Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

"no!"

After listening to Grindelwald's request, Dumbledore flatly refused and said angrily:

"Gellert, don't go too far. Wayne is my student and I have no right to make decisions for him!"

"If you really feel that your body is rusty, I can help you do some exercise."

Grindelwald's breath froze and he looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

seems to be saying.

For a brat, you actually hit me?

Even after the blood pact was broken, he and Dumbledore had only fought each other a handful of times.

In order to save Greedens, this is understandable, after all, he is his nephew~.

And then it's save Newt, save Newt, save Newt

+!

Grindelwald's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his originally turbid pupils shone brightly.

"You want to fight me? Come on then!"

Without a wand, he was imprisoned for decades.

Even though he was weak to this point, he never understood the meaning of fear and retreat. Even if it was Dumbledore, he would dare to go up to him.

The atmosphere became tense, and the two old men refused to give in, staring at each other.

Wayne yawned.

If you want to hit me, hit me quickly. Aren’t your eyes sore after staring at me for so long?

"Boy, what do you think?"

His bored look caught Grindelwald's attention: "Your principal blew you away last time he came here. I just wanted to see how real it was.

"Besides, you shouldn't be afraid of facing an old man who is over a hundred years old and doesn't have a wand, right?"

"The provocation method has no effect on me, Mr. Grindelwald," Wayne said without even raising his eyelids.

"Anyone who really treats you as an old man who is dying is a real Muggle."

"I have heard a lot about your glorious deeds back then. You almost incited most of Paris to rebel just by talking about it.

"I really can't treat you as an ordinary little wizard." Grindelwald stroked his hands, his messy and slovenly appearance not affecting his temperament at all.

Voldemort should really learn a lesson.

At this time, Xiu Xiu climbed out and put several shiny crystal bottles on the table into his stomach. Seeing that Wayne had no reaction, he happily jumped back into his pocket.

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed and then slowly closed.

Back then, he had a very valuable thing stolen in Paris.

"Boy, let me tell you the truth. I just don't like you and Hufflepuff, and I want to punish you."

"But I will never endanger your life. I won't allow me to kill you until Albus is here."

"Even if he is not here, I, Gellert Grindelwald, always keep my word!"

"Actually..." Wayne also stood up and came to the window to look out at the desolate world outside.

"I am not opposed to fighting Mr. Grindelwald, and I am even a little eager to try it. I also want to see the difference between you and Voldemort.

"But the professor who came here this time already owed me a favor, and he asked me to work hard. I won't do a loss-making business.

Before coming, Dumbledore specifically reminded him to bring Phoenix King with him.

Wayne agreed without hesitation.

That was also because he felt a little embarrassed for letting Tom out to cause trouble, and wanted to help Lao Deng secretly.

But now he has to do everything, and Wayne is not happy about it.

Who is not a capitalist?

Always doing charity, he thinks Wayne Lawrence is a great philanthropist.

What Wayne didn't expect was that after hearing his reasons, Grindelwald laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up:

"You're absolutely right! Albus has always been like this, letting people work for him for free. Do you think they are stupid?"

"That's pretty stupid." Wayne nodded in agreement. Back then, Newt, Nico, and Jacob were just working for nothing.

Oh, and Jacob got paid, a fake wand...

Without the heart of the stick, it is just a piece of wood!

"Did you hear that, Albus?" Grindelwald was even more happy, pointing at Lao Deng's aquiline nose:

"This guy has already agreed, but you have to give me a satisfactory reward."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "Wayne, you are much richer than me, what else can I do to impress you."

As he spoke, he took out a thick notebook from his sleeve.

"Originally, I planned to give this to you after I return, or in other words, it was a reward for King Feng."

"It contains my experience in transfiguration that I have re-summarized in recent years. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Wayne was so excited that he happily took it and flipped through it.

Just by taking a casual look, you can see that it is full of useful information.

Dumbledore's experience with Transfiguration...

If this were in a fantasy world, it would be an emperor-level technique.

"That's enough, that's enough." The young man put away the things with a smile on his face, "I'll fight this fight. If you want to be half dead or bruised and swollen, if you can't bear it, I can also beat him. He only has internal injuries, which can't be seen on the outside."

Grindelwald laughed angrily: "Your level of boasting is hundreds of times that of that guy Scamander."

