Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"Perhaps I don't need to worry too much about Voldemort rising from my body?"

Grindelwald's last few words made Harry's eyes shine. Although Grindelwald's words changed his evaluation of Voldemort in his heart, after all, he was a genius who was recognized by Grindelwald as the best in the black arts. , but it was just a piece of soul fragment, Harry didn't think this thing could kill him.

'I can't beat one-seventh of Voldemort, can I? '

Harry thought this way in his heart, even he was looking forward to that moment, when Voldemort was revived on his body, the two souls collided, he must have used a set of grappling and wrestling to pin the noseless monster to the ground and beat him.

If he and Voldemort can put aside the wand, Harry said that he can beat ten of them at once, and he still hasn't completed what Hagrid said, before the magic body training. If he completes this training, Harry's opponents will not It may be human beings, only those magical creatures with rough skin and thick flesh can withstand his beating.

"Who can know?" Grindelwald spread his hands, he is a prophet, but he is not omniscient, "but the worst result is that after Voldemort finds that his remnant soul can't beat you, instead When you are going to eat him up, this guy will not wait to die, if you are dragged into the water by him, the possibility of becoming a fool and idiot is quite high."

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to take this risk anymore." Harry thanked him indifferently for this. It is estimated that the entire magic world has no so-called experience to refer to in the battle of the soul. If things can be solved safely, don't play tricks.

"However, Professor, what was Professor Dumbledore's plan before? Since he intends to guide me, how does he want me to solve this matter in the end?"

The world had changed so much that Harry couldn't figure out what Dumbledore was thinking and planning.

"Let's put it this way, Albus wanted you to die in Voldemort's hands. Of course, this is not death in the true sense, but to use his hands to kill the soul fragments in your body."

"But I understand that this is impossible for you. If it were another child, it might be possible, but you are different. You don't need Al's guidance to have enough courage, even It's the courage and courage beyond his imagination, you can't do what Al needs, the calm death in the face of Voldemort."

"During the chat just now, you actually looked down on Voldemort, right?" Grindelwald said calmly. He had already discovered that Harry had no fear of the name Voldemort at all, and even in the depths of his gaze, there was With a trace of disdain, Dumbledore's plan was doomed to fail.

"Although Al is not a prophet and cannot see the picture of the future, he knows how to guess people's hearts. Many people who have come into contact with him have the feeling that Al is maintaining Legilimency all the time, but he is not."

"Al is the most understanding guy I have ever met, but he is also the least understanding person."

"He expected that after Voldemort tasted failure in you, he would definitely come to you. At the same time, Voldemort would also covet the power in your body. Your mother used it to protect you and bounced back the powerful power of the Killing Curse. He is a Al sees through a poor bastard lost in his quest for power."

"He has even figured out several methods for Voldemort's resurrection. There are many black magic methods to reshape the body, but Voldemort will definitely choose the one that can exert its strongest power. For black magic, hatred or It is the power of hatred that is the most powerful material, no one in the world hates you more than him, so your blood, your flesh, must be the resurrection material he most desires."

"When all these conditions are fulfilled, Voldemort will no longer have the possibility of killing you. The magic left in your body by your mother will establish a new connection between you because of Voldemort's plunder. As long as he does not die, Voldemort It can't kill you, even if his killing curse hits you, what Voldemort killed must be hidden in your body, belonging to his soul."

"And you, you can fight with him as much as you want while enjoying this protection. If you are unlucky enough to be hit by a killing curse again, the scene ten years ago will repeat itself again, and the killing curse will be rebounded , and destroy his flesh again."

"If you were an ordinary child, Al's plan wasn't perfect, but it was very feasible. He calculated everything as much as possible, even from ten years ago to more than ten years later, but Al, who can see through people's hearts If you don’t understand people’s hearts, people’s hearts will change.”

"You are the first variable, and the second variable is Voldemort."

Grindelwald's eyes became colder, "Do you still remember Halloween?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "But hasn't the man behind the scenes been caught?"

"That's a scapegoat, or in other words, that guy is a manipulated puppet, he was discovered on purpose, otherwise, how could that stupid kid from the Weasley family catch someone."

Grindelwald curled his lips, "I used Legilimency to look at the child's memory. The reason why this guy bumped into this thing is because he lost his way in the castle. Originally, he wanted to go to the auditorium The one who spins the chicken legs wildly, but he can't remember the changing stairs, he wants to walk the small path but he doesn't recognize him halfway, it's the first time I see such a bad memory, was that guy a pig in his previous life, he just knows how to eat, he I never thought about looking for someone at all, during the two months from Halloween to Christmas, I was either eating or looking for food.”

The corners of Harry's brows twitched slightly. He really didn't expect to hear this kind of news, but this piss was indeed very Ron.

Without Hermione's urging, and without Harry's trouble to come to the door, Ron, without the slightest pressure, completely let himself go, lying quite heartless.

"But Ron knocked someone out with a table leg... so what's going on?"

"Oh, you said this." Grindelwald touched his nose, the expression on his face was indescribable.

"It's not that he found out what was wrong with that guy, but that when that guy came out of the secret room, he was knocked down by Ron who was running and didn't look at the road. The black magic book fell out. He pulled out his wand and prepared to give it to Ron. A lesson, luckily the kid wasn't so stupid that he couldn't even run, Ron rushed into a utility room, touched a broken table leg and smashed it when he opened the door."

"In other words, all this is a coincidence?"

"Not really, although I haven't found that the Weasley kid has been modified by someone, but it's not troublesome to guide someone to do something, such as a confusion spell that has reduced its effectiveness. There is no possibility of being discovered, wizards often use it when dealing with trolls, those stupid fools have very low resistance to mental magic, it is much easier to turn them around and go home than to beat them up."

"No matter what, since the scapegoat has been pushed out and the matter has come to an end on the surface, we can't continue the investigation with great fanfare."

"How about entrusting this matter to you?"

Grindelwald tapped on the table, seemingly thinking about something.

"Of course, there is a reward for this matter. How about a Sorcerer's Stone? Although the magic power in it has almost been exhausted, this thing is still a treasure. It is quite amazing that Al can get this from that old stingy man." It's easy, I guess the favors are almost spent."

"Well, the reward for this transaction is good, right!"

A red stone suddenly appeared in Grindelwald's hand, and as he threw it casually, he threw the Philosopher's Stone into the mirror of the Mirror of Erised, splashing a wave of ripples.

"You will."

Grindelwald said confidently, "I have gathered all the conditions in the prophecy, and then I just need to witness the scene where blood flows into rivers."

He stared at Harry sharply, and there seemed to be a faint expectation in the depths of his pupils, an incomprehensible expectation.

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I worked overtime today and came back a bit late. Alas, I was thinking about staying up all night, but I guess I won’t be able to sleep today. Before 6:00 in the morning, I will post three chapters. If I still have the ability, I will write more for today’s update .

Toil life ah, can not afford to hurt.