A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 680
Ms. Bones left in a hurry. She came here this time to personally tell Felix Grindelwald the news of another jailbreak. After that, she will immediately rush to the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards for a meeting to discuss the impact of this incident.

"I checked the information when I came here," she said seriously before leaving: "When Grindelwald's power was at its peak, the Ministry of Magic of various countries was forced to form a coalition to fight against the saints who could gather and disperse at any time—and the last time Auror squads dealing with Voldemort are completely different."

Felix returned to the auditorium, and was called away by Professor McGonagall. When she was sorting out Dumbledore's letters, she sorted out Dumbledore's desk by the way, and found a will—to be precise, it was a Written resignation letter.In his resignation letter, he thanked everyone who worked with him, and decided to donate most of his belongings - such as his private library, notes on magic research, magical instruments and other personal possessions - to Hogwarts.

"For a person who is about to embark on a journey, it is too cumbersome to carry these things. Memory is my most precious wealth."

Professor McGonagall read the words aloud in front of the faculty, and each professor offered his thanks and best wishes.

After the meeting, Professor McGonagall left Felix behind and handed him a letter, "also found while sorting out the letters." Felix was quite surprised, he thought Dumbledore would never write to him Woolen cloth.

After all, all these letters were elaborate lies by Dumbledore.

After asking Professor McGonagall, Felix realized that this letter had been mixed among many letters. Felix was only concerned with picking out the one signed by Gellert Grindelwald, ignoring the others.

"He also left me a letter," Professor McGonagall said emotionally. "I read it and thanked me for my long-term support to him. In fact...he was the one who encouraged me during the most difficult time in my life. I'll never forget!"

Felix opened the envelope, the letter was not long, it was only filled with half a sheet of parchment.

"...once I realized that power was my weakness, I avoided it as much as possible for the rest of my life. But people don't always get what they want. At certain stages in my life, I was forced to be involved in matters concerning the safety of the wizarding world. Important events, being expected to lead some people, they trust me, but they don't know that I am deeply afraid - when you try to achieve a grand goal, your heart will become cold, and you will not consciously put human value on it Weighing at both ends of the scale ignores the fact that they are human beings too, and that sacrifice is always allowed in times of crisis."

"Maybe one day you will take the initiative to bear the fate of countless people-I believe you will do this if necessary-and you will also face the difficulties I have faced. Maybe you will be more decisive than me, but I never want You thus become numb to sacrifice. Pity the living, Felix, even if sacrifice cannot be avoided."

Felix slowly closed his eyes. He felt that the letter was extremely heavy. Dumbledore used his own death to the extreme, and he did not forget to make up a lesson at the end: tell him what responsibility is and what sacrifice is.

Dumbledore did, and he was the only one who died.

……

Harry glanced at the professor's seat. The professors were unusually silent, as if they hadn't recovered from the news of Dumbledore's sudden departure.

Professor McGonagall's choice to sit with Professor Hemp instead of the tall ornate chair that belonged to Dumbledore gave Harry a strange feeling, as if Dumbledore hadn't really Leaving, he may suddenly appear at any time, with a triumphant expression of a successful prank on his face.

"I think Professor McGonagall should plan to officially take up the post of headmaster next year." Hermione said softly.

"That's what happened." Ron came to his senses, "The holidays are coming soon, and the students are not in the mood...It would be better to wait until the next school year. Tell me, is Dumbledore sitting in a tavern by the sea now? ?”

Harry and Hermione turned to stare at him simultaneously.

"What's the matter?" Ron said puzzledly, "I've seen posters, and it's said that Muggles look like this when they're on vacation—wearing beach shorts and sunglasses, spending an afternoon by the beach, and when it gets dark Run to the nearest tavern to see a show... er, Hermione?"

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

"W-why do you feel that—given a choice, Dumbledore would leave school? Like you, you said—he's going to be on vacation right away, and he's got at least two months off." Ron didn't know She looked at her in bewilderment, but Hermione turned her face away, her eyes blurred with tears.

Harry felt something choking in his throat, and his eyes were sore.

