Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

As soon as Grindelwald closed his eyes, after the overwhelming frost was broken, the terrifying spell shattered everything in front of him. Before his loyal subordinate could react at all, it turned into an unknown puddle of debris. The meat seemed to be broken open by black magic like a sharp blade, but that was just the beginning. Grindelwald had countless lives in his hands. He did it with his own hands or gave orders, but he never saw it so clearly at that moment. The white bones and bright red flesh were so clearly pulled out from a living body just now and completely shattered.

All he could do to fight back was to create a shattering whirlwind in that piece of frost, or to bring up more blood, but he couldn't get close to that cold and murderous person.

The significance of black magic is that it can kill faster and more effectively. The more terrifying the black magic is, the more irreparable the consequences of magic will be.

But Grindelwald finally understood.

It’s as if Albus and all wizards don’t pay much attention to Muggles. Grindelwald, who has been able to control the German government before and now, is very concerned about those Muggle weapons that he doesn’t understand very well, but black magic can control everything and even the soul. He spent half his life trying to control all the desire for power and the urgent pain of regret. Voldemort just likes to use the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse. Grindelwald understands where the powerful irresistibility of black magic can be more manifested.

Cruelty without purpose.

Everything in the wizarding world is progressing, except for the dark arts which are going backwards.

When a spell is used, the death spell that can be avoided is not as good as the large area cutting spell.

A spell that can damage one target is no match for a whirlwind spell that lasts for 30 seconds.

The only difference between Slytherin and them is the black magic that knows how to kill dozens or even hundreds of people in an instant, nothing more, but it is tantamount to despair.

Time is the cruelest magic. In the face of magic that does not stop for 30 seconds or 3 minutes, winning or losing life and death is just a joke, no matter how powerful a wizard is.

If Albus hadn't pulled him out in the end, Grindelwald wouldn't have wondered about the fact that he was bound to die.

Life, magic, hope, ever...all fell silent.

It was as if he had returned to Nurmengard again, staring blankly at the invisible sky in the darkness.

Death is never scary, despair is what kills everyone.

And he can't die yet, can't give up yet, he has to go back to Germany.As long as he is alive, the saint remains.

On the other side, Lucius Malfoy, who hadn't dared to come out since the start of the war, had to take Voldemort, who had lost his body again, to find a hiding place again, and a few days later, when he happened to meet the big white snake Nagini on the way , the platinum nobles finally fully realized that Salazar Slytherin had changed his method to torment his descendants. Although he didn't know why, but the previous hints and all these things that asked him to help Voldemort, even this one was not at all. When the big snake that might have escaped and was even more unlikely to find them appeared, it was still unclear and confirmed this guess.

But the platinum noble pressed his aching forehead - when will the Lord understand this.

Seeing that Voldemort, who recovered a little from Nagini's soul tablet, gave him an angry and cold order to find a way to sneak into Hogwarts again after September.Platinum Nobles is really twitching, is this all a recurring game called "Saviors"?

Xiaolong, you must not be curious, I will find a way to transfer you to another school.

Severus, could you please stay out of Hogwarts for three years - he's had enough bad luck to drag his friends into the water.

"Tell you, little girl, you didn't know where you were when I knew Salazar?"

The huge body sprang up from the lake with a whoosh, and the scales shook with the water: [Stupid dragon, you are too intrusive——]

"Ha, I knew you were not convinced, but when I met Salazar, I was already... Uh, do the math, is it three thousand years old, or four thousand years old? I just want to call you a little girl!"

[If you don't shut up again, I'll tear you apart! ]

Ron shivered and shrank back from the window sill, not wanting to glance at the situation below from the tower.

"Harry, don't you think it's scary?"

"...I can't figure it out."

"Gah?"

"Can dragons understand snake language?"

"Impossible." Hermione, who was approaching the exam, kept flipping through notes and books. The crazy state made everyone who knew her want to step back three feet. Her head was still buried in the book: "The fire dragon is impossible." It is even more impossible for a giant dragon to understand it, and the eight-eyed spider can speak human language, the same argument is true. Magical creatures that can speak human language do not have the talent to understand snake language."

"...I don't know what you mean. Does that dragon speak English? I don't understand it at all."

"Old English, that only proves that the dragon is old enough. But, Harry, what did Aerys say?" Hermione still didn't look up.

The savior touched his nose and repeated it foolishly.

There was a moment of silence in the Gryffindor Activity Library, and then a word broke through his teeth: "Amazing."

"Uh?"

"The two of them couldn't understand what the other was saying—it was amazing to be able to argue all night."

"..." It is very difficult for the basilisk to speak English, but also Old English...

"Ron, Harry, don't I need to remind you that tomorrow is the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"

"Oh! Merlin!"

All the little animals in Hogwarts are looking forward to this day not coming, obviously it is impossible, almost everyone's notes are borrowed from each other, the exams start from the first grade, the seventh grade and the fifth grade The critters especially wondered if they could get their WRA pass from their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - well, from Salazar Slytherin.

So in the lobby early in the morning, everyone walked in with dark circles drinking energy potions as if they hadn't slept all night.

When they saw the little girl who was already sitting at the long Gryffindor table biting a sandwich and eating breakfast without chewing a piece of steak, they suddenly felt cramps in the corners of their eyes.

Not knowing the truth is one thing, but looking at the basilisks who were sorted into the lion house, everyone still had the urge to faint.

Iris was biting the bread with a sad face, and after a year of training in wielding a fork and knife, she was able to send all the food in sight to her mouth very quickly but not gracefully. Charms textbook.

Merlin knew how troublesome it was for a magical creature that never used spells to accurately pronounce spells to use magic.What's more, in the Animagus state, it really can't use magic without a magic wand, and it's impossible to even pretend to be fooled.

Say the mantra accurately and clearly?Oh forget it, it has no talent for human language other than a mastery of cake-type vocabulary.Exam, what a word of despair.

Raising his eyes pitifully, he found Professor Flitwick sitting on a special high chair on the professor's long table.

——Can you put water?