It was getting closer and closer to the end of the semester, and in the course of a few months, Harry had been able to cope with the duel matches, making seven or eight very talented children cry, and watching the little ones cry in front of him, Harry spun a bottle of vodka on the spot.

The fountain of life won by the hunting competition has been cleaned by the scourge, and the water of life ordered by Aya was carried away by Hagrid with the container, and not a single bottle was left for Harry, not because Hagrid was stingy, but because the newborn Soviet iron-bellied fire dragon Tibbs, after drinking the first bottle of 99 degrees of water of life, Hagrid thought that this thing was drunk by pure masters, and Tibbs was his appointed pure master dragon, and he had to drink the strongest wine.

It's normal to feed the fire dragon with wine, these big guys love to drink, The occasional fire dragon attack often happens in Muggle distilleries, wild fire dragons have no place to get wine to drink, it's normal to go to Muggles, they don't understand what the law is, anyway, there are wizards to wipe their butts, the big deal is to be beaten, burst dragon scales and other loot as compensation, there are no dozens of elite Aurors besieged, and you really don't want to easily kill a large adult fire dragon.

Hogwarts has changed a lot recently, especially in Quidditch matches, although it is a kind of recognized fact that Harry has been killed, but compared to the once miserable XXXX:0, the members of the warband who have been well trained have performed very well, and the hardest working among them is the Gryffindor team led by Wood, who have been able to score thirty points in Harry's hands!

Although this is still the result of being released into the sea, it is exciting enough.

At Hogwarts, the rule that non-warband members are not worthy of playing Quidditch was also unanimously recognized at the end of this year's school year.

The militarized training that began at half past five every morning fostered their organization, the house-elves made nutritious meals for them and Harry's potions made them strong, and the daily recitation of the warband's rules strengthened their hearts, and everything was steadily moving in the direction Harry wanted.

He even bought a Quidditch team that has been declining in recent years, after all, many of the members of the clan are already sixth and seventh year students, and they are about to graduate, but Harry will not just leave it alone, after leaving Hogwarts, they will enter the team and continue to receive corresponding training, only a hundred Galleons a month is only a drop in the bucket for Harry, but for the vast majority of wizards who are not from the family, this is a good reward, and the ordinary staff of the Ministry of Magic who have just joined the Ministry of Magic cannot earn half of the money.

Maybe the Potter family's savings can't withstand such a disaster as him, but Harry, as the second generation of the King of the Forbidden Forest, he has a way to get money, and the purple horn that he picked up casually has been turned into a potion worth 130,000 Galleons under Snape's processing, although in order to stabilize the price, he can only sell slowly, but Harry can pat his chest and say: He will not be short of money in the future.

While everything was going well, there was one thing Harry didn't have a big eye on.

Like the mysterious Hufflepuff senior.

The centaurs don't know who that predecessor is, they only know that the extinction of the poachers in the Forbidden Forest occurred at the end of the nineteenth century, in just two or three years at the beginning of the twentieth century, at that time, the prestige of the dark forest of Hogwarts was far and wide, everyone knew that it was a poacher's grave, and it was roughly estimated that at least 18,000 poachers from all over the world were swallowed by this dark forest, even if they were a group of people who were not afraid of death and wanted money and death, but this sharp butcher's knife still killed their hearts, Kill them so that they no longer dare to touch this man-eating forest.

This group of outlaws who hunted unicorns for money and died tragically at the cost of cursing were all killed, and the tragic situation in the Forbidden Forest at that time can be imagined.

The blood was not enough to describe the scene at that time, and the centaurs were also trembling after the butcher's knife was waved, at that time the centaurs were still scattered small tribes, not as large and united as they are now, and it was because of the mysterious butcher that the centaurs made up their minds to hold the group, Hagrid was the cause of the unity of the centaurs, not the cause.

It would be difficult to find this humble and humble predecessor, but Harry couldn't give up looking for him, and the magic that could only be used using ancient magic aroused Harry's cravings.

Harry, who had memorized those words by heart, had not been able to use any of his power no matter how much he tried, but the magic in his body had a ripple due to those spells, which also told Harry that he just hadn't found the right way to use them, not that he couldn't use them.

