A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 674: One twist and three twists

In the headmaster's office, the phoenix whistled in Dumbledore's ear.

"Gellert was taken away? Hmm...Those people have a bad attitude, Fawkes, we can't expect everyone to think the same as us. They're just doing business." Dumbledore comforted softly, and Fawkes lowered his head head so that he can touch his feathers.

Felix brushed the air in front of his eyes, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.

Magic symbols flashed on the edge of the mirror, and the mirror surface rippled like water. Through the layers of fog, a still picture was reflected: it was a grass field, with a huge Ouroboros hanging in the air.

Dumbledore stared at the mirror, and after a moment, he cheered up and said.

"Felix, there are only two of us left now, while Harry still needs some time, I have something to tell you.

Felix glanced anxiously at Fox, who shrank pitifully.

"I just happen to have something to ask-is it worth it, Albus?

Dumbledore smiled easily.

"Just a year ago, around this time, Voldemort asked me the same question." Looking at the scene in the mirror, he said with some difficulty, "My answer is the same as back then: worth it."

Felix frowned.

"I thought you would come up with a better way than one life for another and two soul projections."

"It is a necessary price, for...for the greater good."

"I can't think of any benefit greater than an archmage." Felix said calmly: "You showed me the prophecy, and you know better than me that an archmage has the right to do so in the current situation." How important."

"But the question is, what do people need from me?" Dumbledore said flatly, "Wisdom? Strength? Prestige? I'm afraid I won't be able to meet their expectations even if I'm intact."

"You did it half a century ago." Felix raised his voice slightly, "I remember a book calling you 'the protector of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

"You also said that one was a protector, not anything else. You should know what happened to me—my sister became obscurant, poor father died in Azkaban, mother died for Caring for Ariana losing her life knowing the source of all this pain. I was full of resentment, Felix, and I hope you understand what that word means, that's why I hit it off with Gellert. At that time, my level of danger No less than Gellert!"

Felix exhaled lightly, dispelling the chill in his heart.

"Are you afraid of becoming the second Grindelwald?"

"Yes, I'm afraid." Dumbledore said frankly, "Only I know how close I am to crossing that step. I never thought of abusing Muggles, but I acquiesced that there would be some innocent people." Hurt. The number grew bigger and bigger as I discussed it with Gellert, yet I paralyzed my conscience with empty reasons. So reality hit me hard. I came to my senses, but at too great a cost Bear it... so I always remind myself that I can't have rights, only school is right for me."

"In the years since then, I have tried my best to protect little wizards from Muggle families, oppose cruelty to Muggles, and oppose war. Have you noticed, Felix? All of this is under the "Secrecy Act" Circumstances happen naturally. But what happens when it's the other way around? If the tragedy that happened to me is repeated in front of me again and again, if I have the right to control the world, will I still be able to maintain a sane mind? Lost Wisdom, force, and prestige are harmful."

Tears rolled down his nose.

Felix's heart seemed to be blocked by something.

A moment of silence. At this time, Harry appeared in the picture, looking up at the Ouroboros in mid-air—he could clearly perceive a part of his magic power and emotions in this huge Patronus.

Dumbledore held out his hand, "I think it's time to transfer the spell."

"Is there still time?" Felix asked in a low voice.

He looked into the mirror, and Harry in the picture waved his wand, and the huge Ouroboros twisted and froze for a while,

Ouroboros suddenly collapsed into a silver rain of light. Like the morning fog in the mountains and forests, when the sun shines on it, it disappears in an instant.

"It's enough, it's actually very simple." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "It's just that after the spell is transferred, my magic power must be removed first, and then replaced with yours. This may take several hours.

"Then let's get started." Felix said with lowered eyes, he knew that he had taken over a heavy responsibility from Dumbledore.

The time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago, and something far-reaching in the future is about to happen.

"Ron? Hermione? Why are you here?" Harry shook Snape's greasy hair uncomfortably, and was surprised to see the two trotting up the stairs head-on.

Ron was dumbfounded, obviously not expecting to bump into Snape. Hermione stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Snape, we want to come up and take a look - oh, I mean, we've followed the professors' orders to keep order, and now all the juniors are back The rest room is gone, only some senior students are still in the auditorium, they are unwilling to leave one by one"

Harry blinked, he almost forgot that he was facing Snape's face now.

"I see." He said calmly. After finishing speaking, continue to go down.

"It's unbelievable that I escaped like this!" Ron patted his chest and said fearfully, "I thought I would definitely be punished. If I was locked up, the last vacation of the semester would be ruined—what do you do?

Hermione? "

Hermione stared blankly at the corner of the stairs, where Harry had just disappeared.

"It's strange that Professor Snape actually called us by name."

"Oh! It's really strange to say that." Ron scratched his head, "But we'd better meet Harry first, and even if we can't see him, we can ask other professors about the situation."

"Well, you're right," said Hermione, and the two continued upstairs.

