Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 418 Fudge's Expression Management
Moody breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "According to the clues of the werewolf in London... I have tracked down to the fringe werewolf group in Knockturn Alley... I inquired all the way around Hogwarts... I know what those Death Eaters want to do!"

"And I just heard from Crouch and the others that Honeydukes in Hogsmeade has already seen the same thick fog as here..."

Deng, Deng, Deng.

He walked up the marble stairs and came to Fudge and the others.

"This time, the Death Eaters must be playing tricks... Maybe those guys have come to the school!"

Mad-Eye Moody's eyes rolled wildly, staring at the faces of everyone on the faculty and staff here, as if to see if there were any impersonators in the mix.

After hearing the words of this experienced old Auror, Professor McGonagall remembered what she had confirmed not long ago. She said hoarsely to Dumbledore and Fudge next to her, "It seems...too late!"

"Moody, have you ever seen Harry Potter from over there?"

asked Professor McGonagall eagerly.

Moody stared suspiciously into Professor McGonagall's eyes and shook his head.

"What do you mean!"

Fudge's heart beat violently, and he had a bad premonition.

"Harry, McGuffin and the other little wizards have been missing for a long time! I thought they had slipped out of the castle for a walk like the other students across the street...but after knowing the news, I guess...Minister!"

"minister!"

"Fudge! Fudge..."

Connelly Fudge's eyes went dark, and he rolled straight down the marble stairs.

He felt as if all the energy in his body had gone away.

Now, Fugui is thinking about the idea just now, and he doesn't know which posture can make him look better when he goes to the dementor to find (si).

A wave of sound drowned him, and there were voices everywhere, the roar of the fire dragon, the sound of footsteps, shouting,... He seemed to be lifted up by someone.

Fudge really didn't want to open his eyes, if only this were a nightmare, it would pass soon...

unfortunately,

After opening his eyes, what appeared in front of him was still the night sky, the fiery red stream of flames, and the giant figure in black robes... The fire dragon and the dementor were fighting back and forth, as if the war would continue like this forever.

Albus Dumbledore was crouching in front of him.

There were dark figures all around, and people were looking at him worriedly.

"Harry, Harry..."

Fudge called this name in a low voice, completely looking like he was about to be played crazy, even in front of everyone, he didn't even care about his own image.

"It's all right! Don't worry, Connelly!"

Dumbledore comforted, with an inexplicable expression flickering in his expression, as if he was covering up something he knew.

He directly pulled Fudge up with strength that was not suitable for a skinny old man like himself.

"You...do you know anything?" Fudge seriously flashed hope.

This time Dumbledore didn't say anything clearly again, he said vaguely, "His friend MacGuffin Albert is also beside him...you should know his strength...he will be fine."

For a moment, Fudge thought of the figure of MacGuffin, and the scene where the curse of [Black Nightmare] passed over his head... The smell of burning hair, he could not forget until now.

If it's just dementors, then there's no problem.

Can face Death Eaters?

Can this little guy really handle it?
But seeing Dumbledore's unequivocal confirmation - the strength of this little wizard is indeed beyond the level of ordinary students.

Fudge rekindled a little bit of hope from his heart, and from what Fudge knew, whether it was the broomstick, the riot last time, or the [Black Nightmare] spell... all indicated that this little wizard was very unusual, and now he could only hope that what Dumbledore said was correct.

"Okay, now let's focus on dealing with this big guy in front of us!"

Dumbledore deliberately ended the conversation in a cheerful, light-hearted and playful tone, which also made the staff who crowded around them less panicky.

Professor McGuffin originally had something to say. She understood that no matter how advanced McGuffin's magic skills were, his level of magic power was far inferior to that of an adult. How could he be able to deal with a pair of Death Eaters.

But when the words came to her lips, she stopped again.

It's not because I'm concerned about the mood of my colleagues and hurt our morale, but because Professor McGonagall remembered the strange performance of Professor Trelawney pulling McGuffin Albert today... and the usual "records" of the little wizard.

Maybe, maybe—it was probably the Death Eaters who should be praying.

