"Hilarious." Ron covered his mouth and chuckled when he saw Draco's actions.
This inexplicably reminded him of an old man at the World Cup who couldn't urinate accurately.
In the video, Goyle, standing next to him, is clutching his backside and saying, "Hey, can you aim properly?"
"Go ahead and try if you dare!" Draco said irritably.
Noticing this, Professor Riddle scolded, "Be careful, don't let anyone shoot your Magic Immortal Artifact. It will ruin all your previous efforts!"
"Understood." Draco shrank back like a deflated balloon.
He was still angry even after class ended.
She grumbled in Cedric's ear, "Cullen, this is not fair at all. My Magic Immortal Artifact is too small, it's not easy to aim."
Cedric was momentarily speechless. He stretched out his hand, and the murky black mist condensed into a blade in his palm.
Seeing the smaller Magic Immortal Artifact in Cedric's hand, Draco, "Oh dear, White Magic class is about to begin."
Meanwhile, Phoebe and Krum met up on the 4th floor.
"Have you learned how to forcibly liberate yourself?"
Is it complicated?
In response to Harry and Krum's questions, Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "It's much simpler than you think."
Seeing that Phoebe didn't seem to be planning to continue, Harry changed the subject, "By the way, where is the classroom for White Magic class?"
"The third floor, the third room in the third corridor closest to the stairs," Phoebe answered instantly. She had a photographic memory, let alone such a special address.
"3?" Krum frowned. "Is there any significance to this position?"
"Good things and bad things all come in threes. The number three is full of mystery and represents completeness." A voice came from behind the four people.
She was a woman wrapped in white gauze, holding a lyre.
("It's me. How could this happen?" Penelope asked, her face full of embarrassment.)
"Three is a perfect number because it represents the beginning, the middle, and the end."
"When we offer sacrifices to the great Balala, we dip a laurel branch into holy water and sprinkle it on the altar three times; we take frankincense from the incense burner with three fingers and sprinkle it three times."
"The foundation of most human life is also composed of three parts: life has a past, present, and future, and a beginning, middle, and end; a person is composed of body, Mind Stone, and spirit; the world has Dadi, ocean, and sky; nature includes the animal kingdom, plant kingdom, and mineral kingdom; the Balala religion believes that the three beautiful spirits are faith, hope, and love; and the three basic colors are red, yellow, and blue."
"You're a follower of the Balala cult?" Harry realized.
"Of course," the woman nodded. "This is the start of the first White Magic class of the school year, and as a member of the church, I feel it is my duty to join in."
"Preach to the fresh blood of the future church, tell them what God's sacred numbers are, and offer beautiful music to the divine."
As she spoke, her fingers plucked the strings of the lyre, and a beautiful melody flashed by.
Her figure disappeared around the corner.
The remaining four looked at each other, and they instantly realized that today's White Magic class might not be as simple as just attending a lesson.
Their intuition was correct.
The White Magic Classroom is more like a chapel than a classroom.
The walls, ceiling, benches, and tables are all white.
A huge shrine was right in front of them, and countless fanatical followers of the Balala Church, draped in white veils, stood devoutly below, playing sacred music with their instruments.
Draco Malfoy and the other Dark Magic Fairy stopped on either side of the entrance, unsure whether to go in or not.
Only after the school bell rang, the fanatics under the shrine stopped playing, drew back the white curtains, and disappeared from everyone's sight, did they slowly shuffle in.
("Gellert!" Dumbledore exclaimed in astonishment as he looked at the man on the podium. "He's not the Dark Magic Fairy?")
(Grindelwald took a sip of wine, but only for a brief moment of surprise. "Indeed, I only favor the most powerful forces.")
"It's him." Harry recognized the man at a glance. "The man who sat next to Dumbledore at the beginning of the school year."
"The blossoming of magic will only occur in a very few souls." The man's first words were not self-introduction, but this inexplicable statement.