At the same time, in a room with closed doors and windows on the second floor of the castle, Professor McGonagall kept wringing his fingers in the dark, and from time to time alerted the unconscious man on the sofa—not long ago, they were colleagues.

Knock knock!

A knock on the door woke her up. She wiped her eyes with a lace handkerchief, took a deep breath, and resumed her usual seriousness. Then she opened the door of the office, and outside stood Professor Sprout.

"Pomona, you are back! Oh, and you, please come in one by one"

Professor Sprout walked in and exchanged glances with McGonagall. A dark-skinned man came in right after him. He looked no longer young, with a serious face, the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his mouth pulled down into the same arc. He was wearing a dark blue wizard robe with a neckline Wearing a brooch, his gray curly hair was pressed tightly to the top of his head when he came in and took off his hat.

Without waiting for Professor Sprout to introduce, he offered a hand.

"Hello, I am Babajid Akinbad."

Professor McGonagall was slightly surprised, "The new president of the International Federation of Wizards?" Babajid nodded, and at this time four capable wizards in formal attire also entered, "I brought them A member of the Law Enforcement Team,

Responsible for this **** operation - a Rodney. "He said calmly, a middle-aged wizard walked to the sofa, lit his wand and checked the unconscious Grindelwald.

"Go away, you ugly bird," said the team member, and Fox, who served as the light source in the room, glared at him disapprovingly.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Can you turn on the light?" Babajid said, "It's a bit dim. My team may not be able to see."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said nothing. She took out her wand and waved it. Soft light fell from the ceiling, and the office suddenly became very bright.

"Magic lamp?" Babajid said with great interest, "I've been looking for an opportunity to talk to Mr. Hap about that mess, and of course Dumbledore. I hope to hear his wisdom, but Business matters."

Sprout suddenly let out a scream, and the two turned their heads to look, and Sprout stammered: "He, he used a stinging spell."

"Mr. Akinbad, your law enforcement process is too rough. This is abuse." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face.

"No, this is a necessary inspection, Professor." The team member said with a smile, and he raised his head, "No problem! He slept deeply, and then there are binding spells, imprisoning spells, whispering spells ——I read an internal document, which said that he is eloquent—"

Babajid cleared his throat, "Rodney, follow the plan, you don't need to show your eloquence here." Wo put it on.

One team member pushed open the door, another raised his wand and pointed at Grindelwald, under the effect of handcuffs and foot mirror,

Grindelwald's body was floating in mid-air, with his head and limbs hanging down feebly.

"Mr. Aginbad," Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I don't know if Dumbledore told you,

But he hopes that the whole process will be kept strictly confidential, especially not to bring him back to his senses. "

Babajid replied calmly, "You are right."

He drew an arc in the air with his wand, and Grindelwald's face was covered by a black mask. Seeing that Professor McGonagall wanted to say something, he smiled: "Okay, Professor, take me to see Dumbledore.

Leave professional matters to them. These young men deal with the most dangerous prisoners all the year round. "

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips into a slit, and she walked last. When everyone went out, she stood at the door and looked at Fenghuang, "Thank you, Fox. You can go back." Fox nodded to her Nodding, spreading wide wings, the body is burning. Then Professor McGonagall closed the office door.

A ball of fire light shone through the crack of the door to her feet, and then faded away.

"Is that a phoenix?" Babajid suddenly said in surprise, "I didn't see it just now."

"It's called Fox." Professor McGonagall said absently, "Mr. Aginbad, there is one thing you may not know—Principal Dumbledore has submitted his resignation letter to the school board, just today... oh , he,

He can't wait to start a trip," she sniffed, "I'm not sure if you'll see him. "

They walked down the corridor to the spiral staircase when there was a commotion downstairs. "What happened?" Professor Sprout asked suspiciously. She glanced downstairs, and suddenly a silver transparent head emerged from the steps, startling her.

"Killer! Someone's murdered!" Peeves yelled excitedly while whistling loudly.

Professor McGonagall shouted, "What's the matter, Peeves? Are you playing a prank?" Peeves was taken aback. It was a little afraid of Professor McGonagall, so it replied in a slippery tone:

"There's been a conflict, professor, little pouch versus grown-ups, wand against wand," said Peeves gravely, "and I'm just about to tell Filch that maybe his little stick can separate people

"Little crying bag? Student?" Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and she hurried downstairs.

"Yeah, that Longbottom—but he's not as fun now as he was in the first and second grades." Peeves chased her, tumbling on the stairs with his legs pretending to be on the stairs, grunting along the way. "Shut up, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall yelled back. She had already reached the first floor, and the foyer was completely surrounded.

I don't know who yelled, "Professor McGonagall is here!" The crowd separated to the two sides, allowing Professor McGonagall to see the two sides facing each other. One side is naturally four members of the law enforcement team of the International Federation of Wizards, and the other side

"Longbottom! Abbott! Finnigan! Thomas! Goldstein! Greengrass!" Professor McGonagall yelled names, wands in hand, and she turned the other way, "And you two, Weasley and Lovegood, what do you want to do?"

