People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 182 Holy! Harry Potter!
"You have a new player?" Wood's attention was diverted. "1, 27."

"Aren't there already 7?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Then, the equally huge bodies of Crabbe and Goyle flashed out from the wall of people.

Flint chuckled, "Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle. Our backups."

"Substitute?" Fred sneered. "You must have a bad stomach, so farting is as easy as breathing."

"They deserve it!" Flint laughed. "Draco, show him!"

Draco walked out from the end and raised his broom forward. The golden words on it no longer read "Nimbus 2000", and the broom handle no longer showed signs of being worn for a long time.

It was a brand new, shiny broomstick with a line of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001" on it, shining in the eyes of the Gryffindor team members in the morning sunlight.

"The latest model, just came out last month." Flint said nonchalantly.

"They paid for a new broom for our best Seeker."

"I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old-fashioned Sweep Fives," he grinned maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweep Fives in their hands, "use them to sweep the floor."

Malfoy's face was expressionless.

Crabbe next to him was smiling very happily, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh, look," said Flint, "someone broke into the ballpark."

Ron and Colin came across the lawn to see what was going on.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you guys playing ball? What are they doing here?"

Ron looked in surprise at Crabbe and Goyle, who were now wearing the Slytherin Quidditch uniforms.

"Goyle and I are on the bench for the Slytherin team, Weasley," Crabbe said smugly. "Everyone was just admiring the new broom we got Draco. Pretty nice, isn't it?"

"Perhaps Gryffindor could recruit a few replacements, too."

"But you surely can't scrape together enough gold to buy a new broom?"

"By the way, you can redeem your brothers' Sweeping Five Stars and sell them. I think the museum will offer a price for them."

The Slytherins, except Draco, laughed raucously.

"That's enough, Crabbe," Draco snapped.

The smile on Crabbe's face froze, and he looked a little dissatisfied.

At this moment, a white light and a shutter sound were heard.

It's Colin.

"Even if we, the Gryffindor team, recruit substitutes, it doesn't cost any money."

"I really regret having taken your picture and contaminated my camera."

Crabbe's expression got even uglier, "No one asked you, you stinky little mudblood!"

This statement immediately caused an explosive reaction.

The emotions stirred up also caused the 'spider web' to break instantly.

The power of 'inertia' is digested in advance.

Still hanging in mid-air, Harry glowed instantly, and milky white wings unfolded from behind.

"—Holy! Harry Potter!—Holy! Harry Potter!"

"—Holy! Harry Potter!—Holy! Harry Potter!"

"You are the savior! You are the savior of the dark world!"

“The whole earth knows you and sings to you!”

"The holy child who survived the catastrophe, the savior who saved Britain!"

The holy and ethereal singing instantly echoed in the stadium.

A milky white halo also began to condense above Harry's head.

It's really outrageous. Bajir only provided a wisp of Michael's breath, and under the power of the ritual, the angelic power that does not exist in this world was born.

This is also inaccurate, God does not exist in this world.

The angel power in Harry's body was raped by countless wizards and was forced to be filled up.

So now Harry is the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, a Trinity.

But Bagel was still a little disappointed.

To be safe, he originally arranged for Ron to be beaten.

As a result, no one cares about Mudbloods anymore.

They all stared blankly at the glowing object in the sky.

Under the milky light.

Harry's head and hair were white, like white wool, like snow.

His eyes are like a flame of fire.

His face shines like the scorching sun.

His feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace.

The sound it made was like the sound of many waters.

"Jesus Christ!" Colin cried out, and fell to the ground.

"Who is Jesus Christ?" Ron asked worriedly.

Colin's eyes were full of piety, and he murmured, "Jesus Christ was born of the Spirit of God. The Father is in the Son, and the Son is in the Father. The Father and the Son are one."

"What's going on?" Ron didn't understand. It sounded like something abnormal.

Wood also murmured to himself, "Don't let anything happen, my Seeker! If... the Quidditch trophy... don't let it affect the game, Harry!"

