The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"...So, based on a lot of magical conjectures, you think that Kino is protecting the Sorcerer's Stone, and Professor Snape wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, so come and tell me?"

Ricardo tilted his head and curiously summarized Harry's thoughts just now.

The roar of the three-headed dog deep in the corridor, the professor's unprovoked targeting, the Mirror of Erised and inner desire, Voldemort's conspiracy to plot the Philosopher's Stone... Fortunately, he is the savior. This semester has been really colorful, no less than what he had guessed before. Three levels of demonic power.

It is estimated that many of them contain Dumbledore's designs.

"We have to go find Dumbledore," Harry said. "Hagrid told a stranger how to subdue Fluffy. The man in the cloak was either Snape or Voldemort. As long as he got Hagrid drunk, he would It's easy to trick him out. I just hope Dumbledore will believe us. Where is Dumbledore's office, Professor Silva?"

"Then why did you find me first?" Ricardo asked curiously.

"You are the only professor around here..."

I understand, it turns out that I look too idle.

"Okay," Ricardo stretched, "Professor Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor. You can go there and have a look. In addition, Professor McGonagall will be patrolling the castle at this time to prevent other grades from interfering. You have to pay more attention to the fifth and seventh grade exams.”

"I know," Harry looked excited, "I will definitely stop Snape!"

"Then you go. Remember, don't say I told you." Ricardo didn't know what to say to these children.

They left excitedly, as if encouraged by Ricardo.The lion-headed Hermione wanted to say something more to him, but suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she knew something, and she smiled sweetly at him.

After they left, a witch with blond hair in a green dress suddenly appeared from the sky, looking down at Ricardo who was still in a daze.

"The girl knows your game," Cassandra said.

"That's a smart little guy," Ricardo said without turning around. "My reaction just now convinced her that this was their final test."

"That's right," Cassandra said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "You look so embarrassed like an audience member on the stage who was suddenly accosted by the protagonist."

"I wasn't going to hide it," Ricardo tapped his fingers boredly, guiding the water to form a line dancing on the lake. "Sooner or later, Dumbledore will let them know that this is a test - or maybe, it is a test." Interesting marketing.”

He stood up and paced back and forth thoughtfully: "According to Dumbledore's previous actions, he should want to test whether the reputation of the savior is consistent with Potter's finding the power of prophecy. Although I don't know if this Something—a manifestation in him.”

"At the same time, the spread of the news that the first grade defeated the dark wizard will definitely increase everyone's confidence in the savior. This is really a good idea, using Hogwarts as the chessboard and Voldemort and the savior as the pawns to control the future of wizards Decades.”

"And if you want to succeed in marketing, the key is to have enough capital to spread the word. So it is possible that Slytherin will win the championship for seven years..." He shook his head and looked at the girl in front of him regretfully.

"You can deduce it...it's quite impressive," Cassandra crossed her arms. "I don't think it's a big deal. I don't want to follow a bunch of idiots down the fourth floor corridor for this."

"It's just each other, your information is also very accurate. Also, what are you doing here, Miss Ka...Wu Lei?"

Ricardo looked at the emerald green eyes, trying to find something in them.

"I allow you to call me Cassandra," the little girl raised her high heels and looked arrogant. "I came here to tell you that that old guy Dumbledore said he was going to the Ministry of Magic today."

"Say you want to go?" In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Ricardo's mind, "You mean, he might still be at Hogwarts?"

"Who knows," Cassandra said mysteriously, "Anyway, I think it's probably you who protects them."

It's probably him...

"Do you know my strength?" Ricardo asked with interest.

"Everything you did on Christmas was known to the top brass of the pure-blood family," Cassandra took out a piece of information. "To be honest, your rise frightened even the pure-blood families in Europe. You can kill several werewolves." You fought back in the siege and defeated those people afterwards, your power has almost reached semi-invincibility, second only to Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindelwald."

"At the same time, you used black magic in that duel, which made them even more frightened. After all, they were the ones who jointly refused your employment, and you are not the boy who was unwilling to master black magic a few months ago. "

"Everyone has to grow up," Ricardo's smile showed a trace of sadness, "but black magic is indeed a good choice."

"You holding a long knife and having a long knife at home have different deterrents to others. Well, what I mean is, your strength is no secret to us purebloods, so be careful. "

"Who revealed it?"

Cassandra did not answer and changed the topic:

"So, you might have to go there tonight and help in the dark."

"I guess Dumbledore will be invisible and watching all this," Ricardo said, "but I will still go. After all, this involves my state of mind."

"Even if it involves Voldemort this time?"

Ricardo's eyes were sharp for a moment, and then became easy-going: "Why didn't I know... that the intelligence network of a pure-blood family could be so perfect?"

"This is what I deduced!" the little witch bit her lip, "Except for receiving information about you from your family at Christmas, I haven't relied on anyone!"

"I felt about Voldemort when I came into contact with Kino several times! He even wanted to win over me, and then Kukulkan gave me a warning, and then I deduced that it was successful! After all..."

"Stop," Ricardo stopped Kassandra's angry self-exposure, "Please remember that at any time, you should not tell others everything you think. For example, just now, I will notice that Kukulkan He has the ability to sense the danger level of wizards."

"I still use..." You teach?

Cassandra swallowed her words. Strangely, she didn't resent Ricardo's preaching.

"So what do you want to express when you come here?" Ricardo finally asked what he wanted to ask the most.

Cassandra wanted to say a lot. For example, she had an uneasy feeling recently, such as a dangerous power permeating Hogwarts—she even felt that this power was qualified to reverse time and space.

The core of power is on the fourth floor, the so-called breakthrough point.

"Be careful."

After thinking about it, her worries turned into this sentence.

Ricardo looked strange and glanced at Cassandra: "I didn't expect that your perception is quite keen."

Ricardo buried this strangeness in his heart and looked at Hogwarts Castle again.

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle, but there is always an unsettling silence.