Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Grindelwald wakes up from his nightmare in horror.

He was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and every beard was covered with haze.

"Death," he murmured, "that's Death!"

This was not the first time he dreamed of Dumbledore being killed. Originally, due to the brilliance of the Goblet of Fire, he thought this would happen during the Tournament. Therefore, after the tournament ended, he immediately felt relieved. , thinking that the prophecy had been broken.

But now he once again dreamed of Dumbledore's death, and this time, all the details were so clear, so clear that it didn't seem like it happened in the future, but now!

"Albus!"

He shuddered violently, and an electric current seemed to be transmitted to every blood vessel in his body in one second. His limbs were numb, but he jumped up.

What if this is not a dream?

What if it is happening now or soon?

Grindelwald's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he could only rush out while conjuring up some decent-looking clothes for himself.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron rushed out and grabbed Harry's shoulders. He was still struggling to break away from them, and his loose robe was almost torn.

He stood here for hours, so that his collar was covered with dew.

"Who did it!"

Everything around him seemed to be still, there was no wind in the air, everything was sticky.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment.

That's Death!

Before Grindelwald could enter the castle, he saw lightning suddenly light up on the towering tower!

His heart immediately skipped a beat, and then he saw Dumbledore being struck by lightning, falling from the sky like a gray cloud filled with lead.

If anyone can defeat Death, if anyone can bring Dumbledore back from the world of death, it is probably Cyrus.

Then he realized that the people surrounding Dumbledore were by no means puppets. They were crying, sad, and angry.

The short eight floors were like a bottomless pit that would never end, and his despair was stretched infinitely.

He doesn't look like a master at all at this moment, but more like a novice in Apparition.

The sun shone on Grindelwald, but he felt no warmth in his limbs.

When he was thrown out of the distorted space by the spell, Grindelwald's body almost lost his balance. He stumbled forward and his hair became messy.

For the first time, Grindelwald clearly realized the huge gap in strength between him and Cyrus!

He felt like his whole body was frozen and would break immediately if touched.

His whole brain was spinning and turned into mud by the power of the spell, and all his thoughts were stuck. He couldn't think about much at all now, he just wanted to see Dumbledore as soon as possible!

In fact, he did see Dumbledore earlier than expected.

Harry squeezed through the crowd, and his angry voice instantly shattered Grindelwald. Grindelwald saw him pounce with his mane raised like a lion, and grabbed his collar.

He thought to himself, but the impostor standing on the tower had completely disappeared. Grindelwald was stuck in place, watching in pain as Dumbledore's body fell helplessly from the sky again and again.

"Who did it?"

Grindelwald muttered.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down on his head and face, and the flame of revenge in Grindelwald's heart was completely extinguished!

Grindelwald stood there in a daze, and his eyes could clearly see every frame of Dumbledore's fall. This scene unfolded clearly before his eyes as if it were a movie that had been slowed down several times.

Grindelwald was instantly enveloped in a cold air current.

He used dozens of Apparitions along the way to rush from Durmstrang to Hogwarts.

"Calm down Harry!"

The black world in his eyes gradually returned to color, and there were noisy sounds in his ears. He heard many wailing sounds, and there were crowded figures everywhere. In Grindelwald's eyes, they looked like people with their heads lowered and no souls. Oops, they crowded towards the dead Dumbledore...

Only then did Grindelwald realize that it was no longer night.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the heavy gray cloud finally fell to the ground, and the cloud was shattered into pieces.

"Grindelwald!"

"Boom!"

It was only then that Grindelwald seemed to wake up from a dream.

He is still aloof, but he no longer emits light. Instead, he absorbs all the bright things in the world, leaving only fear and coldness.

On the contrary, the light was cold, much colder than every winter in Nurmengard!

If Cyrus in the past was like a bright sun, then the "Cyrus" that appears in front of Grindelwald now is a black sun.

The god who only existed in legends came out of death. Now, he took back his own wand. The infinite magic power was like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, making it difficult for him to breathe!

The God of Death has regained his own power. Is there anyone else in this world who can be his opponent?

This question echoed in Grindelwald's mind, but the image of Cyrus lingered in his mind.

His brain was still so hazy that Grindelwald began to wonder why he was standing here, and why Dumbledore was lying on the ground, on the red and already black floor...

There, just at the edge of the tower, Cyrus' blond hair flowed. He held the Elder Wand in his hand, and his red-gold eyes looked down coldly, as if a god was mercilessly pressing down on his hand.

Dumbledore's body had become extremely stiff, and his face was covered with corpse spots. Someone closed his eyes for him, and his lips were tightened. Professor McGonagall lay on his body, almost Already fainted.

No, he's not Cyrus.

He shuddered.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked beyond the falling Dumbledore, as if looking through a dark cloud to the higher sky.

"I can't calm down!" Harry yelled in collapse, "He knows who it is! He knows it!"

Everyone looked over here.

Grindelwald was questioned by a thousand pairs of eyes in an instant. No one spoke, but everyone was waiting for his answer.

Who was Dumbledore's murderer?

In fact, the answer is not difficult for them to guess.

There are only a few people in the world who have the ability to do this. In fact, there are only two - Grindelwald and Cyrus.

And Grindelwald was the first person to appear here.

When the first student who passed by this morning found Dumbledore lying in a pool of blood, Grindelwald had already stood there for several hours.