Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

No one responded to him, and then several more branches bent under the weight.

“Ronan?” Hagrid joked to dispel his unease. “There aren’t many trees in the Forbidden Forest that you’ve ruined.”

He himself didn't believe this joke, because centaurs never destroy nature.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Hagrid yanked the rope and roughly picked up Tooth with one hand. He didn't dare make a sound. His hunter's instincts told him that something had stopped behind the woods.

Right in front of him! He smelled the stench of decay... he heard the breathing of those things...

"boom!"

The bushes in front of Hagrid were suddenly parted, and when he saw the large face that was suddenly illuminated by the lantern, he froze in place, numb.

“Friedvara? Mother?” He stared at the giant before him, taking a few steps back in shock. He held the lantern above his head as he asked, “How did you get here…no…don’t tell me it’s that person…”

The giant he called 'Mother' howled at the approaching lantern, as if she had been branded with a red-hot iron, and suddenly covered her eyes and fell backward.

However, Hagrid already knew the answer in his heart:

Dumbledore also said that the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts would be very turbulent recently, and at this time, giants who did not belong to Hogwarts suddenly appeared. Even if he was stupid, he could understand what was going on.

But he just couldn't understand why his giant mother, who had abandoned him when he was three years old, would come here.

"Woof...Woof!" Ya Ya's whimper brought Hagrid back to his senses.

Unfortunately, he saw another, smaller giant who helped the pale-skinned Friedvafa to his feet and roared angrily, seemingly accusing him of unintentionally hurting his mother.

“Mom…Mom!” he heard the little giant say, supporting Friedwafa.

The giant waved its arms impatiently, and then several humanoid creatures staggered out from behind it.

Hagrid nervously moved the lantern aside, only to discover that those weren't people at all. Their skin was dry and cracked like Friedwafa's, resembling a date that had been sun-dried for a week.

'run! ’

Faced with the unknown, Hagrid had only one thought in his mind.

The creatures seemed terrified of the lantern Dumbledore had given them, which was good news. He grabbed the trembling Tooth and ran recklessly toward the castle.

He would get up again after falling down, and throw his lantern at monsters that were chasing him. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the sparks that fell into the dry branches. He only had one thought in his mind—to tell Dumbledore.

With a whoosh, as Hagrid was running, a bat knocked him to the ground with kinetic energy disproportionate to its size.

"First Blood~" The bat transformed into human form the moment it landed. Judging from its sharp teeth and smooth Animagus transformation, it was clearly a disgusting vampire.

"Shattered to pieces!"

Hagrid held up his umbrella and recited the incantation at an extremely fast pace.

Hiding a wand inside an umbrella is a sure way to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, just as no Muggle would believe that bullets can shoot out of an umbrella.

The Shattering Curse tore through the vampire's clothes, struck its chest, shattering its sternum and diaphragm. Blood exploded into a cloud of mist in the air, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

"Who's next!" Hagrid roared at the sounds that were slowly approaching from the woods.

Werewolf? Vampire? Or his giant mother, who was like a walking corpse?

Hagrid gritted his teeth, smashed the glass of the lantern with a heavy heart, and set the surrounding forest ablaze with the ever-burning flames inside. Although not as terrifying as the raging fire, it at least drove back the inhuman monsters.

“You think you can bother Dumbledore?” he roared. “I have a proper vampire hunter license!”

“Glopp!” a hoarse voice called out.

A tree trunk flew over, and Hagrid crouched down to dodge it; this was the same way the giant had responded to him earlier.

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why Friedwafa had turned into that grotesque creature, but from the giant's wailing, he could tell that the other person was very likely Friedwafa's child, Grop, who had grown up in the giant tribe.

Hagrid has a half-brother, but this brother seems to be insane.

"All petrified!"

The spell seeped into Grop's clothes, splashing faint ripples on his gray skin. This level of magic didn't even stop him from moving forward.

Hagrid spat and nimbly rolled to the side twice, dodging the giant's swinging fist amidst the flames.

Just as the legendary gamekeeper was caught in a dilemma, an arrow pierced through the falling trees and struck the giant Grop precisely in the left eye, causing him to roll wildly on the ground.

Before Hagrid could react, another arrow pinned the vampire, who had just flown through the ring of fire, to a tree trunk, where he was continuously burned by the flames clinging to it.

"Looks like I'm not too late." A strong voice rang out from behind, it was Bane who had come to check after seeing the fire.

The centaur's exclamation was the only sound that could make Hagrid laugh.

"I'm sorry for burning the Forbidden Forest." He was helped out of the center of the scorching fire by several centaurs, and the evening breeze immediately wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

“Then you can plant them back slowly later…” Bain said as he ran, turning back to shoot a few arrows.

Hagrid was so large that it took two strong horses to barely carry him across the Forbidden Forest, which was like a domino effect.

Because Dumbledore had also noticed the fire spreading in the Forbidden Forest, they saw the three headmasters standing there as soon as they reached the school gate.

“Professor Dumbledore!” Hagrid gasped. “They’re here… I saw my mother… Giants, lots of giants, and vampires… I don’t know how they got here.”

He raised his head and recounted what he had seen and heard. Throughout the entire story, Dumbledore did not show any expression of surprise, as if it were only natural.

“Headmaster, he’s here!” Hagrid emphasized again.

“I understand, thank you, Rubeus. Go and tell Argus to keep all the students hidden in the common room and not to come out for the time being,” Dumbledore said softly. “Warn them not to make any sudden movements until there is some activity at the school.”

The principal's voice always had a certain magic, slowly soothing Hagrid's anxious mind.

After he left, Dumbledore turned back to Mrs. Maxime and said, "Make him ready."

