Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Grindelwald's pale and thin face was twisted, and he covered his forehead with his hands, as if he could hear two voices at the same time.

"It was all of us...a quarrel, a reflected magic...I always thought it was all my fault. If we hadn't known each other from the beginning, maybe Ariana wouldn't have died, but it was still mine. wrong."

Dumbledore put an ancient past on the stage, and at the same time painfully forced himself to face the reality. All along, he had only been avoiding the truth of the past.

Nietzsche quickly retreated to the door of the school infirmary. He didn't want to hear something weird and enough to make his skin crawl. Although this kind of thing was very common in the UK, it was better to avoid it.

In the dead of night, Grindelwald's skin began to slowly cool down and his breathing gradually became calmer.

Nietzsche leaned against the door frame boredly and waited for a long time before hearing Dumbledore's approaching footsteps.

"You'd better prepare for the worst." Nietzsche chewed a licorice stick and looked at the dark corridor with the candles extinguished. "I have seen Morfin's ghost, so...even if he can be resurrected, I'm afraid he won't be able to see it again." It has to be what you think.”

The old man's rickety back showed a kind of desolation under the moonlight. Since he was young, the God of Death has taken away so many people from him.

All are friends and relatives.

Dumbledore turned his head and showed an expression that seemed to be crying and smiling in the moonlight of the corridor.

"Whether he lives an ignoble life or dies heroically, at least I want to hear his own choice," the principal said.

(Abba, Abba, why don't you stay here for a few days? After all, the fox will be finished in about five days...)

Chapter 412 The horn of attack

One night, Hagrid led the hound Fang to patrol the Forbidden Forest as usual. He held the reins and raised a bright lantern with the red umbrella hiding the wand in his other hand.

This lantern was a gift given to him by Dumbledore, and the ever-extinguishing Gubler fairy fire inside is the symbol of the gamekeeper.

But today, this lantern suddenly seemed very weak. The light it emitted seemed to be trapped. It could not spread to a place ten meters away from Hagrid, and the surrounding temperature was also lowering.

"Fang...it's okay, Fang." Hagrid tightened his moleskin coat and tightened the reins in his hands.

The hound seemed to have discovered something, and roared impatiently toward the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Then he heard the sound of several large trees being knocked down.

"Bane, is that you?"

No one responded to him, and a few more branches were bent.

"Ronan?" Hagrid joked to dispel his uneasiness, "There aren't many trees in the Forbidden Forest for you to ruin."

He didn't believe this joke himself, because horse people would never destroy nature.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Hagrid pulled the rope hard and picked up Fang with one hand. He did not dare to make any sound. The hunter's intuition told him that something had stayed here. Behind the woods.

Right in front of him! He smelled the putrid smell...he heard the breathing of the things...

"boom!"

The bushes in front of Hagrid were suddenly opened, and when he saw the big face that was suddenly illuminated by the lantern and squinted his eyes, he froze in place numbly.

"Fredvafa? Mom?" He looked at the giant in front of him and took a few steps back in shock. He raised the lantern above his head and asked, "Why did you come here... No... Don't tell me It's that person..."

The giant he called 'mother' howled because of the approaching lantern, as if he had been burned by a red-hot iron, and suddenly fell back, covering his eyes.

However, Hagrid already had the answer in his mind:

Dumbledore also said that the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts will be very uneasy recently, and during this period, a giant that does not belong to Hogwarts suddenly appeared. No matter how stupid he is, he can understand what is going on. .

But he just didn't understand why the giant mother who abandoned him when he was three years old came here.

"Woo...woof!" Yaya's whimpering brought Hagrid back to his senses.

Unfortunately, he saw another smaller giant, who helped the pale-skinned Friedvarfa up and roared angrily, seeming to accuse him of unintentionally hurting his mother.

"Mom...Mom!" he heard the trumpet giant say as he supported Friedwafa.

The giant waved its arms impatiently, and then several humanoid creatures staggered out from behind it.

Hagrid moved the lantern nervously, only to realize that those people were not human at all. Their skin was as dry and cracked as Friedwafa, like dates that had been exposed to the sun for a week.

'run! ’

Facing the unknown, Hagrid only had this word in his mind.

Those creatures seemed to be afraid of the lantern sent by Dumbledore, which was good news. He hugged his trembling teeth and ran desperately towards the castle.

When he fell, he got up again, and when a monster caught up with him, he took a lantern and threw it at it. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the sparks that fell into the dead branches. He only had one thought in his mind - to tell Dumbledore.

