"Little brat! I…"
The fat man rushed over.
He wanted to grab Black.
He would beat him up first.
Then, he thought about whether to sell it to others or directly slaughter it for meat.
As for the little girl, hehe…
As for Blake's wand?
Haha.
A wand in the hands of an eleven-year-old child.
It was not even as threatening as a toothpick.
The toothpick was even more painful.
"Kacha! Boom!"
Blake decisively activated the Weather Spell!
In the next second.
The lightning that filled the sky struck down fiercely!
"Ah!"
Huge lightning bolts danced like wild snakes.
He directly pushed it across the street!
No matter who it was.
As long as they were surrounding Blake and the other two.
They were directly electrocuted until they were charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
Even if there were some outlaws.
He had rich combat experience.
He released the Armor Charm in time.
But…
Blake was proficient in the best weather spells!
It was equivalent to maxing out the Weather Spell.
With the addition of many talents.
In addition, the magic wand in his hand had doubled the power of the spell…
How could he block the Armor Curse that was cast in a hurry?
Hence…
Except for the curly-haired girl who was standing next to Black.
The rest of them were lying on the ground, twitching and charred…
As for the dark Magi who had been watching the show from afar.
All of them immediately turned around.
Then, he slipped away as if nothing had happened.
……
The curly-haired girl was unharmed.
However, in her beautiful curly hair…
There were still many tiny strands of hair.
It stood upright because of the powerful lightning just now.
"Cough cough…when robbing, it's normal for the other party to resist.”
"I just need to beat him up."
"However, it's best not to kill him.”
"Otherwise, you'll have to find something valuable yourself.”
"That's why we have to keep him alive."
"As long as we interrogate him, we can successfully rob him.”
"Of course, there are also some who are not convinced.”
"That doesn't matter. We just need to fight again.”
Blake was talking non-stop.
One hand on each side.
He easily picked up the fat man.
Then, he threw it in the middle of the street.
The curly-haired girl had been in a state of shock since the beginning.
When he saw this scene.
He was so shocked that he was speechless.
It was a boy who was obviously a few years younger than her.
He raised his wand and performed a lightning version of the Snake Dance.
He knocked out all the dark Magi on the street?
Did I wake up too fast today?
Or am I still dreaming?
An eleven-year-old little Magus defeated a whole nest of dark Magi with one move?
Why would I have such a dream?
Moreover…
He was still nagging.
On the other hand, he was holding a fat man who weighed about 200 pounds.
A hand was raised.
Then, he threw it in the middle of the street…
Yes, a hand…
It was only a mere 200 catties.
Why couldn't he bring it up?
Gandalf template.
The power of a Melee Mage.
How could it be such an inconvenient thing?
"I must be still asleep."
Then, she started to pinch her own arm.
"Ouch, it hurts."
"Hmm? What's wrong? Are you hurt? I clearly controlled it."
Black looked at the curly-haired girl, puzzled.
A controlled Weather Charm.
He shouldn't have hurt this young lady.
The curly-haired girl pinched herself too hard.
She was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.
She blinked at Black.
"I…I'm not dreaming?"
"Ding! Extremely shocked emotions detected."
"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Golden Treasure Chest!”
……
Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office, looking tired.
He had been walking around these days.
The journey could be said to cross more than half of the Earth.
It could be said that he was very tired.
Even though he was still very healthy.
However, he was already very old.
He really couldn't stand such hard work.
He was prepared to take a good rest.
Then he went to Diagon Alley to see Black.
He thought of Black.
A warmth rose in Dumbledore's heart.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in." said Dumbledore wearily.
Professor McGonagall trotted in.
"Albus... you're finally back.”
"Alright, after I rest for a while, I'll start working at the school immediately.”said Dumbledore with a wry smile.
"Well... I'm not here because work is pressing you, Albus.”
"I just want to say that you're not young anymore. Let Fudge deal with the Ministry himself.”
"Thanks for the advice, Minerva. I should really consider your suggestion.”
Professor McGonagall gave a slight start at this.
It wasn't like she hadn't made the same suggestion before.
But Dumbledore had only ever thanked her for her concern.
And then he would still be working for the Ministry of Magic...
What was going on today?
He actually said he wanted to consider?
"Albus... the boy you were talking about..."
She took out a letter she was going to write to Black.
"Should I just write Black Grindelwald?”
"Black Greene. That surname would bring him trouble.”
"Alright…"
She put away the envelope and looked back at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had said that after he returned.
She would explain the situation to him.
Dumbledore knew what she meant.
"Please sit."
"Tea or pumpkin juice?"
"Just a cup of tea, thank you."
Professor McGonagall pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Dumbledore.
Dumbledore rapped on the table.
Then, a pot of tea and two teacups suddenly appeared on the table.
"This matter…I can tell you. Because you saw that surname…"
"But…I beg you to keep this a secret.”
"This is also for that child…"
"After all, what Grindelwald did had nothing to do with him.”
Professor McGonagall nodded.
She also knew what this surname represented.
Naturally, he didn't tell anyone.
But…
That was Grindelwald!
In the days when Dumbledore was not back.
She was afraid every day.
He was afraid that his peaceful days would never return.
"Don't worry, that person is still obediently staying in Nurmengard.”
Dumbledore could tell that Professor McGonagall was uneasy.
"This matter is just a historical problem left behind by Grindelwald.”
"Alright, I'm relieved to hear that.”Professor McGonagall sighed.
"So... that child... who of Grindelwald is he?”
said Professor McGonagall, taking a sip of tea.
"In fact... not just Grindelwald's... but mine and his..."
"Wha…what…"
Professor McGonagall frowned.
He didn't quite understand what Dumbledore meant.
"Actually…strictly speaking…"
Dumbledore's lips quivered.
In the end, he still said it.
"Black... that boy, he's my son..."
"Puff!"
Professor McGonagall spat out the tea in her mouth.
She looked at Dumbledore in shock.
His pupils trembled!
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