Archdruid of Hogwarts

Dumbledore took the first step to calm down his emotions. Seeing that Professor McGonagall was still in a daze, he vaguely flicked his fingers at him.

Some bright and flickering light stars flew out from the fingertips, flew towards Mag at a leisurely pace, and finally disappeared. After that, Mag was obviously refreshed as if he had drank a cup of mint tea.

She looked at Ernie, who was seriously discussing the details of testing the Unforgivable Curse with Dumbledore, with complicated eyes, and was filled with emotion.

Not long ago, when Dumbledore invited her and told her that Ernie Macmillan was most likely the most powerful Animagus in history, she was very unconvinced.

She thought to herself: "How can such honor 'in history' be so easy to obtain?"

Then, she thought: "The great White Wizard has to bow to the reality of lack of funds!"

She really understood Dumbledore's difficulties and deeply admired his pragmatic and shame-free behavior.

But deep down in my heart, it is inevitable that I still have some regrets.

That's Dumbledore!

A strong man recognized by the entire wizarding world, a rare legendary figure who already enjoys the reputation of 'greatness' while still alive.

Could it be that even such a person cannot come up with a good solution and can only do something against his will to solve the problem?

But now, her mind has changed, almost from one extreme to the other.

She dared to use her authority and reputation in the field of transformation to bet with anyone that Ernie MacMillan was definitely the most powerful Animagus in history!

But this discovery did not make her feel much excitement or joy. On the contrary, her first feeling was fear, a deep fear that came from the depths of her soul.

She was thinking: "What kind of fate will allow this extraordinary combat skill system, specially designed for super combat and war, to reappear in this era?"

Her age, her hobbies, and her living habits determine that her knowledge reserve is quite impressive. She knows some taboo information, such as witch hunts and the truth behind the witches' escape...

Behind these major events, there is a far-reaching impact than Voldemort's appearance as a demon. It is a real disaster for the population.

"Could it be that another catastrophe is about to come!?" Thinking of this, her hands and feet inevitably became cold and her heart was numb.

Ernie noticed Mag's emotional changes. He had a keen sense of perception. Even if he didn't have the habit of paying attention to micro-expressions in the past, he still had good insight after traveling through time.

He pondered for a moment, then took the initiative to propose to McGonagall: "Professor, the natural recovery spell I have mastered can be used on others. How about you and the principal experience it yourself?"

"Huh? Oh, sure!" Mag subconsciously covered up his distraction and agreed smoothly, and then felt that it seemed a little reckless.

Ernie didn't wait for her to regret it and cast the spell directly.

The art of healing, range 40 yards, casting time 1 second, restores health of 350% of spell power to a friendly target, and an additional 12% of spell power in the next 60 seconds, once every two seconds Jump.

As the spell casting was completed, a new green magical light surged around Professor McGonagall.

The color of this light is gradient, as if mixed with sunlight, has the characteristics of rising and gradually brightening, and exudes an intoxicating fresh breath.

"Oh! Ah..." Mag hurriedly covered her mouth, her face turned red with embarrassment.

The effect of the healing technique was so amazing that she couldn't help but make a sound.

"I need to leave for a while." Mag said hello in as calm a tone as possible, and left in a hurry before the two of them responded.

Then there was Dumbledore, who suffered from the 'Bloom of Life' stacked three times, as well as the Rejuvenation Spell.

"Well, I feel the power of life nourishing every bit of my aging flesh and blood, and my osteoporosis problem seems to be reducing rapidly. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to leave for a while."...

Ernie spread his hands towards the empty door and said to himself: "Look at this, the benefits of 'cleansing the muscles and cutting the marrow' that basically belong to the protagonist are being enjoyed by two old costars!"

Dumbledore came back first. When McGonagall came back, her clothes had been changed. The most common dark green wizard robe was replaced by a dark brown one. In Ernie's eyes, he looked just as old-fashioned and ugly.

However, Ernie felt that his 'shirt' might as well be dark green in color, as well as a wizard's hat, the kind that Professor McGonagall wore when presiding over the sorting ceremony at the opening ceremony, a classic style, but without feathers. Grooming.

