[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Dumbledore raised his eyes and glanced at Voldemort. He did not hesitate in his hand movements. Life once again lit up his withered right hand. This time he reached out to the unconscious Tom's body——

But a wand stepped forward and pressed firmly against Dumbledore's back. Voldemort's ritual seemed to have no effect on the elder wand's success - Grindelwald leaned over, his strange-colored eyes They looked at each other through the invisible barrier and the slightly widened blue eyes in shock behind the round glasses, and calmly uttered the spell: "Quick confinement."

It was hard to tell what complicated and indistinguishable emotions flashed through Dumbledore's eyes at that moment, but Grindelwald looked directly at him and even smiled at him.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, as if he wanted to sigh, or as if some spell was already on the tip of his tongue. But Grindelwald moved faster, and the Elder Wand poked Dumbledore with more force, accompanied by his spell: "Lock the tongue and seal the throat."

He even added "the strength is relieved and the strength is exhausted", and calmly watched the bound and gagged Dumbledore slowly slide down in embarrassment against the invisible barrier at the edge of the magic circle.

"Look," the old devil smiled gracefully at Dumbledore, "the world is burning."

Voldemort, who melted even more in the center of the magic circle, had a few blood bubbles popping up on his body, as if he was laughing.

Tom Crow was simply dumbfounded as he watched all these changes happen at lightning speed. He was a little hesitant to give Grindelwald a heart-warming slap - anyway, he was the one who was grabbed by Grindelwald's wings and pressed to his chest - but He also felt that with the old devil's temperament, he probably wouldn't want to side with Voldemort.

As soon as he tentatively retracted his claws and prepared to kick out, the old devil roughly picked him up and shook him.

"What's the rush?" Grindelwald spoke to him in a much colder tone, "The fire has not yet reached its peak."

"...What fire?" Tom Crow asked him tentatively.

"Fire for stewing," Grindelwald said arrogantly, nudging Voldemort's chin at the center of the magic circle, where Voldemort had melted to the lower half. Those golden threads were still working very hard to pull out the soul pieces from the vertices of the hexagram. The same stuff was added in, but of course nothing was dragged out from the crow, and Tom was not about to let a hole in his intellectual robes, and was trying to digest it. "Isn't that boy stewing himself into gravy?"

For a moment, Tom felt that he might not be interested in sticky broth for the rest of his life.

Although Grindelwald said he was not in a hurry, the movements of his hands did not stop. He first deftly used the Elder Wand to find out the magic circle, flicked it in the arms of the unconscious Harry, and brought in an invisibility cloak with a sheen like running water - when the invisibility cloak entered the magic circle, The entire formation shook violently, and the skeletons and giant snakes breathing black smoke in mid-air turned their gazes over at the same time. Even the empty skulls' eyes seemed to reveal deep resentment.

"What are you looking at?" The old devil looked back calmly, "Go on and add more firewood. You can't stop your ceremony anyway."

In response, the giant snake exhaled a strong black breath of fear and resentment, and barely stabilized the ritual plate.

Grindelwald looked at the last bit of Voldemort slowly melting away in the center of the magic circle, turning a blind eye to the growing malice and pressure brewing from all directions.

"listen."

Tom knew this was meant for him.

"A demon king who has defeated the enemy he hit and is performing a sublimation ceremony, plus an anchor of the god of death," Greenwald said, throwing the invisibility cloak into the flesh and blood mixture in the center of the magic circle, leaving them alone Together they exploded into magical sheen of different colors. "It should be enough as fuel." He said, taking out the Resurrection Stone from his arms and throwing it in. Countless ghost claws protruded from the black stone and tore Voldemort violently. The transformed flesh and blood also caused ripples in the flesh and blood paste, which in turn involved the Resurrection Stone - the entire magic circle made an overwhelmed creaking sound as the anchors clashed.

Dumbledore, who fell limply to the ground, struggled to make an inarticulate voice: "No..."

"If that's not enough," the old devil picked up the crow, looked at it levelly, and said in a very cold voice, "Albus and I are here too, and we are also happy to burn."

The principal's expression didn't look like he was happy... Tom kicked his legs nervously in mid-air, and then he felt a sense of anxiety that he was about to take a surprise test in the next class but he hadn't had time to make up for it— - No matter how many assumptions he had made before, even if Grindelwald didn't interfere, he still planned to occupy the magpie's nest and Voldemort's ritual... But when things came to pass, those messy emotions still came to his mind - and then he was magically He skillfully stuck to the "wall of sighs" and forced him to calm down.

"My anchor!" Tom asked quickly, trying to get Grindelwald's guidance. "My anchor is not ready yet!"

And now the fuel is different from what he expected! Voldemort was burning with fear and resentment, and the characteristics he had mutated from the Dementors were still somewhat relevant... But now the anchor of Death was also thrown in - he had finally purged the Death Qi. Out! His magic power can simulate death... but he very much doubts that the thing being mixed into the sublimation ritual is the conspiracy of some guy who has a god descending on the body of a big black dog!

