Chapter 967 Grindelwald

Don't alert others?

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

"This is Hogwarts, and professors have the right to know who has entered the castle gate without permission, even if you are a friend of Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh?" Grindelwald didn't seem to expect Kyle to say that, and looked at him strangely.

After all, Kyle was not like this when he was in Nurmengard.

"It seems that this castle has given you a lot of courage, or do you think you are invincible after defeating that little guy named Tom?"

"I've never thought about it that way." Kyle shrugged, "But there's one thing to say, even though your name is Tom Riddle, you may not be able to beat him."

"Do you think so?" Grindelwald laughed, but did not deny this statement, "Maybe you are right, but I have always believed that pursuing the ultimate power will only produce more. Lots of flaws.

"So, if it were me, I would definitely be able to solve that problem faster than Albus -" - Voldemort. "

Kyle also did not deny his words, because Dumbledore needed to consider law and morality when doing things, but Grindelwald did not.

So he must be more efficient than Dumbledore.

"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore's." Kyle asked, "Isn't he with you?"

"No, I thought he was back at Hogwarts." Grindelwald said, his tone becoming a little irritable.

At this moment, the tip of Kyle's low-hanging wand suddenly lit up.

A dazzling light flashed, and Grindelwald subconsciously turned his head and raised his hand to block his eyes.

When he moved his hand, Kyle could move his arm.

"The spell is gone!"

"Collapse!"

The spells of both of them were completed at the same time, even Grindelwald was one step faster.

As soon as Kyle's disarming spell left the wand, it turned into a red spark and dispersed in mid-air.

"The intention is too obvious." Grindelwald played with the wand in his hand.

Not Snape's, but a black wand that Kyle had seen Dumbledore hold.

"Are you sure you want to start a war with me here?" Grindelwald looked at a few students who had just come out of the auditorium not far away with interest, "Of course, I don't mind."

"How could it be possible?" Kyle also saw those students. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened just now. I suddenly couldn't move my arm. When I was nervous, my wand went off."

"Fire accident——" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. "It happened to be a coma spell, but the target is me?'

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Kyle said seriously, "It was so bright just now, how could I find your location so accurately."

"Ha--" Grindelwald suddenly laughed, "If I accidentally misfired at that moment, would you forgive me?"

"Of course, then it's even." Kyle said without thinking.

Grindelwald smiled even wider.

But then he suddenly discovered something and flicked his finger.

A little green thing screamed and flew out.

"The Bowtruckle?" Grindelwald frowned, "What a disgusting magical animal."

"Maybe he ran here from the Forbidden Forest." Kyle caught the Bowtruckle casually, stuffed it back into his robe pocket and took a step forward.

"This place is very close to the Forbidden Forest. There are always some Bowtruckles, fairies and other little guys getting lost in the castle. We are all used to it."

"Really?" Grindelwald looked at Kyle, "I thought you raised it.

"I remember that one named Scamander liked to keep these bugs very much."

"Yes, Newt likes Bowtruckles, but you know, I prefer those beasts with fangs and claws, such as cat leopards and poisonous leopards."

"Oh, and there are fire dragons." Kyle continued, "I have six fire dragons. Do you want to go and see them?"

"No, I'm not interested in magical animals." Grindelwald said, not continuing the topic.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

In the pocket of his robe, Bowtruckle also breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't you want to visit Hogwarts? How about I take you there? I'm very familiar with this place."

"That would be great," Grindelwald said, then turned and left.

Kyle quickly followed.

After the two left, a Bowtruckle came bounding over and picked up a light yellow bone needle on the ground.

This thing had been stepped on by Kyle just now, and it was too small, so Grindelwald didn't see it.

On the other side, Grindelwald, who walked to the door of the auditorium, had no intention of going in. He paused and walked straight over.

"You seemed very nervous just now." He looked at Kyle with a half-smile, "Why, are you afraid that I will kill those students?"

"How could it be? There is no such thing." Kyle shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore's friends would not do such a thing."

The name Dumbledore is particularly clear.

"You don't need to hint at me in such a vulgar way."

Grindelwald sneered, "You attacked me just now, but I didn't fight back. This already shows my sincerity."

"I'm really just here to take a look this time, of course, provided no one comes to disturb me."

"Don't worry, our students and professors at Hogwarts have always been very hospitable to our guests." Kyle assured.

The two of them continued walking upstairs.

Just like what Grindelwald said just now, he seems to have really come to visit and is very curious about everything here.

Especially the huge stone statues.

The statues were largely damaged during the war against Voldemort.

Now these are put together by professors using the parts they can find, and the gaps left after the splicing can still be clearly seen on them.

"What do you think of Bidrmstrang here?" Kyle couldn't stand the weird atmosphere and asked proactively.

Grindelwald couldn't help but turn his head.

This man——should I say he is brave?

He has never hidden his experience of being expelled, but no one has ever taken the initiative to mention magic schools or Durmstrang in front of him.

Even Dumbledore hadn't mentioned it, and Kyle was the first to ask him about it from school.

Angry?

Not really.

If Grindelwald cared about this, he would have fought back to Durmstrang long ago - just like Voldemort insisted on breaking through Hogwarts.

But in fact, he never targeted Durmstrang once. Instead, it was Durmstrang who praised this student who had been expelled by them.

"Just like that." Grindelwald glanced at the portrait on the wall, "In Durmstrang, in less than three days, this kind of thing will become the best prop for students to experiment with dark magic."

In the portrait, an old wizard in jeans was unhappy and ran to the frame angrily.