To ease the tension, Fred and George joked, "I really want to see Harry's butt!" "What? It glows too?"

The other players wanted to ride their brooms closer to Harry, but every time the thought came up, it disappeared abruptly.

"Come out and see God!" A group of international students exclaimed in the international students' dormitory.

Xiao Lin Zheng was so frightened that his eyes suddenly became snake-like. Damn! Another power that can kill me instantly! It's Harry Potter again!
Manstein narrowed his eyes. The predicted future had changed again.

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore doubted his life. When did Harry have this kind of power? Do angels really exist? Is the power that the Dark Lord doesn't understand not love?
The milky white light has spread beyond the stadium.

The light is dazzling yet soft.

It is also very penetrating.

The mermaids at the bottom of the black lake looked up in surprise, and a pure white human figure appeared in their hearts for no reason.

The holy and ethereal singing voice also rang in my ears.

The werewolf deep in the forbidden forest covered his eyes.

The castle's thick walls were also penetrated.

Nearly headless Nick was surprised to find his pearly white body beginning to show some color.

The stone walls also began to glow, the roughness became smooth, and they could even reflect people's reflections like a mirror.

So, everyone in the castle, no matter what they were doing, sleeping or reading, began to hear the singing.

Harry's figure began to emerge in my mind.

Without much thought, they knew where the light came from and where the real body was.

So, everyone gathered towards the stadium.

Ten minutes later, the stands were filled with students.

The mermaids all surfaced and looked towards the stadium.

The professors stood on the lawn.

The broom under his crotch had been separated from his body, but Harry himself was still suspended in mid-air.

They all took out their wands and waved them in the air.

The professors obviously wanted to do something, but they seemed to be cursed and had lost their previous superb magical powers.

No, to be precise, just like the team members who wanted to fly up to save Harry, they couldn't bring themselves to bring him down.

Only Snape, with empty eyes and a sallow face that turned red, shot a blue light at Harry.

However, as the light moved towards Harry, it was swallowed up by the milky white halo surrounding him. The professors tried to communicate with Harry, but the chants and halo surrounding him seemed to block even the sound.

All you can hear is an echo as clear as water.

A dark light flashed in Snape's eyes, and the arm holding the wand began to lose color.

It was clearly a prelude to using black magic.

"Severus, be reasonable," Professor McGonagall advised.

"Reason, what reason do you want me to have?" Snape said like a madman, "Lily's child is hanging in the sky. In the so-called safest Hogwarts."

"Where's Dumbledore? Why hasn't he shown up yet?"

"I bumped into him on the way here, and he said it wouldn't do Harry any harm," Flitwick explained.

"But for Harry's safety, he plans to ask his friends to research it."

"Research?" Snape laughed angrily. "Unless his friend is in Hogwarts, Harry will be dead by the time the research results come out!"

It was the first time Harry knew that Snape cared about him so much.

He wanted to say that he would not die.

Whether it was the halo that appeared on his head or the wings that grew on his back, he felt as if he could use them as easily as his own arms.

The singing and the halo that lingered around him were not the things that bound him as the professors had guessed.

Although they were like a heavy quagmire that prevented him from moving and he could only open and close his mouth.

But he could feel that they were being slowly absorbed by him, as if they were still in the warm amniotic fluid of the mother.

This gave him the illusion of an egg.

He himself is like the embryo inside, slowly absorbing nutrients and waiting to break out of the shell.

Naturally, no one knew what Harry was thinking.

Many people are very worried about this.

Ron was so anxious that he was spinning around. "This must be the work of those foreign students. Nothing happened before they came."

Ginny was a little more reasonable, "I don't think this is as bad as you think."

"If it was really dangerous, Dumbledore would have been here long ago."

“It probably has nothing to do with international students.”

Drink! - Ron took a long breath and almost fainted.

"Why are you so heartless?"

"Whether Harry is okay or not, your attitude is unacceptable."

"Ginny, I'm really disappointed."

"My sister would do that."

