I, Hogwarts Second Week

"He may be afraid that you will ask him why Dumbledore and Mo like him." Owen spread his hands and said helplessly.

Not everyone can face Grindelwald happily.

That pressure is invisible.

Of course, it's more likely that Senior Newt doesn't want to get involved in a certain couple's conspiracy anymore.

He is stupid and his brain cannot play with theirs.

"Oh~ Who is Dumbledore's favorite wizard now?" Suddenly Grindelwald beside him asked briefly with an inexplicable tone.

"Of course -"

"Harry Potter!" Owen turned around and pointed, "Zoosta!"

At this time, Harry had recovered from his initial confusion.

Holding the wand tightly, he stared nervously ahead. When he saw Owen looking back at him, he subconsciously waved his hand in response.

"Well, what a polite boy!" Owen's mouth twitched, almost choking.

"Him?" Grandpa glanced at him and didn't say much.

His expression remained the same, as if he didn't care about it.

"By the way, grandpa, how did you get here?" Owen changed his voice, trying to get a hand from Harry. "I remember Hogwarts was full of anti-Apparition spells!"

Owen would never believe that Grindelwald knew all the secret passages into Hogwarts like George and Fred did.

How could I, the majestic first-generation Demon King, walk through a secret passage in such a shameful place?

Besides, he didn't seem to have been to Hogwarts, so how could he possibly know this.

Owen secretly guessed.

But suddenly, when I thought about it, it was wrong! His grandfather has been wandering around for several years. If he wants to have a private meeting with Dumbledore, it is still possible to sneak into Hogwarts through the secret passage!

hiss--

On a night with bright moonlight.

Grandpa and grandma were walking by the Black Lake.

Perhaps, they will also talk about the stupid things they did in Godric's Hollow.

And the various adventures they experienced while fighting side by side for a short period of time.

The weed-covered path was filled with the hearty laughter of the two people.

And the breeze also became romantic.

——It was wrapped in sorrow and blowing in their hair.

At a certain moment, they are intertwined, just like that lingering dream. Once they fall, they can never be pulled out.

Yoyo~~~

Knock, knock, knock!

I'll knock it off, you can do whatever you want.

"Hmph." Glancing at Owen, whose pupils were dilated and he didn't know what he was thinking, Grindelwald's cold face revealed a loving smile.

Immediately, he touched his head.

"I think you should have guessed it," he said.

"Guessed it?" Owen, who came back to his senses, was slightly startled, and used his hands to tidy up his hairstyle again.

Chaos again.

While scratching his head and recalling carefully, an inspiration suddenly occurred to him, and he suddenly thought of the box that was still intact under the Avada.

"It's the portkey!"

Sure enough, that box is the door key!

Wait—that’s not right!

"How did you come in such time?"

This is not a novel, there is no way it would be a drama where the protagonist is in trouble and the old man comes to the rescue at the critical moment.

unless

By the way, which Boggart it is!

His grandfather must have cast some kind of warning spell on that boggart.

As long as it dies, he can feel it.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and there will be no accidents unless there are accidents. Except for the professor, few young wizards have the ability to kill Boggarts.

Wow even!

What a wonderful idea!

If his grandfather hadn't used Boggarts to scare other wizards at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he wouldn't have believed it.

Why! Wait—that’s not what it means.

"Actually, you've been here a long time ago. Have you been in the dark just now?" He stared at his gray eyes and looked at his grandfather with some displeasure.

knock! You have imitated Dumbledore.

Is it so comfortable to spy in secret?

"I want to see how much you have grown over the years." Grindelwald looked into Owen's gray eyes, which were like gems, and instantly brought him back to the past.

"Hmm - not bad," he said, "very sharp-tongued."

"Hehe, no matter where you are, this is all what you taught me well, grandpa."

Why! This is not a compliment from Owen. A few years ago, Grindelwald almost fooled himself into becoming the president of the Federation with his words.

He just criticized Voldemort a few times angrily, and he went backwards and backwards.

The wave behind is not as good as the wave ahead.

"Ah"

As he said, the two maverick guys, one big and one small, seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

Even the arrogant look in his eyes is the same guy.

All laughed.

"Enough!" On the other end, the true Dark Lord, the most evil dark wizard in history, the hairless ugly man, the precious thing that lives on others, Tom Voldemort Riddle, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He waved his wand wildly.

A series of curses were directed towards Grindelwald.

"Perhaps I have been silent for too long. Today's wizards seem to have forgotten the terror of the Dark Lord!"

He saw his spell being broken by the man in front of him.

Mr. Riddle's face became a little gloomier again, and his whole person fell into an almost pathological anger.

Scarlet eyes radiated with bloodthirsty light.

OK!

It’s time to enter the second stage.

Owen thought silently in his heart.

Then his grandfather waved his hand to protect him behind him, and faced Voldemort's curse upstream.

"Grandpa, come on!!!" Owen, who was pushed aside, shouted.

Behind him, a group of young wizards slowly struggled out of their surprise at a certain cool old man.

"So handsome!" Hannah picked up Owen's wand from somewhere and walked up cautiously.

His eyes were full of admiration for a certain man who had sharp movements, whirred in his windbreaker, and had a mocking look on his face. Even fighting was so pleasing to the eye.

"Of course, that's my grandpa."

"My grandpa, do you know?"

Owen took the wand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Like a child who gets a treasure and shows it off everywhere.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he transformed the gravel on his toes into a big chess piece.

The black banner is embroidered with the silver symbol of the Three Holy Treasures.

"Destroy the tyranny of Dumbledore! The world belongs to Grindelwald! Ah - bah, destroy the braised Voldemort. The Dark Lord belongs only to me, the great Emperor!!!"

Owen waved the flag in his hand high, and the screams in his mouth did not stop.

"Long live grandpa! Grandpa L('ω')┘三└('ω') is the strongest!"

"Long live the great Grindelwald! L('ω')┘三└('ω')"

"Ah~~" he screamed like a little fan girl.

"Gehuang, Gehuang!"

"He looked at me, looked at me, ah, I'm dead."

"."

There may be something that makes Professor Dumbledore sad.

That's him, Owen.

From the beginning, he was Grindelwald's man through and through.

Why don’t I have magic~~~~

If I had magic, I would turn today into yesterday.

In that case, am I still on vacation~