I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 56 Destroy Dumbledore's Tyranny! The World Belongs to Grindelwald!

"He's probably afraid you'll ask him why Dumbledore likes him so much," Owen said, spreading his hands helplessly.

Not everyone can be cheerful when facing Grindelwald.

That pressure—is invisible.

Of course, it's more likely that Newt simply doesn't want to get involved in the couple's schemes anymore.

He's rather slow-witted; he can't outsmart them.

"Oh~ So who is Dumbledore's favorite wizard now?" Grindelwald suddenly asked in a short, inexplicable tone.

"That's for sure—"

"Harry Potter!" Owen turned and pointed, "Zoesta!"

Harry had by then recovered from his initial confusion.

Gripping his wand tightly, he stared nervously ahead, and when he saw Owen turn around to look at him, he instinctively waved in response.

"Hmm, what a polite child!" Owen's lips twitched, and he almost stopped breathing.

"Him?" Grandpa glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care about it.

"By the way, Grandpa, how did you manage to get here?" Owen changed the subject, trying to get Harry involved. "I remember Hogwarts is full of anti-Apparition Charms!"

Owen absolutely refused to believe that Grindelwald would know all the secret passages to Hogwarts like George and Fred did.

How could I, the first Demon King, possibly take a secret passage to such a shameful place?

Besides, he doesn't seem to have ever been to Hogwarts, so how could he possibly know these things?

Irving was secretly wondering to himself.

But then he suddenly realized something was wrong! His grandfather had been out there wandering for years. If he wanted to meet Dumbledore in secret, it was still possible for him to sneak into Hogwarts through a secret passage!

hiss--

On a night with a bright, clear moon.

Grandpa and Grandma strolled along the shore of Black Lake.

Perhaps they'll also talk about the silly things they did in Godric's Valley back then.

And the various adventures they experienced while briefly fighting side by side.

The path, overgrown with weeds, was filled with the hearty laughter of the two.

And even the gentle breeze becomes romantic.

—It carried sorrow, blowing through their hair.

At a certain moment, they intertwine, like a lingering dream; once you're trapped, you can never escape.

Yo-yo~~~

It's hit!

I've already done it, you can do whatever you want.

"Hmph." Grindelwald glanced at Owen, whose pupils were already dilated and who seemed to be thinking about something, and a loving smile appeared on his usually cold face.

Then, he patted his head.

"I think you probably guessed it," he said.

"You guessed it?" Owen, coming back to his senses, paused slightly and started fixing his hair again.

Things are in chaos again.

While scratching his head and recalling carefully, an idea suddenly struck him, and he remembered the box that was still intact under Avada.

"It's a door key!"

Sure enough, that box was the key to the door!

Wait a minute—something's not right!

"How did you manage to arrive so promptly?"

This isn't a novel; there's no way the protagonist would be in dire straits and have an old person come to his rescue at the last minute.

unless

By the way, which Boggart was it?

His grandfather must have cast some kind of warning spell on that Boggart.

He can sense it as soon as it dies.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, nothing will happen. Apart from the professor, few junior wizards have the ability to kill a Boggart.

Wow even!

What a brilliant idea!

He wouldn't believe it if his grandfather hadn't used a Boggart to scare other wizards at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry back then.

Wait a minute—doesn't that mean...?

"Actually, you arrived a while ago and were just hiding in the shadows?" He stared at his grandfather with his gray eyes, somewhat displeased.

Damn! How did you end up learning bad habits from Dumbledore?

Is it really that comfortable to spy on someone in secret?

"I want to see how much you've grown over the years." Grindelwald gazed into Owen's grey eyes, those jewel-like eyes, which instantly pulled him back to the past.

"Hmm—not bad," he said. "You're quite eloquent."

"Hehe, not at all, it's all thanks to Grandpa's excellent teaching."

Hey! This isn't just Irving flattering you. Back in the day, Grindelwald almost managed to win the chairmanship of the federation with his silver tongue.

All I did was angrily criticize Voldemort a few times, and I've already regressed, regressed.

The younger generation is not as good as the older generation.

"Oh"

As they spoke, the two oddballs, one big and one small, seemed to be cut from the same mold.

Even the arrogant look in their eyes is inherited from the same breed.

all laughed.

"Enough!" On the other end, the true Dark Lord, the most evil dark wizard in history, the bald clown, the parasite living on others, Tom Voldemort Riddle, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He waved his wand wildly.

A series of spells were cast upon Grindelwald.

"Perhaps I've been dormant for too long; it seems that wizards today have forgotten the terror that once belonged to the Dark Lord!"

She saw that her curse was broken by the man in front of her in just a few moves.

Mr. Riddle's face darkened further, and he was engulfed in an almost morbid rage.

His scarlet eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

OK!

We're about to enter the second phase.

Irving silently repeated to himself.

Then his grandfather waved his hand to shield him behind him, and they went against the current of Voldemort's curse.

"Go Grandpa! (°°)!!!" Owen shouted loudly as he was pushed aside.

Behind him, the group of young wizards slowly recovered from their initial amazement at the cool old man.

"Wow, so cool!" Hannah retrieved Owen's wand from somewhere and cautiously approached.

His eyes were filled with admiration for a man whose movements were sharp, whose trench coat whistled as he danced, whose face held a mocking expression, and whose even his fighting was a sight to behold.

"Of course, that's my maternal grandfather."

"Does my grandfather know this?!"

Owen took the wand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Like a child who has received a treasure, showing it off everywhere.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he transformed the pebbles at his feet into a large chess piece.

The black banners were embroidered with the symbol of the silver Trinity.

"Destroy Dumbledore's tyranny! The world belongs to Grindelwald! Ah—bah, destroy that bastard Voldemort! The Dark Lord belongs only to me, the great Emperor Grindelwald!!!"

Irving waved the flag high in his hand, his screams never ceasing.

"Long live Grandpa! Grandpa L('ω')┘Three└('ω') is the strongest!"

"Long live the great Grindelwald! L('ω')┘三└('ω')"

"Ah~~" he screamed like a little fangirl.

"Emperor Ge, Emperor Ge!"

"He looked at me, looked at me, ah, I'm dead."

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There might be something that will sadden Professor Dumbledore.

That's Kyrie Irving.

From the very beginning, he was Grindelwald's man through and through.

Why don't I have magic?!

If I had magic, I could turn today into yesterday.