(Newt was enjoying his retirement in America, suddenly had a relapse of Grindelwald's PDS, and he could almost hear that line again, "Do you think Dumbledore would mourn for you?")
"As immortals, beings that are even more extraordinary, we need to understand the magic in our hands, rather than wielding it like a Beast wielding a sword."
"Now, answer my question: what is the magic in your hearts?"
The man's performance immediately stunned the students in the audience.
After a brief silence, Hermione, eager to answer any question, immediately raised her hand.
"A kind of magical knowledge; magic is merely a product of knowledge."
"A typical Ravenclaw idea." The man scoffed. "Anything else?"
Draco raised his hand. "Extraordinary power awakened only in those of noble blood is an inalienable, inalienable right."
"That's the idea, but... foolish bloodline theory. Anything else?"
First-year Harry glanced disdainfully at Draco. "Magic is courage, the embodiment of all good qualities. This righteous heart is my magic!"
He pointed to his chest and looked at Phoebe like a peacock in full bloom.
"Very good, but not comprehensive," the man commented dryly. "Anything else?"
(Dumbledore chuckled, covering his mouth. "He was clearly disgusted, but because of his status as the White Magic Fairy, he could only force himself to agree.")
Basil raised his hand. "All magic is a ritualistic activity designed to influence the material world by utilizing supernatural forces."
"Fairies control various powerful supernatural forces, such as spirits, ancient gods, demons, or some kind of cosmic force, through carefully designed and complex rituals."
"The ultimate goal of magic is to rule over all things and become the supreme authority."
"Rituals?" The man was clearly intrigued. "That's a good point. Modern spells are indeed a simplification of rituals. And rituals are indeed the most primitive form of magic. Now, Basil Granger, tell me your thoughts on Dark Magic and White Magic."
"Dark Magic is designed to cause destruction and harm, while White Magic is designed to bring beneficial effects to groups and individuals," Basil replied.
"Well said!" the man clapped. "Gryffindor +5 points!"
"A good summary: evil thoughts that want to cause destruction and harm, as well as all negative emotions, are the true source of Dark Magic."
"The desire to help others is the inexhaustible source of White Magic."
"It is precisely because everyone yearns for good that justice triumphs over evil, kindness becomes precious, and White Magic possesses the power to resist and break Dark Magic."
"Goodness is the most powerful force. All evil is like darkness that retreats in the face of true goodness."
"And my purpose today is to teach you to master this most powerful force."
"Professor, I have a different opinion." Draco raised his hand directly. "Evil is the most powerful force. Dark Magic is also far more universal than White Magic."
(Dumbledore pricked up his ears, ready to hear Grindelwald's answer. In their world, almost everyone knew the curses of the Dark Magic, while the Patronus Charm, which could be considered the guardian charm of the White Magic, was known to only a very small number of wizards.)
"Because it's simple." The man didn't even lift his eyelids. "It's always easy to succumb to malice."
"It's just like getting up in the morning and giving in to your desires to linger in bed for a few more moments is harder than strictly demanding that you get up on time."
"Only cowards, lazybones, and Beast succumb to their laziness and evil thoughts, and follow their instincts to unleash their talents."
"Only fairies who are strict with themselves and pursue virtue can master the power of white."
Draco was clearly very dissatisfied, but out of respect for his status as a student, he sat down angrily.
"I understand that only a few fairies can truly do this. Even among the Gryffindor students who are assigned to the White Magic Fairy Academy, only a few can become true White Magic Fairy. Overcoming one's dark side and becoming a better person is easier said than done."
"However, it's not that I can't help you."
"In fact, the purpose of this course is to help many Little Magic Fairy who cannot become White Magic Fairy on their own to have the opportunity to master the power of white, the most powerful Balala energy."
"The great Balala is a kind and magnanimous deity, and she does not hide the source of her power."
