I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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Dumbledore disappeared, like a sparkling bubble in the sun. His light figure burst without a trace after being poked lightly.

Sean's hand grabbed a few times out of nowhere, and finally lowered his head in silence.

The rumbling thunder sounded and "smashed" on the barrier of the empty island.

"An interesting mortal with astonishing talents."

[Arrogant]'s voice contained a lot of appreciation.

However, Sean has no interest in chatting with [Arrogance] who takes the initiative to talk to him, and he is not even in the mood to ask why he provided help before.

Professor Dumbledore is really gone...

He clearly received another memory, clearly deceived Voldemort with tricks, and clearly followed Dumbledore's guidance...

However, he failed to reverse the reality of Dumbledore's death...

There is even a Voldemort outside who is trying his best to seize the power of the God of Death and has just killed Herbo's clone. There is also a Grindelwald who reverses the power of the Blood Alliance and is trying to resurrect Dumbledore.

I obviously didn't do anything wrong, and I don't know how to do better... Sean clenched his fists in silence.

[Arrogance] The huge head slowly rose from the edge of the empty island. She glanced at Sean in the center of the empty island with her cold and ruthless blood-colored twins, and then made a huge sound.

"That mortal is right, death is just another great adventure. Your cowardice makes me a little unhappy. As the bridge that is the most responsible for the crime, you are so stupid - if only he was my bridge. ”

Sean took a deep breath, raised his head and glanced at the other party indifferently, but still had no intention of talking.

However, [Arrogance]'s words made Sean sober up from his grief. There were still people outside waiting for him.

Voldemort's ritual to seize power must be destroyed, and Grindelwald cannot be allowed to continue to reverse the huge power of the Blood Alliance...

But I have been in the soul world for more than three minutes, which is enough for Voldemort to do a lot of things... Thinking of this, Sean immediately woke up completely.

He was immersed in it for too long! No, Voldemort is still out there...

Sean was stunned for a moment when he thought of this.

Yes, Voldemort is still out there...

Dumbledore gave such clear guidance, and he had obviously anticipated everything that would happen - but he did not remind himself to return quickly to deal with Voldemort...

Could it be that Dumbledore had other plans? !

Sean immediately cheered up. Yes, Dumbledore had anticipated all this. How could he not leave any backup plan behind?

He is the most famous Riddler in Hogwarts, how could he say everything so straightforwardly!

Sean forced a smile and his clenched fists trembled.

Then, his figure quickly disappeared and left the Soul Island.

[Arrogance] was not angry because of Sean's indifference. She just looked at the place where Dumbledore disappeared, with some indifference in her eyes.

However, her doubts did not last long, and she looked towards the unknown distance again, even though the red scenery was left in this world.

"Helbo..." made a dull and loud sound, but there was no meaning in it.

[Arrogance] slowly sank into the magma again.

In the real world, Sean's closed eyes opened, and he immediately raised his wand, hoping to deal with Voldemort who might be about to attack.

However, the sight in front of him made his penis shrink violently.

Voldemort, who used a higher level of power to destroy Herbo's clone, was not trying to kill Grindelwald as Sean imagined - on the contrary, he was half-kneeling on the ground, with endless malice in his eyes.

The Deathly Hallows suspended in mid-air is still surrounded by Grindelwald's blood-red magic power, but the holy emblem no longer emits strange fluctuations - the higher-level magical power belonging to the authority of the God of Death is rapidly increasing. Fading away.

It was as if Voldemort's black shadow that crushed Herbo had "consumed" the magic power in it, leaving only a fluctuation at this moment.

But Voldemort, who had been slowly absorbing the power of Death, suffered a heavy blow because of the disappearance of this magic!

Sean looked over in surprise, and then discovered that half of Voldemort's body had become transparent and extremely unstable, and seemed to be annihilated at any time.

A flash of understanding flashed in his mind - the power of death will transform the wizard's body and use the strange magic power of death.

However, this magic power is "one-time" for some reason. When Voldemort used that power to attack Haierbo, there was only the last trace of this magic power left - the half-transformed Voldemort suddenly lost the source of his magic power!

