The Harry Potter Show Teaser

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In this dark and gloomy black tower, there appeared a scene like a world-famous painting. An old man with white beard and white hair combed meticulously in fluttering white clothes was entangled with a man with dirty hair and beard. The old people standing together stood side by side, and at the same time looked up at a boy opposite them with a calm expression. The boy had orange hair, and the roots stood upright... Well, we have to admit, in this In the world, Mr. Isaac Newton still left a strong mark in history. For example, this kid, his hair conforms to the law of universal gravitation, because his whole body is surrounded by a giant stick protruding from the ceiling. His stone hand grasped his upper body, and a huge stone hand protruding from the pillar beside him grasped his legs. The whole person was hung upside down, and as long as he could hang down, it hung down.

"So I was opposed to this plan from the very beginning, and before we seriously discussed and reached any conclusions, the professor carried out the plan arbitrarily. When I received the news, the professor had already left Hogwarts. The cooperation is clearly unable to control the development of the situation..." Weiss glanced at Dumbledore, who was beside the old god, and said to Grindelwald in front of him: "Can you put me down? Hanging upside down I'm dizzy, I can't move my arms, I can't swing my wand, I can't cast the Restoring Charm."

"Albus, although I'm glad you've regained your youthful determination, but you actually entrusted your so-called 'future' to a few brats?" Grindelwald ignored Weiss, turned his head and said Said to Dumbledore on the side with an unusually weird expression.

"I'm old." Dumbledore just responded lightly: "And Gellert, if Serena Wes didn't really care about you, with your current body..."

"He just wanted to find out how I can cast spells without a stick, you cunning little brat!" Grindelwald snorted coldly, panting heavily and sat down indifferently.

"Anyway, I haven't found out yet, either you increase the output of magic power, or you increase the control of your own magic power, but either way, when you cast a spell without a wand, the moment your own magic power leaves the body, the magic power will definitely collapse. But I can't feel it on your body at all..." Weiss kept hanging upside down and said, "Tell me the reason! Then let me down! The palm of this stone is too tight!"

"Gellert has lived in this tower for 50 years..." Dumbledore said this, and looked at Grindelwald hesitantly.

"52 years." Grindelwald said calmly.

"...52 years, the tower is full of magic circles driven by his magic power and the magic power he has spilled over the years. You can think that this tower is him." Dumbledore smiled at Grindelwald, lightly Stepping on the ground: "here as long as he wants, he can."

"Old man, are you sure you are in jail?" Weiss looked at the old man sitting casually in surprise, even though he was panting heavily with a pale face.

"Boy, you can do it too." Panting heavily, Grindelwald was silent for a while, then looked up at Wes in mid-air.

"Old man, you think highly of me. At least I have to learn how to cast spells without a stick before considering the power. My eyes are dark about it now..." Weiss shook his head, but then showed a smug look: "Voldemort was so tricked into studying the structure of wands that he forgot about casting spells without a wand."

"No, you can." Dumbledore also shook his head, staring at Wes with a pair of deep blue eyes: "You have to remember, your origin."

"What's the origin? Let me down quickly, my head is a little congested!" Weiss shook his head violently, frowned and said loudly while struggling.

"Idiot! Your hometown! Sephilia! There's no need for a wand there!" Grindelwald yelled angrily, struggled to get up, and poked Wes' forehead with his dirty fingers.

"Huh? Sephilia?" Weiss stopped struggling instantly, allowing the old man to poke again and again, leaving dirty finger prints one after another.

"Although it's a bit strange for me to say this, but the 'No.1 wizard' in history must not know what a 'magic wand' is." Dumbledore took out his own wand and looked at it in a daze : "I don't know when, wizards began to pay more and more attention to magic wands, even to the point where they couldn't cast spells without a magic wand, so..."

"That's because there is less and less magic power in the world! As a professor at Hogwarts, you should have cared about or understood the fact that some 'squibs' are born every year in wizarding families! What's more, there are 'Mo...'... Forget it! You should know!" Grindelwald turned around sharply, stared at Dumbledore and interrupted him: "As for the wand, the wizard only needs a powerful one that belongs to him. Wand, then it can make his strength many times stronger! It can greatly reduce the smoothness of the magic power and the total amount of magic power he needs to release when he casts the spell!"