Harry, who hadn't figured it out yet, seemed to have forgotten something, ancient magic had touched him a lot, and it was precisely because of this extraordinary power that he could hold in his hands that he had forgotten his agreement with Grindelwald, and the philosopher's stone, which he once regarded as a must-get, seemed to be inferior to the ancient magic at his fingertips.

Harry forgot, but Grindelwald hadn't.

"Tuk Tuk"

"Professor, what did you call me for?"

Harry knocked on the door of Grindelwald's office, and the speechless uncle had a faint suspicion in his eyes.

"Harry, do you really want to continue to break free from your doomed fate?"

"Oh! You say the Philosopher's Stone? ”

"Aha." Harry scratched his hair and laughed awkwardly, "I forgot, I have a lot of things to do now, and I only sleep four hours a day, and it doesn't take long for me to pass." ”

"There's no struggling or anything, you're so godly, I must believe your prophecy."

Harry, who was not enlightened at all, said with a grin, he was actually really looking forward to what kind of way this prophecy would make him take the initiative to find the inevitable ending if he didn't go to the Philosopher's Stone.

"I'll just take what you said is true." Grindelwald shrugged, "But I need to remind you that whether it's conscious resistance or unconscious neglect, when the time comes, the thread of fate will lead you by the head." ”

"As a dramatist, I helped you choose the loosest route, as long as you follow this path, then things will be completed peacefully, but you have obviously forgotten to take the initiative to search for it in the past few months, and this practice is likely to cost you unnecessarily."

"And at that price?" Harry could hear something wrong in Grindelwald's words.

"I don't know."

Grindelwald spread his palms, "Isn't the most fascinating thing about the future being the unknown with infinite possibilities?" Even if it is an anchored and predetermined fate, its ending will change depending on the choices of the actors. ”

"I saw a river of blood, but I didn't know if the blood was yours or that guy."

Harry was silent for a moment, Grindelwald's prophecy did not anchor that the final winner was him, then he would be the one who might lose the game, the prophecy revealed the result of the bloody river, anyone can be the winner, and no matter who wins or loses, it will not affect the final outcome.

"Don't let fate force your head to turn at the last moment, people are not owls, even if you don't die, it will be painful."

"And what you're doing now, I think it's appropriate to use the opposite, is your neck able to be twisted one hundred and eighty degrees without any damage?"

Grindelwald naturally didn't want to see Harry's burp end, and because of this, he had always chosen to have fun, so he warned Harry before the deadline arrived.

In his eyes, Harry is a little wizard, even if he has a good talent and talent, he is also a scum with a combat power of five, and Voldemort, even if this guy is a remnant soul, even if he is a small deflated three, as a former Dark Lord, his combat power can be deducted at least six.

Negligence can be fatal, at least for Harry.

"I see."

Listening to the advice of people to eat well, Harry could listen to Grindelwald's words, after all, the professor was not harming him, but helping him, and he needed to appreciate it.

"I'm going to prepare, hopefully it's not too late."

"I have to take the exam tomorrow, or I'll get things done tonight?"

"Whatever you want." Grindelwald waved his hand indifferently, then smiled amiably.

"After all, I just want to see rivers of blood, and the rest is up to you."

"Of course, if you don't die, so much the better."

"Hey, hey, hey~ Go ahead, go have fun, little one."

Grindelwald, with his extremely bad smile, seems to reveal the evil nature of his dark wizard, and this evil smile is really not something that can be learned if you want to.

"Jie Ji Ji ~" The little devil who refused to admit defeat also let out a gloomy laugh, "When I learn that trick, Satan will have to tattoo me on his back." ”

"I can't die in this wave."

A stunned Grindelwald looked at Harry, who seemed to be lifeless, and turned to leave the office.

"Good guys"

Our great dark wizard Grindelwald smacked his lips, "Young man now"

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One chapter left!

But it's almost half a day, and in order not to become a mature powerhouse so early, I choose not to stay up late.

Go to work tomorrow to make up for it~

Thank you for the 500 coin reward from the horror communicator, and thank you for the recommendation tickets and monthly passes of all good brothers~

Slipped away, get up early tomorrow.

(End of chapter)