A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 544: Voldemort is coming
Ten minutes ago.
Hogsmeade village, the challenge continues.
According to the procedure, in the morning, Felix will explain the ancient rune, take a period of time at noon to challenge (show strength), and leave the afternoon for the ancient writing experts, professors and principals of the magic school on site to ask questions, and Felix is in charge answer.
But because of the two incidents of 'a dozen black wizards mysteriously disappeared' and 'Felix used lighting to disperse the dark clouds', all the wizards are obviously confused now, no matter what Felix said, they They all looked at him mechanically, still not recovering from the shock just now.
No one dared to challenge, and many wizards who signed the magic contract complained endlessly.
Felix simply announced that the challenge session will be moved to tomorrow, let everyone rest first, and then start the question session in two hours. The wizards dispersed separately. They needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially redefining the subject of ancient runes in their hearts.
The few wizards and all the reporters stayed behind, and they surrounded Felix, asking all kinds of questions.
"Mr. Haipu, is the magma-like flame you just used also an ancient magic?"
"Exactly."
"The power is so strong! So those people are dead?"
Felix glanced at the reporter, "You can think so." The reporter choked for breath and smiled embarrassingly.
"Mr. Haipu, I have seen the illumination technique in a pamphlet about ancient runes, but its description is far less than your outrageous behavior...?"
"Ancient magic varies from person to person." Felix patiently explained, "It is difficult to control, but it also has fewer constraints..."
"Mr. Hype! Ouch, don't squeeze! I am a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic, and I am writing to you—" said a stocky man, his hat popped off to reveal a few wispy wisps of hair. hair.
Felix looked at him, "Giles Fitzgerald?"
"It's me, Maxwell asked me to say hello for him." The man bowed slightly, showing his bald head, and said, "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects to the Beauxbaton School of Magic, can we talk about it? "
Felix's eyes lit up, he looked around, looking for the impressive tall figure: "Isn't Madame Maxim here?"
"She's stumped by trifles, she might arrive tomorrow, but Beauxbaton's vice-principal is here..." The man was so crowded that he seemed about to spit it out at any time. He covered his head with one hand and pointed a stubby finger at a man a dozen feet away.
"No problem," Felix said.
At the edge of Hogsmeade Square, Amelia Bones let out a long sigh of relief, "There is no big trouble at all. Where did the dozen or so dark wizards come from? Are there any records in our files? "
Kingsley replied: "There is too little information available, and they used Apparition to enter the field, and these dark wizards are not stupid--"
"It turns out they were stupid," Ms. Burns said sharply.
After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Is there no movement from Mad-Eye?"
"There is no news yet," Kingsley said.
"It's so strange," Ms. Burns said suspiciously: "We specially arranged a day off, and now the department's defense is unprecedentedly empty. This is the best chance to grab the memory ball..."
Kingsley shrugged.
"Leave him alone, the order here must not be chaotic, let the Aurors and strikers expand the scope of investigation to the surroundings of Hogwarts."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I don't think Voldemort will show up on this occasion, just try to eliminate hidden dangers." Ms. Burns smiled and said, "Even if you don't count Aurors and Strikers, there are close to two or three people in Hogsmeade village right now. Thousands of wizards, many of whom are elite wizards.”
The expression on her face froze when she saw a face. The principal of Ilvermorny School, Agilbert Fontana, suddenly changed his face and left solemnly.
"Let's follow up and have a look." Ms. Burns said after a little hesitation.
They watched as the principal of Ilvermorny School got into a temporary tent nearby. Ms. Burns and Kingsley stood in front of the tent and shouted twice, but they didn't get any response. They immediately realized that something was wrong. .
Ms. Burns cautiously opened the curtain, and the spell in Kingsley's hand was ready to be released, but there was no one inside.
The two looked at each other.
"Is it Apparation? Or the Portkey? Kingsley, notify the Portkey Office and the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team to come over, at least determine the approximate distance of movement..." Ms. Burns said seriously.
…
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.
A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Agilbert Fontana rushed out of the window at the same time, at an astonishingly fast speed.
"Principal Fontana?" Uriah Edmund, who was walking with Bethany in the garden, asked in surprise, "Didn't you go to England? Why did you come back so soon?"
Principal Fontana hurriedly left a sentence: "The snake wood restraint has been touched, I'll go over and check." Then he disappeared from their sight.
Uria's expression became serious, and he turned to Bethany and said, "It's no small matter to alarm Principal Fontana, I'll follow and have a look."
"In case of danger—"
Uria hesitated for a moment, raised his arm, a line of tiny runes began to appear on the inside of his wrist, and then a magic wand appeared out of thin air.
"Uria, this is what Mr. Haipu asked you to use at a critical moment." Betheni persuaded, "I'll go find another professor—"
"Now is the critical moment." Yuria said holding the wand, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."
On the other side, Principal Fontana had already appeared at the school gate, and after a short pause, he ran towards Zheshemu. He thought quickly, the previous principals have left protective magic on the snake wood, which is definitely not something that ordinary students can destroy, especially the snake wood is related to a secret more than 300 years ago.
The students of Ilvermorny only know that the leaves of the snakewood have powerful healing properties, but as the headmaster and descendant of the original twelve Aurors, he knows more: the most important part of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The first founder, the witch Isolt Thayer, once held Salazar Slytherin's wand.
