Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 726 The First Generation
"Interesting memory... I think you are talking about the memory of me fighting other people?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"That's right meow!"

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Mao Mao nodded his head as a matter of course, "Fisch can't see interesting stories, so he will never leave meow!"

Dumbledore hesitated for a while, finally sighed helplessly, and said, "Okay..."

He raised his wand and inserted the tip into his silver hair, near his temple.When he pulled out his wand, it looked as if some strands of hair had stuck to the tip of the wand, but in fact, it was actually a wisp of the same silver-white substance as in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new memory to the basin, then took the Pensieve and turned it, like a gold digger turning a sand table...

The young Dumbledore flashed across the basin, and then a strange face appeared, and then there seemed to be several spells of light flashing, and finally, the silver substance in the basin returned to calm, and the kind of expression was restored. It is a strange state like a gas and a liquid.

Holding the Pensieve, Dumbledore stared blankly at the slowly rotating silver substance in the basin for a long while, only to regain his senses under Fisch's urging voice.

"Albus! Show Fish the fight!"

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The cat clacked and slapped the tabletop, shouting loudly.

"Ah...Okay," Dumbledore put down the Pensieve in his hand and stepped aside, "I won't go in together this time."

Fei Xu didn't care whether Dumbledore followed or not, the impatient cat had already put his head in the Pensieve just as it was put down.

Hermione smiled apologetically at Dumbledore, and followed into the memory.

Harry and Ron hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, and followed in successively.

After several young wizards entered the Pensieve, Dumbledore sat back in his seat, put his fingers together under his twisted nose, and looked at the wall in front of him without focus, as if he was lost in memory among.

Entering the memory for the third time tonight, even Ron, who had just experienced it for the first time not long ago, was already used to the churning feeling of falling, and quickly looked around without any adjustment after getting down on the ground.

Soon, they saw Dumbledore with a middle-aged face not far away, and he was confronting a wizard of his age at this time.

Both of them were staring at each other, wands gripped tightly in their hands. Although they didn't say a word, Harry and the others could feel the tension in the air around them.

Of course, Fish was obviously an exception, or in other words, even if he felt this tense atmosphere, he wouldn't take it to heart.

"Fight! Fight!"

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Maomao knew that he could not affect the characters in his memory, so he danced around without any scruples.

Soon, Dumbledore and the wizard opposite moved. The two raised their wands almost at the same time. There was no standard waving movement, and there was no sound of incantation. In the blink of an eye, the two cast more than ten spells at each other.

At the same time, the two used protective spells, apparitions, corresponding de-curses, and their own evasion movements to easily resolve the spells fired by each other.

And those spells that were deflected or avoided hit the stone-paved ground and the nearby buildings, blasting out huge potholes, proving that the power of these spells must not be underestimated.

After a brief but far from simple exchange of positions, Dumbledore and the man exchanged positions, and then fell into a stalemate again.

"...My God!" Ron had been holding his breath since the two fought, and only now let out a long breath of foul air, "Who is this person? He can actually fight Dumbledore on par !” He exclaimed while gasping for air.

"I don't know, all I know is that if I were to face any of them, I wouldn't last ten seconds." Harry stared unblinkingly at the two people in the confrontation, unwilling to move away.

Originally, because of the activities of the Cat Club and the battle with Voldemort, Harry was more or less proud of his strength, but after watching the duel between the two, he realized his little fighting skills How ridiculous.

"I don't know if it's my illusion..." Harry hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Voldemort's strength seems to be inferior to any of them."

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Ron rolled his eyes, and said as a matter of course: "Dumbledore is the person the mysterious man fears the most, and it is very good that that person can fight Dumbledore inextricably, and is stronger than the mysterious man." Reasonable... just don't know who he is..."

He suddenly remembered the tragic experience of being grabbed by Hermione to flip through the book in the first grade, shivered subconsciously, and then blurted out: "Could it be Nicole Flamel?"

"Probably not, he doesn't look like the Nicole Flamel on the chocolate frog card." Harry looked at the wizard's face carefully, then shook his head slightly.

While the two were talking, Dumbledore and the unknown wizard fought for several more rounds. Some of the spells they used, let alone Harry and the others, didn't even recognize them.

It's just that although the battle was intense, the result was the same as before. Both sides were evenly matched, and there was nothing they could do about each other.

Harry and the others naturally leaned towards Dumbledore, so even though they knew that Dumbledore was still alive and well, they were still secretly cheering for him.

But Fish didn't think about it that much. Such a fierce and high-level battle made Mao Mao elated and excited. He wished that the two could fight for a while longer. It didn't matter who won or lost at all!

Mao Mao's wildness was already aroused by the battle between the two of them at this time, he danced excitedly while watching, and even before he knew it, his nails and teeth became sharp.

"Hit it on the head! Stupid! Restrict his movement! Why doesn't Mew use Polymorph? Just build a block of ice or pour oil under Albus's feet, and he's going to be out of luck Meow! Stupid meow! "

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While Fisch was punching and kicking the air, he was also loudly advising both sides. The excited Maomao had long forgotten that the person in his memory couldn't hear his voice at all.

"I might know who this person is..." Hermione who had been silent all this time suddenly said.

Fish, who was still excitedly cheering for both sides, reacted faster than Harry and Ron who were curious about the identity of the person. He rushed to her side and asked anxiously, "Who is who? Tell Fei Xu quickly." Xu meow!"

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"Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord." Hermione said dryly, "Dumbledore defeated him in [-] and imprisoned him in Nurmengard."

After Hermione's reminder, both Harry and Ron remembered that Rita Skeeter had mentioned in the newspaper that Fisher's cat head logo might be the symbol of the rise of the third generation of the Dark Lord. By the way, I learned about the first generation of the Dark Lord, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

And Fish also remembered this name, because the magic pocket that Dumbledore gave him was said to be one of the rewards he got for defeating Grindelwald.

"Where is Nurmengard? Fish is going to fight Grindelwald meow!"

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