"No, Gellert, I'm not just talking about us." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, looking at Grindelwald quietly with his blue eyes: "Even if it's Hogwarts four founders, back then they all had their wands as if they were indispensable, and magic was not so scarce back then. And now, the natural magic of the whole world is not as great as you say 'Lack', as the headmaster of Hogwarts, I can see children from Muggle families looking forward to magic every year. These are the choices of the world, and the world cannot be denied because of some children without 'talent'. "

"..." Grindelwald just stared at Dumbledore, but didn't make a sound.

"Wait a minute, professor! Isn't it normal for humans, or intelligent races, to use tools?" Weiss vetoed Dumbledore's idea at this time: "Only one item is needed, just hold it in your hand It can double your magic power, this is something everyone knows how to choose, right?"

"Don't deny it, professor, for example, if you put Harry and Voldemort in a duel arena, a wand, a sword, an automatic rifle, and a button that can directly launch Infinity Dragon Slash as long as you press the switch, I think ha As long as Leigh still has reason, he will definitely choose the last one." Weiss said quickly when he saw that Dumbledore still wanted to speak.

"...Hahaha! Boy, you are more and more in line with my appetite!" Grindelwald was taken aback for a moment, then a hearty smile appeared on his shriveled face, and then he turned to look at Dumbledore Showing treachery and fun: "How about it! Albus! Wand... No! A powerful weapon is everyone's final choice!"

"...I was interrupted by the two of you before I finished." Dumbledore looked helplessly at Wes, who was talking freely, and Grindelwald, who looked like he was waiting to see a joke, and shook his head slightly. Cai said: "What I mean is, Weiss, you can quickly learn to 'cast without a wand', because your world doesn't have the concept of a 'magic wand'."

"Oh! Yes! The original topic is this! Kid! Learn to cast spells without a staff! Don't think that I will let you go down mercifully! I am Gellert Grindelwald!" Grindelwald suddenly As if waking up, he quickly turned back to stare at Weiss, and said with a smirk: "People always discover how great their potential is when life and death are at stake! So...Albus! Come, call the bonfire in my room ! Warm up our little master! It's very cold here at night!"

"...Old man! Are you serious? Professor Dumbledore?" Weiss was shocked by Grindelwald's words, and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Well, the night here is indeed a bit cold." But Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand, and the bonfire that was originally on the top of the tower appeared near the top of Wess' head in an instant.

"The fire is a little low, Albus, burn it!" Grindelwald said with a strange smile, as if he refused to let Weiss go.

"Old man! The first thing I'll do when I come down is to cut you into [-] shapes!" Weiss was blushed by Dumbledore's burning tongue, and he coughed endlessly due to the black smoke.

"Little devil! You have two paths now! One! The 'Reduction Curse' that a first-year little wizard knows! Two! Use your magic power to control the flame above your head!" Grindelwald raised two fingers and said with a smile He said: "In order to prevent your weird left arm, I used all the magic power to fix it very firmly! Don't even think about it!"

"Three! I used the 'Dragon Breaker' to blast this broken thing and your broken tower together!" Weiss coughed and roared: "Four! Use Animagus..."

"Oh, by the way, forget about your Animagus, wait a minute, I'll set up a magic circle that prohibits transformation." Dumbledore didn't wait for Wes to finish speaking, and quickly pulled out his wand, swiftly empty painting.

"...Dumbledore!" When Weiss reacted, the magic circle at the tip of Dumbledore's wand had already emitted a bright light. Obviously, it had been activated.

"Little devil! Respect the teacher!" Grindelwald slapped Weiss on the forehead with a smile: "Also, don't try to procrastinate! I think you know the consequences of procrastinating!"

1 minute passed...

Except for the crackling of the campfire, there was silence in the tower...

3 minute passed...

Except for the crackling of the bonfire and the rustling of the cloth when the two old men sat down, there was still silence...

10 minute passed...

