The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Hall.

Compared to the quiet and peaceful Hufflepuff common room, it was like a battlefield.

The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin continues.

The cause of this fight may seem very childish to others.

But Slytherin and Gryffindor didn't think so.

The idea of ​​Gryffindors is very simple. Slytherin is a big quagmire. There may be a very few people who can escape from the mire without being stained, but most of the people in this quagmire are just smelly mud!

They would never tolerate others dragging their revered Link into the quagmire.

The Slytherins thought more and more complexly.

In the current environment where this Death Eater has become a street rat.

They were eager to get rid of their reputation as 'quasi-Death Eaters' and their dark history of supporting Voldemort.

Link is obviously the best breakthrough point and even amulet.

By supporting Link and describing him as one of their kind, they can use Link's aura to whitewash themselves.

This is equivalent to:

Link = good guy, Slytherin = Link, that is, Slytherin = good guy.

This algorithm is very outrageous, but a large number of ordinary people often convert this way subconsciously.

As long as hundreds of millions of artistic processing are added to this, they can turn over!

What's more, after experiencing so many incidents, Link has already become the hero and even the faith of many people in Slytherin.

Now Gryffindor is coming to take off this amulet and take away their faith. How can the Slytherins tolerate this?

Moreover, at this moment in the battle, everyone has already started to show real fire.

For this reason, many people have even taken out their magic wands.

Not only that, thanks to Link's popularization of battlefield first aid and rapid treatment of minor injuries in the DA army, both groups of troops actually set up special 'first aid positions' in the rear.

This made the battle become longer and longer, and the auditorium was reduced to rubble.

Not far away, there were a group of professors looking at all this angrily.

Professor McGonagall's eyes almost burst into flames.

Professor Flitwick looked at a loss.

As for Slughorn.

The new robe he had just put on this morning to make a good impression on the students was now in tatters.

This was the price he paid for his previous delusion of joining forces alone to prevent this dispute.

As a professor who had just arrived at Hogwarts and had not yet accumulated any prestige.

There aren't many students who are willing to take advantage of him.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Slughorn's face was surprisingly ugly. "He didn't come out when such a big thing happened. How did he become the principal!?"

"You can't blame him, he already left for the International Federation of Wizards last night!"

Professor McGonagall said with a cold face.

Slughorn trembled when he heard this.

Naturally, he also read the Daily Prophet and knew exactly what horrific things happened outside last night.

He said in a trembling voice:

"Dumbledore...he actually got involved in this kind of thing?"

"As the principal of Hogwarts, he can't see his students being attacked and do nothing, right?"

Slughorn took a deep breath and said in response to Professor McGonagall's refusal.

"Well, this is his own choice, let's not talk about it! The key now is that we have to quickly stop this riot! Hogwarts should not be a place for these students to fight! Damn it, I really I regret that I agreed to Dumbledore’s request to come back. The current Hogwarts is terrible and has no value at all!”

After hearing this, Professor McGonagall did not refute. Although Hogwarts is not as bad as Slughorn said, it is indeed no longer the Hogwarts it used to be.

Hogwarts now implements the same tripartite committee system as the Ministry of Magic.

The emergence of this system not only brings progress, but also the transfer of authority.

In the hearts of students, the authority of professors is gradually declining, while Link Foley's prestige is endlessly increasing.

This is an easy thing to understand.

Through restructuring, Link Foley defined "professors" as workers, and also defined the education provided by "professors" to students as ordinary jobs after receiving wages.

Under this definition, it has become very difficult for students to be grateful and respectful to their professors.

At least ordinary professors will never be able to do it just by being a 'professor'.

If you want to gain the respect of your students, you must make some special contribution.

Correspondingly, the halo that was originally instilled on the heads of the professors was put back on the heads of Link and Dumbledore.

This makes Link and Dumbledore the highest-ranking people in the minds of the students.

Dumbledore doesn't need these things, after all, he is already a legend in his own right.

But Link is different.

The young man has now become a flag-bearer.

Anyone who dares to insult this flag will be bombarded by the students of Hogwarts.

To be honest, this situation is a bit similar to Slytherin when Voldemort first rose.

At that time, the Slytherins were in the same state and wanted to die for Voldemort.

And Link is more terrifying than Voldemort.

Because Voldemort's influence is still limited to Slytherin, the remaining three houses, except for a few guys who have been shot in the brain, will not join in the fun.

But Link is different.

The scope of his influence extends to the entire Hogwarts!

