Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Young man?" The smile on Grindelwald's face didn't know whether it was kind or malicious, "A young man like Newt Scamander?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

"Newt is no longer young. The last time I went to see him, his grandchildren were already old enough to go to school."

"However, the young man I'm talking about is no worse than Newt. He is even better in some aspects."

Grindelwald stared at him.

"I rarely hear you comparing two students. It seems that this young man is really outstanding."

Dumbledore said seriously.

"Voldemort has produced six Horcruxes. So far, this young man has found two of them and destroyed them. And just six months ago, he almost killed the person who just used him. Voldemort resurrected by blood."

The smile on Grindelwald's face faded and he said calmly.

"It sounds like he is indeed worthy of you calling him excellent."

"You should remember that last time I came to you, in addition to wanting to know from you how Voldemort was resurrected, I also asked you about your views on the prophecy about the savior." Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald's face was full of disdain.

"Of course I still remember the prophecy you heard from the divination class professor you recruited. What is that woman's name?"

"Sybill Trelawney."

"Ah, yes, the Trelawney family, the descendants of Cassandra Trelawney, the famous fortune teller, but so what?" Grindelwald said calmly, "I have always said, Abu Si, don’t take this thing so seriously, I am a prophet myself, and in the family of the divination professor you recruited, my status is equivalent to that of her most famous ancestor.”

"So, no one knows better than me what kind of magic the so-called prophecy is. When outsiders have even a little trust in a prophecy, the future that may have only a chance of happening will become a given. . The more you try to change your destiny and destroy the behavior destined in the prophecy, the closer you will be to the final result of the prophecy."

"It's like the story of Oedipus King in Muggle mythology."

When he was young, Grindelwald always believed that wizards' biggest enemies in the future must be Muggles. The biggest difference from Voldemort was that he didn't actually have much discrimination against Muggles. He felt fear at the future image of bombs.

He knew very well that Muggles would be able to control power a hundred times more terrifying than wizards in the future, so he wanted to complete wizards' rule over Muggles before Muggles could completely control that power.

The more you pay attention to your enemies, the better you will understand them. Grindelwald has read many books written by Muggles and has a deep understanding of the customs, customs and mythological background of the European continent.

Oedipus Rex is a story in Greek mythology about a man who killed his father and married his mother.

The origin of the story is that the king believed a prophecy that his son would kill him and marry his biological mother. This frightened the king so much that he asked his servants to take the child away and throw him in the wild to starve to death.

But after many twists and turns, the child named Oedipus not only did not die, but actually killed his biological father without knowing it, married his biological mother and became the new king.

In the end, he learned the truth. His mother, who had become his wife, hanged herself. Unable to accept the reality, Oedipus blinded himself and chose self-exile.

Of course, Dumbledore had heard of this story. The old king was a typical case of someone who believed the prophecy and wanted to resist it, but in the end, the prophecy came true.

And what Voldemort has done to Harry so far is so similar to the old king in the story.

What Grindelwald said is basically equivalent to determining Voldemort's final outcome.

"That's why I always tell you, Albus, don't take prophecies too seriously, especially when you hear prophecies about yourself." Grindelwald said softly.

Dumbledore smiled freely.

"To be honest, I had already begun to believe the prophecy the night Voldemort killed the Potters, but three years ago, I saw the young man's performance, and I doubted the prophecy. Later, the more he did, the more I began to think that there would be a savior. Do you know what that young man said to me?

Grindelwald squinted at Dumbledore.

"You look like you're showing off."

Dumbledore asked himself the question without caring.

"He said, 'Professor, I have never felt that what we are doing now is bound to succeed, but what I know is that what Voldemort wants, will definitely fail. No one is indispensable in this world. , if we fail, there will definitely be another us in the future, because we are definitely not the only ones who would think of resisting, and we are definitely not the only ones who want to maintain the justice in our hearts. What we have to do is to do it now. Well, we don’t rely on prophecies or fate, we only rely on ourselves.’”

Grindelwald seemed unfazed by this, while Dumbledore blinked.

"What he said was great, wasn't it?"

"The scene talk just sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore relaxed back in his chair and said lightly.

"You know, what he said was not just for the occasion. He did everything he said. Just an hour ago, we found Voldemort's last unknown Horcrux, and I am already ready for the next step. Geller special."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and he heard a different breath from Dumbledore's words.

"What have you prepared?"

"I'm old enough." Dumbledore's voice was calm. "No matter how the world will judge my merits and demerits in the future, I am already over a hundred years old. I have experienced enough in my life, and it is wonderful. , but it’s really time to reach the end.”

Grindelwald's face was a little dark, and his tone made it clear that he was in a bad mood.

"Are you ready to die?"

Dumbledore shrugged.

"Oh, you are overthinking it. What I mean is that I am ready to retire from all my current positions and live quietly in retirement."

The darkness on Grindelwald's face did not dissipate at all, but became even darker.

"You are playing with me!"

Dumbledore was still minding his own business.

"How about you help me find a room next to you to retire in? You don't plan to go out anyway."

"roll!"

...

