A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 546 Voldemort is Coming
ten minutes ago.

Hogsmeade village, the challenge continues.

According to the procedure, in the morning, Felix would explain the ancient runes, and at noon he would set aside a period of time for a challenge (to demonstrate his strength), and in the afternoon, the ancient text experts, magic school professors and principals at the scene would ask questions, and Felix would be responsible for answering them.

But because of the two incidents of 'a dozen black wizards mysteriously disappearing' and 'Felix using lighting to disperse the dark clouds', all the wizards are obviously confused now. No matter what Felix said, they all mechanically Looking at him, he still hasn't recovered from the shock just now.

No one dared to challenge, and many wizards who signed the magic contract complained.

Felix simply announced that the challenge session will be moved to tomorrow, let everyone rest first, and start the question session after two hours.The wizards dispersed separately. They needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially redefining the subject of ancient runes in their hearts.

A few wizards and all the reporters remained, and they surrounded Felix, asking all kinds of questions.

"Mr. Haipu, is the magma-like flame you just used also an ancient magic?"

"Yes."

"The power is so strong! So those people are dead?"

Felix glanced at the reporter, "You can think so." The reporter took a breath and smiled embarrassingly.

"Mr. Haipu, I have seen the illumination technique in a pamphlet about ancient runes, but its description is far less than your outrageous behavior...?"

"Ancient magic varies from person to person." Felix patiently explained, "It's difficult to control, but it also has fewer constraints..."

"Mr. Hype! Ouch, hold on! I'm a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic, and I'm writing to you—" said a stocky man, his hat popped off to reveal strands of flowing, thinning hair.

Felix looked at him, "Giles Fitzgerald?"

"It's me, Maxwell asked me to say hello for him." The man bowed slightly, showing his bald head, and said, "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects to the Beauxbaton School of Magic. Can we talk about it?"

Felix's eyes lit up, and he looked around, looking for that impressive tall figure: "Isn't Madame Maxim here?"

"She's stumped by trifles, she might arrive tomorrow, but Beauxbaton's vice-principal is here..." The man was squeezed so hard that he seemed about to spit it out at any time.He covered his head with one hand and pointed a stubby finger at a man a dozen feet away.

"No problem," Felix said.

On the edge of Hogsmeade Square, Amelia Bones let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally there wasn't too much trouble. Where did the dozen or so dark wizards come from? Are there any records in our files?"

Kingsley replied: "There is too little information available, and they used Apparition to enter the scene, and these dark wizards are not stupid—"

"It turns out they were stupid," Ms. Burns said tartly.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Is there no movement from Mad-Eye?"

"No news yet," Kingsley said.

"It's so strange," Ms. Burns said puzzledly, "We specially arranged a day off, and now the department's defense is unprecedentedly empty. This is the best chance to grab the memory ball..."

Kingsley shrugged.

"Leave him alone, the order here cannot be chaotic, let the Aurors and strikers expand the scope of investigation to the surroundings of Hogwarts."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I don't think Voldemort will show up on this occasion, I just try to eliminate hidden dangers." Ms. Bones smiled and said, "Even if you don't count Aurors and Strikers, there are close to two to three thousand in Hogsmeade right now. Wizards, many of them are the elite among wizards."

The expression on her face froze when she saw a face, and the principal of Ilvermorny School, Gilbert Fontana, suddenly changed his face and left solemnly.

"Let's follow up and have a look." Ms. Burns said after a little hesitation.

They watched as the principal of Ilvermorny School got into a temporary tent nearby. Ms. Burns and Kingsley stood in front of the tent and shouted twice, but got no response. They immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ms. Burns carefully parted the curtain, Kingsley's spell was ready to go, but there was no one inside.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it Apparation? Or the Portkey? Kingsley, notify the Portkey Office and the Reversal of Accidental Magic Event Team to come over, at least determine the approximate distance of movement..." Ms. Burns said seriously.

……

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Agilbert Fontana rushed out of the window at the same time, at an astonishing speed.

"Principal Fontana?" Uriah Edmund, who was walking with Bethany in the garden, asked in surprise, "Didn't you go to England? Why did you come back so soon?"

Principal Fontana hurriedly left a sentence: "The snake wood restraint has been touched, I'll go over and check." Then he disappeared from their sight.

Uriah's expression became serious, and he turned to Bethany and said, "It's no small matter to alarm Principal Fontana, I'll follow and have a look."

"In case of danger—"

Uria hesitated for a moment, raised his arm, a line of tiny runes began to appear on the inside of his wrist, and then a wand appeared out of thin air.

"Uria, this is what Mr. Haipu asked you to use at a critical moment." Bethenny persuaded: "I'll go find another professor—"

"Now is the critical moment." Yuria said holding the wand, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

On the other side, Principal Fontana had already appeared at the school gate, and after a short pause, he ran towards Snakewood.He thought quickly, the previous principals have left protective magic on the snake wood, which cannot be destroyed by ordinary students, especially the snake wood is related to a secret more than 300 years ago.

The students of Ilvermorny only knew that the leaves of the Snakewood had powerful healing properties, but as the headmaster and descendant of the original twelve Aurors, he knew more: one of the most important founders of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry —The witch Isolt Thayer once held Salazar Slytherin's wand.

Headmaster Fontana hurriedly walked, and the secret history of the past slowly flowed from his heart:

Isolt Thayer's mother was born into the ancient Gaunt family, a pure-blood family and the oldest descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Her mother, however, was not as supportive of pure blood as most of the family and moved out of the family early.