"Why do you keep talking about Senior Newt?" Wayne was a little impatient. Could it be that Dumbledore was an accident and Newt was his true love?

In the short time since he came, he has heard Dumbledore's name less often than Newt.

"How about I bring him over next time so you two can catch up on old times?"

"no!"

"OK!"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald spoke at the same time.

"Okay, Gellert, since Wayne has agreed, don't make any other requests." Dumbledore said seriously.

"This kid said it first, and you still blame me." Grindelwald sat back on the haystack again.

"Tell me, what happened that made you come running over in a hurry?"

After bringing the topic back on track, Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief and told the whole story in a deep voice.

"Resurrection?" Grindelwald sat up straight: "Interesting...are you sure it's resurrection?"

"This is Wayne and Harry's memory at that time." Dumbledore was well prepared and brought all the meditators from the principal's office.

Not only did it contain the memories provided by Wayne, but he later went to find Harry and extracted the memories from that time, giving him the complete story.

Grindelwald buried his head in the basin for a long time before he got out.

His face was also a little serious.

"Where is that notebook?"

Dumbledore handed it over, which Dobby returned to him after he was free.

After taking it in his hand and looking at it for a moment, Grindelwald rubbed the cover and title page with his fingers, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes.

"That's right, this is a Horcrux."

"Being able to make Horcruxes at the age of sixteen... This was something I couldn't even do back then.

"Albus, you have taught an incredible student."

Grindelwald's tone was filled with emotion.

He has almost no channels to contact the outside world. Occasionally, officials from the Ministry of Magic from surrounding countries will come to check on his situation and bring some news.

Grindelwald just knew that another Dark Lord had appeared in the outside world.

He was a little scornful at first, but in his heart, he and Albus were the only heroes in the world.

Now it seems that he underestimated this junior.

At least, in terms of black magic, the other party has absolute talent and is not weaker than him at all.

"Tom is indeed very smart." Dumbledore nodded: "Did you see anything?"

"Don't rush me yet, I'll make sure again."

After saying that, Grindelwald buried his head in the Pensieve again, looked over some details several times, and finally put the Pensieve aside.

"Boy." Grindelwald looked at Wayne, "Do you know what a Horcrux is?"

"I know." Wayne nodded without hesitation. "You can preserve a piece of the host's soul and forcibly keep all your own souls in the world."

"The soul is immortal even if the Horcrux is not broken."

"Yes, I know a lot." Grindelwald looked at the young man with admiration and asked in a seductive tone:

"Want to learn how to make a Horcrux? I can teach you."

"As long as you make a Horcrux, you will be immortal and have an endless lifespan, and you will not be able to prevent the decay of the body like the magic stone."

Dumbledore's face changed slightly.

He has a deep understanding of Grindelwald's mouth, and he can turn black into white, and dead into alive.

He wasn't worried about Wayne at first, but as soon as Grindelwald opened his mouth, he lied a little.

"You don't need to teach me." Wayne was unmoved and said calmly: "Nico's family has the method of making Horcruxes. I have already learned it, but I have no use for such a low-grade method of immortality. "

"Not only can I become immortal myself, but I can also make everyone around me immortal."

"Horcruxes? Only mentally ill people would make them."

Wayne studies Horcruxes just out of his interest in magic. For him with the Phoenix King, immortality is really easier than eating and drinking.

Dumbledore looked at Wayne with relief.

This is also the reason why he gives Wayne the utmost trust.

Wayne had everything Voldemort had dreamed of early on.

The world is so uneven. Some people will never be able to reach Rome in their lifetime, while some people will have a Rome built at their doorstep when they are born.

Grindelwald looked at the young man steadily, "You are better than me. At that time, after I learned about Horcruxes, I almost couldn't help but make them.

"So you also have a Horcrux?" Wayne asked curiously.

"No." Grindelwald shook his head: "I have more important things to accomplish."

Dumbledore's eyes darkened.

"Okay, Gellert, after reading it so many times, tell me what you have discovered.

Grindelwald came back to his senses and looked down at the diary: "Well... Tom Riddle, right? He is indeed resurrected."

"It's incredible, but I found a key and I think this situation makes sense.

"There should be a lot of sealed souls in this diary, so many that they can be combined with the memories he left behind to give birth to new consciousness."

