Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Young man?" The smile on Grindelwald's face was either 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 grandsons were all of school age."

"However, the young man I'm talking about is not bad at all compared to Newt, and even better in some respects."

Grindelwald stared at him.

"It's rare to hear from you that you compare two students, so it seems that this young man is really excellent."

Dumbledore said seriously.

"Voldemort has made six Horcruxes, so far this young man has found two of them himself and destroyed them, and half a year ago, he almost killed himself just using him The blood of the resurrected Voldemort."

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

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

"You should remember that last time I came to you, in addition to wanting to learn about Voldemort's resurrection from you, I also asked you what you think about the prophecy of the savior," Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald's face was full of disdain.

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

"Sybill Trelawney."

"Ah, yes, the Trelawney family, the descendants of the famous fortune-teller Cassandra Trelawney, but so what?" Grindelwald said lightly, "I've 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 her most famous ancestor.”

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

"Like the story of the Oedipus king in Muggle mythology."

When he was young, Grindelwald always believed that the greatest enemy of wizards in the future must be Muggles. The biggest difference from Voldemort is that he actually did not discriminate against Muggles much, but from those plane cannons that flashed in front of him and He played the future picture, and he felt the fear.

He knows very well that Muggles will be able to master a power that is a hundred times more terrifying than wizards in the future, so he wants to complete the rule of wizards over Muggles before Muggles can completely control that power.

The more you value the enemy, the more you will understand the enemy. Grindelwald has read many books written by Muggles, and also has a deep understanding of the customs and mythological background of the European continent.

Oedipus the King is a story in Greek mythology about killing a father and marrying a mother.

The origin of the story is that the king listened to a prophecy that his son would kill him and marry his biological mother, which made the king extremely frightened and asked his servants to take the child away, throw him in the wild, and starve to death himself.

But after several twists and turns in the middle, the child named Oedipus not only did not die, but also killed his biological father without knowing it, and married his biological mother to become the new king.

In the end, he still knew the truth. The mother, who had become his wife, hanged himself. Oedipus couldn't accept the reality. He blinded himself and chose self-exile.

Of course, Dumbledore had heard of this story. The old king was a typical case of heeding the prophecy and wanting to resist the prophecy, but instead made the prophecy come true.

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

What Grindelwald said was basically equivalent to determining the final outcome of Voldemort.

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

Dumbledore smiled freely.

"To be honest, I had begun to believe that prophecy the night Voldemort killed the Potters, but three years ago, when I saw the performance of the young man, I questioned the prophecy once. Later, the more he did, the more I took the prophecy that a savior would appear, and had a dispensable mentality. Do you know what that young man said to me?"

Grindelwald squinted at Dumbledore.

"You look like you're showing off."

Dumbledore asked himself indifferently.

"He said 'Professor, I've never felt that what we're doing right now is bound to succeed, but what I know is that what Voldemort wants, he's bound to fail. No one in this world is indispensable. , if we fail, then there must be the next us in the future, because we are definitely not the only ones who think of resistance, and we are definitely not the only ones who want to maintain the justice in our hearts. All we have to do is to do what we have now. Well, let's not rely on prophecy or fate, we rely on ourselves.'"

Grindelwald seemed unimpressed by this, while Dumbledore blinked.

"He said it well, didn't he?"

"The scene just sounds pretty good."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair relaxedly, he said lightly.

"You know, what he said was not a scene, he did everything he said, just an hour ago, we found Voldemort's last unknown Horcrux, and then I'm ready, Geller special."

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

"What are you getting ready for?"

"I'm old enough." Dumbledore said calmly, "No matter how the world will judge my merits and demerits in the future, I am over a hundred years old, and my life has experienced enough, it is wonderful , but it’s time to come to the end.”

Grindelwald's face was a little gloomy, and his tone just sounded to let people know that he was in a bad mood.

"Are you ready for your own death?"

Dumbledore shrugged.

"Oh, you're overthinking it, I mean, I'm ready to retire from all my current positions and live a quiet retirement life."

The gloom on Grindelwald's face did not dissipate at all, but darkened even more.

"You play with me!"

Dumbledore was still talking to himself.

"How about finding a room next to you to help me retire? 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 research, he could now clearly feel the curse attached to the ring.