San Shandi, the student whose name was called, lowered the tip of his stick, and they all looked at one of them in unison, one turned out to be Neville

"Mr. Longbottom, you did all this? Give me a reason." Professor McGonagall's chest heaved violently.

"I also want to know, who are they?" Neville blushed, pointed at the four law enforcement members of the International Federation of Wizards and shouted: "Hannah and I came out of the auditorium and saw them very Rudely dragging a man down the stairs, although his face was covered, I recognized Professor Bagshot, and I clearly remembered the patterns on his clothes and trousers!"

"They are law enforcement officials of the International Federation of Wizards." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Mr. Longbottom,

You are too impulsive. "

"That's why you didn't see what they did?" Neville exclaimed, eyes blushing. "They, they

——" He stuttered out of anger.

Hannah Abbott held his hand and said instead of him:

"Professor McGonagall, we really don't know the identities of these people, but they didn't look like law enforcement officers at all just now, like villains who broke into the school. They let Professor Bagshot's knee hit the steps, and his head Hanging on the ground! You know, Neville respects Professor Bagshot very much. After asking a few questions, he was attacked with a spell."

The students were filled with righteous indignation.

Professor McGonagall widened his eyes and turned to look at the four members of the law enforcement team. They stood there expressionless. At this time, Babajid came over and asked seriously: "Rodney, is what this student said true?"

"It seems to be the case." Rodney curled his lips, "Who can explain why so many students speak for a black wizard who has committed all kinds of evil?"

"What evidence do you have for saying that?" a student shouted indignantly.

"Evidence?" Rodney said contemptuously: "There are as many of these things as you want. You don't know what he did when he was young. If it wasn't for someone to protect him"

"Rodney!" Babajid snapped.

He looked around, thought for a while and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself to everyone: Babajid Akinbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards--" The students around looked at him in surprise, and confirmed Looking at Professor McGonagall, she nodded slightly.

There is a murmur in the hall.

"I guarantee on my own reputation that this person in front of me is definitely a dark wizard, and he is the most dangerous kind. He escaped from the prison where he was held a year ago, and this time it was also the headmaster Dumbledore who personally He gave us his uniform," Babajid said.

The students looked at each other in blank dismay. Is it another fake Moody? However, it is quite bold for fugitives to go to Hogwarts to apply for a professor. Even Professor Black became a teacher after being cleared of his grievances.

"Of course, I know that you don't know, so this courage to defend the teacher is commendable. I can also not hold you accountable, but if you take another step, it is a violation of the law. You should think clearly. "At the end, his tone became more and more severe.

Many students showed timid and cowering expressions. Babajid looked around and waved his hand. The four members led the unconscious Grindelwald away.

"Wait, eh—Mr. Akinbad?" Neville summoned up his courage to take a step forward and whispered, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I want to ask—what can I say to Professor Bagshot? A word? Just a few words, I want to ask in person—"

"Absolutely not!"

This sentence was not said by Babajid, but from Professor McGonagall. She said resolutely against all the surprised eyes: "I will not allow anyone to wake him up."

There was no sound in the hall, only the team member surnamed Rodney snorted, and the person next to him tugged at his sleeve, and they walked out of the castle through the crowd. Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Although she didn't know the reason, she finally completed the task assigned by Albus.

"Okay, let's all disperse," she turned her head and said majesticly, "Let's all get out of here, where is the prefect? ​​Take responsibility.

The students were all scattered, discussing what happened just now, discussing the identity of Professor Bagshot, only Neville was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ He took out the broken looking glass from his pocket, I have imagined many possibilities, but I never expected this kind of parting scene.

On the other side, four law enforcement members came to the carriage on the hillside of the castle.

"You are a little impulsive, Rodney, I know your family has a grudge against Grindelwald." A team member said, he controlled Grindelwald into the carriage, and then got in himself. "But you shouldn't attack that student, even if you scare him"

"I don't."

"What?"

"I didn't want to scare him, I wanted to stun him directly. But I don't know why, the spell hit him,

It didn't work. " Rodney himself became puzzled, he stared at his wand, could something be wrong?

He glanced at Grindelwald, who was sandwiched between the two members, and waved his wand casually twice. Grindelwald's exposed skin suddenly became red and swollen, as if he had been whipped.

"Rodney! I warn you"

"I'm sorry, Captain." Rodney shrugged, lowered his head and continued to look at his wand, "It didn't work. Then why? Is it some kind of concealed defensive spell?"

While speaking, there was a sudden bump in the car, and the black carriage rushed into the dark night sky. The breathing sound under the black mask became rapid, and the skin on the wrist, which looked like welts and had been stung by a bee, suddenly turned red.

At this time, in the principal's office, two hands were tightly held together.

Mysterious and strange patterns gradually emerged, and then climbed onto Felix's wrist as if alive.

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