Settle at Hogwarts

"Mr. Grindelwald, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"Oh, yes. Although there are still a few years until the time we agreed on, I can't wait any longer!" Grindelwald said casually.

Tabor smiled, but in his heart he felt that Dumbledore's guess was most likely correct.

"Actually, I don't mind a little earlier, but I have no interest in dropping out of Hogwarts. So what will you do? Keep sending people to catch me?"

Grindelwald stared at the young face in the mirror, with uncontrollable madness in his eyes: "If I can't get it, I will choose to destroy it. Whether it's you or those Muggles."

Tabor rubbed his forehead. Even through the mirror, he could feel that Grindelwald was about to be driven crazy by Dumbledore.

"Aren't you saying it's for the greater good? Does destroying Muggles really benefit wizards?"

"Haha, why do you think he is more correct than me? What are the remarks of a betrayer?" Grindelwald's expression showed a bit of sarcasm.

Tabor shook his head: "To be honest, I have no ambition to change the world. In my opinion, how the world develops has its own laws. It is easier to strengthen oneself than to change others. However, you feel numb If the melon is really destroyed, will wizards still exist? You must know that there are not many pure-blood wizards in the wizarding world now, and many wizards have Muggle relatives. And the blood inheritance of most pure-blood families is very difficult, and wizards will become more and more difficult. Come less and less, and you will eventually be destroyed.”

Grindelwald did not refute directly. When he looked at Tubo again, he felt more appreciative in his madness.

"You may be right, but so what? These are things for the future. The most important thing is that after there are no Muggles, even if there are only a few wizards left, we will be able to occupy the entire planet and perform freely. Use magic to explore ruins everywhere openly. Even reaching the level of the legendary wizards, as powerful as gods and with endless life."

Tabor's eyes were a little blurry, and the beautiful blueprint drawn by Grindelwald appeared in his mind unconsciously.

Dumbledore said nothing, just stared closely.

"I have to say, it's really tempting! It's a pity that you saw it yourself, your failure, right?"

Grindelwald smiled: "Failure? Have I failed too few times over the years? If my failure can change the world, I will not hesitate to sacrifice everyone, including myself."

Tabor didn't know whether what Grindelwald said was true or false, but he felt a sense of regret in his heart.

Compared to Voldemort, the terrorist who was so afraid of death that he cut himself into several parts, this one is the one who really wants to change the world.

"Unfortunately, I have no interest in any of this. If the people you send can't defeat Professor Dumbledore, it's better not to let them come to feed the dementors in Azka's class. Goodbye!"

After Tubo finished speaking, he threw the double-sided mirror directly back into Dumbledore's box.

"Professor, it seems that your guess is right! Grindelwald found out that you were the one who defeated him, so he never came to the UK. Now that he sees me, he wants to capture me, or even destroy me. This is really... ...."

Dumbledore said calmly: "You are moved."

Tabor nodded and did not hide anything. Through repeated contacts, he had already discovered that it was difficult for him to hide his thoughts in front of Dumbledore, so it was better to be more frank.

"Such a world would be really good for wizards, if it didn't cost hundreds of millions of Muggle lives."

Dumbledore asked the house elf to clear away his tableware, then put the small box containing the double-sided mirror away before taking out his wand.

"Since you are not in a hurry to go to class, then..."

Tubo cast a spell directly on Dumbledore before he could finish speaking.

Compared to the training environment at Dumbledore's house, in a place like Hogwarts where Apparition cannot be used, Tubber clearly has an advantage in combat.

After the sparring session, Dumbledore was taken away by the Phoenix.

Tabor took a short rest, then turned on the time converter and returned to ten minutes before class.

Tabor, who was obsessed with studying, didn't know if Grindelwald continued to send people to arrest him. Anyway, he didn't find anyone in the school who shouldn't be in Hogwarts.

However, outside of Transfiguration class, Dumbledore was almost nowhere to be seen.

This seemed to indirectly indicate that their battle was getting more intense.

The time soon came for Slytherin's Quidditch team selection. As an old player, Tabor also went to fly around the field, and then quietly waited for the challenge from the new players.

Abraxas is already in his seventh year, and he is planning to hand over the captaincy of the Slytherin Quidditch team to Zane this semester.

This made Zane feel very happy, and he kept hovering at the highest point of the court, hoping to pick out a few good seeds.

"Tub, what do you think of that?"

He smiled helplessly at Abraxas beside him: “Your early abdication seems to be too exciting for Zane.”

Abraxas looked at the little snakes flying in the sky and curled his lips slightly: "This is a good thing. I should be glad that he is here, so that I can retreat early and prepare for the advanced wizard level exam with peace of mind."

"Tuber!"

Tabor didn't waste any more time, got on the broom and rushed straight towards Zane.

After completing the selection of new team members and assigning everyone's position, Tabor slowly floated down from the air.

As soon as he landed, he saw a tall man standing in the shadows outside the Quidditch pitch.

"Hagrid?"

"Oh, hello! Senior Prince."

Tabor looked at Hagrid and felt that he had grown taller than before.

"Why are you here alone? Who bullied you?"

Hagrid shook his head quickly, but the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably.

"I, I'm fine, no one bullied me."

Tabor tried to ignore Hagrid's somewhat foul height and treat him as a real 11-year-old.

"So, why are you hiding here and crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Hagrid's face turned red and he said in a low voice.

"I just crushed a broom and broke it during the flying class. It was fine in the first class, although it didn't fly. Today I finally managed to get the broom to respond, but it broke immediately. Me, woo woo!"

As if he had found someone to talk to, Hagrid could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart.

"I, wuwuwu!! Maybe I shouldn't be here. I can't learn those things at all. I knocked over the cauldron in the first potion class."