I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 57 He left quietly.

Listening to Irving's strange slogans in my ears.

Grindelwald, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Voldemort, wore a slight smile.

During the years he spent with Irving, he never revealed his true identity to him.

Many things were tacitly agreed upon by the two, but they never admitted them to each other verbally.

But the child was clever. He wasn't surprised that the boy guessed his identity.

Perhaps the child recognized him a long time ago.

"Yes, that's it! Give him a surprise attack!" Owen, still yelling and shouting, once again transformed into a battlefield commander, brandishing a banner and yelling: "Beat him! Beat him with your fists! The little guy's bones are fragile; one kick and he'll be crippled!"

The young wizards, including Owen, all had rosy cheeks.

Especially those from pure-blood families: Ron, the twins, Hannah, and Malfoy (wait, what a weirdo!).

They stared in disbelief at old Tom, who was being pounded and rubbed against the ground by his grandfather in the distance.

That—that's Voldemort?

Voldemort was actually humiliated like this?

In an instant, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.

Everyone was shocked by what they saw.

From a young age, their mother taught them that if they encountered a bald, noseless wizard, they should go home as soon as possible.

Now, the reality before his eyes has completely shattered his shamanistic beliefs.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A comparison of the strength between Grindelwald and Voldemort.

This argument seems to have no end.

But if Kyrie Irving were to answer that...

He probably meant to say: Grindelwald defeated Voldemort's most feared person at the age of 16, while Voldemort spent more than 20 years failing to conquer Hogwarts (humorous).

Not only that, but in terms of looks, fashion sense, and talent, Grandpa was a wizard who could easily beat Voldemort.

Even Dumbledore couldn't match this.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so bewitched by his grandfather, would he?

Moreover, the Voldemort in front of them was already weakened and low on health.

It couldn't be easier to beat it.

You don't even need to kill him; just wearing him down will take its toll on Quirrell's body.

Three minutes into the battle, as Voldemort unleashed Fiendfire with a hateful roar, Quirrell's body began to disintegrate at a visible speed.

Like piled-up sand, it disperses as soon as it encounters water.

Just like all his Death Eaters.

"Bang!"

Grindelwald spread his arms wide, his fingers dangling over his wand, and gently waved it.

Blue and white flames rose from beneath his feet, the notes he could control at will.

As the music reached its climax, the fire dragon clashed violently with Voldemort's fire serpent.

"The most powerful dark wizard." Flames surged wildly.

The heatwave ruffled his hair, highlighting his face, which, though etched with the marks of time, still retained its defiant spirit.

Especially those deep eyes, if I had to find a word to describe them...

Then Kyrie Irving's top pick would be—charming.

"Is that all you've got?"

With his hands behind his back, he stood tall and proud before the raging flames.

Grindelwald stared coldly at the enemy before him, his tone calm.

This is a war with no suspense whatsoever.

He won.

"Boom!"

The azure fire dragon instantly spread its sky-covering wings, its enormous claws gripping Voldemort's fire serpent tightly. Then, it raised its proud head and let out a deafening roar.

Then it suddenly lowered its head, and flames burst forth.

A shocking scene unfolded: the blue flames actually penetrated into the core of the red flames.

The snake's belly.

Then, it suddenly detonated.

With a loud "bang," flames exploded.

The fire dragon, however, remained undeterred and charged straight at Voldemort.

Is it coming?

Irving stared intently at Quirrell, whose body had been completely torn apart.

The wand in his hand was already raised in front of his chest.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!" Voldemort's howls and struggles echoed throughout the dungeon. In his miserable cries, Quirrell was devoured and turned to ashes.

Then, a cloud of black smoke rose from the ashes of Quirrell.

"Now!" Owen, holding the Phoenix Wand, chanted the incantation aloud.

"Put Your God on the shield!!!"

A phantom halo then appeared, followed by rapid shaking.

You can vaguely see a bird in flight.

"Phoenix?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, seemingly quite surprised by Owen's guardian spirit.

Very few wizards have magical creatures as their patron deities.

And if it happens, it proves that this little wizard's talent is unparalleled.

"Go." The illusory phoenix, its body radiating the flames of its soul, streaked across the sky and crashed directly into Voldemort's fragile soul.

Unfortunately, the anticipated damage did not occur.

His Patronus merely severed, or rather dispelled, Voldemort's vile soul, and even did him a small favor, since everyone's attention was on him.

Then, right before everyone's eyes, Tom, accompanied by a piercing scream, fled the scene.

"So it really didn't work?"

Irving frowned and muttered to himself.

Strictly speaking, the Patronus Charm can dispel or kill all evil spirits. While it did have an effect on Voldemort's soul, it was clear that due to the Horcruxes, he couldn't completely kill him.

I thought I had found a shortcut to pass the level.

Irving shook his head, then turned his gaze back to his grandfather.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Wow! That's so handsome!

He couldn't help but sigh.

Some people are handsome from childhood to old age.

It's a pity we're still too young; if only we were five or six years older...

She is a delicate flower in the wizarding world!

"Grandpa, how about staying at Hogwarts for a few days?"

"It's a pity that Headmaster Dumbledore isn't at the school," he said, somewhat annoyed.

It's true, at this crucial moment, the old principal is nowhere to be found.

What a fantastic melon!

There's nothing left to eat.

"I didn't come here for him," Grindelwald replied casually, much to Irving's surprise.

After so many years apart, shouldn't our love be rekindled like dry wood meeting a raging fire?

My buddy has already prepared a warm welcome for us.

"I'm just delivering a belated Christmas present."

With that, he walked down to the lower level alone.

It looks like they want to leave using the door key.

"I'm sure the professor will be back soon." Owen quickly chased after him.

Melon!

My melon!

Don't run!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

No!!!

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Although Irving was extremely reluctant, Melo still left.

He was deeply in love.

He even deliberately borrowed a long poem.

—To Albus.

He left quietly.

—Just as he came quietly.

He waved his sleeve.

—Without taking away a single cloud.

Owen deliberately chose a moment when Dumbledore was happily eating at the dinner party to slip him the letter.

As for whether Old Deng's good mood was ruined by him, that was something Irving didn't know.

All he saw was that the old principal's smile vanished instantly after glancing at the letter.

The food I was chewing seemed to have lost its flavor.

The man seemed to have lost his dreams after being struck down, and like a salted fish, he silently got up and disappeared into the auditorium through a side door.

He will probably need some time to heal.

You tell me not to love, yet you're still so reluctant to let go...

(End of this chapter)