The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

"That little girl is very perceptive."

In Nurmengard, mist was floating in the room, and in the mist was the funeral scene thousands of miles away.

Grindelwald looked at Hermione in the picture with admiration.

Suddenly the picture flickered, as if the old TV had poor contact.

"You little brat, if you can't do it, don't try to be brave."

"fine."

Mo Bai sat in the corner, his face pale and his lips bloodless.

A wisp of mist rose from the pot beside him.

He coughed weakly twice, but his eyes never left the figure.

"It's not pleasant to have the Soul Oath backfire, right?"

Grindelwald glanced at Mo Bai, "And you dared to change the content of the contract on your own initiative, transferring the punishment of both parties to yourself."

"How did I teach you to be such a love-brained person?"

The binding of the soul oath is the binding of the soul, and the backlash naturally also acts on the soul.

Moreover, bearing the backlash from two people at the same time is not as simple as one plus one, it is multiplied.

If Mo Bai did not have a soul power far exceeding that of an ordinary wizard and had not entered the soul space, even if he had managed to survive such a backlash, he would no longer be able to be a wizard.

Even so, his soul is now like a cracked porcelain, which will shatter into pieces if it encounters the slightest external force.

Mo Bai curled his lips and said, "You are a guy who has studied the Blood Alliance and Soul Oath contracts, and you dare to criticize me?"

"And I just realized now, you are here, is it really because you can't beat Old Deng?"

"Ah."

Grindelwald sneered, "Don't think I'm as stupid as you. There are obviously easier ways, but you have to make yourself look like this."

"I am indeed different from you."

Mo Bai looked at the figure in the mist.

"My girl must sit in that position cleanly and innocently, without any stain on her."

It's not like he hadn't thought about letting Mo just play his role and finish the play, while he and Hermione continued to live their happy little life.

As for the magic lord's back-up plan, he had discovered it long ago.

But there are smart people everywhere, just like he deceived Scrimgeour, but he was able to react afterwards.

His connection with Mo is obvious, and as long as he remains with Hermione, there will always be people who guess that this might be a play between him and Hermione.

Hermione, there can't be a taint.

Even if the stain was on himself.

After committing an irreparable sin in front of everyone, he drew a line between himself and Hermione.

This will allow Hermione to become the Minister of Magic with a clear conscience.

This is the most permanent solution.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Grindelwald curled his lips, "You think you're great, don't you?"

"You are self-satisfied."

"Have you ever considered what other people think?"

"That's something you'll have to ask someone who finalized the plan."

He exposed himself not only to clear Hermione's identity, as Grindelwald said, there are actually many simpler ways.

If it wasn't someone's crazy plan, he wouldn't have made it so big.

Not far away, a tall old man was lying in a recliner, looking very peaceful.

Mo Bai tried hard to roll his eyes.

"Hey, stop pretending to be dead and come to your funeral."

You might as well stay peaceful like this.

If it weren't for this old guy, why would he go through so much trouble?

The old man slowly opened his eyes, grunted, and put on his glasses.

"I didn't ask you to kill people indiscriminately, nor did I ask you to make yourself so miserable."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, the great Dumbledore is dead, and now he has turned into an old man who knows how to pass the buck.

Is this the legendary letting go of oneself?

"I should have let Mo or Voldemort kill you directly, so Hermione and I wouldn't have to suffer this."

Mo Bai rolled his eyes to the sky.

Dumbledore was the one who finally finalized this plan.

And his plan is much crazier than Mo Bai's.

The first part of this plan is that he must die, and he must die in front of everyone.

And this crazy old man actually wanted to sacrifice himself at the beginning.

In his words...

All for the greatest good.

But in order to keep Lao Deng alive, Mo Bai changed his original plan into what it is now.

Only he could do it himself and ensure that when using the Killing Curse, he could accurately control the Obscurus to block someone's chest without anyone noticing; and only he could make the seemingly ferocious Fiendfyre completely unharmed, and at the same time use the composite door key inside to directly transport someone's "body" away to create the illusion of destruction of the body.

All of this was something he couldn't do by controlling Mo.

Only if he himself becomes the operator will there be a glimmer of hope.

Dumbledore smiled like an old mischievous boy.