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, turned to Professor Flitwick and said:

"Where's Snape? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"I sent someone to look for him half an hour ago!" Professor Flitwick didn't know whether it was excitement or fear. He kept rubbing his hands. "Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have any intention of intervening. The student I sent Even the door to his office was entered and he was kicked out.”

Professor McGonagall was silent.

When it comes to Link Foley, the Gryffindor students may listen to her, the Head of Gryffindor, but the Slytherin students may not.

This can be seen from the fact that they have clearly appeared in the auditorium, but the fighting at the scene has not stopped.

Then asking Snape to come over to restrain the Slytherin students and stop the fight with her would be the best way.

It's a pity that Snape stretched his crotch at the critical moment.

What's next?

Should we wait for the students to calm down on their own?

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but think.

But this idea was rejected by her as soon as it came into her mind.

If they do that, then where do they put their prestige as professors?

Gritting his teeth, Professor McGonagall exchanged glances with the excited Professor Flitwick.

Then both of them took out their wands.

Since preaching doesn't make sense, then just use force!

However, just as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were about to take action, a strange pressure suddenly fell on the entire Hogwarts auditorium.

Under the influence of this pressure, almost everyone in the auditorium covered their chests with a look of pain.

This feeling is as if countless big hands are squeezing the organs in the body, making people breathless.

Professor McGonagall put down the wand that was already raised high in her hand and gasped:

"It looks like we don't have to take action anymore, Link is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium was pushed open by an invisible force and hit the wall with a loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, an expressionless Link slowly walked in from the steps outside.

The faces of the students in the auditorium all turned ugly.

Because as Link gradually approached, the pressure field surrounding them became more and more terrifying.

In the end, they were even pushed to the ground, like a fish thrown to the shore. They could only helplessly open their mouths and breathe continuously to absorb the few oxygen.

hum-

Link raised his wand lightly, and the pressure field in the auditorium was instantly cancelled.

The students who could no longer hold on finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that you are very idle."

Link's eyes scanned the crowd and the messy auditorium, and he spoke expressionlessly.

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion, just like the cold wind in Siberia mixed with the wails of potato growers in the early days, piercing the eardrums of everyone present.

Those students who were extremely arrogant and even got into fights that even McGonagall and other professors dared to ignore. After hearing this, they all jumped up from the ground as if they were electrocuted. They hunched over and stuttered. Apologize and defend to Link.

The whole auditorium became noisy again with their apologies and excuses.

Link frowned, raised his left hand slightly, and the sound in the audience instantly fell silent again.

He looked around with a cold face and said:

"Don't apologize to me, and don't make excuses for me. If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. Apologizing is meaningless, and no one is willing to listen to your excuses. Now, accept the points that should be deducted and those that should be punished. Punishment, do you understand?!”

"Yes--"

The roaring and tsunami-like responses continued to sound in the auditorium.

When Link saw this, he walked straight to Professor McGonagall and others.

"Professors, I leave it to you to handle the relevant punishments."

Link bowed slightly, softened his tone and expression and said, "Don't worry about anything, just follow the previous procedures. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can notify the DA headquarters, and those people will report the relevant personnel's information to the DA headquarters. The punishment work will be taken over. But when that time comes, the punishment given to them by the DA headquarters will not be that simple."

Link said it simply, but the meaning behind his words was so cold that it could almost freeze people into ice cubes.

Several nearby students who accidentally overheard were so frightened that they almost fell down.

Professor McGonagall nodded calmly and said:

"I will, this is our job. But Link, since you are back now, does that mean that the work outside is over?"

"It's come to an end. Most of the remaining work is handled by other committees in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, there will be some work that requires me in the future, so I may often ask for leave this semester." Link said with a smile on his face. With a smile, he understood what Professor McGonagall wanted to ask in such a roundabout way, "As for Professor Dumbledore, he probably has to finish his work there and will be back soon. In fact, it was the message he sent me that told me I'll wait for him at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall was visibly relieved after getting the news she wanted.

Upon seeing this, Link nodded and said goodbye:

"In that case, I'll go to the principal's office first."

After saying that, Link turned and left.

Behind him, Slughorn's eyes were shining with a strange light.

"I take back what I said before, Minerva, Hogwarts is still valuable." Slughorn said excitedly, "Link Foley is the greatest value! I dare say he will become his true self." The most shining star of the century will shine on the entire magical world! And Hogwarts, and even the Ministry of Magic of the United States, will reach a new level because of his relationship! This is really... really... …”

When Slughorn finished speaking, his face turned red, his breathing was so short that he could no longer speak.

