It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 189 Battle in the Hall of Time
The campus atmosphere at Hogwarts Middle School in 1977 was far less relaxed than later.

From the current performance, Dumbledore is not a qualified headmaster, or an educator.

He has controlled the school for decades, and has maintained a high prestige in the magic world for nearly 30 years, but he still has not completely controlled the thoughts of the students in the school.

In the Muggle world, anyone who has served as the headmaster of a school for a long time, the students who come out of it are all the headmaster's hard-core confidantes.

What's more, Hogwarts is an all-boarding seven-year school. Little wizards in the wizarding world spend the seven years in this castle from the age of 11 to 18. They are most easily influenced by the outside world.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of correcting their thoughts, and allowed the crooked ones to continue to grow crooked, making Hogwarts Castle almost a microcosm of the outside wizarding world.

Almost all the students in Slytherin came from families that supported Voldemort. They hugged each other and secretly studied black magic together in private.

And Gryffindor especially disliked these people, as if the conflict between Snape and James was caused by the academy in the first place.

Dumbledore seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and just focus on teaching magic. As for what those students will do in the future after they learn magic, whether they become the scourge of the magic world or join the Aurors, it doesn't seem to matter to him.

Snape, who is now in his thirties, can also understand Dumbledore's difficulties.

It's not that the old man doesn't want to do these things, but that if he does, it will touch the sensitive nerves of a large number of people.

Hogwarts has never been the private property of a single person. Even when it was first created, it was shared by the four founders.

After nearly 1000 years, the situation became more complicated.

The only academy of magic in the UK is subject to the two major constraints of the Ministry of Magic and the school board.

And Dumbledore's so-called principal, from a legal point of view, is nothing more than an employee recruited by the school board.

As long as those school directors want, they can vote to remove him at any time.

Of course, they usually gave Dumbledore enough face and power, and generally never interfered in school affairs.

But if Dumbledore wanted to spread his ideas openly, it was impossible for the school board to let him go.

After all, those who can hold the position of director of Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old school, are all real wizard families in the wizarding world.

Among these families, there are not a few that have an ambiguous relationship with Voldemort (such as the Malfoy family).

So it seems that Dumbledore did nothing, but in fact it is impossible for him to do anything at all.

Unless he wants to use his own power to start a dictatorship over Hogwarts, but such a thing, he will never do it.

At this time, it has been more than a week since the new semester of Hogwarts started. Although various major events are constantly happening in the magic world outside, the castle is still peaceful.

Snape entered the school through the secret passage of the Screaming Shack, and now he has drank the polyjuice potion containing Snape's hair at this time, and he has become what he was when he was a student.

It is not an easy task to deliver the magic note that Sherlock gave him to Lily and make her willing to accept it.

But now, Snape had thought of a way worth trying.

It was just after eight o'clock, and the curfew in the castle hadn't started yet, but there were few students still wandering in the corridors.

After Snape entered the castle, he followed the very familiar route, all the way to the basement, and came to the door of the head Slytherin's office.

He gently rolled his throat, the voice-changing potion made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he could only force himself to suppress the desire to clear his throat, and gently knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

After an old voice came from inside, Snape opened the door and walked in.

The Slytherin Headmaster's office at this time period is very different from that of more than ten years later.

The lights in the room were warm, and there was a sweet smell in the air. The shelves beside the wall were not filled with all kinds of frightening animal organs as they were later, but instead were filled with flowers, plants and books.

A fat old man with a beard like a giant elephant was lazily lying on a recliner, and there were various honey candies on the desk in front of him.

This was Horace Slughorn, the Potions professor and head of Slytherin who had worked in Hogwarts for 40 years before Snape.

"Professor." Snape called out in his childish yet stiff voice.

Slughorn sat up from the couch and saw Snape with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

"It turned out to be Severus. What else do you need to come to me at this time? Are there any potion formulas that you feel have problems and can be improved?"

Snape's performance in Slytherin was particularly outstanding when he was a student. It can be said that he was the most outstanding student in the same school. Slughorn, who liked to make friends with outstanding talents, naturally took good care of him.

"No, it's not about potions." Snape remained indifferent, "I want you to do me a favor and borrow your identity."

The smile on Slughorn's face was slightly restrained, his eyebrows were obviously raised, and he asked thoughtfully.

"Oh? This is really an unexpected request. May I know what you want to do with my identity?"

Snape's acting skills were terrible, but as long as he kept his face paralyzed, most people could see his flaws.

He's basically been like that at school ever since he broke up with Lily.

"You should know about me and Lily, she doesn't want to have any contact with me, but I have something to give her. If I send it directly, she won't accept it. Among the people I know, she only trusts you .”

Slughorn froze for a moment, then laughed.

Although Lily is a student of Gryffindor, she has a really good relationship with him, the Head of Slytherin.

He does not judge people by blood, but by talent and ability.

"It's normal for young people to have some small conflicts." He said with a smile while clutching his stomach, "But Lily is still unwilling to forgive you after so long, then she is really angry with you. Then I understand the girl's character, once she makes a decision, she won't change it easily."

The expression on Snape's face didn't seem to change, but his two hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe could not help but clenched tightly.

"She doesn't forgive me, but I still have to remember the past friendship after all."

Slughorn sighed softly, scratched his hair, plucked a strand from it and handed it to Snape.

"Go see her, don't use my identity to do other things, well, such a reminder may be unnecessary for you, and there is no other thing worth doing with your character."

