A certain Hogwarts rune professor
Chapter 547 Gunter Ring
Chapter 547 Gunter Ring
Hogsmeade village, Felix is talking with representatives of the French Ministry of Magic.
The man named "Giles Fitzgerald" was very talkative, and if you ignored his frequent movements of reaching out and smoothing his pathetic thinning hair, the whole process was light and pleasant.
"I heard that Mr. Haip is also the school director of Beauxbatons. He was discovered by Mr. Nick LeMay... He really picked the right person. Mr. LeMay has always been generous. I got a lot of money when I was in school. Nice fellowship, and he's such a nice fellow, isn't he, Myron?"
Giles turned to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him, who was Beauxbaton's vice-principal.
"You're right." Myron said steadily, "Mr. Flamel's departure is a loss to the French magic community."
Giles cleared his throat, "That's it, but we have Mr. Hype again, history always repeats..."
"Yes." Vice-principal Myron said briefly.
Felix smiled and said nothing. This conversation took place when Giles was beating around the bush to inquire about his arrangements for the Beauxbaton Scholarship. After discovering that Felix was not interested in the part that praised him, he turned his head and praised Nicole Flamel's contribution in a high-profile manner.
Nick Flamel left a lot of legacy, but Felix only took what was most useful to him, leaving everything else intact.Including the vault of Nick's Gringotts branch in France, he has only been there once, and there are not many alchemy items worthy of his attention.
So when the Gringotts goblin took out a thick stack of contracts, he didn't choose to cancel any of them.
Felix thought it would please him to do so.
"It's a bit windy today," grumbled Giles, pushing aside the lock of hair that kept teasing his nose in front of him.
But soon, there was a burst of noise from a distance, Felix raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression became serious.
He stretched out his hand, and a small black dot appeared on the palm of his hand. The dot was like ink dripping in clear water, and it quickly faded away. In the blink of an eye, a book appeared in his hand.
"Mr. Haip?" Giles asked in surprise, looking curiously at the rune book in his hand.
"We are in trouble, Mr. Giles. Tell the others to hide temporarily." Felix said calmly, his figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade.
An exaggerated black tornado hit the village of Hogsmeade. Wherever the black tornado went, it uprooted the rocks, grass, bricks, and trees along the way, and the wizards were in a mess.
"quiet."
Felix heard the loud voice of Amelia Bones say, but the effect was minimal. Everyone was frightened by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado was still some distance away, the howling wind and raindrops of water vapor had already begun. One step arrived, and it was smashing down.
"Ministry of Magic Auror, Striker, weather the storm with me." Ms. Burns shouted loudly, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic appeared from hidden corners.
Felix pressed his hand on the rune book, and the pages flipped, and a dozen orbs of milky white light flew out of it, rushing straight towards the majestic behemoth.
"It's lighting!"
"Professor Haip is here."
The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one gulp, and after a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was about to roll down the clouds in the sky, and pierced dazzling beams of light from the whistling vortex, which could be rushed into it. Break it up before the village.
The black tornado was forced to disperse into more than a dozen small whirlwinds, rushed into the village and began to wreak havoc, followed by stones and branches falling from the sky, Felix watched as a rock the size of a human head smashed the roof of a shop A big hole was made, and the ensuing whirlwind blew the furniture and ornaments everywhere, looking like some kind of vomiting monster.
Felix had to stop after breaking up a small tornado.He stood in the scattered air current, staring at the sky, a wizard in black robe appeared in the sky, his facial features were blurred and his skin was pale.
His red eyes looked down at the mess below, and he grinned silently. Are thousands of wizards useful?
"Come up." He said, mouthing.
Felix was unmoved, his silver eyes fixed on Voldemort.From the perspective of thestrals, his soul radiated black light from the inside out, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and then discarded.
A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul was uglier than his appearance.
He counted it several times, and there were seven gaps in total.
In other words, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Counting the body, he divided the soul into eight parts.
They've destroyed four of the Horcruxes, the diary, the diadem, Gaunt's ring, and the snake.There are three left: Slytherin's locket in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, who is a half-Horcrux, can't be peeled off at the moment; and the last one - unknown.