Because like Hogwarts, he is one of the vassals following Link.

When Link soars like a rocket, it will also take him high into the sky.

This would be an excellent opportunity. The higher Link's status and influence, the higher his reputation.

Think about it, how will future history books call him Slughorn?

Of course he is Link Foley’s teacher!

Just thinking of this made Slughorn tremble with excitement.

This kind of demeanor was a bit rude for Slughorn, but fortunately, the professors at the scene didn't pay much attention to him at all.

Professor McGonagall didn't even look at him.

Nowadays, her eyes are firmly fixed on Link's background.

Her expression was extremely complicated.

Professors may not be able to solve the problem and need to hesitate over and over again before making up their mind to deal with it.

Link solved it easily just by showing his face.

What kind of prestige is this?

But now, this prestige affects more than just Hogwarts.

After what happened last night, Professor McGonagall could foresee that the value of the name Link Foley would increase significantly in the entire magical world of the United States.

It is simply a miracle that a young man can do such a thing.

Even she had to admit that Slughorn was right.

Link Foley will surely become the brightest star of this century.

But, is this really a good thing for Hogwarts, the magical world of China, and even the entire world?

There is probably no answer to this question.

Professor McGonagall sighed deeply.

at the same time.

The Potions Professor's office...oh no, it should be the Defense Against the Dark Arts office now.

Snape was sitting in front of a cauldron that was constantly churning purple-green liquid, concentrating on controlling the heat of the magic flame below.

Brew the potion.

This is his daily habit.

Pharmacy is actually a job where practice makes perfect.

There are so many techniques that require you to practice constantly and turn them into muscle memory.

Only in this way can we make the most correct response at the critical moment.

In this regard, even though Snape's talent for potions was astonishing and he was already a famous potion master in the industry, he was no exception.

If he doesn't practice for one day, all his efforts in the previous ten days will be in vain.

So even though he has become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he still continues to refine potions in his spare time every day. Even in his office, most of the materials and equipment related to potions are still piled up.

Unfortunately, not everyone agrees with this theory.

For example, Draco, who was sitting opposite Snape, was very disapproving.

He was restless at this moment, which would be an understatement.

He kept twisting his body as if the chair he was sitting on was covered with spikes.

There was a look of extreme fear on his face, and the uneasy aura was so strong that it almost spread out.

"Teach...professor..."

Draco couldn't stand it anymore and stammered, "Link Foley... he killed a large number of Death Eaters and French spies again. Do you think my father... will he also... …”

Draco couldn't say any more.

His words turned into wails and chokes like those of a young animal.

The sound was desolate and lamentable.

To be honest, it is really difficult for anyone to understand the sadness and fear in his heart.

Especially when he saw the latest copy of the Daily Prophet this morning, the image of his father hanging on the gallows, with his body being greedily eaten by ravens, flashed through his mind.

That is the ultimate despair.

Draco was stunned.

A chill accompanied by goosebumps appeared all over his body, and gradually traveled away, finally concentrating on his forehead.

When he came to his senses, he was already covered in cold sweat.

Then, he desperately came to Snape's office, praying that Snape could fulfill his previous promise.

However, at this moment, Snape was still tinkering with his potion!

Draco was actually angry inside.

He interpreted Snape's behavior as perfunctory and passive.

It's easy to understand, after all, Link Foley is so scary.

The fear and oppression it brings are simply more terrifying than the Dark Lord of the past!

Listening to Draco's choked sobs, Snape sighed softly, turned his head and said, "Where you are sitting now is Link's favorite seat."

"what--"

Draco screamed, his whole body almost bouncing.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean it! I'm sorry..."

He kept apologizing in a panic. While apologizing, he was still using his sleeve to wipe the chair he just sat on.

Seeing this scene in Snape's eyes, the melancholy on his face became even more intense.

The Draco in front of him was really frightened by Link.

He did not stop Draco's behavior, but turned off the magic flame, packed the potions in the crucible into glass test tubes, sealed them and placed them in front of Draco.

"Drink one. This is a concentration potion that Link and I often use. It can condense mental power and has some therapeutic ability to soothe the spirit. It can calm you down. Drink one every time you feel scared. It’ll make you feel better.”

Snape said as he walked towards the door, "As for me, it's time for Link to come back, so I'll go and try it for you."

The stone door closed gently, blocking Snape's voice.

Draco, who was sitting alone in the office, felt his nose sore for no reason. He reached out and hugged the test tube in front of him, and finally couldn't help crying.