Such a strange idea flashed through Professor McGonagall's head.

Although she was still a little worried about the little ones, Professor Dumbledore's next move attracted everyone's attention, including hers.

He took out his wand and waved it slowly and laboriously in the air.

A black-purple translucent flame surged out from the tip of the wand—it turned into a black phoenix in midair.

It screamed and rushed towards the black figure in the sky.

For the first time ever... the monster staggered, then dodged the Dark Phoenix's attack.

Even if it was hit by the fire dragon's spray, it still had to avoid the black nightmare phoenix approaching itself.

The black mist slowly regrouped in the flames into the shape of a dementor, and then—

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd and the back-and-forth footsteps, the monster raised its black sickle and flew towards them quickly, waving it horizontally in an attempt to 'cut them in half'——

"Armor protection!"

"Protection spell!"

"Call God Guard!"

"Calling God Nightmare!" Moody took two steps back, his prosthesis was a little unstable, but he finally cast the spell.

"Fierffire Curse!" Professor McGonagall shouted, waving his wand.

Perhaps because of seeing the effect of the previous spell cast by Dumbledore, many people directly cast this new black spell.

However, most of the Aurors who knew the bad consequences of the new spell still chose to cast the [Patronus Charm].

The silver light was like mud flowing into the sea, leaving traces on the black-robed monster, but that's all... the semi-spherical protective cover burst like a soap bubble, and the speed didn't decrease at all... Only the Fierce Fire Curse and the black nightmare spell had some effect, but they were also avoided by the thing's flexible speed.

Dumbledore snorted, and while he summoned the black phoenix to rush this way, he swung his wand and cast the [Patronus Charm], another silver light shot out from the tip of the wand——

The sudden attack of the huge silver phoenix made the giant dementor stagger.

It temporarily stopped not far above the marble stairs, and once again summoned the small dementors to come out from every corner of Hogwarts Castle, absorbing their strength and shape to restore itself.

Then, the fire dragon and the black phoenix also flew over... Red and black flames sprayed and scattered from the sky here, burning black scorched spots on the marble steps.

Everyone had to retreat and hide in front of the oak door, while using magic to try their best to stop the damage caused by this battle to Hogwarts Castle.

"Albus, are you alright!"

After Professor McGonagall wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, he looked at Dumbledore and said worriedly.

The wand in Old Bee's hand kept shaking violently. He was sweating coldly, his face turned black and blue, and even his silver-white beard was stained blue by the color.

"fine!"

After taking a heavy breath, he continued, "Although I expected it, I didn't expect the conflict between [Patron Saint] and [Nightmare] to be so serious... Hiss!"

After taking a breath of air, he mumbled to himself, "This kind of magic backlash to the extent you can...and this kind of dark magic power... I don't know...that little guy..."

Fudge and Professor McGonagall were extremely worried—Dumbledore wouldn't be confused at this time because of a spellcasting error.

"Professor, why don't you take a break and let us come!"

"Using Fiercefire Curse, Black Nightmare, and Patronus Charm should be able to deal with this monster... We also tried it just now."

"Yeah, be careful, you should be all right," said Fudge.

With that said, Professor McGonagall waved his wand to help Dumbledore.

"Get out of the way! Don't cause trouble, you don't need to—"

The voice stopped halfway, Dumbledore had a stern face and a bad tone, but he seemed to realize something immediately and stopped himself and shouted loudly.

Professor McGonagall... The few people in front of him were stunned for a moment, they had never seen Dumbledore's behavior, or emotions like this.

This old fox usually has a calm smile on his face.

"It's troublesome!"

Dumbledore looked at the knotted Elder Wand, he suppressed his irritability, and said slowly.

"Professor your face! You..."

Mad-Eye Moody yelled in surprise, as if he saw something in his wobbly eyes.

"I know... It seems that the [Nightmare Curse] has a greater negative impact than we imagined... Especially when I use this magic wand in my hand to deal with monsters like it..."

Dumbledore looked up at the giant dementor floating in the air not far away, and said slowly.