Felix's lips twitched, and he told Dumbledore in a corner of Hogsmeade this information.After finishing all this, he kicked away the stone under his feet, and appeared in the air with a leap, facing Voldemort far away.
"I think highly of you, Voldemort," said Felix. "People who call themselves rulers kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"It's just to say hello, do you care about accidentally hurting an ant or two?" Voldemort said lazily, twisting the snake stick in his hand, looking into Felix's silver eyes, his snake-like nostrils dilated excitedly, " Sure enough... you also transformed yourself, you chose thestrals?"
"Ah," Felix said calmly, "after all, it's a creature that has something to do with death."
"But they are too weak. I am inclined to the basilisk," Voldemort commented in a superior tone: "I have bred a few, but unfortunately none of them have grown up, which may be due to the lack of some key steps. Later I found that I prefer Black magic, I did some experiments on myself, some were successful, some were not... This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire magic world, and I have to go through some trial and error."
Voldemort enjoyed this pre-war exchange, one of his few interests.But there are very few people in this world who can discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore have nothing in common—Dumbledore has been using Transfiguration to greet him, and he always talks about "the power of love".
"Why didn't you see Dumbledore, you fell out?" Voldemort said maliciously, his snake-like pupils looked down.
"Isn't this what you expected? Before you appeared, I killed more than a dozen dark wizards, and he might not like leaving early." Felix said.
Voldemort studied his face carefully, as if examining the veracity of what he said.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "he's no longer my match."
"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.
"You think I'm talking big?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"I don't know. But it seems that you finally found a suitable wand for yourself, so you dare to appear aboveboard." Felix said that from the beginning, Voldemort put the wand in the most prominent position.
"The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was inherited by his best descendants." Voldemort spread his hand, and the wand in his hand glowed with emerald green light, buzzing and trembling.
"That would really suit you," Felix said slowly.
After a short exchange, a fierce battle broke out.
……
The village of Hogsmeade is in disarray.
The short and chubby Mrs. Padiff ran out of her dilapidated shop, looking very embarrassed. The door of her shop was blown away, and she didn't know where she went at the moment.When she saw Voldemort in mid-air, she slumped on the ground and said in a daze, "It's true...he really came back..."
The relatively calm wizards gathered together and worked together to fight against the small tornado that had just been scattered by Felix.
The staff placed in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy, and some powerful wizards joined in on their own initiative. The owner of the Pig's Head bar smashed a small tornado while cursing. A somewhat similar old man with a white beard.
"You're useless," said Aberforth curtly.
Dumbledore waved his hand to disperse a whirlwind, and listened attentively. After a few seconds, his eyes showed complex expressions, surprise, regret, and hesitation.When he raised his head, he found that his younger brother was staring at him fiercely, as if hesitating whether to punch him in the nose.
"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"
Dumbledore glanced hurriedly into the distance, the battle had already started, Felix led Voldemort out of the village, the sound of the two people's battle resounded through the valley, black thunder accompanied by golden dazzling flames, plowed the ground over and over again , and then it rained spears, gold coins and... is that a Butterbeer cork?
In the corner, a fat wizard with a walrus beard looked around, and when he met Dumbledore's gaze, he smiled awkwardly.
……
A big golden-red bird descended from the sky. It had a golden tail and a pair of sharp claws of the same color. There were a bunch of people hanging on its legs, especially one dragged by its tail. Fox uttered a discontented cry, Shake off the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way.
"Oh my God--"
"Ouch! Don't hold me down."
"Don't talk, stay alert!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville got up from the ground, and saw Sirius holding his wand and looking around vigilantly, "Get out the wand quickly, children." The four of Harry did as they did. It was a mess, gravel was everywhere, the windows displaying goods were broken, and no window was intact as far as the eye could see. The sign of a shop was smashed by something, and the dust was covered in a thick layer.
"That's Mrs. Puddiff's shop. Where's her door?" Ron said, pointing to the open teahouse.
A figure staggered into the shop. It was Draco Malfoy.He almost crawled into the teahouse.
"What happened to him?" Neville asked puzzled.
"Maybe he regretted it," Ron said contemptuously, "No one begged him to come, he was the one who grabbed Fox's tail."
Looking at Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse in silence, Harry suddenly felt cheated.
