Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

"Glinton, you have to remember that we can look down on those mediocre outside wizards, and we can also look down on those pampered playboys."

"But those wizards who are truly talented will have potential or combat power that you can't even imagine."

"Even if you don't make friends with them, you must never offend them."

Before entering school, Glinton Black could not fully understand what his father told him.

He came to school with his father's admonitions.

At first, he still had pride and superiority in his heart.

Fortunately, his father disciplined him a lot so that he didn't have the temper of a young master, so he was always polite to others.

In other words, he will never look down on any wizard without reason.

For the first time in the Transfiguration class, he was sure that the young wizard sitting in front of him was a civilian wizard admitted under special circumstances.

There is no pureblood family named Corwin.

However, he knew Luna and Elise, and he felt that they would not get close to a young wizard with no family background for no reason.

After careful observation, he discovered the clumsy transformation technique in Xifa's hand and waved the wand slightly stiffly.

Seeing that the wooden sword conjured by Xifa still had burrs, he was still wondering whether Xifa's talent was just average.

But in the afternoon, Xifa let him see what magic talent is.

His performance in the Transfiguration class convinced Glinton that Xifa was a novice who had just come into contact with magic.

But in the magic class, his performance felt better than mine.

You know, I have been studying magic at home for many years.

I thought that Western France would put pressure on me in study.

Unexpectedly, one day suddenly, a letter came from home, and there was internal news - Xifa's battle in Hogsmeade caused a lot of traces of the battle.

Without pictures and without truth, Glinton doesn’t understand what a large amount means.

He thought that it should be caused by continuously casting the crushing spell to cause a large number of marks. He can do it too.

In this way, Glinton began to look for opportunities to make friends with Xifa.

I heard that Xifa was encountering difficulties in the Forbidden Forest.

Think again about the duel scenes you witnessed in school and under the protection of your family.

He thinks he can do it too.

Until he saw with his own eyes the magic power fluctuations left over from the battle between Xifa and Charles in the Forbidden Forest...

His ideas began to break. Is Xifa really that strong?

Fortunately, Xifa's miserable look made him know how much Xifa had paid.

But then, Xifa became an assistant teacher in the Transfiguration class, and his magic of activating soil made him envious.

It only took half a year to catch up with myself.

During the vacation, he thought about it and decided to use his family's library resources to win over Xifa.

Unexpectedly, Xifa ignored it.

When school started, he still had resentment in his heart, but with Xifa's proactive explanation, he forgave Xifa.

The two met occasionally in the auditorium, and I was able to join their small group and learn some skills that I had never seen in books, which benefited me a lot.

This is the situation today.

Glinton viciously cast a few Shattering Curses.

Several potholes several meters in diameter were left outside the Quidditch pitch.

Time to breathe.

He looked in the direction of Ravenclaw. There was no little wizard with white hair, and there was no similar figure with black hair.

What are you thinking about? With Elise by his side, what should I worry about him doing?

Touching the necklace hanging on his chest, Glinton sighed.

The Black family is an ancient family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and is the school director of Hogwarts. It has some unique means and power.

For example, the teleportation magic in this necklace can transport oneself back to the family in one breath, even in Hogwarts.

If the barrier in front of him is breached, he can activate the necklace without hesitation and escape from here.

"Eileen Prince, don't stay too far away from me. The situation is not right. I will take you away."

"Okay..." The thin, cowardly little witch replied timidly.

Although the Prince family is pure blood, compared with a sacred pure blood family like Black, it is no different from a Muggle family.

Glinton took a fancy to her talent in potions, and he wanted to train a pharmacist who would be loyal to him.

This kind of secret entrustment and solicitation happens everywhere in the stadium.

War is approaching.

All members of the holy pure-blood family, even collateral members, will be given something similar to a necklace when they enter school.

Tom was on the side, easily releasing magic spells one after another to harvest the lives of those demonized creatures.

Originally, he didn't want to be in the limelight, but when faced with threats, he naturally reserved his energy to look for opportunities to escape.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Tom also quietly stole a Quidditch player's broom to him, and when he was in a hurry, he escaped from the air in the dark.