At this moment, the monster seemed to have noticed something.

It moved more and more impatiently, resisting the attacks of the fire dragon and the black phoenix, and kept rushing towards the other side of the castle.

Moody saw something, he took two steps outside, and looked with his magic eyes——

"how is this possible!"

"What's the matter?" Professor Flitwick screamed.

"It's Harry and the others! They seem to have fainted, on the fourth floor...in the corridor on the fourth floor of the castle...the little wizard McGuffin Albert! There is also a werewolf, Professor Snape...Hey! Who is that fat man? It looks familiar..."

Moody's statement caused discussions and screams from the surrounding faculty and staff.

"Did you read that right? Moody!"

"Yes, Minister!"

"I knew Potter was fine, how could the Death Eaters invade Hogwarts so easily! I obviously arranged so many Aurors here!"

Fudge grinned in ecstasy, but when he saw the expressions of the people around him, he immediately regained the strict expression management ability of a politician. The muscles on his face twitched back and forth, trying to put on a worried, joyful... but thankfully, God-blessed look.

The acting is truly astonishing.

Professor Moody and McGonagall, who saw all this up close, were stunned.

"Merlin bless!... Go! Go! Go there!"

Fudge spoke incoherently, as if he had regained his vitality, he burst out with great enthusiasm, and at an incredible speed, pushed through the crowd behind and strode back.

He led a group of dark figures back to the front hall and entered the magic elevator.

For a while, only Dumbledore, who maintained the black phoenix, was left in place, and he watched people's backs thoughtfully...

until everyone is gone,

Then he asked Professor Trelawney, who was the only one left, "Dear Sybil! What is the important thing you want to tell me, so that this outfit...is completely without any cover...this is not your style!"

Sybill Trelawney smiled bitterly, and said slowly: "There is indeed something that will be very important in the future, but it doesn't matter at the moment... I just want to tell you—that prophecy... about the one in 1999..."

She left half of her words, as if she was worried about something.

"From Albert's divination class exam today... from his magical connection... I suddenly understand what that means!"

"As we guessed—it is the worst and the best possibility!"

"is it?"

Dumbledore said in a low voice, as if he was struggling to suppress something.

"I see, later, I will find this little guy later... Let's get together and discuss it!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Are you all right, Professor!"

It was only then that Trelawney realized that what Dumbledore had just said about the [Guardian Curse] and the [Nightmare Curse] conflicted with each other, causing such a serious backlash.

The old fingers holding the Knotty Wand began to slowly turn livid and black, as if they were turning blue, some kind of stiff object.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't answer, she shouted anxiously again, "Principal, Professor Albus! I... I'll go to Professor McGonagall... Madam Pomfrey and the others..."

"No! Sybil!"

"But……"

"I said no—"

Dumbledore sternly shouted, the wrinkled face showed an arrogance and cruelty that Trelawney had never seen before,

This frightened her a little, and Trelawney took a few steps back and said, "Professor, Albus Dumbledore! What are you..."

Dumbledore seemed to have reacted, he put down the bone elder wand, canceled the black nightmare phoenix, and started to summon [Guardian Charm Silver Phoenix] to stop the dementor. (However, the deterrent effect of the [Patronus Curse] is obviously not as great as that of the [Nightmare Curse]. The giant dementor began to approach the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle crazily again)

However, Dumbledore's condition began to improve a lot. His original livid beard, complexion, and fingers all slowly returned to their original state.

After taking a few deep breaths, Dumbledore turned around and explained to Trelawney what had just happened, "It seems that this magic really can no longer be used by McGuffin Albert."

"After this kind of dark magic power is absorbed by the [Nightmare Curse], it will greatly affect the caster's mind and greatly trigger their own negative emotions...especially the ones in our hands..."

"This kind?" Trelawney wondered from the bottom of her heart.

The conversation between the two of them was not over yet, at the price of giving up its own body (the lower body was blown away by the fire dragon, and the silver phoenix), the giant dementor over there rushed towards Harry and the others, which was the corridor on the fourth floor, after making a shrill cry.

(End of this chapter)