Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

Hogwarts main castle.

Transfiguration office.

Beside the flickering fireplace, Dumbledore was holding a thick and old book with one hand, and his body was deeply sunken in the sofa.

Next to him, there is an old-looking radio.

"Some time ago, Grindelwald and his saints attacked the Ministry of Magic of Odili. At present, the entire management of Odili's magic world has been taken over by the saints..."

"Matthew Peters, Vice President of the United International Association of Magic, calls on everyone to restrain themselves, not to be blinded by hatred, and to actively negotiate..."

"It is said that Hogwarts secretly helped Odili's Ministry of Magic, but the headmaster, Armando Dippet, refused to answer this question. Did he acquiesce..."

A hoarse voice came from the radio.

Dumbledore listened from time to time.

Behind the spectacle lenses that reflect the dancing sparks, the light of wisdom is reflected in the blue pupils from time to time.

When the radio broadcasts useless messages.

He focused on the books in front of him.

The thick and heavy books record the unfathomable magical knowledge.

It was the latest alchemy knowledge and ancient secrets that Nicole Flamel gave him a few days ago.

The new knowledge brought Dumbledore a happy mood.

In sharp contrast to those bad news.

When you see how the ancient warlocks use natural forces to release super-wide-scale forbidden magic.

He couldn't help but took a sip of the honey water in his hand, and slapped hard on the armrest of the sofa, humming an unknown tune.

Dumbledore's taste in music is enough to cause cardiac arrest.

Sleeping lightly on one side, Fox can tolerate a hoarse radio.Can't stand his 'noise' at all.

Fox couldn't bear it anymore, it raised its head, spread its beautiful wings, and fiercely agitated, trying to attract the attention of its master and let him see his dissatisfaction.

But Dumbledore didn't care at all...

Finally, Fox's anger reached its peak.

It flew over the bracket angrily.

A gust of air above his head woke Dumbledore up.

He felt Fox's dissatisfaction, but it was too late to speak out to appease him.In fact, even if he had time, Fox would not listen...

Fawkes had already aimed his beak at the top of Dumbledore's head fiercely like a woodpecker pecking wood.

Although it didn't hurt, it made Dumbledore feel sour like an electric shock.

After a few breaths, Fox suddenly stopped moving.

He tilted his head and looked out the window with suspicious eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Dumbledore was left behind as if he was serious, and flew out of the window alone.

Not long after, Fox came back with a silver-white bat behind him.

Dumbledore in the sage moment looked at the patron saint expressionlessly.

"Albus, something happened in Hogsmeade. I have arranged for the prefects of each house to thoroughly check whether there are any students who have not returned to Hogwarts. Come to the headmaster's office now."

A dignified male voice came from the bat, and then the bat disappeared into the air.

Dumbledore in the sage moment quickly regained his feelings.

He quickly got up and waved his wand, turning the sofa back into a book, and at the same time, all kinds of scattered debris returned to their proper places. Finally, he raised his hand and caught the coat flying from the hanger.

While arranging clothes, he walked out the door.

Closing the door with his feet, Dumbledore was already fully dressed when he came outside, and Fawkes fell on his shoulder tacitly.

Wait until Dumbledore hurried to the headmaster's office.

In the principal's office at this time, in addition to the principal Armando Dippet, there were also the vice-principal Brant Fergus who delivered a message to him, and the deans of the other three colleges.

The other teachers took advantage of their free time on weekends to go about their private affairs.

"Aren't you going to a meeting?"

After entering the door, Dumbledore was surprised to find that there were so many people there, and he asked puzzledly.

"We were in a meeting, but the director of the Education Office of the Ministry of Magic suddenly said that a member of Hogsmeade's tribe had died suddenly, and since he had to deal with this matter, we had to come back to protect the little wizard's safety. So the meeting ended hastily."

Slughorn was sweating, he was afraid of war, and saw Dumbledore coming.

He told Dumbledore what he knew.

"Ahem, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will arrive soon. Wait for the prefect to report the number. If any students are still in Hogsmeade, we will rescue them."

Seeing that some of the strongest backbone wizards in the school had arrived, the aged principal Amando coughed and said slowly in a hoarse old voice.

"Can you tell me what happened in Hogsmeade?"

This...Dumbledore is still a little puzzled, why should he save...

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm old, I don't have enough energy, I get distracted when I think about it, and I'm a little confused...Let me think..."

The principal, Armando Dippet, was talking nonsense, which seemed abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

Dumbledore looked it up and down carefully.

The magical blue eyes glow like lasers.

But nothing.

After all, here are the four principals and the principals and vice principals.One of the strongest principals, Armando Dippet, should be the one that no one can keep silent.

I have doubts in my heart, but I can't question for no reason.

"It's probably because the school has a lot of things and it happened suddenly, which made me a little nervous. The change Gellert said...could it be this incident?"

Dumbledore put away his scrutiny, lowered his head and silently sorted out his thoughts.

The whole process is fast and stealthy.

Only Vice-Headmaster Brant Fergus glanced at Dumbledore indistinctly.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon is the school's stipulated time for students to return to the castle from Hogsmeade, except for specially approved senior students."

After a pause, Armando Dippet glanced at Dumbledore, and then continued.

"Of course, there are always students who will be late due to various problems. We just deducted the corresponding college points and did not impose severe punishment on them."

"After returning from the Ministry of Magic, I wanted to confirm with the eyeliner in Hogsmeade village whether our students were affected. But I found that the means of communication have been cut off."

"Elf..."

Bernice Leslie, head of Hufflepuff, said she looked like a kindly old lady.

"I ordered more than one elf to check, but the elves who came back alive told me that they couldn't apparate in directly. No matter which direction you look at, the whole village of Hogsmeade seems to be covered with a pot, no Let anything in or out. I guess it's war magic, the kind of barrier that seals off a city."

"Alive? Could it be?"

The Head of Hufflepuff gasped.

"I gave them a death order. No matter what, they must go in to find out the situation, and at most one will come back and report the situation to me."

Principal Armando looked at her with an expression on his face, nodded and said.

"Oh my God!"

This time it was Horace Slughorn who screamed, the head of Slytherin and the fat walrus.

Hufflepuff Head Bernice Leslie couldn't help but speak again.

"Does that elf need healing?"

"Send it to treatment, otherwise you can still listen to its long-winded nonsense..."

Then there was silence in the office...everyone was thinking...and waiting for news...

All in all it was a long silence.