I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

Sean's expression suddenly became strange. He didn't feel anything. How could he...

On the system panel, there are many more spells that Sean has never seen before.

Soul Seizing Curse (Black Magic) Lv1: Proficiency 4900/20000

Cruciatus Curse (Black Magic) Lv1: Proficiency 6950/20000

Death Curse (Black Magic) Lv1: Proficiency 16500/20000

Severe Fire Curse (Black Magic) Lv1: Proficiency 5000/15000

Corpse Reappearance (Black Magic) Lv3: Proficiency 10000/10000

Inferi Curse (Black Magic) Lv2: Proficiency 6120/10000

Boiling Blood Curse (Black Magic) Lv1: Proficiency 7850/15000

…

He has learned dozens of spells that he has never seen before, and the levels are all high. The most important thing is that those spells are all black magic...

There are even corpses recreating Riddle's original spell to emit the Dark Mark.

Neither of the two people in the office disturbed Sean who was silent until he raised his head and Grindelwald blinked at him easily: "How was the harvest?"

It’s been quite a harvest…

"This..." Sean looked at Dumbledore, who looked solemn.

Dumbledore didn't ask Sean what he saw, but said softly: "A lot of dark magic...right?"

"Yes, Professor, but I don't understand." Sean was confused.

Judging from the results, the black mist that entered his body just now should be related to Riddle, but he didn't feel anything, as if he was on vacation.

Dumbledore looked at Sean for a while, and then sighed deeply: "That is Riddle's soul fragment. Obviously, he is vulnerable in front of your complete and powerful soul. You accepted his fragment."

That knowledge and experience.”

No wonder there are a lot more magic spells, and the proficiency has increased a bit...

Sean nodded and said doubtfully: "But apart from receiving those things, I didn't feel anything."

"It's normal." It was Grindelwald who spoke, and he looked very happy. "Sean, no matter how many contents of the prophecy we hide from you, you must understand that you are special, right? And this belongs to you.

We don’t understand your own secrets and we won’t explore them. In the future, you will figure it out yourself.”

Secret? Sean frowned. Is this the function of the system?

But it doesn’t look like it…

Dumbledore stood up with an admonition in his tone: "Sean, I have seen too many dark wizards who have fallen. You are a smart boy, and you should also know what the release of dark magic often means.

,Is it right?"

Sean nodded. The release of black magic requires the caster to have great malice. If things go on like this, the wizard's emotions and heart will often be affected, and eventually become twisted and crazy.

"So, don't indulge in those powerful but vicious spells, okay?" Dumbledore looked at him and said in a deep voice.

Before Sean could answer, Grindelwald stepped in: "Sometimes, wizards also need some self-defense methods. Sean, follow your own ideas."

"That's dark magic!" Dumbledore shouted angrily at Grindelwald.

"Come on, Albus, you only know a lot more dark magic than I do, but aren't you still the greatest white wizard of this century?"

"Sean is only a first-year student. I will never allow his sanity to be affected by those malicious things."

"Sean is not one of those mediocre people. Benefits often come with risks! And can't black magic be improved?"

The two old men, whose combined age was over 200 years old, started to quarrel.

Sean looked at the two people with a headache. The conversation had extended to the differences in magic when they were young.

You two combined are only twenty years old, right?

However, he had no part in interrupting, so he could only stand where he was.

Sean glanced at his system panel. There were a long list of black magic spells. To be honest, he also had a headache.

Mastering curses is certainly not a bad thing, but as Dumbledore said, black magic can affect people's minds. A small amount of use may be able to suppress it, but if you raise your hand like Riddle, it will be a big melon, then Xiao

En suspects that the day when he has no nose is not far away.

Let's leave it for now... Sean decided to put aside the dozens of highly proficient black magic spells for now. He still prefers transformation and magical animals. If his two talents can be used, he will not be weak.

.

Moreover, these black magics have broadened his horizons. If he encounters a dark wizard who wants to cast a spell on him in the future, he will also have a way to deal with it.

Of course, Sean is not stubborn, and he will not hesitate when it is time to use it.

In the office, the strange silverware was still slowly breathing steam, and the argument between the two old men finally stopped.

Dumbledore's face was full of anger, and Grindelwald's face also turned red. Neither of them could convince the other.

Is this considered as regaining the gay love of youth? Sean blinked.

The two old men looked at Sean at the same time.

"Sean, the choice is up to you." Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald spread his hands: "Make your own choice. You don't need to give us an answer. After all, the old man with one foot in the grave smells of decay."

Sean laughed dryly: "I understand."

There was silence for a moment, and the two old men seemed to be still digesting the argument they had just had. It wasn't until Nagini spit out the letter again that they remembered that there were other things to do.

Dumbledore carefully checked Nagini to make sure that no second or third remnant soul would come out, and then waved to Sean.

"Try again, kid, I will protect you." He emphasized the word 'protect'.

Grindelwald sat back on the chair and said casually: "Albus, do you really think there are double gifts? Besides, shouldn't we set up a Riddle Protection Association?"

Dumbledore ignored him and looked at Sean.

Having had this experience, Sean didn't know whether he should be cautious or expectant. He shrugged and stood in front of Nagini.

No accidents happened this time, and Nagini was not attracted to Sean and still twisted her thick body angrily.

Sean saw joy flashing in Dumbledore's eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Professor, is this?"

"Thank you for your help, Sean," Dumbledore stood up straight, "Nagini's performance is what I want to see."

He explained: "Nagini is not a python. Her body is human, but she has been cursed, a curse that goes deep into her blood."

"I have no way of knowing who invented the blood curse, but this curse is extremely vicious," Dumbledore's voice became a little deeper. "A person who is affected by the blood curse will change back and forth between humans and animals.

But in the end, he will inevitably turn into an animal forever.

"At that time, the animal's wild nature will completely suppress humanity, and her memory as a human will gradually disappear."