Malfoy said he supported Professor Heppe, but he kept silent about how to support him, let alone admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy uttered during the whole process was that he admitted that he had done it himself. Give the diary (Horcrux) to Professor Haipu.
But the problem is, Malfoy doesn't know that the diary is a Horcrux.
Now that I think about it, that doesn't mean anything at all.Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand it in, and the professor he chose was Professor Haipu, who was also from Slytherin House. As he himself said, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets...
As for whether he has considered the safety of the little wizard from a Muggle family during this process, only God knows.
"Are we late?" Neville asked, his face still full of tension and excitement, and he saw this as a formal operation against Voldemort. "Mysterious people raided here? But what about the professor? Where's Headmaster Dumbledore? What about the staff of the Ministry of Magic?"
There was no one around.
Phoenix raised his head and let out a cry, then flew straight in one direction.
They looked at each other.
"Let's follow!" whispered Sirius. "Remember, we are not here to fight. I have fought Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first fight with the headmaster, Felix or the Ministry of Magic at will." Let the other party meet and tell them what Harry thinks." Speaking of this, he was silent for a while, "You are all students, but you are also the most steadfast fighters, I hope you can grow, no matter how much I talk about in class , is not as good as a practice. So, don't die."
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville nodded silently, this feeling was really different from the usual classroom.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise in the distance, as if a mountain had collapsed.
"It's the direction Fawkes left, the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore may be over there," said Harry.
They ran quickly, and the streets were full of debris of buildings, as well as furniture, books, cages, clothes... They climbed over obstacles in fear, but fortunately, they did not find the dead body .
"Where!"
In the distance are densely packed hundreds of wizards. It seems that everyone in the Hogsmeade village has gathered there. The Phoenix Fawkes flies forward all the way, shedding bits and pieces of light, and it finally stops on a rusty support Above and below are dilapidated wooden signboards.
"The Pig's Head Bar."
They exchanged glances and were very curious about Fox stopping here. Harry stepped forward and peeked in through the window with a big hole in it. As a result, he was almost fainted by the sudden smell of mutton. The table was dusty and the floor was dirty with greasy stains.
The light in the Pig's Head Bar was very dim, and a person could be vaguely seen sitting there. Harry opened his mouth wide, it was Principal Dumbledore!
why is he hereShouldn't he be fighting outside?Is this a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Hemp?Shouldn't Principal Dumbledore advocate the spirit of fair fighting?Harry's mind was in such a mess that he didn't even hear Sirius call him, and he opened the door blankly.
Fawkes, who was standing on the bracket, took the opportunity to fly in. It circled the room twice, seemingly unable to find a place to land, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.
"Harry? What did you see?" Sirius and the others walked behind carefully, and with the help of the faint light of a few small candle ends, they saw the only person in the room, "Principal Dumbledore?" They shouted in disbelief road.
"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly. He turned his head to look at Fox on his shoulder, and said reproachfully, "You shouldn't have brought them here."
Fox groaned softly.
"Principal Dumbledore, we have important information for you," Harry said eagerly, "Voldemort has obtained Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff—"
"I know, Minerva told me through the Patronus." Dumbledore played with the teacup calmly.
"Also—the headmaster of Ilvermorny was killed by Voldemort."
"I know too," Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Fontana...he shouldn't have died."
"I also know how to use Parseltongue to put Snakewood to sleep, so I can help," said Harry.
"Probably not, Harry," interrupted Dumbledore, his blue eyes scrutinizing Harry through transparent lenses, "No." He repeated, "You are not the owner of that wand, it won't listen." Yours, especially when it's in the hands of its true owner. And it's too dangerous for me to let you join the fray."
Harry froze, unable to speak, the initial excitement of seeing Headmaster Dumbledore disappeared in an instant.
"Principal Dumbledore, is Professor Haip the only one fighting outside now?" Hermione inhaled lightly.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, seemingly unaware of the hidden meaning of her words.
"But why - leave the Professor alone - an Auror from the Ministry of Magic -" Hermione stammered.
"It's a long story." Dumbledore's tone was still calm, he looked down at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort did not choose the battlefield we planned, or for example, I got into a bull's-eye before... The reaction Maybe half a beat slower than usual, and having to take time off to protect other people after it happened...but what really made me sit here and drink my tea was Felix stopping me."