However, these unflattering means came to him after Abraxas Malfoy came to him, extended an olive branch to him and told him that he had the means to leave.

He then let go of his hands and feet and unleashed his magic power.

Why not seize this opportunity to earn prestige and let others see your strength?

After fighting for a period of time, Tom's powerful and continuous magic output attracted the attention of many people.

Just then Tom received the admiration of everyone.

The sky suddenly exploded with light.

A golden-red fireball suddenly lit up above their heads.

All the little wizards couldn't help but look up.

With the help of rapidly dissipating fireballs.

They saw Dumbledore standing in the sky.

On the opposite side is a black fog, with streams of black smoke falling from the clouds and blending into it.

The coercion emanating from the fog made many young wizards find it difficult to breathe.

You know, this is a super armor spell cast by four professors!

The top wizard is a walking natural disaster!

This almost natural disaster-like scene brought his father's teachings to Glinton's mind.

"Father, is this what you said? Dumbledore alone is the real reason that prevents Grindelwald from entering the British wizarding world?"

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On the battlefield below, Dumbledore did not pay attention.

With the blessing of Hogwarts, the joint super armor spell of the four professors was not broken.

The little wizard who stays inside is definitely not in danger of his life.

At this time, he frowned and looked solemnly at the Forbidden Forest with gleaming blue eyes.

In his perception, there is a depressing, evil, and random magic field approaching him.

With the help of the light emitted by the fire spell jointly cast by dozens of Gryffindor wizards below.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a horizontal tornado rushing towards this direction from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

The treetops and grass blades were impressed by the airflow caused by its huge size and rapid advancement.

Dumbledore slowly raised his wand.

Soon, the outermost air pressure had reached him.

Let the wizard robe on his body rustle in the wind.

No, I can only be tough.

Otherwise, this force will cause flaws in the defense below.

Fortunately, with the help of Xifa, my magical attainments have become even more refined.

Otherwise, this time, you will be embarrassed.

The bulging veins on your hands are caused by the concentration of magic power in your hands.

The tip of Dumbledore's staff suddenly sent out an invisible shock wave.

When colliding with the black tornado.

It instantly turned into a counter-rotating fire tornado.

Then, the two tornadoes collided with each other. In the end, Dumbledore was stronger. The remaining power of his curse turned into a big fireball and slowly dissipated in the air.

Isn't this you? Brandt...

Dumbledore still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the enemy would imprison Brant and use Polyjuice Potion to deceive him.

However, when streams of black air dropped from the clouds and converged into a deep colored fog several meters wide dozens of meters away from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression changed from a hint of luck to one of complete solemnity.

It seems that I feel the approach of the master, or more precisely, I feel the appearance of the superior.

The demonized magical animals that besieged the Quidditch pitch became more ferocious and violent.

They are not afraid of death and take advantage of the little wizard's idle time.

Crash yourself against the translucent wall of the Super Armor Curse.

The electric light flashed from above, burning them to ashes easily.

Like a moth flying into a flame, it brings pressure as low as goose feathers to the professor.

Although, magic is supplied by Hogwarts Castle.

But the mental power to cast spells and repair magical structures still needs to be provided by the professor.

Without the little wizard to help ease some of the burden, those cannon fodders would become even more desperate for life and death.

The pressure on the four professors increased dramatically in an instant.

"You little bastard who doesn't want to die! Hurry up and cast a spell to help!"

Horace Slughorn saw his college looking up at the sky and pointing at Dumbledore.

He didn't care at all that his dean was so tired that his fart was about to come out.

I couldn't help but turn around and shake off a handful of oily sweat, and roared at those "idle" little wizards.

No amplification spell was cast, but Little Wizard Zhou Duo could still clearly hear his roar.

Seeing the professor is almost unbearable.

They were so frightened that they quickly cast spells.

For a time, Slughorn's pressure was greatly reduced.

He finally had the opportunity to take out a gold-rimmed handkerchief and wipe his sweat.

Albus, beat him to death quickly, my old bones can't bear this kind of punishment.

