Grindelwald looked at the portraits of the school's late principal with a smile. Almost all the portraits were covered with a layer of fog, making them difficult to see clearly.
Only Lockhart's portrait remains clear.
Grindelwald knocked lightly on the portrait, as if knocking on the door. Lockhart, who was wearing a red painter's wizard robe, quickly opened the door and walked out.
Yes, walked out.
"Mr. Grindelwald, what should we do next?" Lockhart looked a little nervous.
Grindelwald looked at him with a smile, "Lockhart is dead, and someone has to be the corpse. Of course, you will sit in the headmaster's seat and die obediently."
Lockhart's eyes widened and he quietly took a half step back with a look of disbelief on his face, "You... you didn't say that at the time!"
"Ha." Grindelwald patted his shoulder lightly, making the peacock tremble. "I'm just trying to scare you. I'm not that murderous anymore."
He gently pulled out the wand and pressed it against Lockhart's chest, "You will become another person and become permanently fixed. The price of this constant human body transformation is your forgetfulness spell."
Lockhart sighed, "I'm lucky to be alive, I agree."
Grindelwald nodded with a smile, and the light of the curse surged.
Soon, Lockhart turned into an ordinary-looking young man in his thirties.
"I said, you help me complete everything, and I will give you a new life." Grindelwald put away his wand and observed everything in the office with a smile, "Go, be smart, and sneak into the parents while they are in chaos. go."
Lockhart pursed his lips, bowed to Grindelwald, and ran out quickly.
…
Grindelwald turned his head and glanced at his back with a smile, "The Oblivion Curse? Maybe I can use you again some time. It's not worthwhile to die like this now."
"Oh~" He happily walked around a pot of flowers and looked at Dumbledore's office with great interest, "What should I do? In the past, there was the honor of "Dumbledore's Wisdom", a summary of life, and in the future there were thousands of people "The Dumbledore's Conspiracy" that contradicts "Dumbledore's Conspiracy", it's not easy to be the principal now, he will be framed, hehe."
"Once you die once, then retire honestly."
"I also gave Anton the Magic Stone, so I don't owe him anything."
"What else, let me think about it."
"Forget it, it's almost time. I should leave the school without being discovered."
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…
Anton did not stay in Snape's office for too long. He watched Dumbledore and Voldemort fighting fiercely over the Black Lake, and watched the battles breaking out in every corner of the castle. How could he remain indifferent?
There are things you can do and things you can't do.
Lupin, the twin brothers, Neville, Hannah, and too many people he cared about were involved.
Since the battle is unavoidable, join it.
He threw the sub-dragon species out of the window and said, "Don't play with snakes or mice in the house anymore!"
The sub-dragon species stared at the unscrupulous owner of the little snake who stole his food, squeaked twice, and simply flew to the Forbidden Forest to find new friends to play with.
Walking along the steps of the castle, Anton was shocked to find a dark wizard squeezing a little girl into a corner. The little girl was trembling and hugging her parents.
If he saw it correctly, this was the usually very proud Hermione.
ha.
Anton gestured with his wand, and Hermione's eyes lit up. She quickly pretended to be scared and shouted to attract the dark wizard's attention.
then.
Anton put away his wand.
"!
"
Hermione's eyes widened, Walter?
This appearance finally caught the attention of the dark wizard. He was stunned for a moment and quickly turned his head while holding up his wand.
"Ah da!"
Peng!
The huge werewolf arm completely crushed his head into the wall, and blood spurted out from the holes in the broken wall.
"Oh~~~" Antondon felt refreshed. Sure enough, releasing magic spells lightly was not suitable for venting at all, but physical violence was more satisfying.
"Quack quack~~~"
He smiled evilly and continued looking for the next sandbag.
So cool.
More, more, more!
Modo Modo!
Mr. Granger stared blankly at the child's back and swallowed, "Wolf...werewolf?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, strode forward, and pulled the wand from the dark wizard's hand. "I have to go and retrieve the wand for everyone, so that we can effectively stop the resistance. We need to hurry up. I'll take you to the Room of Requirement first.