"Ernie, I'm afraid the test will be suspended for a while. Your natural healing spell has strong digestive side effects. I'm so hungry and dizzy now."

When Dumbledore said this, McGonagall's stomach growled twice in cooperation.

Perhaps because he had lost all the shame he could lose in his life today, Professor McGonagall looked calmer this time and did not blush.

"I'm afraid only the first cure can have such an outstanding effect. I think it is difficult for ordinary food to make up for this shortfall. It would be unsatisfactory if the satiety is occupied by ordinary food. I invite you two to eat a lot. A meal at the bar is not considered a bribe, but if you are more accommodating and take care of me in the future, it will be even."

McGonagall was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of philistine interaction that was like a business negotiation, but Dumbledore agreed on her behalf.

"Now we are in for a treat!" He turned to Mag and said, "It's delicious and worth it!"

Ernie is serving famous dishes from the TBC era this time.

Like mok'natha ribs from the Blade's Edge Mountains, smoked sporefish from Zangarmarsh.

Nagrand’s barbecue clefthoof beef, Voidstorm’s warp beast burger.

And garadal cheese, Musser’s delicious waffles.

For wine, I chose Panya Special Brew, a kind of fruit wine.

The quality of these delicacies is much higher than the food from regular areas of Azeroth.

Just smelling that smell made Dumbledore and McGonagall perk up.

Appetite comes not only from the hunger and thirst of the stomach, but also from the needs of every cell in the body.

Dumbledore also joked about this: "This feast made me understand to some extent the hunger for blood that some vampires have..."

Although Mag still looked reserved, the fact that he ate far more than usual was telling.

After the meal, Mag said: "The value of this meal cannot be equaled by simple care."

Ernie said politely but sincerely: "You don't have to worry too much. Really, I personally think that the concept of value also varies from person to person. For some people, it may be a piece of cake. For others, it may be a piece of cake." For some people, they don’t get what they ask for.”

McGonagall smiled: "I know why Dumbledore admires you so much."

Professor McGonagall didn't like to praise people, especially students, for fear that they would become proud.

This time, she stopped short of it, but from the bottom of her heart, she did recognize Ernie.

"Be considerate and always consider others. It's a very humane quality and very lovable." She thought this way.

Dumbledore was also satisfied with Ernie, and this satisfaction brought with him a vision for the future and a sense of peace of mind.

He felt that the friendship between Ernie and McGonagall was off to a good start, and if it continued to develop according to this trend, even if there were shortcomings in the future, with Ernie helping McGonagall to maintain the operation of Hogwarts, he could Feel more at ease.

So more than half an hour later.

"Avada Kedavra!" Dumbledore used the Killing Curse on Ernie, who had turned into a giant bear and was surrounded by new green natural light.

Then under the nervous gazes of McGonagall and Dumbledore, Ernie said: "Sorry, the damage was directly offset by the overflow healing effect. I can't even quantify it!"

Professor McGonagall patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore said with a smile on his face: "This is great. The Killing Curse has caused so many tragedies in the world, and there has never been a way to restrain it, because no one can survive its frontal blow. Now, it can finally be removed from it." Let’s analyze this technique from the perspective of the recipient.”

Ernie wondered: "Can't you bring a small animal such as a mouse to replace death?"

"You also said it was a substitute death. This kind of trickery is completely incomparable with facing the Killing Curse. And if a powerful dark wizard casts the Killing Curse, it is difficult to succeed in a substitute death."

Ernie nodded. He had previously suspected that the Killing Curse was an instant-death spell that targeted "one life" because he knew the trick of "small animal death". Now that it was confirmed that it was not the case, he was relieved.

The next step was simple. Dumbledore changed to the Elder Wand without changing his spellcasting power.

Dumbledore knew that the power of the Elder Wand would increase. He could use it more accurately by changing the wand to cast spells and using his own control.

In this way, the mystery of the Unforgivable Curse was slowly unveiled...