Hogwarts: From Inheriting The Ancestral Business To Becoming The Devil

Looking at Dumbledore lying in the corpse, Kahn hesitated for a few seconds, picked up the fat hairless chicken that was jumping and running towards the side, and aimed the chicken's head at Dumbledore's waist.

I saw the big fat chicken struggling to squeeze out a few tears, which dripped on Dumbledore's wound. Although the injury couldn't be seen clearly through the wizard's robe, it should be a sip of milk.

After all, Phoenix's tears are the best blood recovery medicine, even ordinary toxins and curses can be easily resolved.

Now that Kahn can help him, it is already worthy of his own conscience.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Dumbledore, an old dude, treated him well at the beginning, this wave should go up and make up for him. After all, he is more than a hundred and ten years old. I have lived enough for Ben, and it is normal to die at this age.

Seeing that the big fat chicken really didn't shed any tears, Kahn didn't make things difficult for it. After all, this guy has just passed nirvana. If it dies now, it will be really cold.

Immediately, Kahn held the big hairless chicken in one hand, and the old Qardon that had degenerated from red hair to white hair in the other, and directly cast Apparation to the outside of Nurmengard Castle.

Stepping on the thick snow, Kahn dragged Dumbledore on the ground with one hand, leaving a long scratch on the snow.

He was milked by the Phoenix just now, so it shouldn't be that easy to die, after all, Dumbledore's vitality is still very tenacious.

As for letting Kahn take the milk by himself, that’s fine, since my milk volume is a bit sufficient, it’s better to let him lie down first.

As for Dumbledore, since he didn't die, Kahn had no choice but to throw him into Nurmengard to be with his old man.

Although neither party made a bet in the wizard duel, they both knew that it was nothing more than death, but even if they didn't die, if they lost the wizard duel, they couldn't hinder the other party's plan. The wizarding world showed up.

And Dumbledore's reputation should still be trustworthy. When his grandfather lost, he had never been out of Nurmengard, and then he went home during Christmas.

The same is true for Dumbledore, if his younger brother Aberforth knelt down, he could be allowed to attend a funeral or something, and normally he would be imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Besides, with his own old man guarding him, it was difficult for Dumbledore to find an opportunity to go out to block Kahn's way, and it was even more embarrassing to go out.

By the way, this can also be regarded as an early Christmas gift for my grandfather. Although there is still more than a month before Christmas, Kahn can guarantee that this is definitely one of the best gifts he has received in his life.

They have been separated for decades, and they have reached the age where the top of their heads are buried in the ground. Now they can be imprisoned together, which can be regarded as reunion.

Walking all the way to the gate of Nurmengard, Kahn found that his old man was actually at the gate.

Maybe he knows, no matter who wins this battle, someone will come here to find him immediately!

It's just that I didn't tell him the news, so how did he know?

It wasn't until Kahn came in that he realized that his old man didn't look outside, but stared at the plaque engraved with "For the greater good", and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master, this is a Christmas gift, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!"

Kahn held Dumbledore and said softly with a smile on his lips.

Taking the number one person in the wizarding world as a Christmas gift, who else in this world can be so rich and worthy of his title as the richest man in the wizarding world except himself.

"Ok!"

Gellert Grindelwald turned around slowly, but Yen could still see his body trembling.

"Is this your gift?"

"Dumbledore's body?"

Looking at the things in Kahn's hand, Grindelwald's face was still grim, and his tone was a bit puzzled, who gave Christmas gifts and corpses!

But Kahn could still see a little redness in his eyes, as if something was about to snap.

"It's not a corpse, it's not dead yet!"

Kahn put Dumbledore down, pointed to his slightly heaving chest and said helplessly.

In a normal state, a wizard like Grindelwald can tell at a glance whether the opponent is alive or dead. After all, magic perception is not a joke.

But when the target is seriously injured and hammered to death, this perception will not work. After all, the opponent's breathing is weak and there is no magic fluctuation, just like stealth. The reason why Voldemort asked Malfoy in the original book to confirm whether Harry is dead is This is the reason.

...asking for flowers...

Right now Dumbledore is in such a state, he was about to die and was spat back with tears from Phoenix's tears.

Later, he was dragged to Apparate and dragged in the snow again. This state was not much better than the first one.

"yes!"

My old man still looked flat, as if he didn't care about it, but his hands still trembled a bit.

If it wasn't for Kahn still here, he must have started to rescue him directly, but he didn't want Kahn to see that scene. How can I say that it's fine for others to see it, but it's really inappropriate in front of his juniors.

"I took Dumbledore's phoenix with me."

After saying that, Kahn was ready to leave. Kahn was not interested in seeing where the two old glasses were pasted.

And this hairless chicken, Kahn, definitely can't be left here, after all, with the phoenix, if Dumbledore really escapes, wouldn't that be causing trouble for himself?

"wait wait wait!"

"I don't need to say thank you, I understand!"

Kahn, who turned around and didn't take a few steps, turned around and showed a wretched smile.

"You know shit!"

"Is there any potion for healing?"

Gellert Grindelwald said with a livid face, he knew that this kid was planning himself in his heart.

He wouldn't have stopped Kahn if he had other options.

But I just remembered that I have nothing here that can save Dumbledore!

Dumbledore's state of exhaling more air and less inhaling seemed to be dying, and Nurmengard didn't even have a wand, let alone potions.

Although he persuaded himself to accept the reality that Dumbledore might die at first, knowing that Dumbledore still had a breath, but dying in front of him, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Have!"

Now that my old man has spoken, what else can I do, I can only throw a few glass bottles over, which range from nourishing blood to treating trauma and rubbing. .