Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

The blood elf was deep in thought, and Kirk let her slowly think about it. It would be best if she could figure it out. If she couldn't figure it out, there was nothing Kirk could do. She had lost the infusion of holy light and the magic support of the Sunwell, and the situation would become worse and worse. Worse, until you lose your mind and become a Naga or something...

The top priority now is to quickly find the traces of the escaped Voldemort, and completely eliminate it before the demon sends the coordinates of this world.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you have any ideas?" Kirk naturally cannot try his luck aimlessly on his own. Looking for someone in this world, he naturally has to leave it to the people in this world.

Dumbledore already knew the criticality of the current situation. He had just seen the impact of Kirk's influence and witnessed the tragic situation after those worlds were annihilated.

Regarding Voldemort's whereabouts, Dumbledore couldn't immediately judge, but he had some clues: "I just went to London, do you know about this?"

Kirk didn't know what Dumbledore wanted to say, but he nodded anyway. He had heard Harry tell him about this.

"I went to London because of a letter from the school board earlier today saying that an impromptu meeting would be held today." Dumbledore continued: "But when I arrived in London, I was informed that the meeting was cancelled. After I left, Quirrell...or Voldemort took action."

Kirk understood what Dumbledore meant: "You mean, Voldemort didn't take advantage of you leaving the school to take action, but took the initiative to remove you from the school?"

Dumbledore nodded: "I think it is possible. If there is really a school director who is secretly helping Voldemort, then we can follow this clue and find it."

Dumbledore left, intending to investigate before this clue was broken; the blood elf Lucia was still struggling with herself.

Kirk left the faculty and suddenly felt that he had nothing to do. He really couldn't help much in finding Voldemort. Kirk suddenly envied Master Velen's prophecy ability. If he could also prophesy, it would be easy. too much.

Walking through the corridor, Kirk passed the students' wards. He paused for a moment, then opened the door and walked in; there were only two students left in the ward - Ron and Neville; Harry and Hermione had probably gone back to the castle. .

Kirk walked to the bedside and covered Ron with the quilt. The boy had fallen asleep with a silly smile on his face. He didn't know he had dreamed of something happy. He had only experienced such an exciting thing at night. , and even being injured, he could still dream so heartlessly, which made Kirk dumbfounded.

Neville, who was in the hospital bed next to him, wrapped the quilt tightly around himself and huddled up. This was not caused by a cold or chill. He was always in this state when he slept every time he was hospitalized. He was a very insecure child.

Kirk sat at the head of his bed, checked his head, and found that his compressed brain nerves had recovered. Now was a good time to help him remove the amnesia magic; Kirk took out "Good Luck" and used his staff to Pointing at Neville, the energy of light and dark escaped from the crystal and penetrated into Neville's head.

The two masses of energy were like two hands of a surgeon. The golden one protected Neville's brain tissue; the dark one was entangled with the magic that caused amnesia.

After about 10 minutes, the dark energy finally removed the magic from Neville's brain, and his brain tissue was intact.

Kirk pulled out the energy, and the sleeping Neville suddenly frowned, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He seemed to have had a very bad dream. He kicked his legs as if he wanted to escape somewhere. He moved his fists as if he wanted to hit someone.

Kirk reached out and rubbed his temples, and Neville calmed down.

Kirk stood up and looked at the two sleeping children; at this moment, he suddenly felt that his heart was extremely full. He was no longer confused and seemed to have found the way forward again. He wanted to keep the devil out of this world. He wanted to protect these kids.

This sense of responsibility was not given to him by his race, nor was it given to him by his mentor, but something he truly wanted to do from his heart. Kirk suddenly understood whether what his mentor said to him on the day of time travel was what he wanted to do. His expectations for himself.

Teacher Velen probably doesn’t want to live in his shadow. He hopes that his disciple’s heart will be complete and independent; he hopes that his disciple will become a qualified leader, a respected hero, and an independent personality. Delaney.

When he walked out of the ward, Kirk's steps were no longer heavy. He had to plan what he was going to do next and plan a bright path for the world and the future of his children.

That night, Kirk thought about what happened all night long. It was not until the sun rose outside that he was called out of the office by Madam Pomfrey.

"Dean Kirk, Neville's situation is a bit bad!" The door to the office opened, and Madam Pomfrey quickly explained the situation to Kirk: "The child was shaking all over, burying himself under the quilt and not coming out, and he didn't speak. "

Kirk walked out of the office and walked towards the ward. He said: "I gave him the last treatment last night. He probably remembered some bad things. Please help me write a letter to his grandma and ask her to come." A trip to school.”

Madam Pomfrey suddenly understood the reason why Neville became like this. She separated from Kirk at the door of the ward, but instead of writing a letter, she wanted to use the Floo network to go to Longbottom Manor in person to collect Naville. Wei's grandma took it.

Kirk pushed open the door of the ward. Harry and Hermione were standing next to Neville's bed and talking. Ron was wearing a hospital gown, condensing the Holy Light, and then penetrated Neville's quilt.

Seeing Professor Kirk come in, Ron blushed and retracted his hand, and Harry and Hermione also consciously moved aside.

Kirk walked to the bed and patted Neville under the quilt: "Kid, don't be afraid."

Perhaps hearing Kirk's voice made Neville feel more at ease. He opened a crack in the quilt and revealed half of his head.

There were tears on his face at this time, and he choked with sobs: "Professor, they... they are torturing my parents! The curses they used are very evil, very evil!"

Kirk comforted softly: "These things are in the past, aren't they?"

"I thought I had forgotten it, but I had a nightmare and those images came back to my mind!" Neville's voice was trembling.

Kirk asked him: "Then do you still want to forget these scenes?"

Neville subconsciously wanted to nod, but he didn't. He knew that these pictures really existed, and forgetting them would be completely deceiving himself. He hesitated.