"We all serve Mr. Grindelwald. Each of us has our own needs for existence. You need to research the magic to unlock Dumbledore's imprisonment for Mr. Grindelwald, and I..."

This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! "And I need to maintain my unique position as the headmaster of Hogwarts so that I can help Mr. Grindelwald. You are the French Minister of Magic, Dumbledore

Of course I won’t do anything to you, but I’m just a small vice-principal and editor-in-chief. If I’m expelled, you won’t be able to complete your mission.”

The old witch pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, wanting to say something, but felt unable to do so.

At this time, Editor-in-Chief Greengrass smiled and added, "Oh, Lockhart, as a new generation, you are outstanding. The school newspaper you lead is

The influence of the "Hogwarts Weekly" published by the magazine has almost surpassed that of my "Wizard Weekly"."

Lockhart grinned, "It's a fluke, a fluke, but it can't be compared with a powerful wizard like you."

There was a look of pleading on his face, and he looked at the big bosses he couldn't afford to offend, "Please, everyone, please move quickly, can you?"

The old witch Minister Yaxley patted Lockhart's shoulder with a black lace-gloved hand, "Indeed, you are a good new generation, I shouldn't make it difficult for you."

She smiled slightly and turned to look at the other two people, "My old friends, I am honored that after decades, we can fight together again. Let me see if you are too old to move."

"Ha~" The old editor-in-chief Greengrass had a proud look on his face. He was leaning on a cane with both hands on the ground. His nearly 100-year-old body was still straight and upright, looking up at the stone pillar, "I have never given up.

My magical path."

(ps: Editor-in-chief Greengrass appears in Chapter 419. He is the one who shouted "The dementors of Azkaban have turned into blondes." This chapter also mentions the former saint and now the Minister of Magic.

A sentence from the old witch.)

The three Harry Potters carefully hid their figures and looked warily at the three adult wizards who suddenly appeared in the school. Oh, they can't even be described as adult wizards. They all looked almost a hundred years old.

An old wizard.

Hermione grabbed the hands of her two friends hard and tried desperately to signal them with her eyes not to make any movements or sounds. She didn't know how strong these people's actual magical abilities were, but as long as she heard a few words

analyze......

Saint of Grindelwald...Minister of Magic...

professor.....

These words are not ordinary at all. The best way now is to leave here safely and then report to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore. This is the most correct way.

However, at this moment, a golden snitch suddenly flew out from the gap between the pillars and crashed into the three of them, getting closer and closer, almost almost hitting them.

Harry's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he motioned to Hermione to let go of his hand, staring closely at the Golden Snitch.

He is focused like never before. As long as this golden snitch really hits them, he will catch it at an extremely fast speed and retract his hand into the invisibility cloak at an extremely fast speed!

However, the three old wizards seemed to have discovered the Golden Snitch, and stared at Harry and the others in confusion. Either they were hit by the super-speed flying Golden Snitch and revealed themselves, or they took the initiative to catch the Golden Snitch to avoid being injured and revealed themselves.

There seems to be no more options.

Hermione held the wand tightly, began to take deep breaths, and said silently, you can do it, you can do it. At this moment, the sound of broomsticks flying back and forth came from the stone pillars.

"who are you?"

A blond boy wearing an exquisite Quidditch uniform appeared in front of everyone on a broomstick, looking at them doubtfully, "I have never..."

"Huh?"

Draco looked at the old witch and shouted in surprise, "Granny Whitley!" Phew~

With a handsome move on the broomstick, Draco happily jumped off the broom and walked over in two steps.

"Oh, you child..." The old witch was obviously frightened by him, "It's not good to jump from such a high height. My child, you should pay attention to your safety..."

Before he finished speaking, a ray of magic light flashed, Draco rolled his eyes, shook himself, turned over and fell to the ground.

"!!!" The old witch opened her eyes wide and turned to look at the hand holding the wand, "Gilderoy Lockhart!"

Lockhart silently clenched his wand, breathing heavily, and finally slowly raised his head, staring coldly at the old witch, "Whitley Yaxley, I hope you rely on the power of your family to become the

The old witch who went to the Ministry of Magic heard clearly. We are risking our lives. Do you think we are still alive if Dumbledore finds us?" "This is war!"

"Think of it as playing house in your own home.

Of?」

"Put down your wand!" Editor-in-Chief Greengrass stared at Lockhart with a serious face, "Is it because we haven't done anything for a long time, making you, a junior, think that we are old enough to bully at will?"

"Ha~"

Lockhart smiled and stared at them fiercely, "Listen, I am the planner and host of this event. If you don't want to do it, you can leave now. If you want to do it, move quickly! I said

Come on! Dumbledore! Get everything done before coming back!"

"I compliment you so much that you jumped up." Editor-in-chief Greengrass chuckled, slowly pulled out the wand from the pocket of his wizard robe, and said slowly, "You clown just relied on the Oblivion Charm to find you here and there.

Some stories can be mixed up to such an extent. Do you think we, the revolutionaries, we, the saints, will really think highly of you from the bottom of our hearts?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Lockhart half-crouched in a standard wizard duel posture and said coldly, "I don't care what you think of me. Your Wizarding Weekly has said so many bad things about me. Do you think I don't know? Haha.

, I don’t care what you people who are stepping into the coffin think!”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You have no idea how I wandered alone on the edge of dangerous wizard society, and you also don't know how I managed to escape from those powerful and weird wizards.

I dig out secrets from my mouth, I don’t need you to know!”

"I only know one thing. I need to get Mr. Grindelwald's affairs done. This is the only goal." "As for you, either start working now or leave!"

"Editor Greengrass, if you dare to point your wand at me, I will immediately activate the protective spell of Hogwarts Castle and expel you from the castle." Lockhart took a deep breath, "From now on,

You won’t have the chance to come over either, I will find someone else to break this damn imprisonment spell, and you guys, just wait to be held accountable by Mr. Grindelwald!”

"It's unbelievable!" Editor-in-chief Greengrass said with murderous intent in his eyes, "You are so rude to me!"

"Ha ha ha ha....."

At this moment, the old witch Minister Yaxley smiled and pushed Editor Greengrass's arm holding the wand back into his arms, looking at Lockhart up and down with interest, looking very satisfied, "Very good

, Lockhart, from now on I recognize you as a saint."

She called to the other two people, "Greengrass, you are almost a hundred years old, can't you put down your bad temper? And you, Harris, don't keep hiding behind Lockhart without saying a word."

, you are now also a reformer in the standardization of potions, so don’t always look so vulgar.”

As she said this, she clapped her hands and said, "Guys, it's time to do the work."

Lockhart blinked and turned back slowly, and was shocked to find that Harris was standing behind him at some point, with the wand pointing steadily at the back of his head...

Professor Harris chuckled lightly and patted Lockhart on the shoulder with his wand. "This aloofness is good, and the courage is commendable. But next time if you really plan to fight, don't talk so much. And you should choose to fight again."

Take a few steps back and lean against the wall to where you were one foot ago. That is your best choice now."

As he said that, he walked towards the old witch and looked at Editor Greengrass with some disgust, "Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Chapter completed!