Simultaneous time travel: Am I the only normal person?

The other deans no longer objected. To be precise, they had never thought of opposing to the end.

Although Dumbledore looked old and confused, this greatest white wizard could often make the most accurate and correct judgments when facing truly important matters.

Even if he was going to let a dark wizard who was more terrible than Voldemort come to Hogwarts as a teacher!

But the deans felt that this was still within the acceptable range.

At least, Dumbledore was not crazy enough to find a dark magic creature to replace him.

After all, it has become increasingly difficult to find a teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts in recent years.

Let Grindelwald take over, maybe there will be no need to find a new teacher in the future.

"So do we need support in the dark tomorrow?"

Professor Flitwick asked.

"No, I don't need it. I'm not so old that a young man can't deal with it."

"What's more, he can't even be called a complete person now!"

Grindelwald was full of confidence.

Although he looked miserable now, his body was as thin as a beggar wandering on the street.

Decades of imprisonment in Nurmengard are enough to destroy any wizard, but Grindelwald is the only one who cannot defeat him.

"Gellert, I think we need to be cautious."

"Albus, do you think I'm old and can't move? Or do you think a little guy like him can defeat me?"

Grindelwald looked down on him.

Not only can he defeat you, he can also kill you, Luke complained in his heart.

Although there are suspicions of taking advantage of the nose and plot killing, the death of Grindelwald in the original book is indeed too casual.

"Gellert, have you forgotten the conditions you promised me before?"

Grindelwald's face froze.

A large part of the reason why he was able to get out of Nurmengard was because he promised to make three rules with Dumbledore.

Otherwise, do you think old Dumbledore really dared to let his old lover out?

If you don't watch it in advance, Grindelwald might break into the American Magic Congress one day and liberate the American magic world to avenge the past.

"Okay, Albus, but if I have the absolute upper hand at that time, you can't interfere."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, then lowered his head.

"Little Luke, can you do something for me?"

"Principal, tell me first?"

Luke was alert. What did this old Bidun want to do?

Snape beside him was also alert.

Noticing the nervous expressions of the big and small Snapes, old Dumbledore was a little puzzled. Does he look like Grindelwald?

However, seeing that little Luke made such a great contribution to the elimination of Voldemort, the old man decided not to bother with a child.

"Can you bring Harry with you tomorrow?"

"Be careful, be quiet, don't let other students know about this."

Dumbledore reminded.

Luke was relieved. Old Dumbledore didn't think of letting him continue to mix into the Savior Team and beat up Senior Tom together.

When he was sorted into Gryffindor, he guessed old Dumbledore's plan, so in order to avoid more trouble.

Luke was lucky to have a wave of door-to-door self-destruction.

"No problem, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Thank you very much, go back and rest, little Luke, you will be tired the next day if you go to bed too late."

Dumbledore said goodbye gently.

Luke waved goodbye and prepared to leave.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.

"Professor Snape, Draco came to see me again today. He asked if you can spare time to meet him again?"

Professor Snape nodded silently.

His connection with the Malfoy family was not a big deal, and everyone present basically understood it.

No one blamed Snape for anything, after all, everyone wanted to make money.

Professor Sprout sold a part of the high-quality herbs he cultivated every month, and Professor Flitwick participated in some fighting competitions every year as a judge.

After Luke disappeared in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore took out something from his space bag.

"Professors, we need to think of a way"

On the table was the crown of Ravenclaw.

After that night, the first thing he did was to find one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

After confirming the authenticity, Dumbledore pondered for a while before deciding to go to Nurmengard to bring back his old friend Grindelwald.

As for the other items, time was too tight and he didn't have time to go.

What's more, some Horcruxes are not so easy to get.

The Hufflepuff gold cup was placed in the vault; the Gaunt family's ring, the curse on it was frightening; the diary from his youth should still be in the hands of the Malfoy family.

The next day, Luke walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Neville holding his notes.

The pungent smell of garlic made the little wizards twist their noses and talk about it.

To be honest, I don't know how Voldemort behind Professor Quirrell's forehead could endure this almost pickled garlic smell.

Professor Quirrell looked embarrassed and stood timidly on the stage.

After seeing Luke and Neville, he forced a smile.

Smile, kid, you won't be able to laugh at all when class starts.

Luke smiled and said hello, pulling the reserved Neville to sit in the back.

He was afraid that blood would splash on him.

Luke was only wearing a school uniform, but it didn't have the special waterproof and fireproof features like the wizard robe that Professor Snape bought for him.

"Then, I'll start the class."

Professor Quirrell stammered.

Neville's favorable impression of Professor Quirrell suddenly increased.

"Now turn the book to the seventh section of Chapter 2. Today we will learn how to deal with the invasion of wandering spirits."

Strangely, Professor Quirrell did not stutter during class, which made Neville feel cheated.

At this time, the door suddenly opened.

The little wizards looked up and saw no one.

Professor Quirrell was stunned for a moment, and then said in a loud voice:

"Maybe it's the ghosts in the school who are causing trouble. Don't worry about it. Let's continue the class."

With that said, he waved his magic wand and the door was closed again.

"Professor Quirrell, can I be a transfer student in this class?"

Grindelwald sat leisurely next to Luke, and many young wizards immediately turned their heads.

Who is this old man? How did he get in?

The curiosity of the little wizards was suddenly aroused.

Professor Quirrell stumbled and asked:

"Sir, how did you get in? This is a class for first-year students. I can't teach you."

Professor Quirrell did not recognize who the old man in front of him was.

When Grindelwald made waves in the entire European and American wizarding world, his master Voldemort was not even born yet, let alone Quirrell.

"Oh? Professor, then I think you need to study hard."

“The course is first-year, but you can’t just teach first-year students.”

Grindelwald stood up.

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