It’s one thing to owe God a favor, but it’s another thing to be someone else’s god!

Besides, if Grindelwald and Dumbledore were added to this... the properties of "firewood" would be so complicated that it would be like a hodgepodge!

If fuel could be added randomly, there would be no need for Voldemort to collect it so hard.

Grindelwald looked at him as if he were looking at a troll who had passed the "T" level.

"You-fucking-now-tell me-you're not ready?!" Every word he said was squeezed out from between his teeth.

If you're not ready, why don't you go back to Gryffindor Tower and come to the Ministry of Magic to join in the fun!

"Don't tell me what you have prepared," Grindelwald said patiently when Voldemort had to divert his attention to destroy the anchor of Death and they still had extra time, "You just think you can still Whatever you need me to do—but quickly!”

Grindelwald sped up his speech: "For example, you, the Dark Lord of British origin, in the ritual, the 'resurrection body' is the shaping flesh, the 'hit enemy sees the system' is the anchoring bone, and the 'one part' is the anchoring bone. Seven Souls' is the Blood of Bonding... His theme is fear and hatred, and then I just threw in the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak of Invisibility - what do these two rituals have in common?"

"Uh... destiny... and life and death?" Tom answered while thinking in his mind: Magic power should be counted as the blood of connection, and the robe of knowledge should be regarded as the skeleton or the flesh? Let’s talk about his robe of knowledge... He can’t even open the doors in the Time Corridor inside! Is it really possible with the current shallow stock? And what about those wizard "anchors" imbued with his magic? In terms of "meat", what form will he be in then? As for "bones"... who could dismantle the bones into such tiny pieces?

"Hold on to this. Unless you sublimate in a particularly remote direction, the fuel can be used." Grindelwald said that he did not add fuel randomly, "So think quickly! What else do you need for your anchor?"

He still needs...what else does he need...

"I need time!" Tom blurted out.

"I'll fight for it." Grindelwald said unambiguously, and threw the Elder Wand at the Voldemort-branded flesh that was inseparable from the other two anchors of Death - Tom struggled to break away and broke away. He grabbed Grindelwald's hand, stretched out his head and took it in his mouth.

"I need this!" he said vaguely.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes at him, but didn't waste time questioning it.

"No matter what you want to do," the old devil said flatly, "it's best to do it quickly." He said, reaching out and pressing Dumbledore's shoulder.

"My dear beautiful friend," he said to Dumbledore, his tone was very affectionate, but his movements to suppress Dumbledore did not relax at all. "Stop doing unnecessary things. I once told you that with or without you, I will always set the world on fire."

Dumbledore, who barely broke free from the spell but was suppressed, turned pale. He closed his eyes in pain and said, "No."

"You're right." Grindelwald unexpectedly admitted.

"I have been locked in a small place for these years with nothing to do. Sometimes I even talk to you in my imagination. I thought hard and finally figured it out." Grindelwald lowered his head and looked at the light blue under the skin of Dumbledore's old neck. "With or without you and me, the world is always burning."

He moved closer to Dumbledore's ear, a distance that would allow him to touch the soft, almost invisible hairs on his skin.

But he didn't come any closer.

"We," the old devil whispered to him with a smile, "we are just adding fire to this world."

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

He really burned up, and golden flames rose from his body... That was the flame of the phoenix!

"I said, no!" Dumbledore opened his eyes, real anger shining in his eyes, "I no longer want to think about your ideas or plans, I just want you to stay away from my students. Son!"

"Tom! Come here!" He stretched out his hand to the crow behind Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was forced to move away, but he just looked at the center of the magic circle calmly.

The flesh-and-blood polymer fighting against the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak seemed to have won. The fleshy mud was churning and rising slowly, and a skinless humanoid monster poured out of it like water, staring with blood-red eyes. Look at them.

But no one present seriously thought that Voldemort had won the victory - you must know that before, Dumbledore had to rely on the aura of life and death to cover up the invisible barriers between the various sections of the magic circle, and Grindelwald also relied on the old devil to do this Death's anchor broke the opening to cause trouble, but just now the old devil directly passed through the original barrier and held down Dumbledore...

Even if Voldemort were to win for a moment, it would probably be a tragic victory to the point where the magic circle could no longer be controlled.

"Your ritual can't go on anymore, right?" the old devil said with a smile, glancing at the golden threads that were still trying to pull the soul piece out of the crow's body, "but you still have another way."

The scarlet eyes of the skinned monster also fell on the crow.

"It's you." Its voice was also very calm, "My little boy... I underestimated you."

"Repent," Dumbledore said with sad eyes, "You still have the possibility of reincarnation!"

Voldemort didn't take the time to see his old professor. No matter how out of control, the remaining ritual power could just be used to trap Dumbledore for a while.

"I will fall..." it murmured, "I will become the fire..." It squirmed and opened its body, revealing the looming center of the fight, "Come here, boy. It's your turn to bear my expectations." Just like I promised you when we first met..."

