I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Kerry covered his face. To be honest, he was initially quite confident in Hogwarts' technological level, with its trains and cameras.

That is, until his mental power sensed that there was a tiny figure living inside some reporters' cameras, drawing magical photos that could move in front of the lens.

Moreover, Arthur, who claims to be the one who loves and understands Muggle culture the most, is also a humorous character.

It's common to hear questions like, "Are light bulbs made by adding oil to wires?" or "Are radios connected by an invisible string?"

They quickly disembarked at the airport and secretly infiltrated the German magical world, finding a corner to change their attire.

As soon as Snape put on the Death Eater robes, he saw Kree begin to grow a mustache.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? This guy in this world is Grindelwald's lackey."

"Huh? Is everything alright now?" Kerry let down his side-swept bangs, straightened the badge on his chest, and his mustache disappeared.

“I was hoping to make him feel more comfortable,” Kerry shrugged helplessly.

“No, if you were dressed like that and told him you work for Dumbledore, it would only scare him. I wonder what Dumbledore’s expression would be when he comes back and sees him.” Snape shook his head repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, then Death Eaters! Attack! Dumbledore will probably kneel down and thank me for giving him a reason to live, even if he doesn't admit it."

Nurmengard, a prison built by Gellert Grindelwald, a legendary leader in the wizarding world.

He and his cronies had imprisoned countless people who disobeyed him here, and after committing numerous atrocities, he was also imprisoned at the highest point here after being defeated by his blood brother Dumbledore.

Later, this place also became a prison for prisoners in the German wizarding world, a wizarding prison as legendary as Azkaban in England.

Although both of these legendary figures seem to have been freely entered and exited by Voldemort.

The loud noise startled the old man sitting calmly atop the tower, whose body bore the same scars of time as Dumbledore's.

However, this guy can still be described as a handsome little old man, while Dumbledore can only be called an old bee.

Was it his former henchmen attempting a prison break? Or was it that young Voldemort that Dumbledore had mentioned to him?

Grindelwald didn't care; his ambitions had long since been extinguished by his years of imprisonment.

Letting him out and then regrouping those old fogies won't do anything.

If Voldemort is after the Deathly Hallows, then he's simply asking for his own life.

He genuinely doesn't care.

As the explosion drew near, Grindelwald rose and stood at the window of the tower, his back to the door, preparing to greet the approaching figure.

Well, it seems like all men, from elementary school kids to old men, enjoy playing this game.

Soon after, the back door opened.

Grindelwald glanced back disdainfully, and a man with white hair that shot up and fluttered in the air, with two small animals perched on his shoulders, came into view.

This...this doesn't seem right, does it? This doesn't seem like the Voldemort Dumbledore described, and he's not one of his old subordinates either.

At this moment, Grindelwald was filled with questions, but he still turned around with a profound air.

Kerry frowned. This was the first person in this world whose Occlumency had been trained to the point that he could prevent Kerry from reading minds.

"No matter who you are, junior, there's nothing here for you. Leave and don't disturb the peace of the elderly."

"Hey, if you keep talking to me like that, when the old bee comes back, I'll turn you into a young woman and throw you into Dumbledore's bed."

Kerry raised an eyebrow.

Meanwhile, the real Dark Lord arrived in the Scottish Highlands, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Hogwarts.

Chapter 275 Useless Little Tom

High up in the tower, Kerry was negotiating terms with Grindelwald.

But then he suddenly frowned and pointed two fingers together at his temple.

"Hey kid, what's wrong?"

Kerry stopped abruptly after saying that he was handing over the wizarding world to Dumbledore, and these were Dumbledore's last words before he was drawn into the other world.

This greatly interested Grindelwald.

"I sense that Voldemort is actually attacking Hogwarts."

Upon hearing this, the people around him became somewhat unsettled.

“We need to get out of here quickly, then Apparate,” Blake said anxiously.

Snape was getting a little anxious.

Then Krie revealed something strange.

"Uh... but without a nose, it seems like the students will drive us away."

To be precise, the students had no idea it was noseless; they thought it was some kind of training subject Snape had brought in, and even said they wanted to blow Snape up.

“Very good, 100 points deducted for Combat,” Snape replied with a dark face.

“It seems this isn’t the time for us gentlemen to have a long chat,” Grindelwald waved his hand.

Then, blue light flashed in his hand, and the runes on the ground that restricted Apparition were burned away.

"They actually put a wizard who can cast spells without a wand on top of the tower like that?" Blake asked in surprise.

“Unless that wizard is here voluntarily,” Grindelwald replied.

Then he reached out to Snape: "Could I borrow your wand for a moment?"

Snape hesitated for a moment, considering that Kerry had handed him the wand while he was there.

"The snake's nerves and the birch wood, honestly if I were your age I would prefer the Weaver's hair."

Grindelwald doesn't seem to have lost the humor and madness he had in his youth.

As he waved his wand, the last thing that had bound him in the tower disappeared, finally returning the wand to Snape.

"Although I've seen magical photographs, I've never actually seen one. Quickly use Apparition! I'm very curious about just how powerful that brat who calls himself a dark wizard without even asking me is."