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If we say that the magic at the beginning still had a hint of Brandt's magic, but when the black air flow continued to pour into the fog in front of us.

Brandt's breath became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

When the last airflow merges into it.

The fog suddenly shrank, forming a round ball that looked like a substance.

Then, it exploded suddenly.

From it a strong man was born.

There are some faint traces of young Brandt on his body. If you don't look closely, he is simply another person!

Dumbledore felt a little creepy.

When the person standing opposite to him opened his brown pupils.

Facing the other party’s strange and evil eyes.

Dumbledore cast a golden-red curse without hesitation.

However, Dumbledore's serious probing was not false at all.

The same understated wave of the hand.

A layer of black airflow emerged from behind, canceling out the magic package.

"Albus Dumbledore. The most powerful white wizard in recent years"

"It is said that he is even more powerful than the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald."

"Seeing that you withstood the shock wave with ease, the rumors are true."

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned, then relaxed.

The opponent seems to be using the defeat of Grindelwald as a reference.

In this case, I, who has improved recently, can catch him by surprise.

"Why did you attack Hogwarts for no reason? In other words, why did you want to embarrass these little wizards?"

After hearing Dumbledore's question, the man born in the black mist slapped his forehead.

"Even if I say it directly, you won't understand me."

"By the way, let me introduce myself first. My name is Rona Ganelon."

Ganelon? This last name? He was one of the twelve holy knights of the church. Does it have anything to do with him?

Dumbledore quickly searched for relevant knowledge in his mind. However, these medieval histories of other countries were really not his strong point.

"Tsk, don't you know... That's right. After all, you are a young person, so it is normal not to know those things."

Rona Ganelon saw that Dumbledore was silent. He was startled for a moment, and then murmured to himself.

"Hundreds of years have passed, success or failure depends on this."

"I just want revenge! The church took away my beloved one back then!"

"You should know what it feels like to lose the one you love!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore's expression changed. He thought of his sister, who was accidentally killed by his good brother.

"Dumbledore, get out of the way. Let me open the door to the underworld. Your sister's soul will have the opportunity to return to you!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore's heart moved, and he involuntarily turned sideways, as if to make way for Rona Ganelon.

Seeing this, Rona Ganelon couldn't help but be ecstatic, and let out a series of strange laughter, which echoed in the sky like a crow.

"Okay, as long as I open the door to hell and welcome my lover's soul, I will also help you find your sister's soul."

As long as Dumbledore doesn't care about him, the barrier below is a joke. He can lift it by raising his hand. But Dumbledore is really an accident. Within hundreds of years, few people can reach his level.

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Seeing that Dumbledore gave up fighting against him, Rona Ganelon raised his right hand.

The dark clouds in the sky began to rotate as he waved his hand in circles.

Soon a bright light shot out.

But at the same time, this is also a big whirlpool that blocks out the sky and the sun.

The little wizard on the Quidditch pitch once again looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky in shock.

It looks like Dumbledore is planning to surrender?!

Abraxas Malfoy hurriedly took out his life-saving means and quietly activated it.

What made him bewildered was that the signal was cut off!

For a while, he didn't dare to say anything for fear of offending the panting Tom Riddle.

Fortunately, Tom also looked up at the scene in the sky, ignoring Abraxas Malfoy's constantly changing expression.

Just when the black whirlpool is about to fall.

Dumbledore turned around with a struggling expression and faced Rona Ganelon.

When he stood still, his eyes were clear and firm.

"Sorry, I would rather live in self-blame than watch you kill a little wizard!"

After saying that, a beam of light shot out from the top of the main castle of Hogwarts and landed at Dumbledore's feet.

"Vulcan opens the way!"

The blazing flames swirled and rolled under Dumbledore's feet, forming a vortex of flames that was no less powerful than the Rona Ganelon curse.

Controlling such powerful magic made Dumbledore's arms and wand tremble slightly.

But it is Dumbledore who can do his best, and Rona Ganelon who must spare his efforts to open the door to hell.

Let Rona Ganelon's ambition stop here.