Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!When the three ferocious ghouls turned into black smoke, there was a moment of loss in Phila Hope's eyes.

Lost.

How can this be?

Just like a full-level tuba bullying a trumpet with primary skills, even if the trumpet skills are full, the basic attributes will not change.

Klein Grindelwald is just a kid who has not yet reached the second grade.No matter how genius such a child is, he will never be able to beat her decades of accumulation!

But the result is...

The "Ghoul" she summoned was cut into ashes by the opponent's "Guard Knight".

"You really......."

Taking a deep breath, Phila Hope wanted to say "Are you really only twelve years old" to Klein, but when the words came to her lips, she met the clear and clean eyes, and she couldn't help but change the words .......

"You are really good."

"Thank you."

Klein could feel that since Phila Hope’s "Ghost Summoning Curse" completely failed, most of the hostility and resistance from the old woman towards him had disappeared.

Although he didn't understand why this was, he was willing to maintain the necessary respect for such a person with great accomplishments in the field of spells.

"Hehe, I'm old, really old, I'm always confused."

Phila Hope, who put down the burden of hatred, smiled, and suddenly changed from an aggressive woman to a kind and loving grandma.

"Obviously, the enemy is locked in Newmontgard, so I want to breathe with a child."

Like to say to Klein, or to himself, Phila Hope put the almond wood wand back into his handbag, and slowly walked off the stage as the audience watched.

Maybe it's like she said herself.

Her enemy has always been locked up in Newmontgard, not elsewhere...

Klein was silent.

Neither showed the excitement of "beating" Phil Hope, nor was he shocked by the opponent's words.

He stood calmly, silently feeling every look that fell on him.

"I am not proud of my surname, nor do I feel inferior to my surname.

I am who I am.

The unique Klein Grindelwald."

The blood of Grindelwald has brought him supreme talent.Similarly, Grindelwald's blood has brought him endless hatred.

Phila Hope is just a microcosm.

Klein knew that when he officially appeared, there would be countless wizards in the magical world, and the wizards who were persecuted to death by "Grindelwald" locked him with indifferent eyes.

but......

so what?

He now not only has the power to master fate, but also the ability to change fate.

All doubts and prejudices will inevitably be stepped on by him!

Whether you accept it or not.

The name Klein Grindelwald will break into everyone's life in a tough way.

Swearing will eventually become praise.

And those who are enemies with him will definitely not want to live!

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

On the high stage, Cornelius Fudge took the lead and applauded Klein's performance.

Free of Dumbledore's influence, he was surprised to find that he really liked this young man who had great respect for the Ministry.

Old Fudge had even begun to wonder if he wanted to apologize for the unhappiness last time.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled generously, and calmly glanced at the Minister of Magic beside him, thinking.

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"Walalala", "Walalala", "Walalala"

With Cornelius Fudge taking the lead, the masters under the stage reacted and sent Klein the warmest and most sincere applause and cheers.

"The Curse of the Guardian" is worth it, and Klein Grindelwald is worth it.

There was a wave of applause from the front.

Backstage, Rita Skeeter, a special reporter of the Daily Prophet, has eyes bright!

She must interview the child well, and even the headline on the front page tomorrow she has already thought about.

"Grindelwald-"Devil's Blood" conquer the magic summit!"

"Ok?"

Feeling this hard-won kindness, suddenly, Klein narrowed his eyes and turned his head calmly to look at somewhere.

But he didn't care too much about the feeling of being watched.

From Quirrell, Voldemort to Gilderro Lockhart, everyone who tried to calculate him ended up miserably...

"Okay, great."

Dumbledore was also applauding, but his thoughts were different from the others.

Looking at the teenager enjoying the cheers on the stage, his face had a heart-felt smile, and the vague shadow gradually merged with Klein's small figure.

Talking to himself, the old man was taken aback and suddenly remembered many things

"The invincible wand is just a joke, what do you mean?"

That day, the young man who had exposed his strength for the first time was playing with so many sacred artifacts that the wizard dreamed of.

"This world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray."

While chatting at the tea party, the boy rejected the cup of honey tea, his eyes flashing with an incomprehensible look.

"I know I can get everything, so I don't want to get anything.

I have nothing but everything."

When the basilisk became a hair ring, there was a moment of excitement in the boy's eyes, but after a blink of an eye, it became indifferent and calm again.

Dumbledore sighed quietly.

The child embarked on a path where no darkness can be seen and no light can be seen.

I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing...

But whether it is a good or a bad thing, it is not something he needs to consider now.

Urged by a group of old friends around him, Dumbledore took the mithril-decorated box and walked up to the high stage amid applause and cheers.

Seeing Dumbledore coming, Cornelius Fudge, who was beside Klein, looked stiff.

"Child, I was sorry last time. Congratulations, this is an honor you deserve."

Finally, the Minister whispered in a voice that could only be heard by himself and Klein, and quietly gave up the stage.

This is the internal affairs of the "Sir Merlin", and he, the Minister of Magic, has no right to intervene.

"Hehe, how are you feeling now?"

Holding the box and opening it in no hurry, Dumbledore smiled at Klein and joked.

"Okay."

Klein was not impatient, so he chatted with Dumbledore.

"Uh......"

Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be embarrassed.

He is willing to gossip with his students and talk about it.

But this time, he didn't come to power as the principal of Hogwarts...

"Ahem."

Assuming that he hadn't said those words, Dumbledore coughed and opened the box decorated with mithril and gems, revealing the golden medal lined with brocade.

"Klein Will Grindelwald, because of your contribution to the magic world, the "Sir Merlin" voted to grant you a first class medal!

Congratulations, you are now part of the Jazz Club."