"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Three people brought me messages today, but only Felix's news excited me the most." Dumbledore said, "I have to restrain myself... because I know that we are not ready yet, and the conditions are far away." Far from mature."
"But if you join forces with Professor Hemp—" said Harry eagerly.
"This is the key point. It is not what we want to defeat or drive away Voldemort, but to keep him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is fighting outside, and I am thinking about countermeasures. Thinking about how to appear on the stage... I know very well that even if I join forces with Felix, I won't be able to keep him, and will only scare him away. I have to think about the next meeting, or even the final battle. He's more conceited, he feels he has a chance, or—" He hesitated, thinking of what Felix had told him.
Felix could see mutilated souls...the last unknown Horcrux left, which should be the Hufflepuff Cup that disappeared with the locket.
"—Let him become a frightened bird, terrified all day long, and reveal his own flaws." He said softly.
Everyone looked at him inexplicably, but Dumbledore didn't mean to explain. He raised his head and seemed to be interested in the cobwebs on the ceiling.
Half an hour passed.
Dumbledore suddenly moved. He took off the glove that he had worn for nearly two months, and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed—a little bit of moisture, as if being burned by an invisible flame. It was dry and charred, until it looked like a charcoal just taken from a hot fireplace.
Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closely at his hand, then took out a black gemstone ring from his pocket with his intact left hand, and put it on his hand.
"Principal Dumbledore." Harry held his breath, "Your hand—"
Is it a disguise?Or is it really hurt?That's why you wear gloves all the time?His memory became clear, and in the few appearances since the beginning of this term, Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be wearing white gloves.
"Now is not the time to talk about that." Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's go, let's end the battle."
He stood up, and his body began to radiate powerful energy.
Although Harry didn't understand what Principal Dumbledore meant, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. This news was exciting enough. He had already imagined in his mind the image of Voldemort fleeing, and they pushed open the broken door and walked away. out.
A thin figure in a robe turned the corner and ran in the direction of the crowd.
Harry focused on identifying it, "It might be Malfoy." He said in surprise, didn't he hide in Mrs. Padiff's teahouse?
"Draco Malfoy? He came with you too?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, he didn't want the Headmaster to press on any further, because it involved Sirius planning to put the Amnesiac on the students, even though he knew that Snape would not miss this opportunity to complain, But he still hoped that the headmaster would know as late as possible.
Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore didn't ask much, he nodded slightly.
"You stand behind the crowd, don't step forward, and don't stand up." Dumbledore said seriously at the door, and the sign above their heads with the boar's head creaked in the wind. "Sirius, you keep an eye on them."
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore." Sirius whispered, since he came in just now, he didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eyes, although he thought he was right.
When the battle in the distance was at its most intense, the ground was riddled with holes, and traces of magic could be seen. They approached quietly, and no one noticed them. The expressions of the wizards watching the battle were mesmerized.
The two people in the battle were far beyond their comprehension, let alone meddling, a dozen broken puppet guards were the price for rashly approaching.
"Keep your distance, you don't want to be burned by Fiendfire?" Ms. Burns called.A group of Aurors and strikers stood in front of the crowd, dividing the battlefield.But standing at the forefront is a row of tall, burly puppet guards - a third of the Ministry of Magic's big purchases are here.
These puppet guards neatly propped up magical barriers one after another, bearing the aftermath of the battle.
In the distance, Voldemort's Hyena and Felix's dragon shaped by the Bright Fire Curse collided violently. The two seemed to be incompatible with each other. Every time they collided, large pieces of red and white flame fragments would be scattered, and these fragments fell On the ground, the ground was burnt into pieces of scorched black.
Stones continued to crumble under the cold air and fire.
Harry looked around and finally spotted Malfoy in a corner, completely concealed by a wide cloak that Harry could barely make out by his gray eyes and thin chin. .
At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and he really felt the fighting power and oppressive power of the world's top wizards - it was completely different from what he saw from his father.
Harry couldn't guess what Malfoy was thinking at the moment, but at least he knew that he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing on the trash can watching the battle next to him... Hey, where did the house elf come from?
