There is no doubt about Dumbledore's power. To be honest, I have some doubts about whether you can break Dumbledore's spell...
I can also give you an idea.
Anton, oh, it's Anthony Weasley. He will map the magic and then study it slowly. Maybe you...
Lockhart was chattering beside him. Professor Harris frowned and turned to look at him. Maybe you should be quiet. Mr. Lockhart, you are too nervous.
I know, he is afraid of death. The old witch, Minister Yaxley, waved her magic wand, releasing streaks of colorful light that hit the magic mirror, and flowers suddenly grew on the mirror.
She turned her head and looked at Lockhart gently. Listen, I said, I recognize you as a saint, a fellow saint. If you are discovered by Dumbledore, I will protect you.
Ha~ Lockhart found it funny for no reason. You protected me in front of Dumbledore.
Of course~
A trace of anger flashed across the old witch's aged face, he owes me!
It was he who wrote a letter in Godric's Hollow inviting my parents to join us in fighting and making changes in the world. But when our family found Grindelwald with hope, we were told that he was the only one!
He's hiding in this fucking Hogwarts castle!
For his ideal, Grindelwald gave everything. And I, my parents, my aunt, my brother, my lover, and my son all fought for it and died for it!
This coward!
During the more than 40 years of our fighting, he never showed up. Haha, it’s simply ridiculous. When we were about to succeed, more than 40 years later, he finally stood up...
Stand up and stop this!
For more than forty years, the war that has affected several generations started and ended with him. It is simply ridiculous.
I don’t know what kind of face he has to dare to stand in front of me!
What's more~
The old witch came over and stared at Lockhart seriously. Listening, the so-called 'great' wizards, whether it was Dumbledore or the mysterious man, they only showed that they were far more powerful than ordinary people in casting spells.
Our faith, Grindelwald, is truly great.
We'll just call Dumbledore the most powerful wizard of the century.
But being powerful doesn't mean being omnipotent. Boy, listen, even Grindelwald, there are too many areas that they have never touched, otherwise they wouldn't need to look for helpers everywhere.
In the field of breaking curses, no one can compare with our Yaxley family!
When it comes to surveying and mapping magic, this is also our Sir Greengrass's strength!
Editor-in-chief Greengrass chuckled, "Oh, Whitley, I'm honored that you can remember that I am still a member of Sir Merlin, but I am even more proud of my status as editor-in-chief."
In the decades after Dumbledore imprisoned Grindelwald in Nurmengard, what I am most proud of is taking over my father's "Wizard Weekly" and leading weekly magazines and newspapers around the world to promote Deng Xiaoping day and night.
Bullydo's bad words.
As he spoke, he put on the hood of the wizard's robe, took out a huge ghost mask from his pocket, put it on his face, and twisted his buttocks, hoping that a centenarian like me could still dance this sacrificial dance.
Suddenly, the wizard robe on his body bulged, as if the body inside had undergone some strange deformation. There were sharp protrusions on the back of the hood of the wizard robe, making people guess whether it was full of sharp protrusions.
prick.
Then, he took out a jar made of rough clay from his pocket, held it and danced and sang around the magic mirror, making a strange and primitive cry from his mouth, Ha...~Chachik~~~Heh~~Hey~
~~heh~~~~
The sound is vast and vast.
Then, he grabbed a handful of red and green powder from the jar in his arms and raised it high towards the magic mirror.
Singing, dancing, and powder flying.
Suddenly, a primitive bonfire shadow appeared on the magic mirror, and the flames burned brightly.
Editor-in-chief Greengrass held the jar respectfully and saluted the bonfire, put the jar into his pocket, and took out a slender waist drum that looked like a rugby ball.
He solemnly tied the waist drum around his waist and started singing and dancing around the campfire again. He clapped his hands on the waist drum and hummed an ancient rune song. He came to Mishan dumbly and came to Mishan hoarsely.
Coming to Mishan dumb and hissing...
The main idea of the lyrics is - dead people, what words do you have that you haven't had time to tell me? Let this flame, let this wind, let all this be entrusted to them, let these elves in the world carry it with them.
Come tell me...
Beep Beep Boop~
In the phantom bonfire, the sound of burning firewood could be heard.
The wind blows, blowing up the ashes of the vegetation and flying in the sky along the heat waves of the flames.
These vegetation ash turned into strange traces in the sky, criss-crossing and twisting with the heat waves.
