Chapter 1379 Is About to Start

Harry choked and nodded.

He stuffed the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione, then looked at the Time Converter on his chest, his eyes dazed for a moment.

"What should I do with this Time Converter, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry leaned close to Dumbledore's ear and asked softly, asking for the wisdom of the greatest wizard of our time again.

"It's not the one Professor Braine gave me--"

"Is that so--"

Dumbledore paused in his panting voice, stared at the Time Converter stained with Harry's blood for a few seconds, then looked up at the wizards in the bar, as if looking for a suitable entrustor for this Time Converter.

But in the end, he didn't name anyone.

"Let me keep it. It's a trouble--"

Dumbledore said softly,

"I can take it to the grave."

Harry showed resistance, he knew what Dumbledore meant by trouble.

Sooner or later, someone, perhaps Delphi, would pry open his grave for this Time Converter.

But at the same time, Harry also knew that Dumbledore's decision was wise.

They must ensure the safety of this time converter, so that the future will be established and time will not be disrupted.

No matter how greedy the grave robbers are, they dare not disturb Albus Dumbledore's peace, except Delphi.

"It's decided, Harry--"

Without waiting for Harry to speak, Dumbledore took the time converter from his hand and tremblingly stuffed it into his robe.

Some wizards from the Ministry of Magic present remained silent.

"Gale--"

Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald, who was holding Dumbledore's other hand, nodded silently. He waved his wand at Harry and Dumbledore in his left hand, and then the two floated up.

Considering Dumbledore's current physical condition, they did not cross the wilderness very fast.

Compared with the past, the situation was just the opposite.

Late at night, Hogsmeade was brightly lit and crowded, while Hogwarts was plunged into darkness.

They flew over the wilderness and approached Hogwarts. Looking up, the island of Avalon that covered the night was frightening, and the three giant pillars and the Whomping Willow that supported the sky and the earth were awe-inspiring.

"What about the island in the sky, Professor Dumbledore, and the monsters?"

Harry asked worriedly.

If this problem is not solved, they will never be able to return to Hogwarts. Otherwise, if the giant pillars collapse one day and the island overturns, it will be the end.

"Don't worry, Harry, Amosta will solve this problem."

Dumbledore said.

The cyan barrier emits fluorescence to dilute the deep darkness.

Inside the barrier, thousands of monsters are imprisoned.

Perhaps because there is no life nearby, these monsters controlled by death did not show the tyranny in the daytime, but quietly hibernated everywhere.

Grindelwald didn't know what spell he used. In short, after they passed through the barrier, they did not cause the monsters to be restless, and they still stayed quietly in place.

In the black lake, which was only a mud pit, several Titans were huddled inside. In the castle with tall towers, bone dragons built nests on the top of the towers.

Harry felt uncomfortable when he thought that there might be several monsters with decayed souls huddled on his four-poster bed.

"Go to my office first, Gale--"

Dumbledore said.

So they flew over the only tall ball ring standing on the Quidditch field and headed to the small tower where the headmaster's office was.

Grindelwald threw a silver light to quietly deal with a strange-looking bird curled up on the sofa, and then fired a ball of light into the air to illuminate the dark office.

This place was a mess as expected.

The alchemy tools that were originally everywhere in the room were overturned, and the ground was full of broken glass and decorations.

On the wall behind the headmaster's desk, a row of picture frames were all empty, and the headmasters of all generations had run to take refuge elsewhere.

But Harry could still hear a slight snoring. He looked around cautiously and found that it was the sound of the Sorting Hat on the shelf behind the office.

"Oh, it will be fine, Harry, don't worry about it--"

Seeing that Harry seemed to be planning to take the Sorting Hat away, Dumbledore said that he was already exhausted and every second of wakefulness was precious to him.

"Excuse me, Harry--"

Dumbledore pointed to a box that fell from the bookshelf with his eyes,

"Gryffindor's sword, maybe I should call it the Broken Steel Sword, take it away--"

Harry didn't understand what Dumbledore muttered, but he still obediently stepped over the ruins and ran to pick up the Sword of Gryffindor.

The darkness could not erode it, and the Sword of Gryffindor in the box was still shining.

"I still don't know why it is the key, but it doesn't matter, Amosta will know, let's take it away--"

Dumbledore said, and Harry nodded and hugged the Sword of Gryffindor that had helped him fight the basilisk.

"You lead the way next, Harry. I don't feel like talking any more--"

Dumbledore smiled tiredly.

"Second floor--"

Harry swallowed his saliva and said to the taciturn Grindelwald.

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He was a little nervous when facing Grindelwald.

Under Harry's guidance, they soon arrived at the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

The sound of water dripping into the puddle from time to time made the girls' bathroom even quieter.

Harry looked around but did not find the ghost of Myrtle.

Although it was two and a half years ago, Harry did not hesitate and accurately found the gargoyle engraved with snake patterns.

He looked back at Dumbledore behind him, and Dumbledore gave him an encouraging look.

Harry pursed his lips, and his emotions were churning.

Now, he knew why he could use Parseltongue.

Hiss——

The evil whisper awakened the ancient magic, and when the milky white halo dissipated, a wide hole appeared in front of the three people.

"Quick——"

Dumbledore said, panting weakly.

Harry was a little worried that the pit left by Slytherin would be blocked by the vibration during the day. After all, the entire Hogwarts Castle was full of cracks.

But it turned out that he was overthinking. They successfully reached the deep underground, the large room shrouded in strange green light.

The past events were vivid in Harry's mind. When he returned to the old place, he could not help but feel a lot of emotions.

It was only two or three years ago, but it seemed as if twenty years had passed.

But Harry quickly got rid of his emotions and pointed to the mouth of the ugly Slytherin statue,

"It's right there."

After passing through a corridor paved with rat bones, Harry stepped into the mysterious cave again.

The darkness in the campus did not invade this place. This underground cave was clean and warm, and the Gubler fairy fires reflected every detail here.

There was no need for Harry to point the way again, Grindelwald had already sensed something.

He took Harry and Dumbledore to fly to the door that had been closed for a thousand years. After a thousand years, it will be opened tonight.

The lifelike statue of Slytherin still sat in front of the door, looking at the people of later generations with a proud look.

"Only those with pure blood can open the door."

Dumbledore tried to stand up straight, whispered the words on the door, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

When he saw this passage, he had a premonition in his heart

What is more difficult than finding all of Voldemort's Horcruxes is to let Voldemort have a child so that the blood of Slytherin can be passed down.

He really had no idea about this, but he didn't expect that Amostar could do it.

"Come on, I want to see the wisdom of the four great founders of Hogwarts"

Dumbledore couldn't open the cork by himself, so he could only give the bottle to Harry.

Harry took the bottle, took a deep breath and prepared to splash all the blood on it, but Dumbledore stopped him,

"Oh, don't waste it Harry, I believe a little bit is enough, Amostar still has a problem that needs this blood to solve"

Harry had to touch the bottle with his wand, and a drop of bright red blood flew up from the bottom of the bottle, trembling, and slowly approached the rough stone door under the focused eyes of the three people.