I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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Dumbledore disappeared, like foam flickering in the sun, his light figure was poked lightly, and he disappeared without a trace.

Sean scratched a few times out of emptiness, and finally lowered his head silently.

A rumbling thunder sounded, "smashing" on the barrier of the sky island.

"An interesting mortal with surprising talents."

【Arrogance】There is a lot of appreciation in the voice.

However, Sean is not interested in chatting with [Arrogance] who took the initiative to talk to him now, and he is not even in the mood to ask the other party why he helped before.

Professor Dumbledore is really gone...

He obviously accepted another piece of memory, obviously tricked Voldemort, and obviously followed Dumbledore's guidance...

However, he failed to reverse the reality of Dumbledore's death...

There is even a Voldemort outside who is trying to seize the power of the **** of death and has just killed Hai Erbo's clone outside, and there is also a Grindelwald who reversed the power of the blood alliance and tried to revive Dumbledore.

I obviously did nothing wrong, I don't know how to do better... Sean clenched his fists silently.

[Arrogance] The huge head slowly rose from the edge of the sky island. She glanced at Sean at the center of the sky island with her indifferent blood-colored twins, and then made a loud noise.

"That mortal is right. Death is just another great adventure. I am a little displeased by your cowardly appearance. As the bridge of guilt, you are so dull-if only my bridge is him. .”

Sean took a deep breath, he raised his head and glanced at the other party indifferently, still not intending to talk.

However, the utterance of [Arrogance] made Xiao En sober up from his grief. There are still people waiting for him outside.

Voldemort's power-grabbing ceremony must be destroyed, and Grindelwald cannot continue to reverse the great power of the blood alliance...

But I have been in the spirit world for more than three minutes, which is enough for Voldemort to do a lot of things... Thinking of this, Sean immediately came to his senses.

He has been immersed for too long! No, Voldemort is still outside...

Thinking of this, Sean froze for a moment.

Yes, Voldemort is still out there...

Dumbledore had given such clear instructions that he had clearly anticipated everything that would happen - but he hadn't reminded himself to hurry back and deal with Voldemort...

Could it be that Dumbledore still has arrangements? !

Sean cheered up immediately, yes, Dumbledore had expected all of this, how could he not stay behind?

He is the most famous riddler in Hogwarts, how could he say everything outright!

Sean forced a smile, his clenched fists trembling.

Then, his figure quickly disappeared and left the Soul Sky Island.

[Arrogance] She was not angry because of Sean's indifference, she just looked at the place where Dumbledore disappeared, with some faint doubts in her eyes.

However, the doubt didn't last long, and she looked towards the unknown distance again, even though the world was left with a scarlet landscape.

"Hai'erbo..." made a dull and loud sound, which could not hear any meaning.

[Arrogance] slowly sank into the magma again.

In this world, Sean opened his closed eyes, and he immediately raised his wand, trying to deal with Voldemort who might be about to attack.

However, the scene in front of him made his childlike eyes shrink violently.

Voldemort, who used a higher level of power to eliminate Haierbo's clone, was not trying to kill Grindelwald as Sean imagined—instead, he half-kneeled on the ground, with endless hatred in his eyes.

The Deathly Hallows suspended in mid-air is still surrounded by Grindelwald's blood-red magic power, but the holy emblem no longer emits strange fluctuations—the higher-level magical power belonging to the authority of the **** of death is rapidly fading among.

It was as if Voldemort had "consumed" the magic power in the black shadow that shattered Haierbo, leaving only a wave at this moment.

However, Voldemort, who had been slowly absorbing the power of the **** of death, was hit hard because of the disappearance of this magical power!

Sean looked over in surprise, and found that half of Voldemort's body had become transparent and extremely unstable, as if it would be annihilated at any moment.

A flash of understanding flashed in his heart—the authority of the **** of death will transform the wizard's body and use the strange magic power of death.

However, this magical power was "one-off" for some reason. When Voldemort used that power to attack Haierbo, there was only the last trace of this magical power—the half-reformed Voldemort immediately lost the source of magic power!