On the other side, Professor Harris walked over with a serious face, waving his wand in a wide motion and chanting an inaudible spell.
Streams of water mist spurted out from the tip of his wand and rose into the sky.
The water mist hit the ashes of grass and trees still sparkling in the sky, making bursts of hissing and extinguishing sounds.
Gradually, these water mist condensed in the sky, as if turning into a layer of clouds. As the ash of vegetation continued to float upward, precise runes flashed.
Finally, the clouds accumulated to a certain thickness and turned into a burst of rain.
It falls on the magic mirror, and it falls on the various plants attached to the magic mirror~
It's my turn. The old witch walked over with a smile, waving her wand with her left hand, and slowly stretched out her right hand. Her old fingers twisted flexibly, as if she were rubbing some work of art.
Her gentle and kind old face suddenly showed a hint of pale coquettishness, her eyes instantly turned khaki, and there was nothing else in her eyes.
Lockhart looked into her eyes, but felt that it was not that her eyes had changed color, but that her entire eye socket had turned into a window into a land of loess, surging with countless vitality.
The old witch suddenly laughed, as if she was happy with the birth of a new baby in the family, as if she was witnessing the blooming of a life, and she gently raised her hand.
In the middle of the magic mirror corresponding to her fingertips, a plant suddenly bloomed.
The flowers are moistened by the rain, the flowers are destroyed by the rain, and the flowers finally fall.
A small fruit was left behind, gradually getting bigger and riper in the rain, and finally it was overripe. It made a crisp sound like a watermelon bursting open. There were only gray-green strands and a brown star inside.
The yellow seeds are only as big as apple seeds.
She picked it up gently and placed it gently in Lockhart's palm.
Give it to our great Grindelwald, so that he can break free from Dumbledore's shackles, and ask him to forgive us for being late for decades. We have been defeated and become cowardly, even going to Nurmengard to save him.
I don’t even have the courage, which is really shameful.
We sincerely hope that he will return again, and we will be willing to leave everything behind and continue to follow him and lead the way for the king.
Lockhart stared blankly at her pious expression, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.
He is not a devout saint, he is just a little person who wants to survive.
On the one hand, he received Dumbledore's order and was sent to work as an undercover agent next to Grindelwald again. On the other hand, he also followed the trend, hoping that working for Grindelwald this time would prevent him from blaming his old boss.
The wand was taken from Anton and given to Dumbledore.
Guaranteed to be completed! Lockhart's attitude has never been firmer.
Very good. The old witch looked at him gently, you have enough spirituality in you, there is no need to be too inferior, you are only one step short of the path of magic...
Before she finished speaking, a sharp roar suddenly came from a distance.
The seeds are coming!
Phew~
Lockhart couldn't believe it. He stared blankly at the seed in his hand, which instantly turned into a ray of light!
With a hiss, the light flashed past his eyes, flew towards the entrance of the underground secret room at an extremely fast speed, and flew into the hands of a little boy with a lightning scar on his forehead.
Harry Potter Lockhart blinked, looking confused.
Run! Hermione screamed, urging Harry and Ron to jump into the strong wind at the entrance and rise upward.
No! Editor-in-chief Greengrass roared angrily.
The seeds flew! Harris reacted very quickly and released the spell on Harry Potter.
At this time, Harry had already been pulled by Ron and stepped into the strong wind at the entrance. Seeing that he had no time to jump up, he reacted very quickly and waved his wand to release the spell.
This spell seemed to have no spell. A golden mist spurted out from the tip of the wand, turning into a 1.5-meter-tall knight's shield. It was golden and had a golden skull pattern on it.
Harris's curse hit the shield, and both of them immediately collapsed at the same time.
In the time it took for him to be blocked, Harry was forcefully pulled into the strong wind by Ron and Hermione. He was blown towards the entrance and disappeared in an instant.
Chase quickly! The old witch is a little anxious.
Lockhart, after catching up with them, cast the Oblivion Curse on them. Don't affect Grindelwald's plan.
Several people roared and wanted to catch up, but Professor Harris was still safe and turned around to undo the magic of several detection, mapping, feedback and other functions that were still running.
However, just as he was about to raise his wand, a stone-like color suddenly appeared on his body, and his whole body was fixed.
Suddenly, several people stopped.