Snape took the hair from Slughorn, but there was still no movement on his feet, and he stood still and continued.

"Professor, please keep it secret for me and don't tell anyone about it."

"Well, if it's your request, I will."

Snape looked at the fat old man who was lying back on the couch again, and a rare flash of gratitude flashed in his always indifferent eyes.

"Good night, Professor."

"I also wish you a smooth chat with Lily."

After a brief greeting, Snape withdrew from Slughorn's office.

He dropped the hair into a new bottle of Polyjuice Potion and drank it in one gulp.

The moment the explosion sounded, Sherlock grabbed Eddie's arm and rolled aside!

The huge impact directly shattered the black door of the Hall of Time, and countless sawdust scattered in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

Although the door was shattered, no one broke in. There was only a burst of screaming from outside.

Sherlock and the others were very close to the door just now. If he hadn't reacted in time, both Eddie and him would have been injured.

The two stood up from the ground, looked at each other, and could see what the other was thinking from the eyes.

What they guessed in the office just now probably came true!
Eddie said in a hurried tone for the first time.

"I'll go outside to help, you take Amy and get out of here!"

Sherlock tried to use Apparition directly in front of him, his body twisted slightly for a moment, and was squeezed out by the space again.

This place has obviously been covered by anti-apparition magic!
"I can't get out." Sherlock's voice remained calm, "The only way to get out is to go through the door!"

"Are there any other rooms in the Hall of Time leading to the outside?"

"The Hall of Prophecy can give it a try, but there is no guarantee that there will be one!"

While Sherlock was talking with Eddie, he directly scattered all the wands in the magic pocket.

Two hundred wands of the same length and texture floated densely around him, like a swarm of bees surrounding a honeycomb.

This was the first time Eddie saw him using all the wands he could control, and the shock in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

"You can handle so many wands at once!"

"It's okay to have more, but then you won't need to use the spell a few times." Then, he pointed the wand in his hand and said the spell to himself, "Armor protects you!"

Sherlock said solemnly.

"Wake Amy up, make sure she's safe first, and then talk about whether you can help."

Eddie controlled his urge to rush out to help his colleagues immediately, gritted his teeth and nodded, and pushed open the door of Amy's room.

Amy had already been woken up by the explosion, and she was standing in front of the bed in her pajamas with a confused look on her face.

"What happened?"

"There was a little accident, go with Dad." Eddie grabbed Amy's hand in a hurry.

Sherlock stared at the door of the Hall of Time. When Eddie went to bring Amy out, there were already a dozen men in black robes with iron masks rushing in!

Without stopping for a moment, he controlled the fifty magic wands floating in the air to wave together.

"All petrochemical!"

More than 50 red beams burst out from the tip of the wand!

The area of ​​the door was not large, and the number of Death Eaters rushing in was not too many, and the number of fifty shots was just right. No amount of spells would have the desired effect except for consuming Sherlock's physical strength.

The distance between the wand and these Death Eaters varies, and the time at which the spell hits them varies.

Those Death Eaters were all protected by the Iron Armor Curse. The first dozen or so spells hit shattered the Iron Armor Curse of the five Death Eaters in front. !

The five Death Eaters were petrified on the spot, and fell backwards weakly.

But at the same time, they also blocked Sherlock's petrification spell with their bodies, so as not to affect the people behind.

Sherlock's spell-casting action has not stopped, and the countless wands in mid-air are waving together like elves with their own consciousness.

The blasted and shattered fragments of the black gate around were controlled by the spell, floating up from mid-air, and the magic power reshaped its material, undergoing a huge transformation!

Sawdust is growing like crazy!

It was as if they had been re-given with renewed vitality, and the new branches continued to collude in series, trying to close the gap that was blasted open by the Death Eaters again!
However, just as the vine wall formed by transfiguration was about to form, a piercing female voice uttered an unforgivable spell!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled with death and loneliness passed through the gap in the wall of the Vineman before it finally closed, and shot straight at Sherlock!
The moment the spell sounded, Sherlock's spirit doubled.

The quick nerve reaction caused him to roll over to one side, and the green spell was as fast as lightning, slashing past his hair dangerously!

"Oh!"

The Killing Curse finally hit the largest of the pile of hourglasses near the door of Amy's room!
The sound of glass bursting sounded, and the huge hourglass was shattered by the spell blast!

In the upper part of the hourglass, those blue light particles disappeared without a trace after touching the air, like ice cubes melting in water.

But in the lower part, those golden, gravel-like substances float slowly in the low sky like a nebula.

Eddie took Amy and ran out of the room at this time.

The floating height of those golden light particles only reached Eddie's waist, but it just filled Amy's eyes.

She blinked her eyes, and the light particles were like iron filings meeting a magnet, fast but silently, continuously gathering into her eyes!
"Dad, Amy's got sand in her eye."

Amy was held by Eddie with one hand, and said while rubbing her uncomfortable eyes with the other hand.

Eddie didn't have time to pay attention to her words at this time. Although Sherlock blocked the door of the Hall of Time with Transfiguration, those Death Eaters still persisted. The sound of explosions kept ringing outside. The woven walls obviously won't last long.

Sherlock stood up from the ground in some embarrassment, and while controlling the wand and continuing to use Transfiguration to thicken the wall, he spoke quickly.

"Enter the Hall of Prophecy! There are too many people outside, even if I can control many wands, the space here cannot be used!"

　The spirit is a little sluggish, at least two thousand more, and I will make up for it tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)