His body at this moment may be described as a demigod, half man, but Voldemort's half body that belongs to a **** no longer has the support of the corresponding level of magic power—the ordinary magic power in this world cannot support the body of a god, and Voldemort's transformation has not yet been completed. !

Is this why Professor Dumbledore is not in a hurry?

Sean was overjoyed, but then heavy emotions flooded up—it was more like a funeral had been arranged, so there was no regret.

But now is not the time to think about that...

Sean immediately turned his head to Grindelwald, who didn't even notice Voldemort's tragedy, and was still stubbornly twisting the Deathly Hallows vigorously, and had a tendency to inject all the blood-red magic power into his brain.

"Teacher! Stop!" Sean yelled.

Grindelwald didn't answer, but turned to Sean with a struggling face—his face was half indifferent and half crazy.

He's still fighting against his fake memory...

Sean walked forward under the tremendous pressure of the blood-red magic power, trying to wake up the opponent: "Teacher! If you continue like this, you will die! You are reversing the power of the blood alliance and fighting against memory, which will make your magic source and The spirit exploded together!"

Grindelwald's face with two completely different expressions briefly showed a trance, and then, the indifferent and crazy faces on both sides raised a happy smile.

"Sean...it's okay, I'm bringing him back, when Albus comes back, everything can be easily solved, he must have thought about everything."

"Professor Dumbledore..." Sean's words choked in his throat, and then he gritted his teeth, "Professor, he really thought about everything. The authority of the **** of death is just a consumable, and the legend of the Deathly Hallows is not true!"

Grindelwald's face struggled violently again: "Impossible, I have studied the Deathly Hallows in depth with him, and I also have a way to grab the power of Death in my memory. I can save him."

"Look at Voldemort! He no longer has the support of Death's magic power!" Sean pointed to Voldemort, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling and even unable to fight back, which made the latter's eyes almost overflow with hatred.

"Wallup—you did this on purpose... This is what you and Dumbledore set up together!" Voldemort's face was also divided into two halves, but one half was solid and the other half illusory, and the dividing line in the middle seemed to be unstable. It flickers left and right like a ripple.

Grindelwald turned his head slowly, and after seeing Voldemort's appearance, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "No, it must be that his soul is not complete enough to bear the authority that belongs to the **** of death..."

As he said that, he actually raised one hand, manipulating the blood-red magic power to charge towards Voldemort.

Sean's spell stopped the terrifying power belonging to the blood alliance. At this time, because of reversing the magic power and resisting memory, Grindelwald even had terrible cracks on his face.

"Grindelwald, wake up! Release your memory!" Sean yelled.

He must not let Grindelwald try to control the authority of the God of Death again. He has clearly felt just now that the Deathly Hallows does not have the magic power of the God of Death to continue to precipitate, and Voldemort is the fate of the snatcher.

Half of Grindelwald's face showed an angry expression, while the other half was helpless, and he was still struggling.

"If...removing the memory... I can't control the blood alliance..."

Sean was silent for a moment. He came to Dumbledore's fallen body and squatted down, holding out his wand.

The old man's face was serene and calm, his gray beard was a little messy, and half of the glasses he had been wearing were broken and drooped powerlessly on the twisted frame.

"Professor..." Sean originally had some expectations, but those hopes were like dropping a stone on the surface of a calm lake, causing bubbles and ripples, and then quickly subsided, losing all information.

he died.

Sean stood up, he looked at Grindelwald, his voice was painful, full of great determination.

"he died!"

"He won't come back! I saw him leave me with my own eyes!"

"He wants you not to covet the power of the Blood Alliance, he wants you to wake up!"

Accompanied by Sean's heavy and cruel voice, Grindelwald's faces with different expressions on both sides slowly returned to the same expression, but his eyes still had madness and determination.

Sean knew that Grindelwald would not be reconciled.

but…

Sean took a deep breath, and then looked at him seriously: "You still have more things to accomplish, Grindelwald—and, are you going to completely shatter the blood alliance?"