Oh, hurry up and chase after them. A figure turned from nothingness to solidity, appeared beside them, and said with a smile.
Anthony Weasley! Editor-in-chief Greengrass swallowed, clenched the wand in his hand, and looked at Anton warily.
Anton ignored them and just looked up at the ashes of vegetation and clouds in the sky. One eye turned into a colorful vortex, and the other turned into azure blue, with electric light flashing faintly inside.
He clicked his tongue and exclaimed, what a powerful counter-curse, what a magical way to break the curse!
As he said that, he turned around and gave a thumbs up to several people, awesome!
You... why are you here? Chief Editor Greengrass was so nervous that he was trembling when he spoke.
Anton shrugged and pointed to Draco on the ground. I returned to the dormitory and my roommate said that Draco was broken in love. As a good friend, I came here to care. Isn't it strange?
Mr. Weasley! The old witch's face became solemn and she looked at him hesitantly. I think we have no conflict of interest. We saints very much welcome the changes that your Muggle Squib Theory has brought to the world.
Anton smiled and nodded, yes, I am just preventing Professor Harris from dissolving this compound spell-breaking magic. This thing looks very fun, leave it here for me to ponder. I have no objection to you chasing after you.
Oh~
He pointed to the entrance to the underground secret room with a smile. Look, Professor Lockhart was chasing after him. In this case...
Anton had a negotiating tone, otherwise where did you come from and where are you going back, okay?
As he said that, the petrified color on Professor Harris's body beside him faded instantly. Harris staggered a few steps on the ground, and then looked at Anton cautiously.
Among the three, Professor Harris had the most complicated mood. He was forced by Anton to jump into the black lake to swim. He was laughed at a lot and has always been hated by him.
Of course, later I saw with my own eyes the magic video of Anton fighting Voldemort. Oh Yao, at that moment, all the hatred was dispelled.
Editor-in-chief Greengrass also had the same sentiments. Last year at the Ministry of Magic, he thought Anthony was Dumbledore's lackey and tried his best to get Anthony to be sent back to Azkaban. In the end, he ended up living in Azkaban himself.
for several months.
The taste of Azkaban was really unpleasant. At that time, Azkaban suddenly went into chaos. All the Aurors were turned into frogs, all the Dementors were expelled, and all the prisoners ran away.
It was he who rushed to the Ministry of Magic alone to find the Auror to report the incident.
If it weren't for this credit, he might have been imprisoned for who knows how long before his forces could get him out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Anton looked at the three people who were becoming more and more vigilant, and his expression dropped.
Why, didn't I make it clear enough?
Let me make it brief.
Anton took a deep breath and looked at them coldly, Get out!
You! The old witch, Minister Yaxley, is the Minister of Magic of a country and a top wizard with a very senior rank in the wizarding world. No one has ever dared to speak to her like this.
Hey, now there is.
Just as her anger was about to rise, she suddenly saw Anton slowly pulling out the wand from the pocket of his wizard robe...
Hiss~
The anger was extinguished instantly.
Bang bang bang~~
The three disembodied explosions appeared at almost the same time, but disappeared at the same time in just an instant.
Ha~
Anton chuckled lightly and turned back to look at the magic that was still working in front of him. It was really wonderful.
He took out a crystal ball from the snuff box in the pocket of the wizard's robe, which looked like the kind used by prophets. This was a weather ball invented by George Fred, which could be used to record certain weather conditions.
Through this crystal ball, the magic seems to have become distorted.
The wand tapped the crystal ball lightly, and Anton put down the crystal ball with a smile. A magic mirror standing on a fire suddenly appeared in the crystal ball, as well as vegetation ash and clouds floating above the magic mirror.
The traceless stretching spell is simply a must-have super magic spell for home travel.
As for the collection of scenery, it is another piece of magic. When the two work together, the effect is great and great.
Anton whistled, put away the crystal ball, walked over leisurely, picked up Draco, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the underground secret room.
Suddenly, he turned his head and said towards a corner where the stone pillars were densely packed, you should be satisfied with this treatment, right?
No one answered.
Quack~, it seems like you really don’t have the face to see them?
In the corner, behind a certain stone pillar...
Dumbledore pursed his lips and burst into tears.
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Just like what Snape once said: We do some things and regret them deeply; we don't do some things and regret them for the rest of our lives.
Sometimes, for the persistence in the heart, life will be so helpless.