"This will kill two birds with one stone. Your notoriety has spread throughout the wizarding world. Once you have controlled all the dark wizards, the wizarding world will usher in a long-term peace."

"I don't have such big ambitions, and I don't want to participate in the chess game between the two elders."

Mo Bai's eyes never left the scene in the mist.

"I just want to have a simple relationship."

Dumbledore watched his own funeral with a flash of guilt in his eyes.

"But since it has come to this, please do me one more favor."

Mo Bai snorted, "No need to talk."

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Mobai Manor.

Half a month has passed since Cynthia and others came here.

They were surprised to find that the entire Malfoy family was here.

They get along pretty well.

However, the past half month of doing nothing has made them a little confused.

It was lunch time and everyone was in the restaurant.

Cynthia finds Dobby.

"When will Mo Bai come back?"

Dobby politely took off his hat, "Sir, your schedule is very busy, and Dobby is not sure."

Cynthia puffed her lips.

The reason why she followed Mo Bai, besides the love hidden in her heart, more importantly, she believed that staying with Mo Bai would make her stronger.

She had had enough of the games in Darkness.

Yes, in her eyes, even if Darkness and his people were a little stronger than those in the school, they were just playing a more advanced wizard game.

As Mo Bai smiled and slowly burned Umbridge's fingers, she discovered her heart's desire.

It is this kind of power. As long as she can get close to it, she will be able to kill her enemies with her own hands...

She wanted to ask something, but suddenly Dobby seemed to hear some sound and disappeared right in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, and a few seconds later, Dobby came back with someone.

It was Mo Bai.

When they first saw Mo Bai, everyone stood up and stood straight as if by reflex.

Mo Bai laughed and waved his hand.

"Relax, relax, sit down, I'm not Voldemort, I'm not that scary."

But almost no one dared to move.

If they hadn't seen him killing people while chatting and laughing in the Ministry of Magic, they would have believed it.

Only Cynthia sat down obediently and stared at him without blinking.

Seeing this, the others looked at each other and sat down as well.

But only half of his buttocks were touching the chair, and he was sitting upright.

Mo Bai shook his head helplessly, "Go make me a cup of tea."

Dobby glanced at Mo Bai.

Didn’t the master always make his own tea before?

But he left without asking any questions.

"Oh, Bai, you're back?"

Lucius appeared outside the door and Mo Bai smiled at him.

"You've come just in time. I need you to do something."

He sat down at the main seat, and after Lucius sat down, he crossed his hands on the table.

"I won't waste my words. You all must have your own reasons, desires, and goals for coming here."

"I don't really care what you want."

Everyone's expression changed.

"Just know that as long as you follow me, you will definitely have enough power to achieve your goals."

"Even if..."

Mo Bai's eyes swept across everyone and finally landed on one person's face.

"…is to kill me and become a hero to the Ministry of Magic."

Everyone turned their heads with wide eyes, and the man's face changed drastically. He stood up and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Mo Bai.

Cynthia immediately drew her wand and pointed it at him.

The situation instantly came to a stalemate.

Mo Bai just looked at him with a faint smile.

He was not surprised at all, as many of the people who joined him at that time were from the Ministry of Magic, and among them there must have been those who wanted to infiltrate or assassinate or act as spies.

"Sir, the tea is ready."

Dobby suddenly appeared beside him, not even glancing at the wizard holding up his staff.

"It's troublesome."

Mo Bai took the tea and smelled it.

"You're very skilled, Dobby."

"It's the teacher who taught me well."

The two of them completely ignored the man who stood up.

Cold sweat broke out from the wizard's forehead and dripped slowly.

The wand trembled in his hand, but he was afraid to release magic.

What he didn't know was that if he really had the courage to cast a Killing Curse now, he would be a hero of the Ministry of Magic.

Mo Bai is at his weakest now.

"Put down your wand, Cynthia."

Mo Bai sipped the tea calmly.

"Your current strength is not enough. I said, try again when you have enough strength."

"Now, put your wand down and sit still."

Facing Mo Bai's eyes, the man actually put down his wand and sat down.

"very good."

He smiled and looked around at everyone.

"Now, you have to complete my first task."

"Please bring someone here alive..."