423 Chapter 423: The Wrath of the Lion!

As the words fell, Dumbledore's aura once again rose to a peak.

"Don't resist, everyone. This battle is very dangerous!"

A gentle force enveloped everyone present and wanted to move them to the edge of the Great Hall.

Almost everyone obeyed Dumbledore's will, and soon the middle of the Great Hall was emptied.

And several Head of Houses did not move at all and chose to stay in place.

Professor McGonagall wanted to fight with Dumbledore, while Professor Flitwick was extremely complicated and didn't know how to choose.

Alvin is one of the most satisfying students in his teaching career, bar none.

Whether it is his respect or thirst for knowledge, he is worthy of the best Ravenclaw in history.

He also often feels that having a student like Alvin is the pride of his life.

Because of this student, he always received envious glances from Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout.

But today's events have far exceeded his ability to cope. Professor Flitwick, who was caught in the middle, didn't know what to do.

"Professor, please go aside first. There are some things I have to do."

Looking at Professor Flitwick, Alvin sincerely persuaded him not to join the fight.

With a sigh, Professor Flitwick left. Instead of joining the audience, he left the Great Hall directly.

He didn't want to see what happened next. No matter who stayed, it was a kind of injury to him.

Watching his leave, Alvin waved his sleeves, and a shock wave threw several professors who were caught off guard into the crowd, leaving only Snape standing there.

"Snape, help me protect Hermione and the others."

Alvin gave a command, and Snape nodded under Dumbledore's unbelievable eyes, turned into a black robe, and came to Hermione and the others with a few ups and downs.

Looking at the small wizards crowded around him, he frowned, displeased, and opened a protective shield.

In the scene, it is just Alvin, Grindelwald, Crouch, and Dumbledore.

I don't know if it was an illusion. Still, many people saw a flaming phoenix hovering behind Dumbledore, and a giant blue bird competed with him.

"Let me go and get rid of Dumbledore."

Grindelwald's position is slightly higher, and it is he who is competing with Dumbledore at this time.

His expression was solemn because he had already felt the raging anger contained in that old body.

At this time, Dumbledore's mentality was very unstable. One of the people he trusted the most, Snape, was actually a spy.

Does he still have someone he can trust in this world?

Grindelwald was afraid that Dumbledore, in this state, would do something irrational and be slaughtered by Alvin.

That's right, he wasn't worried about Alvin, but he really thought that Dumbledore couldn't beat Alvin, so he was ready to make a move and let him retreat.

"No need." Alvin said in a relaxed tone. He took a step forward and came to Dumbledore in an instant.

"Professor, there's actually something I'd like to tell you. It's not the Ministry of Magic who made me this Headmaster, but the school that chose me."

Dumbledore laughed angrily. He didn't do any useless battles of words but silently meditated on something.

Fawkes's figure disappeared around him and soon returned with a hat still in his mouth.

"What are you doing? A duel demonstration?"

"Dumbledore, you should take care of your Phoenix... He burned all the new dust on my body."

The Sorting Hat was slightly surprised, and the big mouth at the top chattered.

But Dumbledore was not in the mood to accompany him to make fun of him at this time. He took the hat with a blank face and stretched out his hand to take it something.

People are still wondering why the Sorting Hat is brought here now.

People saw that Dumbledore's hand had left the hat, and he was holding a silver sword that looked very sharp.

The little wizards were in an uproar, and their eyes widened involuntarily.

There's a sword hidden in the Sorting Hat!

Everyone here entered the school through the Sorting ceremony, and when they saw the blade that shone with cold light, their necks were a little cold.

No one knew that the Sorting ceremony was so dangerous!

If the Sorting Hat accidentally leaks the sword...

The consequences were unimaginable.

And Dumbledore's following words can be regarded as a solution for them.

"This sword, the legacy of Godric Gryffindor, is called the Sword of Gryffindor."

"Only a real Gryffindor can pull it out of the Sorting Hat."

Slowly talking about the sword's origin, Dumbledore also held him high under Alvin's eyes.

There was a raging fire on the sword!

"This sword not only represents the history of Hogwarts, but it is also the last resort of protection left by the founder to the school."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, guilt in his heart.

He really is an incompetent Headmaster, and he actually used the trump card left by the founder during his tenure.

Moreover, it turned out to be used to deal with a student in the school!

But this emotion comes and goes quickly, and now is not the time for sentimentality.

He had to use this to drive Alvin out of school with the power of Hogwarts.

Only in this way can he turn defeat into victory!

Almost at the same time, all Gryffindor students throbbed, even Hermione.

The four house pennants hanging high in the Great Hall slowly fell, and countless golden light spots converged in front of Dumbledore.

Soon, a male lion was formed, and he roared to the sky with terrifying momentum!

"Roarrr!"

The sound was so loud that even the starry sky ceiling above his head trembled slightly.

And Alvin also felt that the whole castle was rejecting his existence as if his existence was the biggest threat to the school.

"Alvin Gaunt!" Dumbledore slashed the sword fiercely, the tip of the sword pointed at him, and there was a grandeur in his voice.

"I declare as heir to Gryffindor!"

"You've been banished from Hogwarts!"