I will never die in this wave

Author: Aurora Scatters

I will never die in this wave

Time is getting closer and closer to the end of the semester. In the past few months, Harry handled the duel competition casually and cried seven or eight very talented children. Seeing the little guys crying loudly in front of him, Harry spun a bottle of vodka on the spot.

The Spring of Life won by the hunting competition has been completely damaged. The Water of Life ordered by Aya was carried away by Hagrid and a container, and it was not left for Harry. This was not Hagrid's stinginess, but because the newly born Soviet iron-bellied fire dragon Tibers, after drinking the first bottle of Ninety-Nine Degrees of Life Water, Hagrid thought that this thing was drunk by the pure man, and Tibers was the pure man he appointed, and he had to drink the strongest wine.

It is normal to feed fire dragons with wine. These big guys like to drink very much. Occasional fire dragon attacks often occur in Muggle wineries. Wild fire dragons have no place to drink wine. It is normal to find a muggle. They don’t understand what the law is. Anyway, if there is a wizard wiping his butt, it can be compensated by being beaten and stolen dragon scales. Without dozens of elite Aurors, you really don’t want to easily kill a large adult fire dragon.

Hogwarts has also changed a lot recently, especially in the Quidditch game. Although being killed by Harry is a recognized fact, compared with the once miserable XXXX:0, the team members who have been trained performed very well. The most dedicated one is the Gryffindor team led by Wood, who have already been able to get 30 in Harry's hands!

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

At Hogwarts, the rules that non-group members are not worthy of playing Quidditch were also unanimously recognized at the end of this year's school year. After watching the exciting and exciting super confrontational game, the previous house play was simply uninteresting.

The militarized training that starts at 5:30 every morning cultivates their organization. The nutritional meals customized for them by the house elves and the magic potions made by Harry gave them a strong body. The daily reciting of the battle group rules strengthened their hearts, and everything was steadily moving towards the direction Harry wanted.

He even bought a Quidditch team that has been on the decline in recent years. After all, many team members are already in the sixth and seventh grade students. They are about to graduate, but Harry will not just let it go. After leaving Hogwarts, they will join the team and continue to receive corresponding training. The salary of only 100 Garron is only a drop in the bucket for Harry, but for most wizards who are not from family backgrounds, this is a generous reward. Ordinary employees who have just joined the Ministry of Magic still earn less than half of the money.

Perhaps the deposits of the Potter family could not withstand this kind of disaster, but as the second generation of the Forbidden Forest King, Harry had a way to make money. The purple-horned beast horn he picked up casually turned into a potion worth 130,000 Gallons under the treatment of Snape. Although he had to take action slowly in order to stabilize the price, Harry could pat his chest and say: He will not be short of money in the future.

Although everything was developing perfectly, there was one thing that Harry had no idea.

For example, the mysterious senior Hufflepuff.

The horse people didn't know who that predecessor was. They only knew that the extinction of the forbidden forest poachers occurred in the late 19th century and in the early 20th century, in just two or three years, at that time, the Dark Forest of Hogwarts was famous, and everyone knew that this was the tomb of a poacher. It was roughly estimated that at least 18,000 poachers from all over the world were swallowed up by this dark forest. Even though they were all a group of fierce and fearless guys who were seeking money and desperately wanted to die, this sharp butcher knife still killed them so that they could no longer dare to get involved in this man-eating forest.

These desperadoes who were able to hunt unicorns for money and curse the miserable death of the tragic death were all afraid of being killed. The tragic situation in the Forbidden Forest at that time can be imagined.

The blood flowed into a river to describe the scene at that time. The horse man also shivered after wielding the butcher knife. At that time, the horse man was still a small scattered tribe, and there was no such huge unity as it is today. It was also because of the mysterious butcher that the horse man made up his mind to pick up the group. Hagrid was the inducement of the unity of the horse man, not the cause.

