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

Chapter 256 Simple White Magic Lesson
"So funny." Ron covered his mouth and laughed when he saw Draco's actions.

This inexplicably reminded him of the scene in the World Cup where an old man was peeing inaccurately.

In the picture, Gao Er, who was standing next to him, covered his buttocks and said, "Siya, can you aim at the target?"

"Come and try if you can!" Draco said unhappily.

Professor Riddle noticed this and scolded: "Please be careful not to let others shoot your magic weapon. This will make all your previous efforts go to waste!"

"Got it." Draco shrank like a deflated balloon.

He was still angry until the get out of class was over.

She complained in Cedric's ear, "Karen, this is not fair. My magic weapon is too small. It's hard to aim."

Cedric was speechless for a moment. He stretched out his hand, and the turbid black mist condensed into a blade in his hand.

Seeing the magic fairy weapon in Cedric's hand which was smaller than his own, Draco said, "Oh, the white magic class is about to start."

On the other side, Furong and Krum met up on the 4th floor.

"Have you learned to force liberation?"

“Is it complicated?”

In response to Harry and Krum's questions, Fleur raised an eyebrow, "It's much simpler than you think."

Seeing that Fleur didn't seem ready to continue, Harry changed the subject, "By the way, where is the White Magic classroom?"

"The third floor, the third room on the third corridor near the stairs." Furong answered immediately. She had a photographic memory, let alone this address was so special.

"3?" Krum frowned. "Is there any particular requirement for this position?"

"Good things and bad things all come in threes. The number three is full of mysteries and represents perfection." A voice came from behind the four people.

She was a woman wrapped in white gauze, holding a lyre.

(“It’s me. How could I be like this?” Penelope was embarrassed.)
“Three is a perfect number because it represents the beginning, the middle and the end.”

"When we offer sacrifice to the great Balala, we dip the laurel branch into holy water and sprinkle the altar three times; we take frankincense from the censer with three fingers and sprinkle it three times."

"The basis of most human life is also composed of three parts: life has past, present and future, with a beginning, middle and end; people are composed of body, mind and spirit; the world has land, sea and sky; nature includes animal kingdom, plant kingdom and mineral kingdom; Balala religion believes that the three beautiful spirits are faith, hope and love; the three basic colors are red, yellow and blue."

"Are you a follower of the Balala religion?" Harry reacted.

"Of course," the woman nodded, "It's the beginning of the first white magic class of this school year. As a believer of the church, I think it's necessary for me to join in."

“Preach to the new blood of the future church, tell them what God’s sacred numbers are, and offer beautiful music to the Spirit of God.”

Having said this, her fingers plucked the strings of the lyre, and beautiful music flashed by.

Her figure also disappeared around the corner.

The remaining four people looked at each other, and they instantly understood that today's white magic class might not be as simple as just a class.

Their feelings were not wrong.

The White Magic classroom is more like a church than a classroom.

The walls, ceiling, benches and tables are all white.

The huge shrine was right in sight, and countless fanatical followers of the Balala Church wrapped in white gauze stood devoutly below, playing sacred music with the instruments in their hands.

Dark fairies like Draco Malfoy stopped on both sides of the door for a moment, not knowing whether to go in or not.

It was not until the school bell rang, the fanatics under the shrine stopped playing, pulled down the white curtain, and disappeared from everyone's sight, that they slowly walked in.

("Gattler!" Dumbledore looked at the man on the podium in great surprise, "Isn't he a dark fairy?")
(Grindelwald took a sip of wine, but was only briefly surprised. "That's right, I only favor the most powerful power.")
"It's him." Harry recognized the man immediately. "The man who sat next to Dumbledore at the beginning of the term."

"Magic can only flourish in a very few souls." The first thing the man said was not to introduce himself, but to say this inexplicable sentence.

(Newt, who was enjoying his retirement in the United States, suddenly had Grindelwald commit suicide, and it seemed that the words "Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" rang in his ears again.)
"As immortals, beings that are more otherworldly, it is necessary for us to understand the magic in our hands, rather than wielding it recklessly like a beast with a sword."

"Now, answer my question, what is magic in your mind?"

The man's move immediately stunned the students in the audience.

After a brief silence, Hermione, who wanted to answer every question, raised her hand.

"A magical knowledge. Magic is only a product of knowledge."

"A typical Ravenclaw idea." The man curled his lips, "What else?"

Draco raised his hand. "The extraordinary power that can only be awakened in noble bloodlines is an inalienable, innate right."

"That's the idea, but... stupid bloodline theory. What else?"

First-year Harry glanced at Draco with disdain, "Magic is courage, the embodiment of all good virtues. This righteous heart is my magic!"

He pointed at his chest and looked at Furong like a flamboyant peacock.

"It's good, but not comprehensive," the man commented dryly, "Anything else?"

(Dumbledore covered his mouth and chuckled, "He was obviously disgusted, but due to his identity as the White Fairy, he could only force himself to say yes.")
Baqir raised his hands. "All magic is a ritualistic activity designed to produce effects on the material world by harnessing supernatural forces."

"The demons control various powerful supernatural forces, such as souls, old gods, demons or some kind of cosmic force, through carefully designed and complex rituals."

"The ultimate goal of magic is to rule over everything and become the supreme authority."

"Ritual?" The man was obviously interested. "That's a good idea. Today's spells are indeed simplified rituals. Rituals are indeed the most primitive magic. Let me tell you what you think about black magic and white magic, Badger Granger."

"Black magic is intended to cause destruction and harm, while white magic is intended to bring beneficial effects to groups and individuals," Baqir replied.

"Well said!" the man applauded, "Five points to Gryffindor!"

"A very good summary. The evil thoughts that want to cause damage and harm, as well as all negative emotions, are the real source of black magic."