"'Ba' is the simplest way for the human lips and throat to make sounds, with its opening and closing motion. Just like the pronunciation of 'father' and 'mother' is similar in most different cultures."
"'La' is the most common syllable used in humming in primitive music."
"'Balala,' its name also hides the greatest power."
"His name is the shortest and most powerful spell."
"As long as you recite sincerely and have peaceful thoughts, the power of good will open the door to you."
At this point, the man drew back the curtain.
The fanatical believers wrapped in white veils reappeared before the crowd, and the flowing music began again.
They began chanting "Balala" continuously.
Krum didn't dare to complain until he was far away from the classroom after class.
"This is White Magic Class?"
"Keep chanting 'Balala'?"
"Does it really work?"
"I simply cannot understand it."
(Hermione nodded empathetically; she too could not accept that such profound power could be mastered in such a simple way.)
(Basil was somewhat speechless. This was actually a derivative work of the Long-eared Tribe's DO MA KI SA RA MU light spell 'DO MA KI SA RA MU,' and it really worked as long as Light Power was present. Isn't simplicity a good thing?)
"And why is the professor Gellert Grindelwald?!"
"I finally recognized him. He didn't even introduce himself in class. How could he be the White Magic Fairy in this world?"
"It's very useful." Harry disagreed. "In fact, I initially thought it was a joke."
"But as I chanted the mantra, I felt much more comfortable, both physically and mentally."
In order to conceal the power of his Magic Immortal Artifact, he did not mention that he had sensed the strengthening of the power of the Love Charm.
"But... who is Grindelwald?"
"You don't even know Grindelwald?" Krum and Phoebe said in unison.
"How did you know?" Krum asked.
"I am French. We French people still haven't forgotten the series of blasphemous speeches he gave at Père Lachaise Cemetery," Phoebe said with a sneer.
(Grindelwald sneered.)
(Grindelwald's surviving followers are incredibly excited. This is the greatest cause! True justice! Not blasphemy!)
"You haven't said who he is yet!" Harry reminded him.
"Let me introduce him." Krum took a deep breath. "Gellert Grindelwald is a dark wizard, the most evil kind, far more evil than Voldemort."
"He also attended Durmstrang Institute. Fortunately, the school administration saw his evil early on and expelled him before he could conduct yet another evil Dark Magic experiment."
"However, this did not stop him, and by no means stopped him from continuing to delve deeper into Dark Magic."
"Being expelled, on the contrary, allowed him to start experimenting recklessly and spread his reactionary ideas that broke the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy everywhere."
"As we all know, Grindelwald began to build his own army. Eventually, he and his fanatics carried out several highly destructive attacks in Europe, attracting the attention of international magical authorities."
"Several attacks have also drawn attention in the Muggle World, dramatically increasing the risk of exposure to the wizarding world. In response to Grindelwald's actions, an international manhunt has been launched."
"But by then he and his forces had already grown strong."
"The search only enraged him, Grindelwald began killing people everywhere, including my grandfather."
"In the end, the United Ministry of Magic could only find Dumbledore."
"Because Grindelwald has never had any power in England, 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 only consider Hogwarts my home!")
"And then?" Harry pressed.
"Then everyone knows. Dumbledore, who was 63 years old at the time and was serving as the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, finally stepped forward amidst the people's clamor. In the greatest wizarding duel in history, Dumbledore ultimately defeated Grindelwald."
"Grindelwald was convicted and imprisoned in the highest cell of Nurmengard."
"Nurmengard?" Harry asked.
"A wizarding prison in Austria, which Grindelwald used to imprison his opponents. And now it imprisons himself."
Krum was incredibly excited, his eyes sparkling with joy. "I heard he's so thin he's practically skin and bones, looking no different from a beggar on the street."
(Dumbledore's eyes flickered. "Gellert.")
(In Nurmengard, Grindelwald, dressed in a suit and listening to music, is cutting a steak and a smirk plays on his lips.)