Listen to Owen's weird slogans in my ears.

Grindelwald, who was fighting Voldemort, smiled slightly.

In the years he spent with Owen, he never showed his identity to the other party.

Many things were tacitly agreed to by the two, but they never admitted it in person.

But the kid was smart. He wasn't surprised that he would guess his identity.

Maybe the kid recognized him from a very early age.

"Yes, that's it, give him a look back." Owen, who was still yelling, once again incarnated as a battlefield commander, carrying the flag and shouting: Beat him! Beat him with his fists, the little thing's body was brittle, and he had to be crippled half of his body when he stepped on it. ”

The little wizards, including Owen, all had red faces.

Especially those from the pure-blood family, Ron, the Twins, Hannah, and Malfoy (hey!). Something strange popped up. ）

One by one, they looked at Old Tom who was pressed to the ground by his grandfather in the distance.

That- that's Voldemort?

How could Voldemort be so humiliated?

In an instant, a sense of absurdity arises spontaneously.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

From an early age, their mother taught them to come home early when they meet a bald-headed, noseless wizard.

Now, the facts in front of him have completely shattered his Wuguan faction.

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On the contrast of power between Grindelwald and Voldemort.

This bickering seems to be never-ending.

But if you let Owen answer.

Then he probably meant to say: Grindelwald took down Voldemort's most feared man at the age of 16, and it took Voldemort more than twenty years to take Hogwarts (funny).

Not only that, whether it is his appearance, clothing, or talent, no matter how you look at his grandfather, he is a wizard who can press Voldemort to the ground and rub it.

Even Dumbledore couldn't do that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been snatched away by his grandfather, would he?

What's more, the Voldemort in front of him is still weak and remnant.

It's not too easy to hit it.

You don't even need to kill him, just by consuming it with him, Quirrell's body won't be able to hold on.

In the third minute of the battle, Quirrell's body began to disintegrate on its own with a visible speed as Voldemort's resentful roar unleashed fire.

It's like a pile of sand that scatters on its own when it comes into contact with water.

Like all his Death Eaters.

"Bang!"

Grindelwald stretched out his arms, his fingers dragging his wand, dancing gently.

Blue and white flames sprouted from the soles of his feet, notes he could grasp as he pleased.

The music reaches its climax, and the fire dragon collides violently with Voldemort's fiery serpent.

"The most powerful dark wizard." The flames pounded wildly.

The heat blew through his hair, reflecting the scars of time, but still rebellious.

Especially those deep eyes, if you have to find a word to describe them.

Then Owen will be the first to recommend - charming.

"That's all there is to it?"

He rested his hands on his waist, his erect posture standing proudly in front of the flames.

Grindelwald stared coldly at the enemy in front of him, and his tone was steady.

This is a war without suspense.

He won.

"Boom!"

The azure dragon instantly spread its sky-covering wings, and its huge claws grabbed Voldemort's fiery serpent, and then raised its proud head and let out a deafening roar.

Then he jerked his head, and the flames spewed out.

A shocking scene appeared, the blue flame actually penetrated into the core of the red flame.

The belly of the snake.

Then, it suddenly detonated.

"Bang". The flames burst open.

The fire dragon was undiminished and rushed straight at Voldemort.

"Are you coming?"

Owen stared at Quirrell, whose body was completely torn apart.

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

"Damn! Damn it!!! Voldemort's wails and struggles echoed throughout the dungeon, and in his terrible screams, Quirrell was devoured and reduced to ashes......

Then, a cloud of black smoke floated from the scum that Quirrell had reduced to fly ash.

"It's now." Owen, holding the phoenix wand in his hand, chanted the spell aloud.

"Calling the Gods—Guarding !!"

An illusory halo then emerges, followed by a rapid shake.

Faintly, you can see a bird flying.

"Phoenix?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Owen's Patronus.

Very few wizards' patronus spirits are magical beasts.

And once it appears, it proves that the talent of this little wizard is incomparable.

"Go." The illusory phoenix, which radiated soul fire all over its body, streaked across the sky and crashed straight into Voldemort's fragile soul.

It's a pity that the expected damage didn't happen.

His Patronus only cut off, or rather dispelled, Voldemort's despicable spirit, and even did him a small favor, because everyone's attention was on him.

Then, in front of everyone's eyes, Senior Tom dragged a piercing scream and fled here.

"Is it really useless?"

Owen frowned and muttered to himself.

Strictly speaking, the Patronus Charm can dispel or kill all evil spirits. While it did work on Voldemort's soul, it was clear that he was unable to kill him outright due to the Horcruxes.

I thought I had found a shortcut to customs clearance.

Owen shook his head, then looked back at his grandfather.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow! How handsome! ”

He couldn't help but sigh.

Some people are just handsome from childhood to old age.

It's a pity that we're still too young, if we grow five or six years.

That's also a delicate tweed in the wizarding world!

"Grandpa, why don't you stay at Hogwarts for a few days?"

"It's a pity Headmaster Dumbledore isn't at school." He said with some annoyance.

Really, it was at a critical time that the old headmaster was not there.

What a melon!

I don't have anything to eat.

"I'm not here for him." Grindelwald's faint answer surprised Owen very much.

I haven't seen you for many years, shouldn't you dry the firewood and focus on the flame of love?

Buddies swept the couch and greeted each other.

"I'm just sending a late Christmas present."

With that, he walked down by himself.

Looks like he wanted to leave with a portkey.

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

Melon!

My melons!

Don't run!

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Melon!!! No!!!

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Although, Owen was reluctant in every way, but the melon was still gone.

He is in the depths of his love.

also deliberately borrowed the first long poem.

—To Albus.

- Gently he left.

—as he came gently.

- He waved his sleeve.

- Do not take away a single cloud.

Owen specially picked Dumbledore to give him the letter when he was happily eating at the dinner.

As for whether Old Deng Tou's good mood was disturbed by him, it is not something that Owen knows.

He only saw that after the old principal glanced at the letter, a smiling face instantly pulled down.

The food you chew seems to have lost its taste.

The person seemed to have been hit and lost his dreams, and silently got up like a salted fish, and disappeared into the auditorium through the side door.

He probably, it will take a while to heal.