Principal Fontana is in a hurry, and the secret history of the past flows slowly from his heart: Gu
Isolt Thayer's mother was born in the ancient Gaunt family, which is a pure-blood family and the oldest branch of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry descendants of. Her mother, however, was not as supportive of pure blood as most of the family and moved out of the family early.
After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isolt. Isolt's early childhood was very comfortable and beautiful, with parents loving him, and the family often silently helped the No-Maj neighbors, but a fire destroyed all the good things. In this disaster, both Isolt's parents died.
The culprit is Isolt's aunt, Gormley Gaunt, a irascible witch. She took away Isolt, who was only five years old, and planned to train her to be a "qualified" pure-blood wizard. As Isolt grows up, she gradually recognizes the true face of her aunt, finds an opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she herself is not allowed to have a wand), and after some twists and turns, boards the Mayflower to North America.
That wand is the heirloom of the Gaunt family - Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff.
Isolt married her No-Maj husband in the New World, lived a peaceful life for more than ten years, and established the prototype of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during this period, but Aunt Gormley, who had lost her family heirloom, finally found out about the fame Gormley Gaunt was furious at the ever-growing Isolt's residence. She used the rules that had been designed from the beginning of the production of the snakewood, and used the Parseltongue to order the snakewood into a dormant state, and then appeared to prepare Kill the Isolt family.
But she failed in the end.
Later, Isolt buried the dormant wand in the ground outside the school and tried to make a wand himself. In the second year, the place where the snakewood staff was buried began to sprout, and later became the iconic "medical" snakewood of Ilvermorny...
Principal Fontana finally came to the snake tree, but he was shocked by what he saw: the snake tree was completely destroyed and turned into ashes.
A black-robed wizard with pale skin and fuzzy facial features gently stroked a radiant magic wand.
Snake wooden staff!
The wand made by Salazar Slytherin was the only wand ranked seventh in the news that was raging some time ago, but Headmaster Fontana scoffed at this, because he knew from the beginning that other wands It may be non-existent, but the wand must be real. And magical enough.
Voldemort was extremely satisfied. He was holding the wand of the greatest of the Big Four in his hand at this moment, without any rejection. He could feel his ancestor's wand cheering, its strength echoing his own, as if urging him to use it anyway.
There is nothing more suitable for me than this wand, and no one is more worthy of using it... Voldemort thought, now it is time to find a sacrifice worthy of it...He looked up at the sky , Felix Hemp should be in Hogsmeade at this time?
Voldemort showed a grim smile, and he turned to leave——
"Stop!" shouted Headmaster Fontana, Voldemort's red eyes fixed on him. Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely distorted face. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked...
"Are you the dark wizard Voldemort?" he said coldly.
"You may call me Voldemort the Dark Lord—" said Voldemort politely.
"Whoever you are, leave the wand behind! It's not yours," shouted Headmaster Fontana.
"Doesn't belong to me? There is no one who owns it more legitimately than me." Voldemort said contemptuously, "What if I say no?" with light.
Principal Fontana felt bad, but still drew out his wand.
"Hey!" Voldemort sneered, his red eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to drip blood, he said softly, "It's not insulting to take you as the first sacrifice..."
"What did you say?"
"Avada eats a big tile!"
Green light filled his entire field of vision.
"No!"
…
"No!"
Harry cried out. His mind was in such a mess that it looked like someone had stabbed it with a knife. There was a green light in his sight, that was the color of death, he and another young man he saw in his mind shouted out at the same time, that person looked familiar...
"Harry, wake up!"
Hermione shook him, and he managed to open his eyes to find himself lying on the ground, pillowed on the cold ground, with a large shadow over his head covering him. It was Ron, who was arguing with Malfoy.
"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't believe it!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scar," said Hermione.
Harry blinked a few times, not interested in their argument. His heart was heavy. One was dead, the headmaster of Ilvermorny. There was still a green light in his mind ~IndoMTL.com~ The faces of Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were all strangely contorted, and he looked around, Neville also held his wand, silent as a stone.
He turned his head, Sirius and Snape ran over from a distance, the expression on Snape's face seemed to be as anxious as Sirius...
Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, the scar stinging like a needle prick.
"Harry," Hermione cried, "You can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath, "You can't allow your brain to be invaded—"
"Indulgence? Hermione, I can't let important information slip away from me, and it wasn't me who was hacked, it was I who hacked into Voldemort's mind!" Harry retorted angrily.
"But they are the same, your brain's defenses are already riddled with holes, and it will ruin your hard-working Occlumency." Hermione persuaded patiently.
"I can't take care of it for now, Hermione, we can talk about this later, we have more important things to do now." Harry said, he propped himself up, and his hands touched the cold soil, which made him I feel better. He grabbed another handful and pressed it on his forehead. The ice-like touch relieved the pain of the scar a lot.
He raised his head and looked at the cast iron gate in front of him.
"Harry, what did you see? Did he do something else?" Hermione leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"He killed the headmaster of Ilvermorny," said Harry dully.
Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, Ron and Malfoy lost their voices, Neville's eyes widened, and Sirius and Snape who had just arrived were also stunned. They stared blankly at Harry, as if they had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Harry was the first to react, he said eagerly: "There are more important things, Voldemort is coming."
"What?"
"Voldemort is coming, he is going to Hogsmeade to find Professor Hemp!"