His body at this moment may be described as half-god and half-human, but Voldemort's half of the body that belongs to the god no longer has the support of the corresponding level of magic power - the ordinary magic power in this world cannot support the body of a god, and Voldemort's transformation has not Finish!

Is this because Professor Dumbledore is not in a hurry?

Sean felt happy, but then heavy emotions came over him - it was more like the funeral arrangements had been made, so he had no regrets.

But now is not the time to think about that…

Sean immediately turned his head to Grindelwald, who didn't even notice Voldemort's miserable condition. He was still twisting the Deathly Hallows stubbornly and forcefully, and he had a tendency to inject all the blood-red magic into it.

"Teacher! Stop!" Sean shouted.

Grindelwald didn't reply, but turned to Sean with a struggling face - his face was half indifferent and half crazy.

He is still fighting against his forged memories...

Sean walked forward against the huge pressure of the blood-red magic power, trying to wake him up: "Teacher! If you continue like this, you will die! You are reversing the power of the blood alliance, and you have to fight against the memory, which will make your magic source and The spirit exploded together!”

Grindelwald's face with two completely different expressions briefly showed a confused look, and then both the cold and crazy faces raised a happy smile.

"Sean...it's okay. I'm bringing him back. When Albus comes back, everything will be solved. He must have thought of everything."

"Professor Dumbledore..." Sean's words were choked in his throat, and then he gritted his teeth, "Professor, he has really thought about everything. The power of Death is just a consumable, and the legend of the Deathly Hallows is not true! "

Grindelwald's face struggled violently again: "It's impossible. He and I have studied the Deathly Hallows in depth. I also have a method to seize the power of Death in my memory. I can save him."

"Look at Voldemort! He no longer has the support of the magic power of death!" Sean pointed at Voldemort who was kneeling on the ground on the other side, trembling and even unable to fight back. This made the latter's eyes almost overflow with resentment.

"Wallup - you did this on purpose... This was a trap set up by you and Dumbledore!" Voldemort's face was also divided into two halves, but one half was solid and the other was illusory, and the dividing line in the middle seemed to be different. Stable ripples flashed left and right.

Grindelwald slowly turned his head. After seeing Voldemort's appearance clearly, a light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "No, it must be that his soul is not complete enough to bear the authority of the God of Death..."

As he spoke, he actually raised a hand and controlled the blood-red magic power to rush towards Voldemort.

Sean's spell prevented the terrifying power belonging to the Blood Alliance. At this time, Grindelwald even had something scary like cracks on his face due to reversing the magic and fighting against the memory.

"Grindelwald, wake up! Remove your memory!" Sean shouted.

He must not let Grindelwald try to control the power of Death again. He had clearly felt just now that the Deathly Hallows did not have the magic power of Death to continue to extract, and Voldemort would be the fate of the grabber.

Half of Grindelwald's face showed an angry expression, and the other half showed helplessness. He was still struggling.

"If...the memory is lifted...I won't be able to control the blood alliance..."

Sean was silent for a moment, then he came to Dumbledore's fallen body and squatted down, stretching out his wand.

The old man's face was serene and calm, his gray beard was a little messy, and the glasses he had been wearing were half broken, hanging weakly on the twisted frame.

"Professor..." Sean originally had a glimmer of hope, but those hopes were like dropping a stone on a calm lake, causing bubbles and ripples, and then quickly subsided, losing all information.

he died.

Sean stood up. He looked at Grindelwald, his voice was painful and filled with great determination.

"he died!"

"He can't come back! I saw him leave me with my own eyes!"

"He wants you not to covet the power of the blood alliance. He wants you to wake up!"

Along with Sean's heavy and cruel voice, Grindelwald's face with different expressions on both sides slowly returned to the same expression, but there was still madness and determination in his eyes.

Sean knew that Grindelwald would not give in.

but……

Sean took a deep breath and looked at him seriously: "You still have more things to accomplish, Grindelwald - and, are you ready to completely shatter the Blood Alliance?"

