I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 420 The first day and portrait of becoming the principal

After entertaining everyone, Ian returned to the principal's office on the eighth floor in the evening.

Different from the past, this time he returned here as the master.

It's a bit ridiculous to say it, but after changing his identity, Ian actually felt a faint sense of intimacy here, like a wanderer returning to his hometown after a long absence.

There is a strange feeling, probably because I have been wandering for many years and my hometown has changed a lot, but there is nothing strange at all, everything is as familiar as when I was a child.

On the chair, Ian collected his divergent thoughts, then looked at Dumbledore opposite and asked:

"Has your portrait been made?"

"It's already being made, but it needs to be kept with you for at least three years, otherwise it will be of no use at all."

It seemed that he had been relieved of the heavy responsibility that had been on his shoulders for a long time. At this moment, Dumbledore's whole person was vaguely relaxed and energetic.

The portrait has little connection with the wizard, which Ian also knows very well. It is not the so-called alternative Horcrux or alternative immortality as speculated in the past life forum.

If I had to describe it, the portrait is like a blank memory.

A wizard needs to be with him all year round, actively input memory thoughts, and let the portrait imitate bit by bit, in order to gradually form a relatively complete independent personality.

Fortunately, the portrait of the principal of Hogwarts is maintained by the magic of the castle. Otherwise, the portraits in other places lack daily maintenance and will gradually lose their agility and become mechanical and rigid after being hung for a long time.

Closer to home.

After learning that Dumbledore's portrait was already being produced, Ian did not continue the topic.

"Professor, are you prepared to use gentle means?"

This was not a random guess on his part, but because of Dumbledore's style of acting, it was difficult to kill decisively in the true sense, so he was also curious about what methods the Order of the Phoenix used to deal with werewolves.

"It's not what you think." Dumbledore seemed to have expected it and gave his answer directly.

"Gellert is already investigating, and our mercy and compensation will only be directed at those innocent survivors."

Hearing this, Ian also nodded. He did this very Dumbledore-like, not blindly stupid, but with the greatest goodwill within the bottom line.

"If you need my help, please ask Fox to notify me at any time. I will take the time to brew enough wolfsbane potion, but I hope you will never need it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. At this moment, both of them thought of the hidden crisis behind them. Wolfsbane would not care about their identity or camp, as long as they were infected, no one would be spared.

Ian thought of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and estimated that only Arthur, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody could protect themselves, leaving the likes of Sirius, Tonks, and Prewett. It's really dangerous.

a long time.

Dumbledore sighed softly and said: "I don't want to use it either, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Ian interrupted directly: "Professor, don't think too much! And there will be many changes in the future. You haven't noticed that the development of potions in the past two years is almost equivalent to that of the past two hundred years."

He couldn't bear to see this pessimism. Even though it hadn't even started yet, he felt like he was suffering heavy casualties.

After a pause, Ian then added: "The most intuitive changes brought by fungi to magic are herbs. The herbs cultivated by them are like a brand new species. This is perfectly understood in potions." reflect."

"So, Professor! We really don't need to be too pessimistic. As long as we try hard to keep them alive, everything in the future is changing at any time..."

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In the chat that followed for more than an hour, Ian discovered that Dumbledore was more worried about the safety of Hogwarts, but seemed to be confident about the arrangements for the Order of the Phoenix.

He had never been more curious about this. In the final analysis, the threat from the werewolves who survived was just a small and innocuous problem, even if they could cause a large number of Muggle casualties.

But as long as the wizards go all out and the thunder sweeps through the hole, the werewolves will not be able to make too big a splash. If nothing else, just Grindelwald alone can clean up the entire Europe with a little effort.

Not to mention hiding, you must know that crystal ball divination from the prophet is no joke.

It was night, and Ian still stayed in the principal's office.

It was the room next to the previous secret room, a lounge hidden behind a large full-length mirror. Just tap the frame with your wand and the door would appear.

Moreover, before leaving, Professor Dumbledore packed all his personal belongings into a box with an expansion spell, and packed them all up and took them away.

But what's interesting is that Ian found that this suitcase was almost the same style as Newt's suitcase based on its appearance, but he didn't know if the space inside was the same.

But he thought it was different. He had also heard a little bit about Newt's box. It was said that it was the product of all the teachers and students of Hufflepuff working together to release the extension spell.

I slept very peacefully that night.

Early the next morning, the biological clock that had disappeared for a long time returned again. At 7: in the morning, Ian had already opened his sleepy eyes.

After washing, he sat at the large work table and enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast served by the house elf in the kitchen.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something..." Ian murmured.

At this moment, Principal Black, the most unpopular figure in the portrait, gloated in his drake voice:

"Boy, if I were stupid, I would put down my breakfast first and go and open the office door now. Your vice principal has been standing at the door for a quarter of an hour."

"Open the door... password! I just said I forgot something..." Ian slapped his forehead and instantly remembered that he had not set a new password.

So now we are in a passwordless state, which means that no one can enter the office.

Thinking of this, Ian put down the tableware and immediately stood up and walked towards the door.

……

A few minutes later, looking at the resolute Professor McGonagall in front of him, Ian said apologetically: "Sorry Professor McGonagall, I forgot to tell you the new password last night."

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, was very generous: "It's not your fault, Mr. Principal! And you can call me Minerva. I came early today. Logically speaking, this is not considered working time."

While speaking, Professor McGonagall glanced at the untouched breakfast on the table and felt that she had come at the wrong time.

"No! It's not too early." Ian took the topic and said: "I will still call you Professor Minerva. In my heart, you will always be the most qualified professor, and I also hope that you will continue to call me Ian. That would make you appear friendly, not Mr. Principal.”

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said nothing more. But the soft expression on her face undoubtedly proved that she was in a very good mood at the moment.