Except for the crackling of the bonfire and Grindelwald's slight cough, the tower was still silent...

15 minutes, maybe 10 minutes passed, anyway, time is actually not an important thing in this tower...

"To be honest, I am very envious of that old guy Nicolas now." Grindelwald looked at Weiss, who had closed his eyes tightly since he said that sentence, and sighed: "If he Decades earlier, there was no such thing as the so-called Dark Lord."

"Then it's me who's locked up here, right?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "If there is no if, even if there is, he won't stay here for too long, and their family is like this in the records..."

"It's definitely not here, maybe it's Godric's Hollow..." Grindelwald coughed twice uncomfortably. The years of prison life may not have defeated the famous Dark Lord, but time, this invisible ray The spell, indeed, defeated him, and it was a complete defeat.

"Godric's Hollow... Aberforth must have a bad face..." Dumbledore's expression dimmed for a moment, obviously thinking of his family, his mother and sister, who have been sleeping there all year round cemetery.

"...So, I gave that child my mark." After a long silence, Grindelwald thought of a young man he met in the United States, an adult silent person.

"She's not silent, she's just a beautiful little girl who needs my brother's care, protection, love, purity, and simplicity." Dumbledore said in a low tone, and his clenched palms were crushed. His own fingernails spattered with blood.

"..."

"..."

"Smelly old man! Wait to die!" Just when the atmosphere between the two became more and more strange, Weiss suddenly roared, and then the two stone hands that were holding him tightly shattered.

"This is going to be a lot of fun, isn't it the 'Crushing Curse'?" Grindelwald stared dumbfounded at Wes, who got up from the pile of rubble, and muttered to himself.

"It's the 'Smash Curse'! Smash the obstacles and stride forward!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face: "It is because every child has this infinite possibility that I like to be a crazy old man. headmaster!"

"I said it! I will cut you into eighteen shapes!" Weiss smiled ferociously, quickly pulled out the sword from the stretch bag, and slowly approached the location of the two old people step by step, but He had just taken two steps when suddenly he heard a strange noise from the stone ceiling above his head.

"...Well, I seem to have done something wrong accidentally, Professor Dumbledore, please tell me clearly that this stone pillar is not a particularly important thing in this building, right?" Wei Wei Blinking his eyes, Si said subconsciously as he looked at the large pieces of rubble constantly falling from the ceiling and the growing cracks on the pillars beside him.

"...Didn't you leave any magic power to run the magic circles in the tower?" Dumbledore looked at the ceiling that had already started to collapse in just a few words, and looked at Grindelwald with a frown.

"Nonsense! This kid is more flexible than a monkey! I wasted a lot of magic power by catching him! And there are those two stone hands! How can I have magic power! Besides! Usually, when you come, you don't do all these things Is it?" Grindelwald roared bitterly: "I spent a lot of effort designing and building this tower back then! Albus! Quickly release the restoration spell! Restore it to its original state!"

"It's too late... Didn't you hear the heavy collapse sound?" Dumbledore shook his head with a sigh, and walked slowly towards the outside of the tower: "Since it was designed by you, why are you trapped in such a place?" Him? That's the only stone pillar for load-bearing?"

"Nonsense! I caught him right here! I didn't know he would use the 'Crushing Curse' directly! How can a little wizard cast such a powerful spell for the first time without a wand!" Grindelwald said casually. As Dumbledore left, he slammed Wes, who was passing by him, with raging anger rising in his eyes.

"Gellert, I have to say, the power of this spell is really small for their family." Dumbledore knocked away a stone that fell on his head with his wand, I said something back.

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"I can already predict the headlines of this week's "Daily Prophet", can't I, Professor Dumbledore?" Weiss patted the only one who was still standing upright. Stone wall, shook his head and sighed.

But no one responded behind him.

Weiss felt strange and looked back, and found that the two old men were standing side by side by the lake, and Grindelwald was looking around with a blank expression.

"Old man, are you stupid?" Weiss leaned over and poked Grindelwald's lower back with a curious expression.

"...the jungle, the mountain wall, the lake, the sunset..." Grindelwald just murmured.

