The time was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester. In the past few months, Harry had casually dealt with dueling competitions, beaten seven or eight very talented children to tears, and watched those little ones cry in front of him. Harry swirled a bottle of vodka on the spot.
The fountain of life won in the hunting competition had been wiped out by the disaster. The water of life ordered from Aya was carried away by Hagrid along with the container, without even leaving a bottle for Harry. This was not because Hagrid was stingy. But because the newly born Soviet iron-belly fire dragon Tibbers, after drinking the first bottle of 99-degree water of life, Hagrid thought that this stuff was just for men to drink, and Tibbers was his default choice. A pure manly dragon must drink the strongest wine.
It is normal to feed fire dragons with wine. These big guys like to drink. Occasional fire dragon attacks often occur in Muggle breweries. Wild fire dragons have no place to drink, so they go to Muggles to get some more. It's normal. They don't know what the law is. Anyway, if there are wizards to wipe their butts, the worst they can do is to get a beating, and some loot like dragon scales will be exploded as compensation. Without dozens of elite Aurors surrounding them, they really can't attack them easily. Kill a large adult fire dragon.
Hogwarts has changed a lot recently, especially the Quidditch game. Although being killed by Harry is a fact that everyone recognizes, compared to the miserable XXXX:0, the battle group has been well trained. The members performed very well, and the most hard-working one was the Gryffindor team led by Wood, who had been able to score thirty points in Harry's hands!
Although this is still the result of being released into the sea, it is already exciting enough.
At Hogwarts, the rule that non-warrior members are not qualified to play Quidditch was also unanimously recognized at the end of this year's school year. After watching today's exciting and super confrontational games, the previous play-offs Home is simply uninteresting.
The military-style training that started at 5:30 every morning cultivated their organization. The nutritious meals customized by the house elves and the potions brewed by Harry gave them strong bodies. They recited the chapter code every day and resolutely In their hearts, everything was moving steadily in the direction Harry wanted.
He even bought a Quidditch team that had been going downhill in recent years. After all, many of the team members were already sixth- and seventh-year students and were about to graduate. But Harry would not just let it go. After leaving Hogwarts, they will join the team and continue to receive corresponding training. The monthly salary of only one hundred galleons is only a drop in the bucket for Harry, but it is a drop in the bucket for most wizards who are not from the family. It is said that this is a generous salary, and ordinary employees who have just joined the Ministry of Magic can't make half of this money.
Maybe the Potter family's savings couldn't withstand such a disaster, but as the second generation of the King of the Forbidden Forest, Harry had plenty of ways to make money. The purple horn he picked up casually was handled by Snape. It turned into a potion with a price of 130,000 Galleons. Although he could only sell it slowly in order to stabilize the price, Harry could pat his chest and say: He will not be short of money in the future.
Although everything was going very well, there was one thing that Harry didn't know much about.
Just like that mysterious senior Hufflepuff.
The centaurs didn't know who that senior was. They only knew that the extinction of the poachers in the Forbidden Forest occurred in just two or three years at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. At that time, the reputation of Hogwarts' Dark Forest was Yuanyang, everyone knows that this is a poacher's grave. A rough estimate is that at least 18,000 poachers from all over the world have been swallowed up by this dark forest. Even though they are all a group of brave people who are not afraid of death and seek wealth. They were desperate guys, but this sharp butcher knife still made their hearts tremble, killing them so much that they no longer dared to touch this man-eating forest.
This group of desperadoes who were able to hunt unicorns for money, even if they were cursed and died miserably, were all afraid of being killed. One can imagine the tragic situation in the Forbidden Forest at that time.
Rivers of blood are not enough to describe the scene at that time. The horse people also trembled after the butcher knife was waved. At that time, the horse people were still scattered small tribes. They did not have the scale of unity they have today. It was also because of the mysterious butcher, the horse people. Talent made up their minds and joined the group, and Hagrid was the inducement, not the cause, of the centaurs' unity.
It was really difficult to find this low-key and humble senior, but Harry could not give up looking for him. The magic that could only be used using ancient magic aroused Harry's greed.