After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isolt.Isolt's early childhood was very comfortable and beautiful, with parents loving him, and the family often silently helped the No-Maj neighbors, but a fire destroyed all the good things. In this disaster, both Isolt's parents died.

The culprit is Isolt's aunt, Gormley Gaunt, a irascible witch.She took away Isolt, who was only five years old, and planned to train her to be a "qualified" pure-blood wizard.As Isolt grows up, she gradually recognizes the true face of her aunt, finds an opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she herself is not allowed to have a wand), and after some twists and turns, boards the Mayflower to North America.

That wand is the heirloom of the Gaunt family - Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff.

Isolt married her No-Maj husband in the New World, lived a peaceful life for more than ten years, and established the prototype of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during this period. The residence of the great Isolt, Gormley Gaunt was furious. She used the rules that had been designed at the beginning of the production of the snakewood, and used the Parseltongue to order the snakewood into a dormant state, and then appeared to kill Isolt. The Sauters.

But she ultimately failed.

Later, Isolt buried the dormant wand in the ground outside the school and tried to make his own.The following year, the site where the snakewood was buried began to sprout what would become Ilvermorny's signature "medical" snakewood...  

Principal Fontana finally came to the snake tree, but he was stunned by what he saw: the snake tree was completely destroyed and turned into ashes.

A black-robed wizard with pale skin and blurred features gently stroked a radiant magic wand.

Snake stick!
The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was used as a foil in the news some time ago, and it was only ranked seventh wand, but Headmaster Fontana scoffed at this, because he knew from the beginning that other wands might not exist , but the wand must be real.And magical enough.

Voldemort was extremely satisfied. What he held in his hand at this moment was the wand of the greatest of the Big Four, without any rejection.He could feel his ancestor's wand cheering, its strength echoing his own, as if urging him to use it anyway.

There is nothing more suitable for me than this wand, and no one is more worthy of using it... Voldemort thought, now it is time to find a sacrifice worthy of it... He looked up at the sky, at this time The Felix Hemp should be in Hogsmeade?
Voldemort gave a grim smile, turned to leave—

"Stop!" shouted Headmaster Fontana, Voldemort's red eyes fixed on him.Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely distorted face. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked...

"Are you Voldemort, the dark wizard?" he said coldly.

"You may call me Voldemort the Dark Lord—" Voldemort bowed politely.

"Whoever you are, leave the wand behind! It's not yours." Headmaster Fontana shouted, his heart sank. Although Voldemort had never appeared in the United States, and he had never dealt with him, he had just died and resurrected. This... no, this is ridiculous, magic can't bring death back to life.

But since Voldemort has ravaged Britain for more than ten years, he still has 12 points of vigilance in his heart.

"Doesn't belong to me? There is no one who owns it more legitimately than me." Voldemort said contemptuously, "What if I say no?" He spread his hand lazily, and the snakewood staff glowed in his hand.

Headmaster Fontana felt bad for a while, the snakewood stick seemed to have chosen its owner.But he still drew his wand and stood ready, which was his responsibility as headmaster.

"Hey!" Voldemort sneered, his red eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to drip blood, he said softly, "it's not insulting to take you as the first sacrifice..."

"What did you say?"

"Awada gnawed on the big tile!"

Green light filled his entire field of vision.

"No!"

……

"No!"

Harry yelled out.His mind was in such a mess that it looked like someone had stabbed it with a knife.There was a green light in his sight, that was the color of death, he and another young man he saw in his mind shouted out at the same time, that person looked familiar...

"Harry, wake up!"

Hermione shook him, and he managed to open his eyes to find himself on the ground, pillowed on the cold ground, with a large shadow over his head.It was Ron, who was arguing with Malfoy.

"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't be trusted!"

"I did not do anything!"

"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scar," said Hermione.

Harry blinked a few times, not interested in their argument.His heart was heavy. One was dead, the headmaster of Ilvermorny.There was still a green light in his mind, and Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy's faces were all strangely contorted, and he looked around, Neville also holding his wand, silent as a stone.

He turned his head, and Sirius and Snape ran over from a distance, and the expression on Snape's face seemed to be as anxious as Sirius...

Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, the scar stinging like a needle prick.

"Harry," Hermione cried, "you can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath, "you can't allow your brain to be invaded—"

"Indulgence? Hermione, I can't let important information slip away from me, and it wasn't me who was hacked, it was I who hacked into Voldemort's mind!" Harry retorted angrily.

"But they are the same, your brain's defenses are already riddled with holes, and it will ruin your hard-working Occlumency." Hermione persuaded patiently.

"I can't take care of it for the time being, Hermione, we can talk about this later, we have more important things to do now." Harry said, he propped up his body, and his hands touched the cold soil, which made him feel excited shake.He grabbed another handful and pressed it on his forehead, the icy-like touch relieved the pain of the scar a lot.

He raised his head and looked at the cast iron gate in front of him.

"Harry, what did you see? Did he do something else?" Hermione leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"He killed the Headmaster of Ilvermorny," said Harry dully.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, Ron and Malfoy lost their voices, Neville's eyes widened, and Sirius and Snape who had just arrived were also stunned.They stared blankly at Harry, as if they had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

It was Harry who was the first to react. He said eagerly, "There are more important things. Voldemort is coming."

"what?"

"Voldemort is coming, and he's going to Hogsmeade to find Professor Hemp!"

(End of this chapter)