This sentence made Grindelwald startled for a moment, and he glanced at the blood pact in his hand that was on the verge of being broken.

Then, his struggling expression quickly disappeared, and he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Grindelwald had returned to his usual expression, and he even smiled.

The broken blood alliance quickly recovered, as if many people had used a recovery spell together, and then was held tightly by a slightly trembling hand.

"Who allowed you to call the teacher by his last name?" Grindelwald laughed, but he was not happy at all.

Along with his laughter, the blood-red magic power disappeared rapidly, and the Deathly Hallows fell to the ground like the most ordinary ornament.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked into the distance. He didn't even glance at Voldemort.

"Lead him back."

After leaving these words, Grindelwald disappeared.

Sean just wanted to reach out to hold the other person, but he didn't know what else he should say. His hand could only hang in mid-air and then fall down weakly.

On the other side, as the Deathly Hallows fell completely, the remaining strength that supported Voldemort was rapidly disintegrating.

The gentleman who had just been resurrected for less than half a day did not even have time to make a sound of despair.

"Wa-" A bubble burst gently, and Voldemort turned into a pile of black ash.

Sean opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips.

He picked up the trophy, picked up the Deathly Hallows, picked up the Shattered Blood Pact in Dumbledore's hand.

Then, with his old, limp body on his back, he disappeared into Godric's Hollow.

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Sean didn't know how he spent these days. He only remembered that when he appeared, the sounds around him were chaotic.

Some people exclaimed that he was finally back, some people's limp bodies rushed into his arms, and some people wanted to come up and check his body.

However, after they saw the person Sean was carrying, the world became eerily quiet.

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"Sean..." Professor McGonagall opened the door and came in, trying to smile at Sean who was talking calmly to his family, but failed.

Sean, who was wearing a formal suit, looked over. He didn't smile, but nodded calmly: "Professor McGonagall."

Someone seemed to be arguing quietly outside the door.

"Albus should want Shaun to do all this..."

"The child is too stimulated. You can't do this. Let Hagrid go..."

Sean stood up and came to the door. Outside were Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout.

He came to the two of them: "I'll do it, professors."

The two professors seemed to want to say something, but Professor McGonagall came out and shook her head, then motioned for Sean to follow.

Sean walked out of the gate and came to the stone steps, and found that the guests were walking towards the lake. The warm sunlight shone on his face, and they silently followed Professor McGonagall towards the place where many chairs were lined up. There was an aisle between the chairs, with a marble table in front of it, and all the chairs facing it. This is one of the most beautiful and pleasant days of summer.

Sean came to one side and heard people talking to each other quietly. The sound was like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the sound of birds chirping was particularly loud.

He saw the person who needed to be lifted by himself, wrapped in purple velvet studded with golden stars, revealing a peaceful and calm face.

He felt himself start to tingle again.

However, Sean just took a deep breath and hugged Dumbledore under the worried eyes of his friends sitting on the chairs next to the aisle.

Hagrid stood next to him, tears falling continuously. After seeing Sean stumble, he seemed to want to help Sean, but in the end he gave up.

Professor Scamander stood on the other side. His eyes were deep, his body was hunched, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sean walked across the aisle, wondering why Dumbledore was so heavy and why those eyes were so sad. He walked forward numbly, and finally placed Dumbledore on the marble table.

Old wizards whom I knew and didn't know came forward. "Noble spirit"..."academic achievement"..."great mind"...these words kept passing by. Sean, who was sitting on the chair in the front row, felt that Somewhat boring.

"Idiot!" "Crying nose!" "Residue" and "Screw" - Sean almost laughed out loud, but he felt that Dumbledore might like these words more.

When all the ceremonies and condolences were over, dazzling white flames burst out from around Dumbledore's body and the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body. The white smoke rose into the sky, showing various strange shapes: for a moment, Sean seemed to see a phoenix flying happily into the blue sky, but then the flame disappeared, and a white marble tower appeared there. The tomb contains Dumbledore's body and the table where it rests.

He felt like he was being blinded by the summer sun.