Blessing

"What's wrong, kid?" Kate tilted her head and looked at Ryan, who suddenly raised an eyebrow, by the fireplace in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

"Are you going to do that? Did you tell Snape?" Penelope's eyes lit up.

"The host of my most important wedge has been targeted."

"Potter? Hmm, during the game? Grindelwald?" Kate clenched her right fist and tapped it against her left palm, as if suddenly realizing something.

"Yeah, he wants to ruin Harry."

"How do you destroy it?" Penelope couldn't help but wonder.

The more you learn about the history of the First Wizarding War, the more you can appreciate the charm of Grindelwald.

This charm is not due to her words, appearance, or magical abilities.

Instead, the focus is on ideas.

Although this idea was naive to Penelope, who had been raised and broadened by Ryan.

But for a wizard born in the last century and raised in the magical world, that's already quite good.

His naiveté is valuable.

They were pioneers, they were enlighteners.

If the increasingly progressive Britain Wizarding World is the building, then his ideas are the crucial foundation.

He made wizards aware of the progress in the Muggle world.

And it planted the seeds of its future.

So, how would such a wizard proceed to destroy Ryan's work?

This is undoubtedly very interesting and worth listening to.

"He wanted to destroy Harry's perfection, through love. He wanted to steer Harry's magic toward pure good."

"Did I hear that right? This is totally Dumbledore's style!" Kate exclaimed, her eyes wide.

Ryan smacked his lips. "They're very similar."

However, Grindelwald had more faith in himself.

Lack of trust in others.

So much so that his unique Blue Fiendfyre also possess the power to test the hearts of his followers.

This is the difference between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Dumbledore also had a strong desire for control.

At the same time, he is also generous in giving his trust to others.

So when faced with Harry, he chose to trust him.

It only offers suggestions, without forcing or guiding anyone.

I chose to teach every Saturday evening to subtly influence him.

Penelope asked further, "Could you be more specific? What kind of magic will he use to influence this?"

"Um, I meant Grindelwald."

You can interpret this as a blessing.

Curses and blessings are two sides of the same coin.

Or perhaps blessings are inherently positive curses.

Like the Blood Curse, its true nature is a blessing from God.

But because modern wizards are too weak to bear it, they regard it as the most vicious curse. Ryan waved his hand, and an image appeared in the fireplace flames.

Those who don't know might think this is a link to the Floo Network.

But Kate and Penelope knew that it was just that Ryan had recorded a real-time view of a location in the world.

This is a solemn and majestic church.

However, it is now filled with wizards who were considered heretics in the Middle Ages and were arrested and killed in large numbers.

The spot that originally belonged to the statue now had a life-sized calendar.

On the calendar, muscular Harry and a dizzy Hungarian Horntail are standing in two indentations.

What was written on the parchment in their hands?

Also, those are merchandise items produced by our company.

"Could it be that Grindelwald intends to use it as a medium for blessing?" Penelope was very surprised, her two mounds trembling.

"Those parchments are not simple at all."

It's mostly filled with sugar and spices. It's covered with all sorts of beautiful blessings: handsome, kind, humble, and understanding.

Add to that the magic of X, representing the unknown element.

These wizards focused their thoughts on the name Harry Potter, using the calendar image as a guide to send their best wishes to Harry in the real world.

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Sugar, spices, and all sorts of good wishes, plus magic—that's how a blessing is born?

"Why use sugar and spices?" Kate asked, her face full of questions.

Ryan smiled. "This magical ritual originated in the Middle Ages."

Sugar was a very rare and expensive condiment in the past.

In the Middle Ages, Europe would even specify how many barrels of honey they owned in their wills to demonstrate their wealth.

The same goes for spices.

It also served as currency in trade during the Middle Ages in Western Europe.

It can be used to pay taxes, rent, or even to pay off debts or salaries.

In the past, some people considered both of these things to be more important than the lives of ordinary people.

Such an important item, coupled with beautiful blessings and the shaman's devout wishes.

It will naturally generate immense power.

"Grindelwald is really efficient! He's pregnant! And he still manages to cause so much trouble." Kate exclaimed briefly.

He then asked, "Will this affect Potter?"

"Of course not. Grindelwald underestimates Harry."

Even I think it's a perfect magic.

How could its balance be so easily broken? He continued speaking.

Ryan was a little disheartened.

With a casual wave of his hand, the image in the flames disappeared.

"You seem to really want Grindelwald to succeed?" Penelope squinted, sensing something was off.

Ryan shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me."

When the sacred combines with the sacred, the most holy evil is born.

It's the same whether the magic of the sacred and the evil are mutually reinforcing.

I've already learned the latter from Harry.

But the former... I originally thought Grindelwald had some skills.

It seems he's far less adept at leadership than a wizard.

On the other side, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Just as Ron was exclaiming, "Cool! It's great to be Champion. They just gave you these uniforms! Will you even need them for the later games?"

Harry, the person involved, suddenly staggered and managed to grab onto a tall oak tree with his right hand to avoid falling to the ground.

"Harry!" X4

Ron, Ginny, Draco, and Neville rushed forward and surrounded them.

"I'm okay? I saw a church. They... they were giving blessings?" Harry found it very strange.

His head was throbbing, but his intuition told him it was a good thing.

A warm current, along with the images in the church and the blessings that rang out, flowed into his body from somewhere.

He could even hear the Phoenix's beautiful, celestial cry and the fierce, earth-shattering roar of a beast.

The sound that followed was very similar to that of a dragon, but it wasn't something a dragon could make.

Harry didn't know that this actually came from Ancient Dragon.

It is far older than the Hades, which he and Hagrid considered to be the strongest Ancient Dragon Nether Dragon.

There are no recorded instances of natural disasters that occurred while traveling through history.

But he doesn't need to know.

As two completely unrelated voices rang in my ears, the warm current vanished instantly.

It's not that he disappeared; his body was like a sponge, instantly absorbing all this 'water' that came from who-knows-where.

His body suddenly felt full and light.

It's as if they've shed a thick callus.

Those images and the blessings filled with positive emotions have also disappeared.

My neighborhood is under lockdown. I have to get a nucleic acid test every day. That's why I've been updating later these past two days.

By the way, Chapter 235 has been blocked.

The application to lift the ban is in progress.