"I don't know whether to praise him as a genius or call him a madman."

"It doesn't take so many souls to make a Horcrux. It only requires a small fragment."

…………Please give me flowers…………

Grindelwald joked: "Maybe it was caused by having a baby for the first time?"

Unfortunately, his digestion didn't make anyone laugh, and Dumbledore's expression became even more serious.

Grindelwald realized that the question was wrong: "How many Horcruxes did he make?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head: "But I'm sure, at least two."

"Madman..." Grindelwald murmured: "Every time the pain of splitting the soul is beyond what ordinary people can bear, it is a hundred times more painful than the Cruciatus Curse."

"Let's talk about Tom's problem first." Dumbledore braced himself: "So after Tom is resurrected, are there two Toms in the world? Are they any different?"

"It's hard to say clearly. Grinder

Wo pondered for two seconds.

"It can be said that Tom is Voldemort, but Voldemort is not Tom."

"But Tom is not the same Tom he used to be."

The long list of words was like a tongue twister, confusing both Wayne and Dumbledore.

"Speak humanly, Mr. Grindelwald."

"Aren't I thinking?" Grindelwald glared at Wayne.

"This Tom is a brand new individual formed by the fusion of Voldemort's soul fragments and memories. He sees himself as his former self, but in fact he is a brand new individual.

"In fact, there is essentially no difference."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and asked again: "Since he is a brand new individual and his soul is just a fragment, is it possible for him to achieve Voldemort's ultimate achievement in the future?

?"

"The question... I'm afraid... is yes." Grindelwald chuckled and looked at Dumbledore:

"Albus, do you think there is a relationship between a person's talent and his soul?"

"This..." Dumbledore hesitated, "More or less."

"That's right." Grindelwald nodded: "But it's not really that big of a connection."

Grind looked at the door and said in a daze: "I once had this question, trying to use other people's souls as nourishment to strengthen my own soul and make myself stronger."

"Too bad it doesn't work."

Dumbledore's face turned dark. He really didn't know that Grindelwald had done such cruel things.

It is an understatement to say that there are many wizards' bones behind it.

"The idea at the time was to recycle waste." Grindelwald smiled bitterly: "I definitely wouldn't do that now.

"Go on." Dumbledore didn't want to dwell on it any longer.

"I can tell you with certainty that the impact on other magics is not too big, but for black magic, broken souls may be better nourishment."

Wayne suddenly raised his head and looked at Grindelwald, whose eyes were blurred.

"The crazy soul, combined with the crazy spell, may be able to exert more powerful power."

"So...whether it's Voldemort or Tom, their personalities will change drastically, but their strength will not decrease but increase."

He suddenly became gloating: "Albus, congratulations, your future enemy is a powerful madman, or even two."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time and slowly exhaled a breath.

"Last question, is Voldemort's Horcrux Tom's Horcrux?"

"I don't know." Grindelwald answered decisively: "I have never seen a Horcrux used as a means of resurrection, so naturally I have no way to answer you."

"Any speculation is irresponsible. I can't harm you."

"Just assume the worst."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded and took out a skull.

"Gellert, help me, help me find Tom. The magic world can't stand the torment of the two Dark Lords."

Seeing the skull in his hand, Grindelwald looked reminiscing.

This was his most commonly used prophecy prop back then. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore still kept it intact.

"Wayne, please call out the Phoenix King." Dumbledore requested: "Grindelwald's prophecy talent is very special. It is activated at the cost of life force. Back then he was

Making too many predictions will end early. "

"In this situation... I'm afraid I can't even make a complete prediction."

"I see."

Wayne had expected this moment, and with a thought, King Feng appeared in the room.

"Is this the special Phoenix?" Grindelwald looked at Phoenix King curiously: "It is indeed very different from Fox.

The flames in the sky fell towards him, Grindelwald closed his eyes and did not dodge.

Let the flames fall on you.

If Dumbledore wanted to harm him, there was no way he would use such methods.

Huge vitality surged forward, pouring into the withered limbs and five bones, like dead trees blooming in spring.

The wrinkles on Grindelwald's face faded rapidly, and his rickety body gradually became more rugged.

Dumbledore quickly shouted stop.

He just asked Wayne for a small favor.

If this continues, it will be time for the Dark Lord who conquered the entire European continent decades ago to return in full glory!