Which wizard brought it?Harry thought dumbly.
(End of this chapter)
Hogsmeade village, Felix is talking with representatives of the French Ministry of Magic.
The man named "Giles Fitzgerald" was very talkative, and if you ignored his frequent movements of reaching out and smoothing his pathetic thinning hair, the whole process was light and pleasant.
"I heard that Mr. Haip is also the school director of Beauxbatons. He was discovered by Mr. Nick LeMay... He really picked the right person. Mr. LeMay has always been generous. I got a lot of money when I was in school. Nice fellowship, and he's such a nice fellow, isn't he, Myron?"
Giles turned to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him, who was Beauxbaton's vice-principal.
"You're right." Myron said steadily, "Mr. Flamel's departure is a loss to the French magic community."
Giles cleared his throat, "That's it, but we have Mr. Hype again, history always repeats..."
"Yes." Vice-principal Myron said briefly.
Felix smiled and said nothing. This conversation took place when Giles was beating around the bush to inquire about his arrangements for the Beauxbaton Scholarship. After discovering that Felix was not interested in the part that praised him, he turned his head and praised Nicole Flamel's contribution in a high-profile manner.
Nick Flamel left a lot of legacy, but Felix only took what was most useful to him, leaving everything else intact.Including the vault of Nick's Gringotts branch in France, he has only been there once, and there are not many alchemy items worthy of his attention.
So when the Gringotts goblin took out a thick stack of contracts, he didn't choose to cancel any of them.
Felix thought it would please him to do so.
"It's a bit windy today," grumbled Giles, pushing aside the lock of hair that kept teasing his nose in front of him.
But soon, there was a burst of noise from a distance, Felix raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression became serious.
He stretched out his hand, and a small black dot appeared on the palm of his hand. The dot was like ink dripping in clear water, and it quickly faded away. In the blink of an eye, a book appeared in his hand.
"Mr. Haip?" Giles asked in surprise, looking curiously at the rune book in his hand.
"We are in trouble, Mr. Giles. Tell the others to hide temporarily." Felix said calmly, his figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade.
An exaggerated black tornado hit the village of Hogsmeade. Wherever the black tornado went, it uprooted the rocks, grass, bricks, and trees along the way, and the wizards were in a mess.
"quiet."
Felix heard the loud voice of Amelia Bones say, but the effect was minimal. Everyone was frightened by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado was still some distance away, the howling wind and raindrops of water vapor had already begun. One step arrived, and it was smashing down.
"Ministry of Magic Auror, Striker, weather the storm with me." Ms. Burns shouted loudly, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic appeared from hidden corners.
Felix pressed his hand on the rune book, and the pages flipped, and a dozen orbs of milky white light flew out of it, rushing straight towards the majestic behemoth.
"It's lighting!"
"Professor Haip is here."
The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one gulp, and after a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was about to roll down the clouds in the sky, and pierced dazzling beams of light from the whistling vortex, which could be rushed into it. Break it up before the village.
The black tornado was forced to disperse into more than a dozen small whirlwinds, rushed into the village and began to wreak havoc, followed by stones and branches falling from the sky, Felix watched as a rock the size of a human head smashed the roof of a shop A big hole was made, and the ensuing whirlwind blew the furniture and ornaments everywhere, looking like some kind of vomiting monster.
Felix had to stop after breaking up a small tornado.He stood in the scattered air current, staring at the sky, a wizard in black robe appeared in the sky, his facial features were blurred and his skin was pale.
His red eyes looked down at the mess below, and he grinned silently. Are thousands of wizards useful?
"Come up." He said, mouthing.
Felix was unmoved, his silver eyes fixed on Voldemort.From the perspective of thestrals, his soul radiated black light from the inside out, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and then discarded.
A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul was uglier than his appearance.
He counted it several times, and there were seven gaps in total.
In other words, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Counting the body, he divided the soul into eight parts.
They've destroyed four of the Horcruxes, the diary, the diadem, Gaunt's ring, and the snake.There are three left: Slytherin's locket in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, who is a half-Horcrux, can't be peeled off at the moment; and the last one - unknown.
Felix's lips twitched, and he told Dumbledore in a corner of Hogsmeade this information.After finishing all this, he kicked away the stone under his feet, and appeared in the air with a leap, facing Voldemort far away.