It is really difficult to find this low-key and humble senior, but Harry cannot give up looking for him. The magic that can only be used to use ancient magic has aroused Harry's greed.

Harry, who had already remembered those words well, could not use any power no matter how he tried it, but the magic in his body had a slight turbulence due to the spells, which also told Harry that he had just not found the correct way to use it, not that he could not use it.

Harry, who had not figured out all this, seemed to have forgotten something. Ancient magic touched him a lot. It was precisely because of this extraordinary power that could be held in his hand that he forgot his agreement with Grindelwald. He once regarded as a philosopher's stone that he had to obtain, and seemed to be inferior to the ancient magic that was within reach.

Harry forgot, but Grindelwald hasn't.

"Tu tuk"

"Professor, what's wrong with asking me to come?"

Harry knocked on the door of Grindelwald's office, and the speechless old man looked at him with a faint suspicion.

"Harry, do you really want to continue to break free from your destined destiny?"

"Oh! You said Magic Stone?"

"Ah hahaha." Harry slashed his hair and laughed awkwardly, "I forgot. Now I have a lot of things to do. I only sleep for four hours every day. In a flash, time passed."

"There is no struggle or something. You say so amazingly. I must believe your prophecy, right?"

Harry, who hadn't realized at all, spoke with a smile. He was actually a little expectant in his heart. If he just didn't look for the Philosopher's Stone, what way would this prophecy make him take the initiative to find the finale that would win.

"I'll just think what you said is really good." Grindelwald shrugged, "But I need to remind you that whether it is conscious resistance or unconscious neglect, when necessary, the thread of fate will definitely lead your head."

"As a drama master, I have helped you choose the loosest route. As long as you follow this route, things will be completed safely. But you obviously forgot to take the initiative to look for it in the past few months. This practice may cost you unnecessary costs."

"What's the price?" Harry heard something wrong from Grindelwald's words.

"I don't know either."

Grindelwald spread his palms, "Isn't the most fascinating thing about the future the unknown with infinite possibilities? Even if it is anchored and established destiny, its ending will change due to the choice of the actor."

"The ending I saw was blood flowing, but I didn't know if the blood was flowing, yours or that guy's."

Harry was silent for a moment. Grindelwald's prophecy did not anchor the final winner, so he would be the one who could lose the game. The prophecy revealed the result of blood flowing. 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 they are forced to twist their necks, they will be in great pain."

"And I think it's appropriate to use the opposite approach. Can your neck be twisted by 180 degrees without any damage?"

Grindelwald naturally didn't want to see Harry's hiccup ending. Because of this, he always chose to watch fun and would warn Harry before this final time limit came.

In his eyes, Harry is a little wizard. Even if he has great talent, he is still a slag with five combat power. Voldemort, even if he is a remnant soul or a little bastard, as the former Dark King, his combat power can be at least six.

Negligence can be fatal, at least for Harry.

"I see."

After listening to people's advice and having enough food, Harry could hear 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 now, I hope it won't be too late."

"I have to take the exam tomorrow, why don't I go and get things done tonight?"

"It's up to you." Grindelwald waved his hand indifferently, then showed an amiable smile.

"After all, I just want to see blood flowing like a river, and you can do whatever else you want."

"Of course, it would be even better if you didn't die."

"Hehehehe~ Go, go have fun, little guy."

Grindelwald, who had a very bad smile, seemed to expose the evil nature of his dark wizard. This evil smile was really not something you could learn just by wanting to learn.

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"I will never die in this wave."

Grindelwald looked at Harry, who seemed to be tangled with death, turned around and left the office.

"Good guy"

Our great dark wizard Grindelwald smacked his lips, "Young people nowadays"

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One chapter is still missing!

But it was almost half past. In order not to become a mature strong man so early, I chose not to stay up late.

Tomorrow, go to work to make up for fishing~

Thank you for the 500-point reward from the terror communicator, thank you for your recommendation and monthly tickets~

I've escaped and got up early tomorrow.
Chapter completed!