Harry, who had memorized those words by heart, could not use any power no matter how hard he tried. However, the magic power in his body was rippled by those spells, which also told Harry that he just didn't find it. It's just the correct way to use it, not that he can't use it.
Harry, who hasn't figured out all this yet, seems to be busy forgetting something. Ancient magic has greatly touched him. It is precisely because of this extraordinary power that he can control that he has forgotten the agreement he made with Grindelwald. The Philosopher's Stone, which he once regarded as a must-have, seemed to be inferior to the ancient magic within his reach.
Harry forgot, but Grindelwald hasn't forgotten yet.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
"Professor, why did you call me here?"
Harry knocked on the door of Grindelwald's office. The speechless man had a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"Harry, do you really want to continue to escape your destined fate?"
"Oh! You mean the magic stone?"
"Ah ha ha ha." Harry laughed awkwardly while scratching his hair, "I forgot. I have a lot of things to do now. I only sleep for four hours every day. This time passes in a blink of an eye. ”
"There is no struggle or anything like that. What you said is so miraculous. I must believe your prediction, right?"
Harry, who had no consciousness at all, said with a smile. In his heart, he was really looking forward to seeing how this prophecy would make him take the initiative to find the sure-win ending if he didn't find the Sorcerer's Stone.
"I'll just treat what you said as true." Grindelwald shrugged, "But I need to remind you that whether it is conscious resistance or unconscious ignorance, when necessary, the thread of fate will definitely Let me hold your head."
"As a fortune teller, I helped you choose the loosest route. As long as you follow this route, things will be completed safely. But you have obviously forgotten to actively search for this approach in the past few months. It’s likely to cost you more than you need.”
"What's the price?" Harry heard something wrong in Grindelwald's words.
"I don't know either."
Grindelwald spread his palms, "Isn't the most fascinating thing about the future the unknown with infinite possibilities? Even if it is an anchored and determined destiny, its ending will change due to the choice of the actor. .”
"The ending I saw was a river of blood, but I don't know whether the blood flowing is yours or that guy's."
Harry was silent for a moment. Grindelwald's prophecy did not anchor that he would be the final winner, so he would be the one who might lose the game. The prophecy revealed the bloody result, and anyone could be the winner. No matter who wins or loses, it will not affect the final outcome.
"Don't let fate forcefully twist your head at the last moment. Humans are not owls. Even if you don't die if your neck is forcibly twisted, it will be extremely painful."
"As for what you are doing now, I think going in the opposite direction is an appropriate description. Can your neck be twisted 180 degrees without any damage?"
Grindelwald naturally didn't want to see Harry end up burping. Because of this, he, who always chose to have fun, would issue a warning to Harry before the final time limit came.
In his eyes, Harry is a little wizard. Even if he has considerable talents and talents, he is still a scum with a combat power of five. And Voldemort, even if this guy is a remnant soul, even if he is a little bastard, as a former black man The Demon King, his combat power can be deducted by at least six.
Negligence could prove fatal, at least for Harry.
"I see."
After being advised to eat enough, Harry listened to Grindelwald's words. After all, the professor was not harming him, but helping him, and he needed to appreciate it.
"I'm going to get ready now, I hope it's not too late."
"I have to take the exam tomorrow, how about I go get it done tonight?"
"As you wish." Grindelwald waved his hands indifferently, and then showed an amiable smile.
"After all, I just want to see blood flowing like a river, and you can do whatever you want with the rest."
"Of course, it would be better if you didn't die."
"Hehehehe~ Go ahead and have some fun, little guy."
Grindelwald's extremely evil smile seems to reveal the evil nature of his dark wizard. This evil smile is really not easy to learn.
"Jiejiejiejiejie~" The little devil who refused to admit defeat also let out a sinister laugh, "When I learn that trick, Satan will have me tattooed on his back."
"I will never die in this wave."
A stunned Grindelwald looked at Harry, who seemed to be filled with lifelessness, and turned around and left the office.
“Good guy”
Our great dark wizard Grindelwald smacked his lips, "Today's young people."
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One more chapter to go!
But it was almost half past one. In order not to become a mature and strong person so early, I chose not to stay up late.
I’ll make up for it at work tomorrow~
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Come on, get up early tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
