"Careful, Elena, this is the last flight of stairs to Gryffindor Tower..."

"– I know, there are traps on the stairs."

Elena looked up and finally saw the magical light above.

At the edge of the stairway entrance, Grindelwald turned around, grinned, and waved at her.

Without Dumbledore at the school, this retired old Dark Lord really turned into someone who puts in effort without getting results. Does settling disputes still have to depend on her?

"Hannah, prepare to enter—"

Elena whispered an order, taking a few quick steps on the stairs.

One step, two steps, three steps—

Rua!

Boom!

The moving staircase groaned and creaked.

She leaped from the step, charging toward the fire zone above like a cannonball.

Almost at the same time, Hannah dashed out from behind her, two petite figures flying upwards one after the other.

"Ah, Elena and Hannah have finally arrived—"

Grindelwald said slowly, smiling at Madam Pomfrey beside him.

Compared to the two girls, they had arrived a while ago, but other than healing a few wounded, he hadn't interfered too much in the battle.

"Dumbledore used an interesting phrase, 'No discord, no concord'—sometimes, we have to let people vent a little."

Grindelwald said, dissuading Madam Pomfrey and others who were planning to draw their wands to mediate.

Anyway, there were so many top wizards present. Any wizard who went too far would be stopped by him or Professor Flitwick.

However, it was about time to wrap things up...

Grindelwald glanced at the girls soaring upwards and lazily drew his wand... at the very tip of his wand, a small vortex began to twist.

"Everyone… lie down!"

A small bubble emerged in the center of the "battlefield," seemingly slow but actually fast.

Accompanied by Grindelwald's low murmur, it contracted inward for a moment, then suddenly exploded like a layer of fireworks bound to the plane.

An invisible wave of air swept through the corridor in an instant, the shockwave crashing indiscriminately against everyone's chest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eh?

Elena blinked, feeling something whiz past her head.

Then, all the conflicts ended.

The airwave, bound to a height of three centimeters, instantly defeated most of the wizards, their wands flying high, accompanied by the sound of scattered bone dislocations.

The young wizards of this era were just too weak.

Of course, a few had some resistance—but still too weak, too weak…

Grindelwald looked at the few wizards staggering back in the field, with no desire to wave his wand a second time, because—

Boom!

Boom!

Two loud explosions appeared in the center of the field, one after the other.

Elena and Hannah landed heavily in the middle of the corridor like two reverse-flying meteors.

Countless stone slabs and debris were blasted up, smashing around them. Two layers of arc-shaped stone walls rose suddenly, cutting off both sides of the melee.

Reinforced runic enchantments and transfiguration combined—the prefects' control skill: [Heaven and Earth Shattering].

"Now you can understand why I strongly insisted on waiting for them to arrive before mediating, right?"

Grindelwald turned to look at Madam Pomfrey, smiling gently.

"Treat everyone equally, and minimize conflict damage as much as possible."

"In this narrow terrain, without Elena and Hannah's help, it's actually difficult to achieve zero casualties."

"Alright, now we've achieved the first goal, only 'zero injuries' is left. Four healers working together, I think that should be more than enough..."

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed in their ears.

"Professor Apocalis!"

"Oh, are you alright?"

Grindelwald turned around and asked with a concerned expression.

"Of course," Professor McGonagall said through gritted teeth, thankful that she was an Animagus.

At the moment the shockwave erupted, she narrowly managed to transform, dodging two or three waves of continuous impacts.

Sirius and Lupin also reacted in time, each casting spells to block the shockwave, avoiding lying on the ground waiting for treatment like the other wizards.

"I understand what you want to say, Professor McGonagall." Grindelwald blinked and said with a calm smile, "Hogwarts is not a battlefield. Using violence to control violence is not a solution worth promoting—but sometimes it is indeed the most effective, isn't it? Professor McGonagall, at least now everyone can be quiet for a while, calmly think, and discuss."

Professor McGonagall heard a light cough behind her. She turned around, her expression still quite ugly.

Elena and Hannah were clearing scattered piles of rubble while waving their wands, healing the groaning wizards around them one by one.

"So, can anyone tell me what exactly is going on?"

"Well, that—"

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, looking playfully at a middle-aged wizard who was smiling wryly.

"I heard Mr. Lovegood seemed to witness everything. Perhaps, we can ask him first?"

"After all, I just arrived not long ago, and I don't really understand the specific ins and outs..."

"Yes, I'm also very curious—" Professor McGonagall frowned, "Why are the Ravenclaw parents so angry?"

"Uh—"

Xenophilius Lovegood gave a dry laugh.

"Actually…"

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Not good!