"I think highly of you, Voldemort," said Felix. "People who call themselves rulers kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"It's just to say hello, do you care about accidentally hurting an ant or two?" Voldemort said lazily, twisting the snake stick in his hand, looking into Felix's silver eyes, his snake-like nostrils dilated excitedly, " Sure enough... you also transformed yourself, you chose thestrals?"
"Ah," Felix said calmly, "after all, it's a creature that has something to do with death."
"But they are too weak. I am inclined to the basilisk," Voldemort commented in a superior tone: "I have bred a few, but unfortunately none of them have grown up, which may be due to the lack of some key steps. Later I found that I prefer Black magic, I did some experiments on myself, some were successful, some were not... This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire magic world, and I have to go through some trial and error."
Voldemort enjoyed this pre-war exchange, one of his few interests.But there are very few people in this world who can discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore have nothing in common—Dumbledore has been using Transfiguration to greet him, and he always talks about "the power of love".
"Why didn't you see Dumbledore, you fell out?" Voldemort said maliciously, his snake-like pupils looked down.
"Isn't this what you expected? Before you appeared, I killed more than a dozen dark wizards, and he might not like leaving early." Felix said.
Voldemort studied his face carefully, as if examining the veracity of what he said.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "he's no longer my match."
"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.
"You think I'm talking big?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"I don't know. But it seems that you finally found a suitable wand for yourself, so you dare to appear aboveboard." Felix said that from the beginning, Voldemort put the wand in the most prominent position.
"The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was inherited by his best descendants." Voldemort spread his hand, and the wand in his hand glowed with emerald green light, buzzing and trembling.
"That would really suit you," Felix said slowly.
After a short exchange, a fierce battle broke out.
……
The village of Hogsmeade is in disarray.
The short and chubby Mrs. Padiff ran out of her dilapidated shop, looking very embarrassed. The door of her shop was blown away, and she didn't know where she went at the moment.When she saw Voldemort in mid-air, she slumped on the ground and said in a daze, "It's true...he really came back..."
The relatively calm wizards gathered together and worked together to fight against the small tornado that had just been scattered by Felix.
The staff placed in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy, and some powerful wizards joined in on their own initiative. The owner of the Pig's Head bar smashed a small tornado while cursing. A somewhat similar old man with a white beard.
"You're useless," said Aberforth curtly.
Dumbledore waved his hand to disperse a whirlwind, and listened attentively. After a few seconds, his eyes showed complex expressions, surprise, regret, and hesitation.When he raised his head, he found that his younger brother was staring at him fiercely, as if hesitating whether to punch him in the nose.
"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"
Dumbledore glanced hurriedly into the distance, the battle had already started, Felix led Voldemort out of the village, the sound of the two people's battle resounded through the valley, black thunder accompanied by golden dazzling flames, plowed the ground over and over again , and then it rained spears, gold coins and... is that a Butterbeer cork?
In the corner, a fat wizard with a walrus beard looked around, and when he met Dumbledore's gaze, he smiled awkwardly.
……
A big golden-red bird descended from the sky. It had a golden tail and a pair of sharp claws of the same color. There were a bunch of people hanging on its legs, especially one dragged by its tail. Fox uttered a discontented cry, Shake off the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way.
"Oh my God--"
"Ouch! Don't hold me down."
"Don't talk, stay alert!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville got up from the ground, and saw Sirius holding his wand and looking around vigilantly, "Get out the wand quickly, children." The four of Harry did as they did. It was a mess, gravel was everywhere, the windows displaying goods were broken, and no window was intact as far as the eye could see. The sign of a shop was smashed by something, and the dust was covered in a thick layer.
"That's Mrs. Puddiff's shop. Where's her door?" Ron said, pointing to the open teahouse.
A figure staggered into the shop. It was Draco Malfoy.He almost crawled into the teahouse.
"What happened to him?" Neville asked puzzled.
"Maybe he regretted it," Ron said contemptuously, "No one begged him to come, he was the one who grabbed Fox's tail."
Looking at Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse in silence, Harry suddenly felt cheated.