Chapter 413 The Real and Fake Albus

Lady Maxime pushed a wheelchair out of the castle, in which sat a withered old man, his skin clinging to his bones, his eyes black, but his bones and appearance were exactly the same as Dumbledore's.

After she pushed 'Dumbledore' out, she and Karkaroff walked into the castle in disappointment.

The healthy Dumbledore and the sick 'Dumbledore' looked at each other, the latter raising his right hand and using the Resurrection Stone ring on his finger to block the former's remorseful eyes.

“Ah...not thought.” “Gellert.”

Nietzsche stood in the principal's office, looking down with Hermione at the two old men standing in front of the oak door.

No one knows what Grindelwald said after he woke up, only that a few days later, lying in his hospital bed, he came up with the idea of ​​'luring Voldemort'.

If we turn back time by 72 hours, Nietzsche would still remember that day.

When Grindelwald woke up, he was no longer a human being. The torment of his illness forced him to use a wheelchair, and his soul was fragile with regret as he was constantly immersed in the hallucinations of poison. Yet, he could still laugh.

Grindelwald calmly replied, "Since your plan is to lure Voldemort into a false sense of security, no one is more suitable than me. My Transfiguration is more perfect than Polyjuice Potion."

The once invincible Dark Lord felt only a sense of relief at the loss of his own life at that moment.

"Why?" Hermione clutched the Blood Pact necklace at her chest, looking down at Grindelwald being pushed along by Dumbledore, and softly asked the question that had been bothering her.

Her voice brought Nietzsche to the surface of his memories.

“Grindelwald told me that this necklace was once proof that he and Dumbledore were broken, but now that Headmaster Dumbledore has brought him back to life, he is determined to die again…” Hermione whispered, turning her head away.

“Because—because his body and mind were both ravaged,” Nietzsche explained bluntly.

The hallucination was of Ariana, who died in the argument between Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

Grindelwald didn't want to be held accountable, so he ran away, while the young Headmaster Dumbledore knew very well that his sister had died under the protection of the Blood Pact, so he began to run away from the 'greatest interests' he had once followed.

Under the influence of the Resurrection Stone, Grindelwald became a self-aware salted meat jerky, and Dumbledore's remorse gradually made him understand the significance of Ariana.

“Perhaps for someone as great as him, becoming ‘Ariana’ was the only thing he never accomplished,” Nietzsche said in an extremely awkward way.

Hermione tilted her head. Although she didn't know anything about Dumbledore's past, she could barely make out some of the meaning.

"You mean...family?"

"More or less," Nietzsche nodded.

“But Dumbledore has already accepted him, hasn’t he?” Hermione asked, puzzled. “If it were you, I would never let you go and deliberately go to your death.”

This touched Nietzsche somewhat.

He countered, "But would Dumbledore turn Ariana into a living dead?"

Answer: No.

The current Grindelwald is like a piece of old, stale meat hanging on by a thread. The only difference between him and the Infernal from fairy tales is that he retains his sanity and magic. The Resurrection Stone won't kill him, but it certainly won't make things easy for him...

Dumbledore pushed the wheelchair onto the lawn between the castle and the Forbidden Forest, and glanced down at his wand.

"You promised me."

"Alright, Albus, I promise you I'll live until the day I die, though it won't be that long..." Grindelwald struggled to pick up the Elder Wand with his fingers.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about! I'm talking about you apologizing to Ariana!" Dumbledore gazed at the approaching darkness on the horizon, exhaling a puff of white breath with each word he spoke. Before leaving, he added, "Don't be reckless."

"Mmm, so girly..."

The principal glanced indifferently at the extinguished stars in the night sky, gripped Fox's shoulder, and returned to the principal's office in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort's army continued to advance. Nietzsche, Hermione, and the headmaster were peering out the window and could see countless tiny black dots lined up along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with the giant leading them looking rather comical.

"The leader of the giants is actually the smallest?" Nietzsche remarked.

“That’s Hagrid’s brother.” Dumbledore’s eyes flashed with anger and helplessness. “Actually, I should have sent Hagrid to warn those giant tribes, but Grindelwald’s injury and your ‘death’ forced me to shift my focus.”

The headmaster paused for a moment, then continued, "I suspect Voldemort used the same dark magic to resurrect and control Rubeus's mother, Friedeval, making Gropp the first giant to submit."

It seems the centaurs' concerns were justified. If they had told Hagrid about this earlier, the simple-minded half-giant might have come knocking on his door the very next day, wanting to claim kinship.

The air temperature had already caused frost to form on the windows due to the arrival of the Dementors. Fawkes the Phoenix landed on Nietzsche's and Hermione's left and right shoulders respectively, using his fiery feathers to block out the cold.

“I don’t have the habit of looking up.” Grindelwald’s voice, or rather Dumbledore’s voice, echoed throughout Hogwarts.

Apart from Nietzsche, Hermione, and the three headmasters, the young wizards lurking in the common room couldn't tell them apart.

"It's the Headmaster!" The little badgers pressed their ears to the ceiling, listening intently through the thick layer of mud to every sound outside. "The Headmaster is already confronting Voldemort!"

Grindelwald stared straight ahead at the growling beasts until a dark figure descended from the sky among the Dementors, breaking the stalemate.

“Dumbledore—” Voldemort took a deep breath and said arrogantly, “Where are your students? Where is your most loyal Harry Potter? They’re not here. It seems that without that Mudblood, you have no chance of winning.”

Nietzsche tapped on the windowsill as Hermione chuckled, and made a mental note of it.

It doesn't matter. Voldemort can curse whatever he wants now. Nietzsche will punish him tenfold in the future.

“If you really die, I’m afraid one of Voldemort’s schemes will succeed,” Hermione said thankfully. “At least I can’t deduce the whereabouts of the Cup based on pure-blood family trees and Voldemort’s personnel movements.”