“Alright, but we need to Apparate out of the wizarding world of Germany first.” Snape began to chant the spell.

……

At this moment, atop Hogwarts, the combat students training today were happily firing infantry cannons that Kerry had brought from the British armory.

"Heavens, you can't do this! Didn't Professor Blake tell us we were going to practice autonomous shooting on the city wall today?"

Colin Crevey is trying to dissuade his companion.

"No, no! Just like those corridors that can keep us from finding the restroom for half an hour when we have a stomachache, this must be the professors' arrangement."

Ron brought up his idea again.

“That’s right. A school that can take us to another building in the corridor when students are about to be late, what wouldn’t they do?”

Harry cast protective spells on his companions' ears while happily controlling the cannonballs to fire.

It's easy to see from the design of Hogwarts that it was initially more of a sanctuary than a school.

This place is full of doors disguised as walls, and walls disguised as doors.

Studying here is like entering Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth Sanctuary.

The best way to get to the top of the tower is down; to get to the basement, you might need to go upstairs.

The corridor is calculated based on the phases of the moon, the stars, and even the base number of the college's points.

Sometimes the corridors even disappear completely.

Moreover, the professors here often cause unexpected incidents, such as creating little sprites or small explosions during class.

This has led students to instinctively view all unexpected events as opportunities to earn extra points.

Imagine, the professor had them train on the city wall, when a group of menacing figures in black robes appeared outside the wall. The people inside claimed to be some kind of Dark Lord and asked them to open the protective barrier inside the academy.

There were also some cannons on the city wall.

It couldn't be more obvious; this was a simulation training exercise where the professors disguised themselves as the Dark Lord.

Only the younger students would think this was a real Voldemort invasion; the older students were used to it.

Since the protective barrier was one-way, the students, who had been trained in the basic use of firearms for three days, skillfully set up their guns and took up their cannons.

And so it developed into what it is today.

As Harry Potter aimed, the 17-ball British Land Tank cannon with its built-in shield was moved, and as the Seeker, he also had outstanding shooting talent.

"Second artillery barrage! Fire! Infantry cover fire!"

Ron jumped up happily; what 17-year-old boy could resist that?

"Fuck!"

Voldemort, who had just erected a shield to defend against a round of fire, looked disheveled as three huge cannonballs and a hail of bullets came flying from the sky again. These students even knew to take turns firing and reloading to maintain fire coverage.

Although the light machine gun, which had been cooled down, lacked accuracy, it still spewed out hundreds of bullets per minute as the little wizard moved around.

Bullets flew and hit the protective spell. Under the cover of three heavy machine guns, about 15 bullets hit the armor spell every second, which made the protective spell sound like raindrops hitting a drum.

The army artillery bombarded the ground, kicking up dust as high as trees and powerful shrapnel. The dark wizards scrambled around in a panic, like a bunch of Smurfs caught by Gargamel.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, casting a spell at the crowd before reloading his wand.

"Hey Ron, this stuff is way more exciting than magic."

With a flash of light, Kree and his party arrived outside Hogwarts Castle.

Then you see that the once lush green grass is now covered with craters.

"I will kill you all! Shatter you to pieces!" Little Tom angrily unleashed a spell, causing the barrier to falter slightly.

But he could only keep moving, and even his pale face had been blackened by the gunfire.

Then a group of dark wizards were struggling to erect a protective shield.

Because this was a surprise attack, Voldemort did not bring the reinforcements he had borrowed, but rather the original Death Eaters.

Voldemort originally wanted to declare to the wizarding world that he was the only one worthy of fear.

As a result, they can only awkwardly lead everyone around here, using Apparitions and casting protective spells.

He even needed the Weather Charm and Sandstorm Charm to cover himself, while occasionally throwing out a few spells at Hogwarts' one-sided defensive barrier in the hope of breaking it down as soon as possible and killing all those brats who were unleashing their firepower on him.

Suddenly, Voldemort felt someone fly over his head. He looked up and saw a figure who had recently been making headlines in the Daily Prophet.

However, Kerry had an identity verification system and passed through the barrier effortlessly.

When everyone saw Kerry arrive, they stopped what they were doing and stood up excitedly.

"We did a good job, didn't we?" Weasley stepped forward, puffing out his chest with obvious pride.

"Oh, yes, that's right, but I need to tell you something."

Kerry casually pointed down.

"The person over there wasn't a target the professor found for acting; it was the mysterious person himself."

When Kerry turned around, he found that apart from a few wizards who had been hit by bullets due to poor defense, everyone else had Apparated away.

Wait, how did Little Tom get chased away?

I even specially summoned the strongest dark wizard in history, just so I could go head-to-head with him, the strongest dark wizard of modern times.

Chapter 276 The Savior's Plan

"what?"

Harry was incredulous.

Since the third grade, the person whose name he couldn't even mention had been like a nightmare, a terrible dream haunting his mind.

It gradually eroded his courage and faith.

But now he seems to have heard some very ridiculous news.

"Oh, you heard me right. The professors and I actually went abroad today to take care of some business, and little Tom just happened to attack you while I was away."

Then, with three days of training and some small items, you drove him away.

Kerry imitated Dumbledore, convincing his students of his words.