Hogwarts snake wizard

"Can you hurry!"

"Don't rub it in!"

Gaunt "old mansion", Grindelwald stared at the white-haired boy behind him with dissatisfaction, not understanding why it was almost noon and what "morning tea" to eat!

"What are you urging, we are going to the funeral, not to eat."

"Besides, it's your old lover's funeral, not a wedding, don't be so active, okay?"

"How about you cry for a while first?"

Samael wiped the corners of his mouth unhurriedly, teasing this handsome old northern nose, wanting to see sad emotions in his pupils.

"What do you know, at the level of the Great Wizard, even if he is dead, it will not affect the soul's path of continuing to chase magic."

"Only Tom, the coward, can truly fear death."

Grindelwald said nonchalantly, directly stepped forward to grab Samael's hand, a phantom appeared, and left the "old mansion".

"Gag ~"

Not surprisingly, Samael vomited again, even after many phantom shifts, he still couldn't stand such a clumsy use of space.

He looked at Grindelwald's back with an unhappy face.

You squeaked early, how good I brought you here, soothed the mood, Samael and Grindelwald walked in unison towards the funeral in the distance.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Samael missed it quite nostalgically.

"How dare you!"

"How dare you come to this place again!"

Seeing Samael's arrival, Harry's face seemed to be bloodshot and he looked at him angrily.

Even the professors on the side tightened their wands in their hands.

"Can you come, but can't I?"

"Hogwarts is not yours, if you really calculate it, it is still the property of Slytherin."

Samael didn't mind his incompetent barking, directly imprisoning Harry the moment he wanted to step forward, and when he passed by him, Harry was ejected for several meters with just a slight brain crash.

A slight crack appeared on his head, and it recovered in an instant.

Professor McGonagall and Hagrid anxiously stepped forward to see how Harry was doing, only to find that he had fully recovered.

Ignoring them, Samael walked to the sarcophagus and looked at Dumbledore's serene face, slightly distracted.

Except for some bad decisions, this person seems to have been maintaining peace in the wizarding world most of the time.

It is not too much to say that he is a great man.

Samael felt that this bright and brilliant weather was not suitable for sending the deceased away, and as soon as his mind moved, the clouds in the sky instantly became dark.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and a drizzle brought some mourning to the funeral.

Samael held the black umbrella, watching those who were unable to conjure an umbrella to hide from the rain in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"You murderer, what are you pretending to be here!"

Ron saw that Harry and Samael had fallen out, and finally had the courage to face Samael.

"Murderer?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Now Grindelwald, who was next to Samael, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"As far as I know, it was Harry Potter who poured bowl after bowl of poison into Dumbledore's mouth."

"It was Harry Potter who made him use his last magic to save you."

"He should be the murderer, and the Malfoy imp is the one who really gave him relief."

Grindelwald's voice was always calm, but the huge magic on his body rioted in an instant.

Harry, Hagrid, and Glo, who had beast-like instincts, exploded in ordinary cold hair.

A deadly threat loomed over them.

"You, are

you..." "How is it possible, aren't you dead..." "

Merlin's beard..." The

mourning professors on the side, when they saw Grindelwald, it was like seeing a ghost.

At first, none of them noticed the man standing next to Samael.

She had always thought that she was Samael's servant or subordinate, but it was not until Professor McGonagall looked at his magic-filled heterochromatic eyes that a long-lost memory awakened her.

If Harry's generation grew up listening to the legend of Voldemort, they grew up listening to the legend of Grindelwald.

The Dark Lord who had stirred up the storm in Europe appeared in front of them at this time.

The other professors also recognized Grindelwald and retreated one by one in horror.

Trembling, he pointed his wand at him.

"Harry, don't believe him, what he does best is demagoguery."

Looking at Harry, who was about to sink, Professor McGonagall was a little anxious and couldn't help reminding him.

"Is it? But am I not telling the truth?

Grindelwald's tone remained unchanged and he shifted his gaze back to Dumbledore.

The snow-white hair made him look very, very neat, and the rosy skin looked as if he had just fallen asleep.

"Is this the person you need to defend with your life?"

"Albus, have you become so dizzy?"

"If you're still alive, you're going to teach me again."

"I can imagine that you're going to say, 'Gellert, you can't do this, you can't do that.'

"But wasn't you the first to bring it up for the greatest good?" I'm just doing it.

"Let me be willful again, if you don't obey, then you will come alive and stop me!"

Grindelwald's voice was soft, as if he was talking to an old friend.

"I will come to see you often."

At the end of the sentence, Grindelwald smoothed out Dumbledore's slightly wrinkled clothes.

With the wave of the wand, dense magic patterns appeared on the sarcophagus, simple and profound, ordinary people would feel dazzled even at a glance.

He didn't allow anyone to disturb Albus's tranquility!!

Never allowed!!

When you're done, stare at everyone in front of you with dead eyes.

"We should go!"

"Otherwise, someone else said that I killed Professor Dumbledore's murderer."

"I have a glass heart, I can't listen to abuse, and it's not good to accidentally kill people."

Samael tugged on Grindelwald's sleeve and left quickly, he could feel the surging killing intent in this guy's eyes.

Shit pursues the path of magic, I'm afraid he doesn't believe it himself.

The crowd did not have the courage to catch up, and could only watch their departure with indignant eyes.

Until the space door closed, a dark and dirty "ghost thing" was launched from the space door.

Group excitedly stopped the thing, and was about to play with it, but was stopped by the voices of everyone.

"Don't."

"Group, put it down."

They couldn't figure out how Sirius, who had already pronounced death, was not dead.

But what about the arm? What about hands?

How did that merry rich second generation become this dead virtue, but it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune that people are fine.

The clouds faded, the sun shone on the earth again, and everyone looked in the direction Samael had left.

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