Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 238 Grindelwald's Teachings

Draco couldn't help but feel a little surprised when a character who should have only existed in childhood anecdotes suddenly appeared in front of him.

What made it particularly difficult for him to adjust to was Professor Dumbledore.

The greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts actually had a close first-name relationship with the most feared Dark wizard before the Dark Lord.

"S...Does Professor Snape know? That you arranged such a course?" Draco asked with a mixture of panic and curiosity.

"This is between him and me, Draco." Dumbledore still just smiled faintly.

While the two were talking, Grindelwald stretched out his right palm into the air and a fireball suddenly turned into white smoke floating in the stone chamber.

A cold wind began to blow in through the stone windows, and Draco had to hug his cloak tighter to him.

Grindelwald looked at him as if judging something, then said softly, "My Occlumency is already like an intuitive reaction, but I still lack experience, and my Legilimency needs to be improved.

However, it is rare for someone at this age to practice spiritual magic like this."

This was the first time Draco heard him speak in complete sentences.

This confirmed more deeply that Greenwood's voice seemed to have a kind of magic in itself, with a melody that would make people intoxicated by it without even noticing.

Draco could only concentrate his mind and listen to Professor Dumbledore speak:

"Professor Snape's lessons in the past few years were intended to teach you how to protect yourself effectively. As for us, we want to teach you—"

"What is the most effective magic to protect the ones you love?"

Grindelwald took over before Dumbledore finished speaking, and at the same time, motioned Draco to hand over the wand to him.

Draco was a little unsure and looked at Dumbledore.

After all, he is a legendary dark wizard, and one is not sure what the consequences will be if one hands the wand to him.

Even though he had just demonstrated that he could fully cast spells without a wand.

After Dumbledore silently conveyed the message of "don't worry", Draco hesitated and handed over his wand.

Grindelwald took it, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then let the wand slip from his fingertips.

The heels tapped gracefully, a dance move that Draco was familiar with, from Austria.

At the same time, he opened his hand slightly and pulled with his wand, lightly pulling out a black fire snake on the stone slab beside the three people, which gradually became a circle along the arc.

Draco could only suppress his fear and stand beside Dumbledore.

Looking at the headmaster standing there, he also watched his wand dancing on Grindelwald's slender fingertips, as if responding to Grindelwald's magic.

Just as Draco was staring in fascination, a soft silver light suddenly emanated from the stone chamber.

A phoenix guardian leaped out from the top of Dumbledore's wand and fluttered in the spreading black fire.

Wherever it passed, the black poisonous fire was sprinkled with silver-white light, which transformed into a soft lavender flame.

The two of them circled their wands rhythmically, and their eyes met each other's at every moment when the spells blended and staggered, and their eyes sparkled brightly.

In Draco's eyes, the process of casting a spell was like a dance between two dancing partners with perfect tacit understanding.

It was as if they had instantly returned to their carefree youth, still fascinated by each other's magical talents, and still trying to make the other's arrogance succumb to their own.

But at the same time, there was a sense of regret and remorse in their crossed eyes.

Then, there is more cherishing - cherishing that there is still such an opportunity for the two to relive their old dreams.

When the fire snake formed a circle, the phoenix suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a purple ring of fire to warm the three people.

Draco was speechless before the spell they performed.

For the first time, I realized that two completely different spells could be combined into one.

It was also the first time that I discovered that the guardian spell symbolizing love could be combined with black magic to create such a moving poem and painting.

Although the spell did not have any obvious effect, Draco, who was in the middle of it, knew very well that if anyone triggered the power of the spell at this moment, they might not end up comfortably.

From childhood to adulthood, Draco was always rigorous in learning magic, but he also carried the pride of the Malfoy family, believing that no magic could stump him.

But this was the first time that the orphan girl from the Malfoy family felt a little timid in the face of an unimaginable spell.

"Is this... the spell you want me to learn?" Draco asked with a hint of reservation.

Professor Dumbledore once again gave an encouraging smile, but Grindelwald simply laughed out loud.

He pulled his wand upwards, and a ring of purple fire disappeared into the ground.

As he handed the hawthorn wand back to Draco, he spoke proudly.

"This is the mantra we want you to transcend."

-

Around the same time, in the Gryffindor common room.

Ron and Hermione were explaining the rules of public spaces to the freshmen, and Neville, under the guidance of Fred and George, was trying to eat some memory-enhancing candy.

Harry hid alone in the dormitory, his left hand pressing on the back of his right hand, suppressing the bloodstain left by the quill in Umbridge's office that read "I cannot lie."

At the same time, he stared at the edge of the live map.

I don't know why, but when I saw Dumbledore's name, I felt an inexplicable hatred and anger. (I'm still irritable even after Voldemort took over my brain, but I'm getting better soon)

The whites of his eyes, staring at the map, slowly became bloodshot.

Not long ago, he watched Draco and Dumbledore walk out of Snape's office and towards the edge of the campus.

Since then, Harry has been stubbornly staying in front of the map, wanting to witness the moment when the two return to school.

He just stared at the map angrily until Ron walked into the dormitory half an hour later.

Harry greeted Ron perfunctorily, and when he realized that Ron seemed afraid of angering him, he sneered and fell asleep.

The evil beast in my heart grew even more under the pressure of the feather pillow.

Since when did Dumbledore start to look down on me? (It has nothing to do with me. The original novel was also irritable at this time, for many reasons. I'll say it again soon.)