Sherlock was sitting on a chair, holding the Gaunt ring inlaid with the Resurrection Stone in his hand. After three days of study, he could now clearly feel the curse attached to the ring.

This kind of black magic is very powerful, as secretive and cunning as a poisonous snake.

Now it seems that he has no problem holding the ring in his hand without protection, but as long as he wants to destroy the ring from the outside or wear it on his finger, the black magic on the ring will Activate, affecting his whole body as quickly as possible.

However, the method used by Sherlock does not require destroying the ring itself or wearing it on the hand. It can be very effective and harmless to directly suck out the remnant soul of Voldemort stolen from the ring.

But Sherlock did not do so immediately. After playing with the ring for a while, he put it directly into his pocket without making any move towards the remnant soul of Voldemort inside.

Counting the time, there were still about ten minutes before class. Sherlock walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with his textbooks and materials needed for class.

Today's class is a joint class for fifth-year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Because the fifth-year class is the year where the General Wizarding Examination will be taken at the end of the semester, Harry's classwork is not easy. Don't dare to slack off at all.

Harry and Ron sat together, taking notes carefully and talking quietly.

"You really don't want to go find Professor Forrester after class and ask him what he took Malfoy to do over the weekend?" Ron said.

Harry gave a negative reply: "No! Why should I ask? Just say that I am just curious. Besides, if Professor Forrest really wants to use Malfoy as a bridge to learn more from him His father is hiding. Do you think he will tell us about the mysterious man's information? "

The quill in Ron's hand that had been writing letters paused for a moment, and he was obviously thinking about this issue seriously.

"Probably not? Hey, Hermione, don't kick my stool."

"Don't use questions, use affirmative sentences. Professor Forrester will definitely not tell us what plans the Order of the Phoenix is ​​planning now. Instead of us asking him, you might as well let George and the others get the information from Mr. Weasley." of ease.”

"Prying out any information from Mr. Weasley?"

A third calm voice suddenly broke into the conversation between them. Both Harry and Ron shivered involuntarily, and Harry explained with a pale face.

"It's nothing, Professor, we were just chatting casually, just talking nonsense.

Hermione, who was sitting behind them, covered her face, despairing of these two hopeless idiots.

Sherlock looked at the two students in his class who were openly "plotting" to investigate the Order of the Phoenix's plan, and another doubt arose in his mind.

So how did Harry defeat Voldemort in the end?

There must be no answer to his doubt, unless there will be a Muggle named Rowling in this world who writes a series of books called "Harry Potter".

"You can chat at any time, but I don't think this should happen in class?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "The homework you two have after class today is five inches more than the others. Also, don't do it again." Let me see that there is some overlap with Hermione, otherwise I will punish you by rewriting the parchment in twice the size."

Harry and Ron lowered their heads in frustration.

Sherlock has always disliked using deductions as punishment in his classroom. He has always emphasized that he must be responsible for the mistakes he has made, so giving more homework to students who have made mistakes is what he always likes to do. means.

Some students objected that writing more homework involuntarily would not gain them more knowledge.

At that time, Sherlock would calmly tell him that punishment is punishment. There is actually no essential difference between punishing them to write more homework and being put in solitary confinement. It is just different in the method, so there is no hope that they can write more What did you learn from your homework?

Harry and Ron admitted their defeat honestly, finished the defense lesson honestly, and then walked out of the classroom with Hermione.

"I've made it obvious, but you still notice everything," Hermione said, feeling very angry at their stupidity. "Some people even accused me of kicking his stool."

Ron had long been accustomed to Hermione's scoldings, and he said without blushing or heartbeat.

"I'm already in a bad mood after being punished with homework by Professor Forrester. Hermione, please don't make our mood worse. Where should we go next? Back to the Gryffindor common room?"

Harry didn't want to go back to the common room. For his nearly five years of studying at Hogwarts, this semester could be said to be peaceful or boring.

"How about we go find Hagrid? We haven't seen him for a long time. He took two months' leave at the beginning of this semester. Even the Care of Magical Creatures class was temporarily given to other professors. Yesterday I I saw him in the auditorium, which means he just came back in the past few days. "

Ron looked a little surprised.

"Hagrid has come back, so of course we should go and see him. Maybe we can also find out from him what he has been doing in the past two months. You know, he has never been strict in his tone."

Hermione looked at Ron as if he hadn't learned a lesson at all, and her eyebrows raised involuntarily, but she really wanted to go see Hagrid. They hadn't seen Hagrid for a long time.

Located close to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut is still the same as when they first saw it, but compared to a few years ago, the vegetable patch in front of the fence has been abandoned. It seems that he doesn't have much time now. Take care of this place.

Hagrid seemed very happy to see Harry and the others arriving. He poured each of them a cup of hot tea and then brought out a plate of biscuits.

"You are here just in time. This is the rock cake I just baked this morning. Come and try it."

Seeing the "snacks" he brought out, Harry and the others had expressions of embarrassment on their faces, but they still stretched out their hands to take the biscuits from the plate, which were as hard as rocks, and held them in their mouths, grinding them slowly. tooth.