"Isn't the old man stupid? Do you want me to support him for the rest of his life?" Weiss asked Dumbledore with a look of horror.

"He lived alone in that darkened tower for 50...52 years." Dumbledore just shook his head, looked at Grindelwald with a very complicated expression, and squeezed the wand in his hand from time to time Tight and loose.

"Someone is coming from the opposite side, should we hide? Use natural disasters and the like to prevaricate?" Weiss scratched his head and said, looking at the crowds on the opposite ferry.

"No need!" At this time, Grindelwald seemed to come back to his senses, and he waved his hand firmly and said firmly: "I can feel that they are my 'saints'!"

"Are you still going to do that?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his voice full of regret.

"What? With my rotten body? What can I do?" Grindelwald shook his head, looked down at his skinny hands, and laughed at himself.

...three 10 minutes later...

"Today, Dumbledore didn't come." Grindelwald spoke first when the group of old people rushed over with pilgrimage-like expressions.

"Yes! My lord!" A group of old people immediately responded with a full voice.

"I fought the imp, and the aftermath destroyed Nurmengard."

"Yes! My Lord!"

"I took advantage of Nurmengard's collapse and fled here."

"Yes! My Lord!"

"Hey! Old man! Don't frame me! This building is worth a lot at first glance! I won't pay for it!" Weiss yelled immediately when he heard this.

"Planted?" Grindelwald glanced back at Weiss, raised his eyebrows and said in a puzzled tone: "I didn't trap you with a spell?"

"...Yes..." Weiss' voice dropped instantly.

"You didn't use the spell to break free?" Grindelwald still raised his eyebrows.

"...There is..." Weiss' voice became lower and lower.

"Didn't Nurmengard collapse because of your spell?" Grindelwald's tone became lighter.

"...Yes, but..." Weiss scratched his head and made his final excuse, but was interrupted unfortunately.

"No, but! Anyway, this building belongs to me, and I don't need you to pay for it!" Grindelwald waved his hand, and said boldly... Well, if it weren't for him, he also had a head of white ash on his head, this posture is quite bold.

It is also worth mentioning that Dumbledore is still white-robed and bearded, without any dust, unlike these two mud monkeys.

"Don't ask me to pay, that's up to you..." Weiss waved his hands indifferently, sat down on the spot, patted his chest and panted heavily.

"Finally!" Grindelwald looked around at the same old man with white beard and hair, and nodded vigorously: "Enjoy your life!"

"My lord..."

"Before I think of a plan to conquer this world, this is a rare time for you to rest!"

"Yes! My Lord!"

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"Weiss, before you leave, come and try my wand. Didn't you agree to choose a powerful wand just now?" Dumbledore stopped Wes, who was about to leave with the ship, and he would hold it tightly. handed over his wand.

"Albus?" Grindelwald said in surprise, then saw Dumbledore's empty right arm, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Ah, actually the wand is nothing to me." Weiss shrugged, although he didn't understand what Dumbledore meant, he took it anyway.

In an instant, the surface of the lake that was still blown by the breeze was completely still, and the waves seemed to have stopped hitting the gravel by the lake, and Weiss' magic power seemed extraordinarily heavy.

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Gives me a feeling of a demon knife." Weiss smacked his mouth twice, squinting his eyes and staring at the wand in his hand: "Magic wand? Demon knife?"

"Then..." Dumbledore still smiled.

"But I hate it," Weiss said, shaking his head.

"Huh?" Dumbledore asked softly as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Well, I hate it." Weiss nodded solemnly and handed the wand back.

"Why? Is it not powerful enough?" Grindelwald suddenly wondered.

"No, it's much stronger than this one." Seeing that Dumbledore didn't intend to accept it, Weiss pulled out the sandalwood wand from the hilt of his sword, and compared the two together. Then he shook his head and handed it out and said, "But I just hate it intuitively."

"That's right..." Dumbledore took the Elder Wand from Wes with a strange expression, and whispered to himself.

"Yes, my father told me to trust the instinct of the swordsman." Weiss shook the sandalwood wand in his hand and said briskly: "And your beard is still very useful."

(End of this chapter)