Ron felt extremely lost, and held Harry's Nimbus 2000's hand even tighter.

He said seriously, "Before you think I'm being unreasonable, won't you observe me first?"

"I discovered that two of the international students were not present."

"Manstein from Germany and Masaru Kobayashi from Mud Bomb."

"They're both suspicious."

"One who can always squat accurately to Dumbledore and get along well with the people around him."

"One is too cowardly and doesn't resist when being bullied."

"You know, the little wizard Mud Bomb has learned magic for four years longer than us!"

Ginny didn't pay attention to Ron's long speech. She keenly found the blind spot and asked, "How do you know that the little wizard Mud Boom has studied magic for four years longer than us?"

Ron's ears turned red. "Can't I care about these spies?"

"You like Junko Suzuki." Ginny said in an unquestionable tone.

"What?" Ron was like a puppy whose tail was stepped on. "What do you mean by like? I just care about Bagel. That's what a friend should do."

Ron suddenly forgot about Harry.

Dumbledore said he could understand this.

He had forgotten about Harry as well.

In the empty classroom on the third floor, Dumbledore and Manstein looked at each other, then looked away, and remained silent for a long time.

Who is Harry Potter? Dumbledore doesn't care at this moment.

Baqir's eyes widened.

The silence speaks.

Even though he realized it late, he finally realized that the German boy in front of him didn't just look like Grindelwald.

It's fucking Grindelwald!
"Albus, do you really not have to worry about your student?" Grindelwald was the first to break the silence.

"Don't you hate powerful and uncontrollable forces the most? Like me."

Dumbledore stared at his long legs without looking up, "Harry is fine."

"That power is not uncontrollable."

“Although that force is exclusive and overbearing, it is also barely good.”

"And that power just seems difficult to control, venting everywhere."

"Didn't you notice, who was the figure shining in your heart the moment that light shone on you?"

"Harry has completely absorbed it in some unimaginable way."

"It's trapped now and can't break free, simply because it's too big. If it wants to fit into Harry's tiny body, it will need time to expand."

"I suddenly realized now that I have been too self-righteous all along."

“I thought I could calculate everything and make everything develop according to my expectations.”

"But the reality"

"Yes, reality." Grindelwald, who has the ability to predict the future, also sighed.

It was already noon.

The huge fireball was burning fiercely.

Even though it is already September, it is still scorching the earth fiercely, pouring out excessive light and heat.

In contrast, the milky white sun that illuminated the entire Hogwarts - the halo around Harry was gradually retreating.

The students on the top floor of the stands have already noticed that their ears have become quieter.

At the same time, they also lost the protection of the milky white light and were exposed to the scorching sun.

The blood vessels are bulging and the skin is red.

On the lawn, Snape, enjoying the protection of the milky white light, was just like the students in the back row.

Snape's earthy gray face turned an ugly brick red, and a blood vessel on his shiny temple was throbbing horribly. "Filius! Where's the Dumbledore you were talking about?"

Professor Flitwick lowered his head, only daring to look at his pointed boots. "Perhaps Dumbledore thinks Harry will be alright?"

"Perhaps it is true," Professor Sprout added. "Didn't you notice that the range of light has shortened?"

Snape gritted his teeth, "How can you guarantee that Potter won't explode in the end?"

Lupin nodded. "Even if Harry is fine, Dumbledore will have to come out and inform everyone."

"The gates of Hogwarts are already crowded with wizards."

"Sirius is in there."

"I smell him."

In front of the magnificent cast iron gate, Hagrid was stammering as he explained, "The school is safe now."

A large crowd, led by Sirius Black, stood on the other side of the iron gate.

The reason why they were so obedient now was because Tonks was standing next to Hagrid with her wand in her hand.

Sirius, who was regarded as a hero and the leader of this group of people, could only ask dryly, "Can you guarantee that Harry is really okay?"

Fred and George's broom is Sweeping Five Stars, and Sweeping Seven Stars No. 5 is a translation error in the early translation.

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