This sentence made Grindelwald startled for a moment, and he glanced at the blood alliance in his hand that was on the verge of breaking.

Immediately afterwards, his originally struggling expression quickly disappeared, and he closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, Grindelwald has returned to his usual expression, and he even raised the corners of his mouth to smile.

The shattered blood alliance quickly recovered, as if it had been cast with a recovery spell by many people, and then held tightly by a slightly trembling hand.

"Who allowed you to call the teacher by his last name?" Grindelwald laughed, but he was not happy at all.

Accompanied by his laughter, the blood-red magic power was rapidly disappearing, and the Deathly Hallows fell to the ground like the most common ornaments.

Grindelwald raised his head and glanced into the distance, he didn't even glance at Voldemort.

"Lead him back."

After leaving these words, Grindelwald disappeared.

Sean just wanted to reach out his hand to keep the other party, but he didn't know what else he should say, his hand could only hang in mid-air like this and then fall powerlessly.

On the other side, with the complete fall of the Deathly Hallows, the remaining trace of strength supporting Voldemort also disintegrated rapidly.

The gentleman who had just been revived for less than half a day didn't even have time to make a sound of despair.

"Bo—" A bubble burst slightly, and Voldemort turned into a pile of black ash.

Sean opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips.

He picked up the trophy, picked up the Deathly Hallows, picked up the Shattered Bloodline that Dumbledore was holding in his hand.

Then he put his old, feeble body on his back and disappeared into Godric's Hollow.

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Sean didn't know how he spent the past few days, he only remembered that when he appeared, the surrounding voices were chaotic.

Someone exclaimed that he had finally returned, someone's soft body rushed into his arms, and someone wanted to come up to check his body.

But after they saw the man Sean was carrying, the world was eerily quiet.

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"Sean..." Professor McGonagall pushed the door open, trying to smile at Sean who was talking calmly with his family, but failed.

Sean, who was dressed in a formal suit, looked over. He didn't smile, but nodded calmly: "Professor McGonagall."

Someone seemed to be arguing quietly outside the door.

"Albus should have wanted Sean to do all this..."

"That kid is too stimulated to be like this, let Hagrid go..."

Sean stood up and came to the door. Outside were Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout.

He came to the two of them: "Let me come, professors."

The two professors seemed to want to say something, but Professor McGonagall came out and shook his head, then motioned Sean to follow.

Sean went out the gate, came to the stone steps, and found that the guests were walking towards the lake. With the warm sunlight shining on his face, they silently followed Professor McGonagall to the place where many chairs were lined up. There was an aisle between the chairs, and in front of it stood a marble table, towards which all the chairs were directed. It is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Sean came to one side, and he heard people talking to each other in a low voice, the sound was like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the sound of birds was extraordinarily loud.

He saw the person who needed to be lifted by himself, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars, revealing a serene and calm face.

He felt himself starting to sting again.

Sean just took a deep breath, though, and picked up Dumbledore under the worried eyes of his friends sitting in the chairs by the aisle.

Hagrid stood beside him, tears kept falling, after seeing Sean staggering~www.wuxiamtl.com~ he seemed to want to help Sean, but he gave up in the end.

On the other side stood Professor Scamander, his eyes were deep, his body was bent, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Sean walked through the aisle, wondering why Dumbledore was so heavy, why those eyes were so sad, he walked forward numbly, and finally put Dumbledore on the marble table.

Old wizards who knew and didn't know came forward, "noble spirit"..."academic achievement"..."great heart"...these words kept floating around, and Sean, who was sitting in the front seat, felt a little bored.

"Stupid!" "Crying nose!" "Scum" and "screw"—Sean almost laughed out loud, thinking that Dumbledore might like these words more.

When all the ceremonies and eulogies were over, blinding white flames burst from Dumbledore's body and around the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body. The white smokebird flew up into the air, showing various strange shapes: For a moment, Sean seemed to see a phoenix flying happily into the blue sky, but then the flame disappeared, and a white marble tower appeared there. The tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it was placed.

He felt himself blinded by the summer sun.