"You just said black magic, right? Stop right there, you guy who violates school rules-"

Grindelwald waved his hand, and the noise immediately disappeared.

"But let me tell you." Grindelwald didn't care and continued walking forward, "I still prefer Durmstrang."

"Why?"

"Because it's more like a school for training wizards than a playground?" Grindelwald looked at a few students running past them and curled his lips in disdain.

Kyle pursed his lips.

When the junior students ran over just now, he broke into a cold sweat, but in order not to irritate Grindelwald, he couldn't do anything, including reporting to Professor McGonagall.

Fortunately, he also had a trump card. Kyle glanced at his wrist————

If used well, he should be able to threaten Grindelwald to a certain extent.

It's just that this trump card is a bit risky, and Kyle doesn't want to use it if possible.

The two came to the second floor again.

Because tomorrow is the exam, the library is already full of people at this time.

Grindelwald paused at the door of the library.

"It's nice here. There are so many people at night," he said. "In Durmstrang, few people want to go to the library, but the spell practice field is always in short supply."

Kyle felt a little guilty and didn't answer.

It can’t be said that there are so many people reviewing in the library because of the exam tomorrow -"·

There is no way to tell.

"Kyle, professor?"

Hermione walked out of the library, holding a thick book in her arms.

She didn't look at Kyle at first glance, but looked at Grindelwald beside her, slightly stunned.

In fact, she was not the only one, there were several witches around who were also looking at Grindelwald. The administrator, Mrs. Pince, almost poked a little wizard next to her with a feather duster in the face.

Kyle had to admit that even though Grindelwald was over a hundred years old, he was still very attractive after he shaved off his messy hair and beard and put on a clean robe.

"Kyle——No, Professor, who is he?" Hermione was the first to react and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, he is a friend of mine."

"Oh." Hermione nodded suddenly.

I have long heard that Kyle has many pen pals, and now it seems that it is indeed the case. This old wizard is quite old at first glance, and he must be a famous wizard in some field.

Hermione thought to herself, but didn't pay much attention.

She is now focused on tomorrow's exam. Even if Voldemort comes back again, it will not stop her from preparing for the exam.

Unfortunately, the library was about to close, so she had to go back to the common room to read.

"Goodbye, Professor."

After saying that, Hermione walked past the two of them.

"Goodbye." Kyle said. He quickly thought of something and said hurriedly: "Remember to drink a cup of hot cocoa before reviewing."

"Hot cocoa?" Hermione stopped and looked back at Kyle.

"Why?"

"A little trick to deepen your memory is very useful." Kyle said.

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione's eyes lit up.

Although she had never heard of this little trick, thinking about Kyle's exaggerated achievements, she chose to believe it without any hesitation.

Besides, it's just a cup of hot cocoa, so it doesn't matter if it doesn't work.

"Your friend?" Grindelwald asked curiously after Hermione left.

"That's right." Kyle nodded, "The two people you saw just now prepared their Dreamless Sleeping Potion for her."

Grindelwald briefly recalled it, then lost interest.

"I want to visit the principal's office."

"impossible."

"Um?"

"I mean, you will definitely be discovered." Kyle said, "Those portraits are also in the principal's office. The students may not be able to recognize who you are, but those portraits will certainly be able to.'

"So what, I don't care if they recognize me."

"Are you sure?" Kyle looked at him,

, "As we all know, Professor Dumbledore received the First Class Medal because he defeated Grindelwald.

"Now that Grindel has escaped intact, what do you think other people will think of Professor Dumbledore? Will they think he is a--a liar?"

"I promise, they don't dare, and no one dares!" Grindelwald said coldly, the raging magic power spread out in all directions, and there were suddenly a few cracks on the guardrail closest to him.

"You can stop them from talking, but you can't control their thoughts." Kyle had a silver shield in front of him, flashing.

"The more you try to control them, the more people will resent Dumbledore—for not killing you in the first place."

"Shut up!" Grindelwald waved his hand violently.

The floor rolled like a wave toward Kyle, then crashed hard against the shield in front of him.

The floor and shield exploded at the same time, making a violent sound.

At the same time, Kyle waved his wand.

"Close your ears and listen!"

The roar spread and turned into a very light buzzing sound, which did not arouse anyone's thoughts.

Kyle looked at Grindelwald, "You should know that I didn't lie."

"I said, shut up!" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, "Although I promised Albus that I would not attack anyone in Hogwarts,

But he's not here right now. "

Kyle pursed his lips tightly.

"Very good." Grindelwald said, "Now, take me to the principal's office."

"You - okay." Kyle said nothing more this time and took the initiative to lead Grindelwald to the eighth floor.

It's better to go to the principal's office, at least there are no students there.

The two came to the eighth floor.

Professor McGonagall did not change the password, and Kyle and Grindelwald easily passed the gargoyle at the door.

"I can go by myself," Grindelwald said.

"That's not possible." Kyle shook his head, "There are a lot of good things in the principal's office. What if you take away one or two of them? I can't explain it."

"Do you think I can steal things?" Grindelwald looked at Kyle and almost laughed out of anger.

"Yes." Kyle nodded without any hesitation.

If Grindelwald wanted to go anywhere else, he didn't have to follow him, except the principal's office.

Not to mention anything else, at least the portrait of Dumbledore is probably lost, as well as the woolen socks and woolen gloves that Dumbledore once knitted by himself, the Mirror of Erised in the corner, the pensieve and Dumbledore in the cabinet. memory.

There were too many things, and he really didn't believe that Grindelwald could not be moved.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Grindelwald was the first to lose his nerve.

"I repeat, I won't take anything in it!"

"Yeah, I don't believe it!"