Hogwarts Archmage

After returning from Godric's Hollow, time began to move forward rapidly. Soon it was November, and Quidditch started. Anyway, he also had the title of Headmaster. After careful consideration, Marne began to attend every game. But sometimes he went in person, and sometimes he used a puppet to go there. Professor McGonagall "accidentally" knocked his puppets away several times, and the first time even shocked everyone.

Firebird Academy has a great advantage. It is not just as simple as choosing two teams from four academies, but more importantly, there is also a Krum who was born in the national team...

"I don't think I need to come here at all. Anyway, it will most likely be a civil war in the college in the end." Ma En said as he walked towards the office of the divination class and Esther, who came with him to watch the game.

Aster pointed at the Slytherin team who came to watch the game: "That's not necessarily the case. I think the Slytherin people are probably planning something else... Their team has undergone a major change this year, and they have all been replaced by strong men. , it is very likely to adopt foul tactics."

"Severus should really take care of them...but maybe it was his idea."

"Who knows..."

Esther shrugged, not defending Snape. She was not Margaery.

In fact, putting aside some of the halo, Snape deserves to be the most hated professor among the little wizards at Hogwarts.

This guy did everything he could to help Slytherin win the House Cup. His moral level was as low as that of a scumbag. Other professors were all teachers, and he was not even a platoon leader.

Forget it, if Slytherin falls behind by a large margin in the overall score of the house in any year, he will definitely drag one of the houses to accompany him. In the past, this unlucky guy was usually Gryffindor...

Now it's no longer possible. Firebird Academy, which has the largest number of people and fights with Slytherin every day, has become the perfect target.

Well...Slytherin is ranked fourth so far this year...Firebird Academy...don't mention it. Anyway, the school started for a little more than two months, and the number shown on the point hourglass is 120. Ma En feels that he is only one step away from being "famous in history" Yao, he is very worried that this academy, which has only existed for seven years, will lose points every year...

But the Quidditch game should be able to make some money, after all, these are two teams.

Just as he felt a little comforted, he saw a group of wizards with green lace embroidered on their clothes riding on brooms in front of them. Ma En glanced in the direction they were going. One of Krum's followers also led a large group of people towards this place. While walking.

He covered his forehead in pain...

"Uh...honey, do you want to...stop it?"

Ma En shook his head: "Forget it, just these few people can't make a big fuss... Let's do business first. I really don't understand why Trelawney's condition still needs medicine to maintain..."

"Okay, let's go quickly... I hope Jasmine won't be too angry."

We have to talk about medicine in the morning.

Early in the morning, before Ma En even finished his breakfast, he received a letter and the bottle of medicine that was now in his pocket.

Comptin entrusted him to help give Trelawney the medicine. This thing can keep Trelawney's body and soul from being separated. He is still trying to figure out how to make Trelawney's state permanent. Keep it up, now you have some clues.

In addition, he also mentioned one thing.

Voldemort is not in that area at all now, not even in the land of Western Europe.

This is not what Voldemort told him. Although he has been turned into a so-called "magical image" and Voldemort trusts him very much, no one knows where Voldemort's real lair is.

Every time they go there, they have to pass through a "door" guarded by an unintelligent wandering soul. After studying it for a long time, Comptin found that the thing was somewhat similar to a door key.

He took the opportunity to go out to work and tested the relationship between teleportation distance and time many times, and finally determined one thing. Voldemort was not at all in the area he demarcated, but was farther away, at least not in Western Europe.

He couldn't say where exactly it was. The rest of the content was basically consistent with what Peter Pettigrew said, including that the cave underneath was very humid, there were underground rivers nearby, etc. The only difference was that he Pettigrew provides one more message.

There are many magic props near where Voldemort is. There are ways to block the wizard's aura, but the magical power emitted by the magic props cannot be faked.

It's not Pettigrew's fault that he didn't say this. As a peripheral staff member, he always came and went in a hurry every time he saw Voldemort. It didn't matter how little he knew. And with this information alone, it was impossible to find Voldemort.

The two of them were walking, and Marn was thinking randomly, but before long, they had arrived at the door of Trelawney's office.

Marn knocked on the door twice, and Trelawney opened the door with a tired look. She always felt very tired recently, and she was in a daze. When she saw it was Marn, she was about to say hello and hide. Esther, who was by the door, cast a sleeping spell on her and successfully made her fall to the ground.

"...Ester, you are too fast..."

"Let's finish it quickly. Didn't we agree to go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore together in the afternoon? It's almost lunch time now."

Esther pried open Trelawney's mouth as she spoke.

Ma En looked at this girl who seemed to be more anxious than himself. Without saying anything more, he took out the medicine sent by Comptin from his pocket and stuck it into her throat.

The bottle of potion quickly reached the bottom. The scent of perfume and herbs on Trelawney's body suddenly disappeared, and her face became rosy again. Her whole person felt at least younger. Over ten years old.

The two of them watched the medicine take effect. Marn gently touched her soul so that Esther's spell could contact the true thoughts of the living dead, while Esther concentrated on modifying her memory.

This is the method provided by Margaery. As a master of thinking, it is simple for her to develop a method to contact the thoughts of the living dead. However, this thing is actually difficult to contact. It is impossible for ordinary wizards to come into contact with it. Difference.

After everything was tidied up, Marne used his wand to control Trelawney to slowly "walk" to the chair in front of his desk and sit down, then moved the books on the table aside, and then found a chair for her that should be comfortable. Lie down in a lying position.

Even though he knew he wouldn't wake her up, Ma En still felt a little guilty and quietly closed the door. Then he turned around and greeted Esther: "It's almost done. Let's go back to eat."

"it is good."