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Hogwarts, Tower 2nd Floor, outside the office of the Gryffindor Dean.

The sun shines through the towering windows on the stone floor, and the air is filled with a heavy sense of oppression.

Except for principal Dumbledore and substitute professor of Potions, Slughorn, Hogwarts, almost all the professors in Hogwarts gather here.

However, no one spoke - all the sounds were covered by a shocking sob.

"Hagir! Can you calm down!"

Professor McGonagall frowned, with a hint of eagerness and helplessness in his tone.

Her eyes fell on the giant beside her, and Hagrid was crying, her shoulders were undulating violently, and she couldn't cry.

"Harry...Harry...He's still in Diagon Alley..."

Hagrid tried to lower his voice, but even so, his choking still echoed between the stone walls.

He wiped his face randomly with his sleeves, which only made the tears and snot all over his face even more embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall sighed, shook his head gently, and then turned to the other professors beside him.

Most of the deans of each college are calm and have a heavy face, but they have never lost their composure.

On the other hand, Professor Trelawney was still immersed in her whisper, her eyes closed slightly, and her mouth was muttering obscure prophetic words, as if she was trapped in some mysterious state of spiritual vision.

Her fingers were gestured unconsciously in the air, as if she was outlining an invisible picture of the future.

However, perhaps the most anxious one is Victor, arithmetic and divination professor.

Her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her hands were subconsciously tangled together, and her knuckles were slightly white due to the force.

Her eyes drifted out the window frequently, as if she was waiting for something, or rather, she was afraid of something.

Professor McGonagall's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and he asked in a low and firm voice:

"How are the students? Are they still safe?"

Frieve and Professor Sprout looked at each other, then nodded slightly.

“Yes, most students are not aware of it at the moment.”

Flivie answered in his usual gentle tone.

“We only informed the Chiefs and Student Presidents to make sure they can assist in managing the situation.”

McGonagall nodded slightly, and the tension in his heart relaxed a little.

However, her eyes quickly turned to Victor, arithmetic divination professor standing in the corner.

"Victor, do you have anything to add?"

McGrath raised the volume slightly, and a hint of exploration was revealed in his tone.

Victor was shocked suddenly, and seemed to realize that he had been immersed in his thoughts.

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head quickly and said in a hurry:

"No...no, Minerva. I'm just a little worried about... what's going on over there."

She licked her lips as if she was organizing language.

"When will Professor Slughorn come back? If he can bring some people back from the Ministry of Magic, he may be able to help stabilize the situation and ensure the safety of the students."

McGonagall looked at her deeply, and after pondering for a moment, he said:

"If Slughorn comes back through Floornet, I will notify everyone as soon as possible."

Victor's shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he had put down some burden.

Instead of delving into it, McGonagall turned around to face all the professors, his face becoming more and more serious.

"Harry is involved in this chaos, and it is undoubtedly a disaster."

She spoke slowly, her eyes swept back and forth between the crowd.

“But the scale of this incident is far beyond our control.”

She paused intentionally, her eyes falling on Hagrid.

The giant's face was wrinkled, his fists were clenched, his eyes full of anxiety and pain.

His lips were trembling, as if he would rush out at any time.

McGonagall strengthened his tone and continued:

"Everyone, I want to remind you that we still have hundreds of students who need protection! Please don't be blinded by personal emotions."

Hagrid lowered his head, his beard trembling slightly, as if he was holding back something, but he still didn't speak in the end.

"therefore,"

McGonagall raised his voice, his tone was unquestionable.

"From now on, any student is prohibited from leaving the castle without authorization. The Stone Dunes Knights will assist the guards, and the Academy Deans, please immediately convey this message to the student cadres to make sure everyone understands the seriousness of the situation."

Professor Flivi raised his hand slightly, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of uncertainty:

"By the way, Minerva, I have another question..."

McGonagall turned to look at him and signaled him to continue.

Flivi showed a hint of embarrassment, gestured twice in the air, and finally spoke:

"Then... will we continue to attend classes next Monday? Or will we suspend classes? You know, this semester we have-"

His voice came to an abrupt end, as McGonagall's face instantly sank.

She frowned, obviously without a clear answer.

Indeed, Hogwarts' daily life has been completely disrupted this month, and there is really little time to take classes in full, but now it seems to be a luxury to continue teaching in this situation...

She was about to speak, dong!

A dull sound came from the office behind her, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

The professors turned around in unison, their eyes full of confusion. Could it be that Slughorn is back?

Just as everyone looked at each other, bang!

The office door was pushed open suddenly, and a figure staggered out, with a hint of anxiety gasping in his mouth.