He tried not to blink, fearing that it would cause tears to flow; he dared not speak - as if under some curse, if he dared to utter a word, or imagined with Ron that Dumbledore was somewhere in the world at this moment. In the scene where he celebrates his first day of retirement in a corner, he suddenly collapses.

Hermione stared at Harry's face, finally sure of something, when she burst into tears.

"Come on, Hermione. He never wants to—" Harry said hoarsely, as best he could.

Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "Yes, I'm sorry." She said in a tearful voice.Hermione buried her face in her arms and put one hand over her stomach, looking like she had a stomachache, but tears trickled down her eyelashes.

No one has noticed her yet, no, Harry felt a sharp gaze, he raised his head quickly, it was Professor Haip.Harry just wanted to get a better look, but the professor had already taken the initiative to look away.

"Harry." A voice whispered in his ear.

Startled by the familiar voice, Harry almost jumped out of his seat.He glared at Professor Hemp, who suddenly appeared behind him, and looked incredulously at the long dining table. existed in his head.

"—Weasley, Granger, you come along too."

Ron was stunned, Hermione looked up, her face completely teared up, and Felix handed her a handkerchief. "Oh thanks - what's going on here?" She stood up, morosely wiping away tears, only to be surprised to find a second 'Hermione Granger' sitting in the seat, and the 'she' was Heartlessly, he stretched out his arm and brought a plate of peas mixed with butter to his face.

Hermione's eyes widened.

Felix explained calmly: "I don't want other people to hear this conversation."

He walked towards the outside of the auditorium, followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione. They turned their heads three times at a step, worried that they would be discovered, but found that they were completely unnecessary, and another self was eating on the table instead of themselves.They are in a weird mood.

The four of them walked to the stone steps outside the castle, and the clouds reflected brilliant rays of light against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"Dumbledore hopes that the impact of his departure will be minimized, so in the next few years, you may hear news of him appearing in a wizarding town, or he writes to his friends to introduce himself. The scenery, the delicious food, and then disappear bit by bit.”

Felix said flatly.

"I guessed it," said Hermione, sobbing softly, "but I'm still hoping that maybe, maybe there's something wrong with his body or something..."

Ron's face stiffened as he finally realized what had happened.He looked at Harry, but Harry didn't respond, and found he would rather be back in the Great Hall, listening to his classmates talking about the holidays, about Dumbledore - at least in those people's minds, Dumbledore was still alive.

"You are Harry's best friends," Felix said to Ron and Hermione. "Harry knows, and you can easily guess the truth from his attitude, even if he hasn't said anything."

"So you want us to keep it a secret," said Ron slowly.

Felix nodded, then shook his head again.

"Including this. It was Dumbledore's wish, and he made a huge sacrifice, but I'm not sure now that things will go the way he originally thought... an accident happened... in Dumbledore's original In the plan, I, Professor McGonagall, Harry, and maybe the two of you, are the only ones who know about it."

"Accident? What accident?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione, who were depressed, and asked actively.

"Grindelwald," Harry said abruptly, sitting on the steps.

Hermione gave a look that was half enlightened, half confused.

"You should know who Leonhard Bagshot really is," said Felix, but in a definite tone, "and what he did, at least to some extent. Not long ago, he proposed a Scenarios — specific to possible unrest.”

"Me," he pointed to himself, "Dumbledore, and himself, the three of us will work together to deal with the complicated situation in the future, such as the wizarding world being forced to make it public... But Dumbledore refused, because he knew at that time This plan will never be realized. Not to mention, Grindelwald is now missing..."

"Professor, do you think he's going to disrupt Dumbledore's arrangements?" Hermione asked sharply.

Harry pricked up his ears. He didn't know what mood he was in now. He hoped that Dumbledore's achievements would be known, but he didn't want his plan to be destroyed.The mood is very contradictory.

"Oh, I see!" Ron said firmly. "He wants to go it alone and restore the glory of the past. When Grindelwald was transferred last night-when Hermione and I were guarding outside the headmaster's office, there was no Seeing that scene—according to Seamus, he passed out completely, which may be betrayal in Grindelwald's view."