"The desire to help others is the inexhaustible source of white magic."

"It is precisely because everyone desires goodness that justice will triumph over evil, kindness will be valuable, and white magic will have the power to resist and break black magic."

"Goodness is the most powerful force. All evil is like darkness that retreats when faced with true goodness." "And my goal today is to teach you how to master this most powerful force."

"Professor, I have a different opinion on this." Draco raised his hand directly, "Evil is the most powerful force. The universality of black magic is far stronger than white magic."

(Dumbledore pricked up his ears, ready to listen to Grindelwald's answer. In their world, almost everyone knows the evil curses in the dark magic, while the wizards who know the Patronus Charm, which can be considered white magic, are a minority among the minority.)
"Because it's easy." The man didn't even raise his eyelids. "It's always easy to give in to evil thoughts."

"Just like it's harder to get up early in the morning and obey your desire to linger in bed for a few more moments than it is to strictly force yourself to get up on time."

“Only cowards, lazy people, and beasts would succumb to their own laziness, evil thoughts, and follow their instincts to squander their talents.”

"Only the magic fairy who is strict with himself and pursues virtue can master the power of white."

Draco was obviously very unconvinced, but due to his status as a student, he still sat down angrily.

"I understand that there are only a few fairies who can really do this. Even among the Gryffindor students who are sorted into the White Fairy Academy, only a few can become true White Fairies. It's easier said than done to defeat your dark side and become a better person."

"But it's not that I can't help you."

"In fact, this course is offered to help many little fairies who cannot become white fairies on their own to have the opportunity to master the power of white, the most powerful Balala energy."

"The great Balala is a benevolent and magnanimous god. She does not hide the source of her power."

"'Ba', opening and closing, is the simplest way of pronunciation for human lips and throat structure. Just like the pronunciations of 'dad' and 'mom' are similar in most different cultures."

"'La' is the most common syllable used in humming in primitive music."

"'Balala', His external name also hides the greatest power."

"His name is the shortest, most powerful spell."

"As long as you recite sincerely and have peaceful thoughts in your heart, the power of good will open up to you."

Having said that, the man drew back the curtain.

Those fanatics wrapped in white gauze appeared in front of everyone again, and the flowing music sounded again.

They began to chant "Balala" continuously in their mouths.

Krum didn't dare to complain until he was far away from the classroom after class.

"Is this the White Magic class?"

"Keep saying 'balala'?"

“Does it really work?”

"I just can't understand it."

(Hermione nodded sympathetically. She also couldn't accept that profound power could be mastered in such a simple way.)
(Bajir was a little speechless. This is actually the re-creation of the Long-eared Tribe's magic light spell 'Domok Saramo DO MA KI SA RA MU'. This is really useful as long as there is light energy. Damn, isn't it simple?)

"And why would the professor be Gettler Grindelwald!"

"I finally recognized him. He didn't even introduce himself in class. How could he be the White Devil Fairy in this world?"

"It's very useful." Harry disagreed, "In fact, I thought it was a joke at first."

“But as I chanted the mantra, I felt much more relaxed both physically and mentally.”

In order to conceal the power of his magic fairy weapon, he did not say that he sensed the increase in the power of the love spell.

"But who is Grindelwald?"

"You don't even know Grindelwald?" Krum and Fleur asked in unison.

"How do you know?" Krum asked.

"I am French. We French have not yet forgotten the series of blasphemous speeches he made at Père Lachaise Cemetery," Fleur sneered.

(Grindelwald sneers.)
(Grindelwald's existing followers were extremely excited. This was the greatest cause! True justice! It was not blasphemy!)

"You haven't said who he is yet!" Harry reminded.

"Let me introduce you." Krum took a deep breath. "Gattler Grindelwald is a dark wizard, the most evil kind, much more evil than Voldemort."

"He once studied at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fortunately, the school's management saw through his evilness early on and expelled him before he was ready to conduct another evil black magic experiment."

"But this can't stop him, far from stopping him from continuing to delve deeper into the dark arts."

"Being expelled, he began to conduct experiments recklessly and spread his reactionary ideas that violated the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy everywhere."

"As we all know, Grindelwald began to build his own army. Eventually he and his zealots carried out several devastating attacks in Europe and attracted the attention of international magical authorities."

"Several attacks have also attracted attention in the Muggle world, and the risk of exposure to the wizarding world has increased dramatically. In response to Grindelwald's actions, an international manhunt has been launched."

"But by then he and his forces had already grown into full-fledged forces."

"The manhunt only angered him, and Grindelwald began to kill people everywhere. He killed many people, including my grandfather."

"In the end, the combined international Ministry of Magic could only find Dumbledore."

"Because Grindelwald has never had any influence in Britain, many people believe that this is because Grindelwald is afraid of Dumbledore."

"Just like Voldemort was always afraid of Dumbledore and dared not offend Hogwarts."

(Voldemort: "Lies! All lies! I just consider Hogwarts my home!")
"And then?" Harry demanded.

"And then everyone knew it. Dumbledore, who was 63 years old and was the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts at the time, finally stood up in response to the people's call. In the greatest wizard duel in history, Dumbledore finally defeated Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald has been convicted and imprisoned in the highest cell in Nurmengard."

"Nurmengard?" Harry asked.

"A wizarding prison in Austria, where Grindelwald imprisoned his opponents. And now, where he is imprisoned."

Krum was extremely excited, his eyes sparkling with joy. "It is said that he is now skinny and looks like a beggar on the street."

(Dumbledore's eyes flicker. "Gettler.")
(In Nurmengard, Grindelwald, who was cutting steak and listening to music in a formal suit, raised the corners of his mouth.)
(End of this chapter)