That should be the safest place now."
Mr. Granger still found it unacceptable, "Is this usually the case in school? This... this is much more exciting than what you wrote in your letter."
"!
"Hermione suddenly felt powerless, "I told you, those are bad people outside the school, they..."
Mrs. Granger screamed, "But, but that werewolf is your classmate! Oh my god, I actually saw a werewolf. It's amazing. Are there vampires in your school? Hermione, I'm telling you, don't watch movies and TV series.
The vampires in it are very cool, I will never allow you to find a vampire as your boyfriend!"
"..."
OMG!
Hermione wailed in her heart and rubbed her hair vigorously.
There is an interesting topic. If Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort are considered super-class players, and McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick are considered first-class players, at what level is Anton considered a wizard?
Woolen cloth.
It should be considered top-notch.
But the wizarding world is not a fairy world, it is more like a battlefield of modern firearms.
Just like a gun god can be killed by a stray bullet, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he can be knocked down by a 'fainting' shot.
Take McGonagall, for example. In the original book, she was knocked unconscious and injured by four ordinary Ministry of Magic personnel, and was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment.
Madam Pomfrey was even surprised, not that Professor McGonagall was injured, but that Professor McGonagall was only injured.
If you fall unconscious, you will kill someone.
Magic itself is a powerful howitzer.
Without the protection of the Iron Armor Charm, Dumbledore would have to lie down as soon as he was hit.
Therefore, we will be surprised to find that Hagrid, who usually looks very weak, performs better than McGonagall and Flitwick.
It has super strong magic resistance and can withstand dozens of wizards who rush forward with continuous magic spells and knock the enemy to the ground with one punch.
A huge batch.
Hagrid was born to be the god of war on the battlefield.
So does Anton.
No one knew that all the skin on his body had long been turned into dragon skin, and he was extremely afraid of death and cast an iron armor spell on him, so that he could run rampant on the battlefield.
Of course, if you have been beaten to death in this way to have this powerful protection now, how can it stop there?
Taking out the small snake snatched from the mouth of the sub-dragon, Anton raised his wand and pointed it at it with a kind smile.
"Sunshine, daisies and cheese, change them for me!"
Okay, the curse is a joke, it's actually a moving figure.
Anton had learned so many cross-species transfiguration techniques from Dumbledore, and had gained so many insights over time, how could he not want to find an opportunity to try them out?
Moving figures have evolved from soil as raw materials to small animals as raw materials.
This also incorporates Anton’s advanced thoughts on the ‘Bionic Curse’, the curse that was originally developed.
This little snake is his answer.
The magic light flashed.
Anton stared happily at the 'Anton' in front of him and rated himself an eighty-eighty.
satisfy!
The twenty minutes were deducted because I was afraid that I would be proud.
"Come on, come on." Anton happily directed the little snake-turned-self, "How many steps should you take?"
Snake version Anton took a few steps with his hands and feet.
Don't tell me, just stop acting decently.
Then...
Walk!
Not long after, when he reached a corner, a magic spell hit him instantly.
Full body binding spell!
Anton's eyes lit up, oh wow, did he really catch one?
He waved the magic spell and saw a ball of light flying out from the tip of the stick, following the substitute and shooting towards the corner.
Peng!
"Ah~ my eyes!"
Tsk tsk, Anton shook his head and looked over from behind 'Anton', looking at the adult wizard who covered his eyes with pity.
Come~
Be obedient and don't move~
Let me help you treat your eyes.
Just bear with it and you won't feel uncomfortable anymore.
"Ah da!"
boom!
The muscles are rammed, the force penetrates the back, and the wave is high, "It feels good~~~~"
What's even more exciting is that this guy should be a wizard with fighting talent, and he actually cast an iron armor spell on himself.
Anton waved his wand with one hand to cast a counter-curse on his armor spell, and then waved his werewolf arm again and slammed it hard.
"Ah da!"
Your eyes won't hurt now, right?
very nice.
Awesome.
From now on, call me the divine healer of the battlefield, you’re welcome!