Malfoy said he supported Professor Heppe, but he kept silent about how to support him, let alone admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy uttered during the whole process was that he admitted that he had done it himself. Give the diary (Horcrux) to Professor Haipu.
But the problem is, Malfoy doesn't know that the diary is a Horcrux.
Now that I think about it, that doesn't mean anything at all.Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand it in, and the professor he chose was Professor Haipu, who was also from Slytherin House. As he himself said, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets...
As for whether he has considered the safety of the little wizard from a Muggle family during this process, only God knows.
"Are we late?" Neville asked, his face still full of tension and excitement, and he saw this as a formal operation against Voldemort. "Mysterious people raided here? But what about the professor? Where's Headmaster Dumbledore? What about the staff of the Ministry of Magic?"
There was no one around.
Phoenix raised his head and let out a cry, then flew straight in one direction.
They looked at each other.
"Let's follow!" whispered Sirius. "Remember, we are not here to fight. I have fought Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first fight with the headmaster, Felix or the Ministry of Magic at will." Let the other party meet and tell them what Harry thinks." Speaking of this, he was silent for a while, "You are all students, but you are also the most steadfast fighters, I hope you can grow, no matter how much I talk about in class , is not as good as a practice. So, don't die."
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville nodded silently, this feeling was really different from the usual classroom.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise in the distance, as if a mountain had collapsed.
"It's the direction Fawkes left, the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore may be over there," said Harry.
They ran quickly, and the streets were full of debris of buildings, as well as furniture, books, cages, clothes... They climbed over obstacles in fear, but fortunately, they did not find the dead body .
"Where!"
In the distance are densely packed hundreds of wizards. It seems that everyone in the Hogsmeade village has gathered there. The Phoenix Fawkes flies forward all the way, shedding bits and pieces of light, and it finally stops on a rusty support Above and below are dilapidated wooden signboards.
"The Pig's Head Bar."
They exchanged glances and were very curious about Fox stopping here. Harry stepped forward and peeked in through the window with a big hole in it. As a result, he was almost fainted by the sudden smell of mutton. The table was dusty and the floor was dirty with greasy stains.
The light in the Pig's Head Bar was very dim, and a person could be vaguely seen sitting there. Harry opened his mouth wide, it was Principal Dumbledore!
why is he hereShouldn't he be fighting outside?Is this a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Hemp?Shouldn't Principal Dumbledore advocate the spirit of fair fighting?Harry's mind was in such a mess that he didn't even hear Sirius call him, and he opened the door blankly.
Fawkes, who was standing on the bracket, took the opportunity to fly in. It circled the room twice, seemingly unable to find a place to land, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.
"Harry? What did you see?" Sirius and the others walked behind carefully, and with the help of the faint light of a few small candle ends, they saw the only person in the room, "Principal Dumbledore?" They shouted in disbelief road.
"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly. He turned his head to look at Fox on his shoulder, and said reproachfully, "You shouldn't have brought them here."
Fox groaned softly.
"Principal Dumbledore, we have important information for you," Harry said eagerly, "Voldemort has obtained Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff—"
"I know, Minerva told me through the Patronus." Dumbledore played with the teacup calmly.
"Also—the headmaster of Ilvermorny was killed by Voldemort."
"I know too," Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Fontana...he shouldn't have died."
"I also know how to use Parseltongue to put Snakewood to sleep, so I can help," said Harry.
"Probably not, Harry," interrupted Dumbledore, his blue eyes scrutinizing Harry through transparent lenses, "No." He repeated, "You are not the owner of that wand, it won't listen." Yours, especially when it's in the hands of its true owner. And it's too dangerous for me to let you join the fray."
Harry froze, unable to speak, the initial excitement of seeing Headmaster Dumbledore disappeared in an instant.
"Principal Dumbledore, is Professor Haip the only one fighting outside now?" Hermione inhaled lightly.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, seemingly unaware of the hidden meaning of her words.
"But why - leave the Professor alone - an Auror from the Ministry of Magic -" Hermione stammered.
"It's a long story." Dumbledore's tone was still calm, he looked down at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort did not choose the battlefield we planned, or for example, I got into a bull's-eye before... The reaction Maybe half a beat slower than usual, and having to take time off to protect other people after it happened...but what really made me sit here and drink my tea was Felix stopping me."
