Science students at Hogwarts

Fawkes quietly landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

It looked quite restless, its golden-red feathers were a little dull, and it chirped hurriedly towards its owner.

Dumbledore's expression didn't change much. He whispered a few words to Grindelwald and entered the cave first.

Grindelwald leaned casually at the entrance of the cave, flipping through a yellowed book, and the atmosphere became a little solemn.Professor Flitwick calmly approached the two children, and the Malfoy couple stopped talking.

It's raining.

The thin rain blurred Elios's vision, and he couldn't clearly see the Dark Lord's expression.

Draco stood on tiptoe curiously, looking at the terrifying Dark Lord through the adults.

Ever since he secretly memorized the name that horrified his parents in the principal's office, he had consulted a lot of information. Thanks to his pure-blood family, he even obtained several videos of Grindelwald's speeches.

Grindelwald's inflammatory speech immediately captured Draco, who was in his second year of middle school and fantasized about ruling the world all the time.

However, before he could start his dream of ruling the world and promising Elios a promotion, he was interrupted by something that a student must experience.

The midterm exam is here.

Examinations have never been a problem for the two children, but Professor Snape couldn't help but leave them with all the pre-examination material processing and test paper review, and also called it a test of their learning progress.

Afterwards, Draco was busy learning some soul magic recorded by Slytherin, completely forgetting the grand ideal of world domination.

Seeing Grindelwald again, the thought came over him again.

Draco talked about Grindelwald with his brother in a voice that he thought no one else could hear: "Did you also listen to his speech? What do you think?"

Lucius coughed heavily, Draco retracted his head and pretended to stand obediently. When Lucius turned around, he winked at Elios again.

Elios was a little confused, he had never thought about this problem.

Ever since he saw Grindelwald, he had speculated countless times about the White Wizard's motives.

Is it to resurrect Ariana?Must we find Ariana's killer first?No, not possible.

Dumbledore must have tried the Resurrection Stone and knew it was worse than a dream.

Is it to contain Voldemort who has obtained the Philosopher's Stone?

He had no clue about it, and in the end he simply gave up thinking about things related to Grindelwald.

Who would have thought Draco would ask this question?

He had seen a few speeches, but they were all in the cinema watching "Fantastic Beasts 2" in his previous life.

Just as he was considering his words, Professor Flitwick spoke.

"My dear, that's a lie." He didn't seem to shy away from the Dark Lord.

"He does have the idea of ​​changing the world, but it is just a dangerous and paranoid idea. He covers it up with freedom, justice and ability, allowing his followers to firmly believe that this is the truth and wizards must rule the world."

"Give it up! It's just a sad thought and he's nothing but a wretch. We'll have a more correct path, Draco."

Snape frowned and looked at his colleagues who were chatting away, and then looked at Elios who seemed to have expected all this, and fell into a long silence.

"It seems that Professor Flitwick has learned something new in Cambridge. Now I don't have to worry about whether the Christmas gift I gave him is what he wants." Elios looked quite satisfied.

"What did you give him?" Professor Snape showed a rare interest in his gift.

"Several books written by a Muggle named Max."

Fox is finally back.

It lightly pecked Elios's finger, signaling for him to follow it.

The long, dark cave seemed to have no end, and the humid air clung tightly to the skin, making people feel fearful. The further inside, the more obvious this feeling became, and Draco couldn't help but tremble.

Elios waved his wand lightly, and the silvery white light drove away this fear.

"Nice Happy Charm, I'd give Slytherin five points in class."

Draco asked Professor Flitwick curiously, but before Flitwick could answer, Grindelwald spoke up.

"It's just a small trick," Grindelwald looked around and shook his head, seeming to look down on the second generation Dark Lord.

"The fear spell can only scare those who are weak-minded and you little wizards. A simple happy spell can dispel it, and you don't even need the Patronus Charm."

He seemed to want to mock Voldemort, but he didn't know what he thought of and fell silent again.

The group of people arrived at the end of the cave silently.

It was a very strange sight, a large black lake, the lake was extremely wide and boundless as far as the eye could see, and the other shore in the distance could not be seen at all.

The cave they were in was so high that even when they looked up, they couldn't see the top of the cave.In the distance, as if in the center of the lake, there was a hazy, green light, reflecting in the dead lake below. All around was darkness that was too thick to dissolve.

Kreacher rushed to the shore eagerly. He couldn't get up from his knees, whimpering and chanting Regulus's name.

Elios was about to step forward to help Kreacher up, but heard Lucius nervously calling his name.

"Elrios, come back!" Lucius turned to Dumbledore and said, "Let the children go out first, let's put this place first..."

"No, Lucius," Unexpectedly, the first person to oppose him was Narcissa.

She stared at the pale corpses floating in the lake. They stared at them blankly with blank eyes. Her voice was soft but firm, "They will face things that are a hundred times, a thousand times crueler than these."

Everyone's expressions were not very good, and Draco was even shaken and had to hold on to Elios.

"They are all Inferi made by Voldemort. He slaughtered a large number of Muggles and wizards, and then turned the victims into Inferi." Dumbledore's face was gloomy.

Lucius looked at his wife and children nervously. He obviously did not expect the difficulty of the task.

"Don't worry, there is a big difference between Muggle souls and wizard souls. This is also our superiority..."

"Thank you for the popular science, Grindelwald." Dumbledore interrupted, "He is partly right. Only a part of Muggle souls will go to the Twilight Zone."

"But there are still so many wizard souls..."

"That's why we need them," Dumbledore looked at Narcissa and the children gently, "Lucius, blood is a very magical magic, and the Black family is especially good at this kind of magic."

Narcissa held Elios and Draco's hands tightly, and together they recited the spell that they had already learned by heart.

In the blur, he saw the figure of a handsome, light gray-haired man.