Grindelwald said nothing, only silently waiting for Tom's choice.

Dumbledore's body erupted with more intense golden flames. The bursting flames spun like a drill. As soon as they drilled a small hole in the invisible barrier, they stretched and turned into sharp arrows, aiming towards Voldemort who had opened the door. Shoot away.

When Grindelwald was talking to Voldemort, Tom's mind was already spinning rapidly. First, as someone who has long been designated as Voldemort's failed possessor, he will definitely not believe Voldemort's nonsense that it is his turn to bear the burden of expectations; second, he needs the fuel and formation here, and he also needs time. There was "time" in the hall - yes, the time he told Grindelwald he needed was literal time - but he was at his wits' end...

Eh? its not right? He is a clone now!

Tom Crow fluttered his wings twice. That's right, he is in a clone state now!

So when Dumbledore went to attack Voldemort, he grabbed the Elder Wand with his claws, and then with a thought, the magic power immediately changed its properties, imitating the intertwined state of death and vitality, half wrapping the crow's body, and half Wrapped around the hiding corpse—

The zombie puppet, which became more and more flexible, rushed into the magic circle with a bear, hugged Tom's unconscious body, and rushed straight to the center of the magic circle without raising his head!

The crow flapped its wings and used magic power to break through the magic circle, and then apparated and landed in the Time Hall - thankfully, his magic mist had filled the Ministry of Magic very efficiently. This saved him a lot of time on the road. After all, his body was only protected by a corpse soaked in magic. He was not sure how long he could last...

"Time..." The crow hovered in mid-air, and the magic power around it violently tore apart all the hourglasses in the time hall. Golden gravel and colorful bright lights burst all over the room, and then were trapped one by one by the magic mist. .

The next moment, the crow hugged time and broke through the space again. The good news is that he fell directly into the magic circle. The bad news is that time and space seem to have undergone some subtle changes, causing everything in the magic circle to be wonderfully distorted:

The skinned Voldemort switched back and forth between the old, middle-aged and young figures, and was reaching out to him: "Come to me, boy... bear everything on my back..."

The voice of Dumbledore, who was burning with phoenix fire, was suddenly far and near: "All curses are -" Then he was pressed hard into the arms of Grindelwald, who was burning with fierce fire, interrupting his spell.

"Go." Grindelwald looked at him, already understanding what time he was talking about. The old devil's eyes flashed with joy, holding his old friend in his arms, blue and golden flames intertwined, ignoring Dumbledore's roar: "Gellert Grindelwald! You can't stop me! "

The old devil laughed out loud: "Then go to the past that Albus cannot stop!"

The crow lowered his head and pecked open the eyebrows of his body, blood splattered out. He felt that the connection between himself and his body was getting closer, and his soul felt like it was about to fly back, so he started the ceremony with confidence:

"With knowledge as the context, magic as the source... history as the coat..." The crow slapped the Elder Wand on his body with one paw, "The sun and the moon have passed away, but I am the eternal one!"

At that moment, the world was changing.

In an instant, Tom saw that everything had lost its form, and there were only colorful threads of various colors intricately intertwined between the sky and the earth. The consciousness in my mind swelled, and another weak consciousness bounced away - that was Chirp!

That weak and frightened consciousness struggled briefly, and was soon washed away by the turbulent time, swelling and twisting into some invisible giant...

It does feel somewhat familiar.

Tom soon had no time to care about him. His magic mist, robe of knowledge, and gravel of time all melted together, but these all seemed so weak and helpless under the wash of the long river of time, as if he was going to be swallowed up in the next moment. By myself.

His reserves weren't enough to deal with...

Tom seemed to be huddled on a small rock, and some sporadic light fragments tumbled out of the long river of time and space hit him like gravel, partly keeping him awake and partly blending into him slightly.

He struggled to identify them, and they were all fragments of knowledge brought by the wizards who were imbued with his magic power.

Yes...that's right...in order to solve the reserve problem, he brought the Elder Wand...

As he remembered, the elder wand appeared in his consciousness, and his consciousness mixed with magic hooked it... "Take me..." He said to his anxious magic. ,"position!"

The world has changed again.

This time he saw invisible gas and magic particles, as well as tangible flesh and matter.

He realized that he was curling up weakly and hiding deep in a certain consciousness, and his magic power was secretly eroding the magic power of this body and robbing this body of knowledge.

The body was bending down, breaking off a branch from an elder tree on the shore, and handing it to one of the three uneasy young people opposite.

"This is what you want, a wand that can always help the master win in a duel," the body's voice was low, but Tom could see that the threads on his body were gradually disconnected one by one, "A wand that conquers A wand worthy of the wizard of death.”

Invisible mist wrapped around the newly born Elder Wand. As the eldest of the three brothers took over the wand, Tom, who felt a little stronger, followed the magic and silently infected him.

Tom smiled. Very good, just as he planned, he has enough time to have enough anchors, and he has enough patience to welcome the future reunion with a new attitude...