With a whoosh, just as Hagrid was running, a bat knocked him to the ground with kinetic energy that was not consistent with his size.

"First blood~" The bat turned into a human form the moment it landed. From its sharp teeth and smooth Animagus transformation, it was obviously a disgusting vampire.

"Break into pieces!"

Hagrid held up the umbrella in his hand and recited the spell at a very fast speed.

Hiding a wand in an umbrella is easy to make the enemy careless, just as no Muggle would think that a bullet can be shot from an umbrella.

The shattering spell tore the vampire's clothes and hit the opponent's chest, shattering the sternum and diaphragm inside, and the blood exploded into a mist in the air, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

"Who's next!" Hagrid roared at the voices that were slowly approaching from the woods.

Werewolf? Vampire? Or his giant mother who was like a zombie?

Hagrid gritted his teeth, threw away his heartache and smashed the glass on the lantern, and used the flames inside that had never been extinguished to set the surrounding woods on fire. Although it was not as terrifying as the fire of the calendar, it at least forced back those monsters that looked like humans.

"You guys want to disturb Dumbledore?" He roared, "I have a real vampire hunter license!"

"Glop!" A hoarse voice shouted.

A tree trunk flew over, and Hagrid squatted down to avoid it. This was the way the giant responded to him before.

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why Friedwafa became that ghost, but from the giant's wailing, he could tell that the other party was probably also Friedwafa's child, Grawp, who grew up in the giant tribe.

Hagrid had a half-brother, but this brother seemed to be crazy.

"Petrified!"

The spell penetrated Grawp's clothes, splashing a faint ripple on his gray skin. This level of magic didn't even stop the other party's forward steps.

Hagrid spat, flexibly rolled to the side twice, and dodged the giant's waving fist in the middle of the flames.

Just when the legendary gamekeeper was in a dilemma, an arrow passed through the falling trees and accurately shot into the giant Grawp's left eye, causing it to roll on the ground frantically.

Before Hagrid could react, another arrow nailed the vampire who had just flown through the fire circle to the tree trunk, and was continuously burned by the flames attached to it.

"It seems that I am not too late." A tough call came from behind, from Bain who saw the fire and came to check.

The sigh of the centaur was the only sound that could make Hagrid laugh.

"I'm sorry for burning the forbidden forest." He was supported by several centaurs and staggered out of the center of the hot fire circle. When the evening breeze blew, the sweat on his forehead was immediately collected.

"Then you can slowly plant it back later..." Bain turned back and shot a few arrows, saying as he ran.

Hagrid was so big that two strong centaurs could barely carry him through the Forbidden Forest, which was like a domino.

Because Dumbledore also noticed the fire spreading in the Forbidden Forest, they saw the three headmasters standing there as soon as they ran to the school gate.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid said breathlessly, "They are coming... I saw my mother... giants, many giants, and vampires... I don't know how they got here."

He raised his head and told what he saw and heard. From beginning to end, he did not see any expression of "surprise" on Dumbledore's face, as if it should be so.

"Headmaster, he's here!" Hagrid emphasized again.

"I know, thank you, Rubeus, you go and inform Argus to hide all the students in the lounge and don't come out for the time being." Dumbledore said softly, "Warn them not to move until there is no movement in the school."

The headmaster's voice always has some kind of magic, slowly soothing Hagrid's anxious heart.

After he left, Dumbledore turned back and said to Madame Maxime, "Let him get ready."

Chapter 413 The True and False Albus

Madame Maxime pushed out a wheelchair from the castle, on which sat a withered old man. His skin was close to his bones, his eyes were black, but his bones and appearance were exactly the same as Dumbledore's.

After she pushed 'Dumbledore' out, she and Karkaroff walked into the castle in a disinterested manner.

The healthy Dumbledore and the sick 'Dumbledore' looked at each other, the latter raised his right hand and blocked the former's regretful eyes with the resurrection stone ring on his finger.

"Al...bus." "Gellert."

Nietzsche stood in the principal's office, looking down at the two old men in front of the oak door with Hermione.

No one knew what Grindelwald said after he woke up, but they knew that a few days later, he was lying on the hospital bed and said the idea of ​​'attracting Voldemort'.

If the time was turned back 72 hours, Nietzsche would still remember the scene of that day.

Grindelwald was no longer like a human being when he woke up. The pain forced him to move around in a wheelchair. The hallucinations of being immersed in poison all day made his soul fragile due to regret. But he could still laugh.

At that time, Grindelwald said calmly: "Since your plan is to seduce Voldemort and let him completely relax his vigilance, then no one is more suitable than me. My human transformation is more perfect than the Polyjuice Potion."

