HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 310 Lifting the Curse

Sirius persuaded Harry, who wanted to drop out of school, and Gloria and Draco went home via the portkey.

In Slytherin Manor, Grindelwald was pacing in the hall.

Even though I knew Dumbledore was not dead, I couldn't avoid feeling heartbroken when I saw the report in the Daily Prophet.

The scene that had been predicted overlapped with the scene that night.

Battle of the Astronomy Tower Night—

The moment green light shot out from the tip of Snape's wand, Gloria hit the stone pillar, and at the same time a stone blocked the killing curse and exploded in front of Dumbledore.

The sounds of the two explosions mixed together, and Dumbledore fell backwards from the Astronomy Tower, and Gloria cleared away the rubble.

The falling Dumbledore stopped a moment before hitting the ground, and then fell into the arms of a half-kneeling person.

"Long time no see, Dumbledore."

Explosions were heard and flames appeared, but no one paid attention to what was happening here.

Seeing the pair of heterochromatic eyes that he would never forget, Dumbledore said in a hoarse voice, "Am I really not dead? How come you are still the same as you were more than fifty years ago?"

"Isn't this good? I was ambitious at that time." Grindelwald said, "Forget it, we shouldn't talk about this now. They are coming. I will take you away first."

With a slight shake of the wand, the stone that had been placed aside for a long time changed. In a few breaths, it became the "dead" Dumbledore, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and his hair a little messy.

After doing this he said, "Soon, they'll recognize this as you."

The two figures disappeared in an instant, and the portkey brought them to Slytherin Manor.

After waiting here for a few days, Gloria had to wait until the funeral was over in order to maintain the transformation effect.

When Gloria came back, she saw the impatience in his eyes.

"I'm finally back." Grindelwald put his hands behind his back and walked quickly. "He is very weak now. It's time for you to fulfill your oath."

Jörmungandr knew it was time for him to have his big meal, so he got out of his pocket on his own.

"Let's go."

While outside was in a panic because of the old man's death, he was in the library on the third floor of the manor, looking at the Slytherin family's collection of books.

All you can see is that he is very weak, with the burnt skin on his right hand spreading to his wrist.

"You're here, Gloria." He put down the book. "It seems that the Slytherin family has many secrets. It can also restore a person's appearance to what it was fifty years ago."

Gloria glanced at Grindelwald's features, imposing and handsome.

"Then Jörmungandr will eat the curse on you and he won't hurt you."

The little white-scaled snake is eager to try.

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand calmly, and the Jörmungandr swam to his hand and opened his mouth to bite it.

Grindelwald silently clenched his hands, ready to draw his wand at any time.

Dumbledore was curious and took a closer look. He saw that the burnt black on his hand slowly faded away and all flowed into the little snake's mouth.

Although I was bitten, I didn't feel any pain, probably because my hand had no feeling.

When all the charred black disappeared, Jörmungandr finally let go and spit out his snake tongue, "A delicious curse."

Dumbledore moved his hands, and it seemed no different from before.

With just a flick of his body, the curse was lifted but his body was still weak.

"You need to rest well. Professor Snape thought you were really dead, so he couldn't come here. I can only provide the potions he improved before, and try to speed up your recovery."

Dumbledore's sense of his own weakness was more accurate. "This is a good result."

He was doomed to die.

"If I die, will Hogwarts decide to close?" Until now, he is still worried about the students and the school.

"The school board is waiting for me to go on summer vacation. The meeting will be held in about two days." Gloria said: "I will insist that Hogwarts open."

Dumbledore is considered dead in the outside world, so many wizards should leave Britain, but the Death Eaters are also ready to move, so traveling far away can be considered an adventure.

"Although I'm not a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital, in your case, it's best not to use magic for half a year." She said: "The negative effects of the curse require long-term care, and your magic power needs to be kept stable during this period."

Dumbledore nodded, "I understand. As long as the people from the Magical Alliance don't come to the manor."

The Magical Alliance is the name of the group of wizards who wish to come to the New World.

"They won't come here." Grindelwald finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse. He stared at Dumbledore's hand. "Is it completely resolved?"

This question was directed to Gloria.

"Yes." She said with certainty, "Jörmungandr will not waste such a delicacy."

"How's school going?" Dumbledore asked.

"Many wizards came to your funeral. The phoenix sang a dirge and flew away. They should go to see where your 'body' is buried." She said, "Everyone was very sad. Harry even wanted to skip the seventh grade and go find the Hufflepuff gold cup. Of course, I opposed his idea."

Dumbledore sighed, "At least Tom will trust Severus more. The Ministry of Magic should be worried next. During the first war, he tried to support a puppet minister. I don't know how long Scrimgeour can hold on."

"If necessary, I will ask Golinia and the others to assist, or..." Gloria turned her gaze to Grindelwald, "Let the wizarding world know that Mr. Grindelwald is willing to lend a hand."

Grindelwald said, "If that is what you wish, I would indeed."

Dumbledore was too weak to speak much before he had to rest. For at least the past month, he had needed a lot of sleep.

The elf took the man to the room prepared for him and served him wholeheartedly.

Gloria and Grindelwald were the only ones left in the library.

"For the sake of the authenticity of the 'remains', the Elder Wand is placed in Dumbledore's tomb. Voldemort will definitely try to find the Elder Wand, but even if he gets it, he won't be able to unleash its full power."

Grindelwald frowned, "Few people know about the Elder Wand. As far as I know, he didn't catch Ollivander, so it's even harder to figure out the whereabouts of the Elder Wand."

In reality, only Gregorovitch knew about the Elder Wand, but everyone else thought he had a powerful wand.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I am the master of the Elder Wand now. Although it is not loyal enough, it will not attack its master."

Dumbledore thought enough about it. Voldemort would not stop looking for the news of the Elder Wand, and there was a risk of it being stolen wherever it was placed.

Now Voldemort will not easily confront Gloria, and the Death Eaters are no match for her at all, so it is safest for her to be the owner of the Elder Wand at this stage.

"Regarding your suggestion of lending a helping hand, the Magical Alliance should indeed have a decent side. After all, it is not the Witch Party of fifty years ago." Grindelwald did not mind helping them deal with Voldemort. "But I think that when Voldemort and I appear together, the Ministry of Magic will be confused about who to deal with first."

Gloria didn't say anything. It depends on the situation on the scene.

She now had more important things to deal with, the first of which was whether Hogwarts would continue to open.

The Daily Prophet reported the news about Dumbledore for several days, and the entire British wizarding community was somewhat panicked.

Voldemort had one less wizard to suppress him.