"Professor Dumbledore--!"

McGonagall was shocked and hurriedly went forward. After seeing the face of the visitor, all the professors' expressions frozen in an instant—

"Lupin?!"

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

Isn't he in Diagon Alley? How could it be here? !

Lupin's face was covered with dust and a tiny blood mark on his forehead, as if he had just escaped from the chaotic battlefield.

He gasped, holding the door frame with his hands, forcing himself to not let himself fall, but the expression on his face was very excited.

McGonagall quickly held him, his voice trembling:

"Lupin, aren't you...Didn't you come back? How can you get it?!"

Lupin swallowed hard, his breath was still unstable, but he still squeezed out a few words intermittently:

"Floelu fans... can use...Ministry... spreading false news..."

After a word came, the professors present seemed to be struck by lightning, and a look of astonishment appeared on their faces.

Sprout took a breath, Flivie widened his eyes and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but was speechless for a moment.

Professor Victor's fingers almost twisted the corners of his clothes, and Hagrid's mouth was so wide that he could stuff a pumpkin pie, his beard was shaking slightly.

The Ministry of Magic is lying?

Is Feilu Network still open?

This means-

Just as everyone was still shocked and unable to come back to their senses, suddenly, a relaxed voice came from the corridor next to them, with the usual calmness and humor:

"Well, that saves some trouble."

Everyone turned their heads suddenly, and their eyes were all aimed at the source of the sound.

I saw a familiar figure walking quickly, tall, and the gray robe swings slightly with its steps.

He held a steaming thermos in his hand, with some strange liquid inside, as if he had just come out of the principal's office for a walk, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Behind him was a big black dog that came from somewhere.

Dumbledore.

——Dumbledore? !

This shocked thought popped up in the minds of all the professors almost at the same time, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Professor Victor's lips trembled slightly, as if he was whispering something, but eventually shook his head blankly.

Sprout took a step back directly, his eyes full of confusion.

Flivi's hands subconsciously helped his glasses, as if he was wondering if he had read it wrong.

Even Hagrid was stunned, his beard shook and said stammeringly:

"Deng, Dumbledore? But you...but you are not..."

No one dares to continue talking—

Because according to their perception, Dumbledore should not appear in Hogwarts at all!

He should be in Prussia, he should be thousands of miles away... But now, he is standing here, as if he has just walked out of the office downstairs, holding a cup of hot tea.

Dumbledore ignored them and walked to Lupin slowly, looked down at him and said softly:

"Lupin, take me to Diagon Alley."

——

Diagonal Lane

Extraordinary Pharmacist Association Booth

The air was filled with heavy magical fluctuations, like an invisible storm raging around the Hogwarts booth.

The huge golden cover shook violently, and ripples spreading like water waves appeared on the outside.

Outside the cover, countless Tyndalus Hounds were rushing at it frantically - their bodies were twisted and ferocious, and their sharp claws cut through the air, carrying the breath of a different dimension, trying to tear open the barrier.

Hiss--Click!

One of the hunting dogs growled, suddenly stretched out their long mouthparts and poked them directly towards the cover.

But when its mouthparts touched the dazzling golden color and began to twitch, the originally greedy and violent eyes instantly became distorted.

Its whole body structure began to collapse - starting from the mouthparts, the metal-corrosive purple cracks spread rapidly, and the bones and muscles seemed to be swallowed by time, gradually decaying, turning into a pool of ashes.

More than one, they tried to absorb the barrier with their mouthparts one by one, but without exception, they entered the same destructive ending.

So, the scene was strangely quiet for a moment.

This barrier is temporarily safe.

However, the dragon claws in the air were still floating there, silently and depressed.

De Vero stood in the shadow of the dragon claw, his face dark and his eyes were cold.

His palm spread slightly, and a small golden ball floated quietly in his palm.

Through that smooth surface, you can see the twisted and struggling facial features inside - the painful face sometimes turns into a blurred phantom, sometimes condenses into a terrified expression, and every detail tells its torture.

DeVero's lips slowly curled up a mocking smile, his voice low and loud.

"No nose, I've found a companion for you."

"My dear uncle."

"I will take good care of you."

After saying that, his eyes slowly moved upwards, and fell in a certain direction through layers of chaotic magic smoke.

He murmured softly, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes—

"Gurling Pavilion, is that?"

(I saw that everyone did not want Snape to die, then I would never let such an important person die so easily. Don’t worry, and I have also laid a lot of Snape’s life and death in front of me. Foreshadowing, I wonder if the big guys ⁙ὸ‿ό⁙ have noticed it, hehe. )

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