The once arrogant Dark Lord only felt relieved about his own life at that moment.

"Why?" Hermione held the Blood Pact necklace on her chest, looked down at the scene of Grindelwald being pushed away by Dumbledore, and asked softly the doubts in her heart.

Her voice brought Nietzsche up from the stream of memories.

"Grindelwald told me that this necklace was once proof that he and Dumbledore were broken, but now that Principal Dumbledore has resurrected him, he is planning to die..." Hermione turned her head and whispered. explain.

“Because—because he was physically and mentally devastated.” Nietzsche explained dryly.

The hallucination is Ariana, who died in the dispute between Grindelwald and Dumbledore brothers.

Grindelwald did not want this debt to be settled on his head, so he ran away. However, the young Principal Dumbledore knew very well that his sister died under the protection of the Blood Alliance, so he began to escape from the "greatest man" he had ever followed. Benefit'.

Under the influence of the Resurrection Stone, Grindelwald became a conscious bacon jerky, and Dumbledore's regret revealed that he gradually understood the meaning of Ariana.

"Perhaps for a once-great man like him, becoming 'Ariana' is the only thing he has never accomplished." Nietzsche said something extremely awkward.

Hermione tilted her head. Although she had no knowledge of Dumbledore's past, she could barely analyze some of the meaning.

"You mean...family?"

"Almost yes." Nietzsche nodded.

"But hasn't Dumbledore already accepted him?" Hermione asked in confusion, "If it were you, then I would never let you deliberately die."

This actually moved Nietzsche a little.

He asked back: "But will Dumbledore let Ariana become a living dead?"

Answer: No.

Now Grindelwald is just a piece of old bacon hanging on for a breath. The difference between him and the Inferi in fairy tales is that he has retained his sanity and magic power. The Resurrection Stone will not let him die, and it will never make him feel better. That's it...

Dumbledore pushed the wheelchair onto the lawn between the castle and the Forbidden Forest, lowered his head and looked at the wand.

"You promised me."

"Okay, Albus, I promise you to live until the day you die, even though it won't be long..." Grindelwald struggled to pick up the Elder Wand between his fingers.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about! What I'm talking about is that you have to apologize to Ariana!" Dumbledore looked at the approaching darkness on the horizon, exhaling a puff of white air every time he said a word, and warned before leaving. He said, "Don't be brave."

"Yeah, yeah, girls are moaning..."

The principal looked indifferently at the extinguished stars in the night sky, holding Fox on the shoulder, and returned to the principal's office in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort's army was still pressing in. Nietzsche, Hermione and the principal were lying next to the window. They could see dense small black dots lining up from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and what was very funny was the leading giant.

"The leader of the giants is actually the youngest?" Nietzsche complained.

"That's Hagrid's brother." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anger and helplessness, "Actually, I should have asked Hagrid to warn those giant tribes, but then Grindelwald's injury and your 'death' made me Had to shift focus.”

The principal paused for a moment and continued: "I guess Voldemort probably used the same dark magic to resurrect and control Rubeus' mother Friedvarfa, making Grawp the first giant to surrender."

It seemed that the centaurs were right to worry. If they had told Hagrid about this earlier, maybe the simple half-blood giant would come to his door the next day and want to recognize his relatives.

The temperature of the air had caused frost to form on the windows due to the arrival of the Dementors. Phoenix Fox stepped on the left and right shoulders of Nietzsche and Hermione respectively, blocking the cold with its fiery feathers.

"I have no habit of looking up." Grindelwald's voice, or Dumbledore's voice to be precise, echoed throughout Hogwarts.

Except for Nietzsche, Hermione and the three principals, the little wizards lurking in the lounge could not tell them apart.

"It's the principal!" The little badgers put their ears to the ceiling, listening to every move outside through the thick soil. "The principal is already confronting Voldemort!"

Grindelwald just stared straight ahead, staring at the chirping beasts, until a black shadow among the dementors fell from the sky to break the deadlock.

"Dumbledore ---" Voldemort took a deep breath and said arrogantly, "Where are your students? Where is your most loyal Harry Potter? They are not here. It seems that without that Mudblood, you will There is no chance of winning anymore.”

Nietzsche knocked on the window edge as Hermione snickered, and made a mental note.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how Voldemort scolds him now, Nietzsche will kill him tenfold later.

"If you really die, I'm afraid one of Voldemort's strategies will succeed." Hermione said happily, "At least I can't deduce the whereabouts of the gold cup based on some pure-blood family trees and Voldemort's transfer of personnel."