This black magic is strong, as secretive and cunning as a viper.

Now it seems that he has no problem holding the ring in his hands 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 Activated, affecting his entire body at the fastest speed.

However, the method used by Sherlock, without destroying the ring itself, nor wearing it on the hand, can be very effective and harmless to directly **** out the remnant soul that Voldemort stole from the ring.

But Sherlock didn't do it right away. After fiddling with the ring for a while, he put it in his pocket without doing anything to the remnant 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 the textbook and the materials to be used in the class.

Today's class is a combined class of fifth grade Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, because the end of the fifth grade semester is the grade where the general wizard rank exam is to be conducted, so Harry's classwork is not easy, and they are also in class. Don't dare to slack off.

Harry and Ron sat together, taking notes and whispering.

"You're not going to ask Professor Forrest what he did with Malfoy on the weekends after class?" Ron said.

Harry gave a negative answer: "No! For what reason do I ask? Let's just say I'm just curious, and besides, if Professor Forrest really wants to use Malfoy as a bridge to learn from him His father is in the V, and the mysterious man has information, do you think he will tell us about such a thing?"

The quill in Ron's hand, which had been writing the letters, paused, clearly thinking about it.

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

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

"What did you hear from Mr. Weasley?"

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

"It's nothing, Professor, we're just chatting and talking nonsense.

Hermione, who was sitting behind them, covered her face, desperate for these two hopeless idiots.

Sherlock looked at the two students in his class who were blatantly "conspiring" to investigate the Order of the Phoenix plan, and a doubt arose in his mind.

So how did Harry finally defeat Voldemort?

No one can give him the answer to his doubt, unless there will be a Muggle named Rowling in this world who will write a set of books called "Harry Potter" series.

"You can chat at any time, but I don't think this should be in class, right?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "The two of you have five inches more homework today than everyone else, and don't do any more. Let me see what's in there that repeats with Hermione, or I'll punish you for rewriting the parchment to double the size."

Harry and Ron bowed their heads in frustration.

Sherlock has always disliked the use of deductions as punishment in his classes. He has always emphasized that he is responsible for the mistakes he has made, so assigning more homework to the students who make mistakes is what he always likes to use. means.

Some students objected that writing more homework involuntarily did not allow them to acquire more knowledge.

At that time, Sherlock would calmly tell him that punishment is punishment. There is no essential difference between punishing them for doing more homework and being locked up, but in the way they are different, so there is no expectation that they will be able to write more. What did you learn from your homework.

Harry and Ron honestly confessed, they finished the defense class honestly, and then walked out of the classroom with Hermione.

"I've already warned you obviously, but you still notice everything," Hermione said angrily at their stupidity. "Someone even blamed me for kicking his stool."

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

"Being punished for homework by Professor Forrest is already in a bad mood, Hermione, don't make us feel worse. Where are we going next? Back to the Gryffindor lounge?"

Harry didn't want to go back to the lounge. This semester could be said to be both peaceful and boring for his nearly five years of studying at Hogwarts.

"Why don't we go to Hagrid? We haven't seen him for a long time. At the beginning of this semester, he took two months' leave, and even the magical creatures protection class was temporarily given to other professors. Yesterday I Saw him in the auditorium, which means he has just returned in the last few days."

Ron looked surprised.

"Hagrid, he's back, so of course we should go see him. Maybe we can figure out what he's been doing for the past two months, you know, his The tone has never been rigorous.”

Hermione looked at Ron as if she hadn't learned a lesson, her eyebrows raised, but she really wanted to go to Hagrid's side, they hadn't seen Hagrid for a long time.

Near the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut is still the same as when they first met, but compared to a few years ago, the vegetable field in front of the fence has been deserted, and it seems that he has not much time now. take care of here.

Seeing Harry and the others coming, Hagrid seemed delighted, poured each of them a cup of hot tea, and brought out a plate of cookies.

"You came just in time. This is the rock skin cake I just baked in the morning. Come and try it."

Seeing the "snacks" he brought out, Harry and the others all showed disgust on their faces, but they still stretched out their hands to take the biscuits whose hardness was comparable to that of rocks from the plate, and slowly grind them in their mouths. tooth.

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