Chapter 183: 'The Last Phoenix”

Chapter 183: “The Last Phoenix”

The screams of the House-elves gradually dwindled and eventually vanished entirely.

The presence of those saints disappeared as well, leaving only a desolate castle behind.

Three children, who couldnt believe what they had just witnessed, stood there in shock.

Unforgivable unforgivable unforgivable, Hermione muttered, her eyes red and her tears exhausted from crying.

Lets go Neville whispered, his voice trembling. We need to get out of here. This this is too much.

Matthew nodded in agreement.

Just as they were about to turn and leave, Matthews expression abruptly changed.

Wait a moment! he said urgently.

He squatted down, then hid in the bushes again, retrieving a purse from his pocketa Christmas present given to him by Neville a few months ago.

Whats wrong? Neville asked with curiosity.

Matthew didnt respond with words; instead, he quickly opened the purse.

Inside his pocket, he had been feeling an unusual warmth from his wallet.

Indeed, it was the Flor flower he had concealed within his wallet.

Flor flowers were highly magical plants.

Their fresh petals were closely connected to the root, and even when separated, the root would continue to point in the direction of the petals.

Such guidance caused the root to emit heat.

However, this was strange because Matthew hadnt attempted to use the Flor flower since he obtained it secretly a few months ago.

All the petals were still intact on it. So, why was it guiding him now?

Matthew considered it carefully, and the only possibility he could think of was that the Flor flower was now directing him towards the petals he had accidentally dropped when he first acquired it.

But this was puzzling; if this were the case, he should have discovered this guidance the day he obtained the Flor flower.

Until now, the Flor flower had suddenly begun to act oddly.

Who could be deliberately using it to guide him?

In that case, leave it to me, Grindelwald declared.

With that, Grindelwald vanished from their sight, apparating within the confines of Hogwarts as the Headmaster.

In Professor Slughorns office, the man lounged comfortably on a recliner.

He held a large glass of mead in one hand and indulged in pineapple compote with the other.

He even licked his fingers after enjoying a spoonful of compote.

He was clearly at ease.

Suddenly, a cloud of light blue smoke materialized, and Grindelwald appeared before him.

Good afternoon, Horace, Grindelwald greeted elegantly.

Good afternoon, Headmaster, Professor Slughorn responded calmly. Would you like to taste some pineapple compote or have a glass of mead?

No, thank you, Horace, Grindelwald declined. Im more interested in your intentions today. What was your true goal?

Professor Slughorn raised an eyebrow but remained composed.

He leisurely poured another glass of mead, sipped it, and then dug into pineapple compote once more.

Im sorry, Headmaster, Slughorn finally spoke, but I believe I cant disclose the answer to that question.

Your character? Slughorn said coldly. Indeed, I, Horace Slughorn, am a snobbish, smooth-talking individual. I dont care who holds power in the magical world, be it you or Dumbledore. It doesnt matter even if its a lunatic obsessed with dark magic.

But I care about Hogwarts! Professor Slughorns expression turned serious, a rare sight for him when facing outsiders.

I love Hogwarts Ive taught at this castle for many, many years, he said slowly. I remember my colleagues and my exceptional students. Besides daily enjoyment, they are the reason I exist, my purpose.

But with your arrival, Grindelwald, everything has been ruined! Slughorns voice grew more intense.

This might have been the first time he had displayed such emotion in front of others.

Armando Dippet Albus Dumbledore Minerva McGonagall They perished, vanished from this world. My friends at Hogwarts just ignored me

And my once-proud students Tom Mikel Lily They all had to disappear from this world. Maybe I wont ever encounter them again in my lifetime

Youve destroyed everything I hold dear, Grindelwald. Thats why I stand against you!