The Wizard of Hogwarts is Unscientific.

Chapter 60 I've only had three days off, and you already don't love me anymore?

Gellert Grindelwald!

This black wizard who once swept across Europe was actually the grand-nephew of this old lady in front of us?

You actually have such an awesome grand-nephew?

As Voldemort's predecessor as the Dark Lord, it's hard to say who was stronger between Grindelwald and Voldemort. However, in terms of sheer charisma as villains, Voldemort was far inferior to Grindelwald.

Can terrorists be compared to reformers?

What surprised Andy the most was that, according to Mrs. Bartholomew, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were very close friends when they were young.

The Chocolate Frog card clearly states that Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald in 1945.

So, these two former best friends ended up becoming enemies?

Ok…

Andy suddenly felt sorry for Voldemort.

Grindelwald's nemesis is the greatest wizard of the twentieth century—Albus Dumbledore.

And Voldemort's nemesis... a baby?

Uh… I’m a student now.

He's really in a terrible situation!

only…

After thinking about it carefully, Andy suddenly realized that this might just be an illustration of how terrifying Voldemort was.

Grindelwald was defeated, but what about Voldemort?

He was actually killed off by plot, the kind of death he had no choice but to endure.

Voldemort's terror lay not only in his immense strength, but also in his evil heart.

Voldemort cared about no one or nothing in this world except himself.

Therefore, he is very difficult to defeat.

"Madam, what happened to your grand-nephew?" Andy asked curiously.

Mrs. Bashat had only mentioned the name "Gellert" casually during the conversation, so Andy could easily pretend not to know and continue to ask questions with a nonchalant attitude.

"Him..."

Mrs. Bashat paused briefly to reminisce, "He initially came to Godric's Hollow to inquire about the Deathly Hallows. After he left, we didn't keep in touch much."

This is absolutely amazing!

Mrs. Bashat didn't seem to want to tell the rest of the story, but the mere mention of "Deathly Hallows" was enough to make Andy feel that the trip was worthwhile.

The Deathly Hallows actually exist.

It's like how Voldemort believed the prophecy because Dumbledore believed it.

Since Gellert Grindelwald had pursued clues about the Deathly Hallows, Andy naturally wouldn't believe that the Deathly Hallows were just a story in a fairy tale.

It is very likely that it actually exists.

Wait, if the Deathly Hallows really exist, what about the other stories circulating in the wizarding world?

Andy looked at Mrs. Bashat with great delight.

This guy is a true know-it-all in the magical world!

Andy quickly asked about several fairy tales that sounded absurd, wanting to know if they were true.

Unfortunately, too much time had passed, and although Mrs. Bashat knew every fairy tale in great detail, she didn't know whether they were true or not!

After all, Madame Bashat was a historian of magic, not an explorer. Although she discovered some things from the records, she never actually went looking for them.

"Madam, it's getting late, I'll head back now," Andy said, getting up.

The more Andy talked to Mrs. Bashat, the more disappointed he became.

She really is just a historian of magic!

Although she knew a lot of rumors, she didn't know whether those rumors were true or false.

Fortunately, today's harvest was good.

Andy remembered that Harry had an invisibility cloak in the Harry Potter movies.

Since Harry is the protagonist of the story, it's not unreasonable for him to have a Deathly Hallow, right?

If I have the chance in the future, I can borrow it to study it.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Bashat, Andy returned to his grandfather's house and spent the whole day playing with Isabel.

For the next few days, Andy didn't study magic; instead, he spent time with his family.

Magic is important, but life would be too boring if it consisted only of magic.

Andy knew exactly what he wanted.

until…

"Andy, get up right now! Do you want us all to wait for you on an empty stomach?" Helen's angry voice came from the living room.

"Sigh!" Andy sighed and reluctantly got out of bed.

Who was it that told me I could sleep as late as I wanted on my first day back home?

Who was it that personally brought breakfast to my house on my first day back home?

And who was it that told me to rest well and not worry about anything else on my first day back home?

Those words are still ringing in my ears, but I never imagined that you would change so much in just three days.

Doesn't your conscience hurt?

Realizing that his standing in Helen's heart was rapidly declining, Andy didn't dare to delay. He waved his wand to tidy up the house quickly and then rushed to the dining room.

For young wizards from wizarding families, they don't actually need to worry about the issue of being followed.

That thing can only determine a general casting range, but cannot accurately pinpoint a specific person.

The Ministry of Magic can detect whenever Andy waves his wand—but they can't be sure who triggered the trail.

Furthermore, the Ministry of Magic established the stalking system to prevent Muggle wizards from showing off their magic and thus exposing the wizarding world.

For young wizards from wizarding families, the law is not so strict.

It's related to Kyle; we can try to smooth things over.

After breakfast, Kyle went to work at the Ministry of Magic, while his grandmother Veronica took little Isabel to play in the village. Helen still had a few potions to brew.

Of the six people in the family, only Andy and his grandfather Norman had nothing to do.

Now that his mother's enthusiasm for him had worn off, Andy decided to take advantage of the holiday to ask his family for some magic tricks that Hogwarts wouldn't teach.

"Grandfather, can you teach me some magic?" Andy asked.

Norman, who was reading today's Daily Prophet, glanced at Andy upon hearing this and asked, "Have you learned all the magic taught at school?"

"Of course, that's easy!" Andy said.

"Yeah?"

Norman put down his newspaper upon hearing this. "Little Andy, since you're free, how about your grandfather teaches you wizard dueling? Don't let my current appearance fool you; when I was young, I was a dueling master."

You think you can fight with that kind of physique?

Although wizards only need to wave their wands, they still need to be agile and dodge magic when they actually fight.

Norman was just the right amount of fat—not slightly chubby, but adorably chubby.

Andy looked on with suspicion.

"What? You think Grandfather isn't good enough?"

Norman immediately lost his temper. "Come on, let's go to the yard and try it out. Let Grandpa teach you what a real wizard duel is all about."

Andy was somewhat excited upon hearing this.

Andy has been studying magic for several months now, and although he has mastered quite a few spells, he has never actually used them in real combat.

Although my grandfather Norman doesn't look like a master, maybe... he really is a dueling master?

(End of this chapter)