'Magic, these things can't be called magic.'

No sooner had he thought than he heard Dudley shake a black box.

"They're all magically processed, or magic bombs to be exact."

"Like this, I've added a fierce fire to it."

"I've added flying sand and rocks to this one, which can make the killing range larger."

Hasn't Dudley been working on magic dresses lately? These things are all by-products that he has made up in his spare time.

You ask, Mingming is researching dress, why is the ancillary product a bomb?

It's reasonable to want to see a fireworks or something when you're tired of researching, right?

Mr. Frieza, a real estate tycoon in the universe, once said when he felt the pressure from the Saiyans, "Sabosan, Dodoriasan, come and see the fireworks, what beautiful fireworks." ”

It can be seen that fireworks have a strong decompression effect.

Listening to Dudley's introduction to the black box in his hand like a product, Greenwald had already labeled Dudley as an extremely dangerous person.

Is this the hope of the wizarding world? Is that guy Dumbledore crazy?

It's desperation, right?

"This is my 'magic' - the earth shakes the mountains!"

Dudley said.

“.”

"You can choose any room in the castle, and gather here at eight o'clock in the morning tomorrow morning, so don't be late."

Greenwald didn't want to talk to him, so he chose to ignore Dudley, first talking to the others, and finally disappearing in front of everyone without looking at him.

This is an old wizard with a temper.

Ron, Neville, Draco, these children who were born in the wizarding world and grew up listening to Grindelwald's stories sighed in their hearts at the same time.

'It's worthy of Brother D. ’

Hermione and Harry thought to themselves.

'Our Dudley is the best. ’

'My brother D is invincible in the world. ’

Since it was still early, after the few people had decided on a room, they began to wander around the castle.

Newmengard is undoubtedly much worse than Hogwarts, the latter is to protect the students from the Muggle invasion at that time to build a fortress-like building, the Big Four spent a huge amount of magic materials almost emptied the homes of several people, coupled with the accumulation of countless wizards for thousands of years, the accommodation conditions of Hogwarts are among the top in any school in the world, even Slytherins who live in underground cells will not feel damp, and the former is just a base for gatherings, although there must be places that have been transformed, but definitely not comparable to Hogwarts.

The dim light, the gloomy environment, and the heavy humidity are topics that are always unavoidable, and they are far worse than the castle that Dudley renovated himself.

The spotlessly imposing medieval castles of Europe in animations and films?

Sorry that is.

In the absence of magic, this is the perfect place for the green and greasy moss, the long tail that Soso secretly burrows, the small black beetle with two double ponytails that crawl around and fly, and the eight long legs and eight big eyes that hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity.

In the magical world, it is also a paradise for foxes and goblins, and even if Dudley catches thousands of foxes at Potter's mansion, he doesn't want to have too much to do with this evil little creature.

So Dudley: They set up their own tent in the room.

It's the kind of big tent that appears in the Quidditch Goblet of Fire, which looks less than a few square meters on the outside, but is actually a small three-story bungalow.

The tent has all the facilities in it.

Thanks to Dudley, who likes to stock up on ingredients in his pockets, he can even put a lot of food in one go.

"Brother D, Brother D, let me take a look at your pocket."

This phrase has become Harry's mantra lately.

Meimei ate a hot meal, and several people were satisfied with the living room inside the tent.

"Hiccup" Ron patted his belly and burped contentedly, he had just eaten six large chicken legs.

Grindelwald, who had been worried that they would not be able to eat and live in the tent, left with a dark face after seeing the bright lights and the aroma of food wafting from the tent.

'I don't know how to do it, and I don't know how to prepare one for their professors. ’

The next day, before eight o'clock, Grindelwald arrived early outside the tent, waiting for the group of young wizards to be late.

He believed that during the holidays any little wizard would relax and get some sleep.

However, he did not wait for Dadli and the others to come out of the tent, but waited for Dudley and the others, who walked in through the door covered in sweat.

"Professor?"

Harry asked, confused.

"Where have you been?"

"Morning exercise, what we usually do every day." Neville, an honest child, explained.

Grindelwald didn't speak, just nodded expressionlessly, and disappeared into the room.

At eight o'clock, in the castle hall, Grindelwald showed up on time.

Still dressed in a black robe, still with a pair of sharp eyes (heterochromatic eyes have recovered), he is a energetic and imposing little old man.

"My teaching style may not be the same as what you know from professors."

Instead of finding a bench, Grindelwald sat on the stairs leading to the second floor, his hands arched in front of his mouth.

"I'm all about the actual battle"

"I'm not going to teach you anything. You have to experience all the knowledge in actual combat. ”

"I'm not going to open up because of who you are, if any of you can't keep up with my teaching progress."

"I'll throw them out of the castle myself."

Practical lessons. The members of the disciplinary team were all too familiar with the course, and when they first heard the news, they were unimpressed.

Soon they found out that they were wrong.

Even with the duels of the Duelists Club, the daily morning exercises, and the actual combat training of many professors such as Moody, they could barely keep up with the pace of Grindelwald.

He was harsher than any professor Harry had ever known.

Even if it is true or false, the kind of professor who is already very harsh and strict in the eyes of outsiders, he is as gentle as a sheep in front of him.

Even if it is a simple human transfiguration spell (turning the other person into a sheep or a rabbit), he will let the other person experience it over and over again until he learns it.

Also stronger than any known professor.

Harry, who was able to defeat Barty Crouch Jr. alone, looked in front of him like a child who had just learned to walk and walked with a slow step.

More knowledgeable than any known professor.

The coverage is very broad, almost omniscient, omniscient, even the boring ancient magic has a deep study, Dudley believes that his level is much higher than that of the Hogwarts ancient magic professor Bathsida Barbling, because the level of potions alone is not inferior to Snape at the level of the Potions master.

(End of chapter)