Felix glanced at him,

"This possibility is not ruled out—but the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore is very complicated, and no one can say what he thinks in his heart." Maybe the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" recorded Dumbledore part of the truth.

"If Grindelwald really regards Headmaster Dumbledore as an enemy," Harry said thoughtfully, "he has to do one more thing besides gathering the saints—public news of Headmaster Dumbledore's death! "After speaking, he showed a shocked expression.

Felix thought silently, and he was also worried about this.And even if Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's difficulties, would his mind change?From the information that Felix has learned from all aspects, Grindelwald has always been a very assertive person. Even with Dumbledore's fear of Grindelwald, it is very likely that Grindelwald was the leader of their relationship when they were young. .

The world's greatest white wizard, possibly the first follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald.Speaking of this thought can make people shudder.

Even if half a century has passed, Grindelwald will be able to cultivate his mind and become weak?Felix doesn't think so. These people who have experienced the war, or led the war, no one will be outdone when it is time to be hard-hearted.

He didn't forget the content of the letter Dumbledore left him.

Felix hopes that Grindelwald has not given up on his previous idea. Although one of the three is lost now, his magic can create a Dumbledore identity. As long as he doesn't do anything, it is enough to confuse the real.In reality, he and Grindelwald balance each other, opposing each other on the surface, but communicating with each other in private.

Peaceful and moderate wizards support the International Federation of Wizards and Dumbledore (Felix), who represent the existing order, while radical and ambitious wizards seek refuge with Grindelwald to eliminate hidden dangers.If a tacit agreement can be reached, Felix doesn't mind supporting him in forming the New Saints.Anyway, Grindelwald has destroyed the confinement spell in his body.

So Felix didn't leave the school, and he was sending a signal: he was waiting for Grindelwald to find him.

"Harry, you should know that the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been transformed into a spacious playground by me. There is nothing going on at school these days. I suggest you form a few club activities..."

……

Austria, Salzburg.

This historic city is located in the west of Austria, close to the German border. Baroque-style ancient buildings can be seen everywhere in the old city, churches and monasteries are lined up, gardens and fountains compete. People living here can see the Alps when they look up. beautiful scenery.

In a spacious theater, thousands of wizards gathered together. They all have different appearances and moods. If you have to find one thing in common, it is that these people are all young wrinkled.

Everyone stared at the man on the stage.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends—" Grindelwald's low voice echoed in the empty room. This was the opening line of his speech in the past. After finishing these words, it seemed that a long time had passed , bringing them back to that frenzied era.But everyone knows that everything is different, and the man who used to be all-powerful is now old.

Many people shed tears.

"I'm not sure... Do I still have the qualifications to call you guys like I used to? You were my strongest supporters and trusted me...but I failed." The crowd was restless. "The future I promised you is half a century late. If you are disappointed, shaken, and change your mind, I can completely understand, because I have also been disappointed, shaken, and changed your mind..."

Grindelwald held out his hand behind his back—the saints exclaimed—his left hand was blackened.

"Don't worry about me," Grindelwald said softly. "This hand is my price for getting out of the cage, and it also represents my determination." From the tip of his wand, clouds of blue flames flew out, setting the whole stage on fire , a high-pitched phoenix cry came from the flames.

"...But if you still have the last hope, come with me, and I will show you that future."

The flames covered his figure. While the wizards in the crowd were still hesitating, a wizard stepped out without hesitation. It was a white-haired witch.Felix would have recognized her if she had been there, and she had gone by the pseudonym Nicole Noel.

She threw herself into the flames, and the flames did her no harm.Grindelwald welcomes her with that intact hand.

"Welcome back, Vita."

More and more people came out, and soon, the flames were full of people, even a little crowded.Their figures became blurred in the flames, and they could only be seen from their movements. They looked at a few companions together.

In the flames, Grindelwald spoke hoarsely.

"We were very close, so do me one last favor: tell Felix Heap that we'll meet soon, but not in the way he'd like." He bowed slightly, then straightened himself.

He flicked his wand sharply, and the flames suddenly shrank and vanished into nothingness.

Everyone on the stage disappeared.

(End of this chapter)