"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Three people brought me messages today, but only Felix's news excited me the most." Dumbledore said, "I have to restrain myself... because I know that we are not ready yet, and the conditions are far away." Far from mature."
"But if you join forces with Professor Hemp—" said Harry eagerly.
"This is the key point. It is not what we want to defeat or drive away Voldemort, but to keep him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is fighting outside, and I am thinking about countermeasures. Thinking about how to appear on the stage... I know very well that even if I join forces with Felix, I won't be able to keep him, and will only scare him away. I have to think about the next meeting, or even the final battle. He's more conceited, he feels he has a chance, or—" He hesitated, thinking of what Felix had told him.
Felix could see mutilated souls...the last unknown Horcrux left, which should be the Hufflepuff Cup that disappeared with the locket.
"—Let him become a frightened bird, terrified all day long, and reveal his own flaws." He said softly.
Everyone looked at him inexplicably, but Dumbledore didn't mean to explain. He raised his head and seemed to be interested in the cobwebs on the ceiling.
Half an hour passed.
Dumbledore suddenly moved. He took off the glove that he had worn for nearly two months, and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed—a little bit of moisture, as if being burned by an invisible flame. It was dry and charred, until it looked like a charcoal just taken from a hot fireplace.
Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closely at his hand, then took out a black gemstone ring from his pocket with his intact left hand, and put it on his hand.
"Principal Dumbledore." Harry held his breath, "Your hand—"
Is it a disguise?Or is it really hurt?That's why you wear gloves all the time?His memory became clear, and in the few appearances since the beginning of this term, Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be wearing white gloves.
"Now is not the time to talk about that." Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's go, let's end the battle."
He stood up, and his body began to radiate powerful energy.
Although Harry didn't understand what Principal Dumbledore meant, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. This news was exciting enough. He had already imagined in his mind the image of Voldemort fleeing, and they pushed open the broken door and walked away. out.
A thin figure in a robe turned the corner and ran in the direction of the crowd.
Harry focused on identifying it, "It might be Malfoy." He said in surprise, didn't he hide in Mrs. Padiff's teahouse?
"Draco Malfoy? He came with you too?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, he didn't want the Headmaster to press on any further, because it involved Sirius planning to put the Amnesiac on the students, even though he knew that Snape would not miss this opportunity to complain, But he still hoped that the headmaster would know as late as possible.
Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore didn't ask much, he nodded slightly.
"You stand behind the crowd, don't step forward, and don't stand up." Dumbledore said seriously at the door, and the sign above their heads with the boar's head creaked in the wind. "Sirius, you keep an eye on them."
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore." Sirius whispered, since he came in just now, he didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eyes, although he thought he was right.
When the battle in the distance was at its most intense, the ground was riddled with holes, and traces of magic could be seen. They approached quietly, and no one noticed them. The expressions of the wizards watching the battle were mesmerized.
The two people in the battle were far beyond their comprehension, let alone meddling, a dozen broken puppet guards were the price for rashly approaching.
"Keep your distance, you don't want to be burned by Fiendfire?" Ms. Burns called.A group of Aurors and strikers stood in front of the crowd, dividing the battlefield.But standing at the forefront is a row of tall, burly puppet guards - a third of the Ministry of Magic's big purchases are here.
These puppet guards neatly propped up magical barriers one after another, bearing the aftermath of the battle.
In the distance, Voldemort's Hyena and Felix's dragon shaped by the Bright Fire Curse collided violently. The two seemed to be incompatible with each other. Every time they collided, large pieces of red and white flame fragments would be scattered, and these fragments fell On the ground, the ground was burnt into pieces of scorched black.
Stones continued to crumble under the cold air and fire.
Harry looked around and finally spotted Malfoy in a corner, completely concealed by a wide cloak that Harry could barely make out by his gray eyes and thin chin. .
At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and he really felt the fighting power and oppressive power of the world's top wizards - it was completely different from what he saw from his father.
Harry couldn't guess what Malfoy was thinking at the moment, but at least he knew that he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing on the trash can watching the battle next to him... Hey, where did the house elf come from?
Which wizard brought it?Harry thought dumbly.
(End of this chapter)
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