A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 678: Restart

Ms. Bones left in a hurry. She came here this time to personally tell Felix Grindelwald the news of his escape from prison again. After that, she will immediately rush to the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards for a meeting to discuss the consequences of this incident. Influence.

"I checked the information when I came here," she said seriously before leaving, "When Grindelwald's power was at its peak, the Ministry of Magic of various countries was forced to form a coalition to fight against the saints who could gather and disperse at any time. It's completely different from the Auror team that dealt with Voldemort last time."

Felix returned to the auditorium, and was called away by Professor McGonagall. When she was sorting out Dumbledore's letters, she sorted out Dumbledore's desk by the way, and found a will—to be precise, It was a written resignation. In his resignation letter, he thanked everyone who worked with him, and decided to donate most of his belongings - such as his private library, notes on magic research, magical instruments and other personal possessions - to Hogwarts.

"For a person who is about to embark on a journey, it is too cumbersome to carry these things. Memory is my most precious wealth."

Professor McGonagall read the words aloud in front of the faculty, each of whom expressed his thanks and best wishes.

After the meeting, Professor McGonagall left Felix behind and handed him a letter, "It was also found while sorting out the letters." He is writing.

All these letters were, after all, Dumbledore's elaborate lies.

After asking Professor McGonagall, Felix realized that this letter was mixed among many letters. Felix was only concerned with picking out the one signed by Gellert Grindelwald, ignoring the others.

"He also left me a letter," Professor McGonagall said emotionally, "I read it, and thanked me for my long-term support to him. In fact...he was the one who encouraged me during the most difficult time in my life. Me, I will never forget!"

Felix opened the envelope, the letter was not long, it was only filled with half a sheet of parchment.

"Once I realized that power was my weakness, I avoided it as much as possible for the rest of my life. But people don't always get what they want. At certain points in my life, I was forced to become involved in important events, have high hopes to lead some people, they trust me, but they don't know that I am deeply afraid - when you try to achieve a grand goal, your heart will become cold, and you will not consciously put human value Weighing at both ends of the scale ignores that they are also living beings, and sacrifices are always allowed in times of crisis.”

"Maybe one day you will take the initiative to bear the fate of countless people - I believe you will do so if necessary - and you will also face the difficulties I have faced. Maybe you will be more decisive than me, but I will never I don’t want you to become numb to sacrifice because of this. Pity the living, Felix, even if sacrifice is unavoidable.”

Felix slowly closed his eyes. He felt that the letter was extremely heavy. Dumbledore used his own death to the extreme, and did not forget to make up a lesson at the end: tell him what responsibility is and what sacrifice is.

Dumbledore did it, and he was the only one who sacrificed.

Harry glanced at the professor's seat, the professors were unusually silent, as if they hadn't recovered from the news of Dumbledore's sudden departure.

Professor McGonagall chose to sit with Professor Hemp instead of the tall and magnificent chair that originally belonged to Dumbledore, which made Harry feel strange, as if Dumbledore did not He didn't really leave, and he might suddenly appear at any time, with a triumphant expression of a successful prank on his face.

"I think Professor McGonagall should plan to officially take up the post of headmaster next year." Hermione said softly.

"That's what happened." Ron came to his senses, "The holidays are coming soon, and the students are not in the mood to wait until the next school year. It would be better. Tell me, is Dumbledore sitting in a tavern by the sea now? where?”

Harry and Hermione turned to stare at him simultaneously.

"What's the matter?" Ron said puzzledly, "I've seen posters, and it's said that Muggles look like this when they're on vacation—wearing beach shorts and sunglasses, spending an afternoon by the beach, waiting for it to get dark Then I ran to the nearest tavern to watch the show... er, Hermione?"

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

"Why, why do you think Dumbledore would leave the school given the choice? As you, you said - he will be on vacation soon, and he has at least two months of vacation." Ron Looking at her in bewilderment, Hermione turned her face away, her eyes blurred with tears.

Harry felt his throat was choked by something, and his eyes were extremely sore.

He tried not to blink, fearing that it would cause tears to flow; he dared not speak-as if under some curse, if he dared to utter a word, or imagined with Ron that Dumbledore was at this moment. Some corner of the world celebrates his first day of retirement, and he suddenly collapses.

Hermione stared at Harry's face, finally sure of something, she burst into tears.

"Come on, Hermione. He never wanted one," Harry said hoarsely, as hard as he could.

Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "Yes, I'm sorry." She said in a tearful voice. Hermione buried her face in her arms and put one hand over her stomach,

It looked like a stomach ache, but tears trickled down my eyelashes.

No one has noticed her yet, no, Harry felt a sharp gaze, he raised his head quickly, it was Professor Haip. Harry just wanted to get a better look, but the professor had already taken the initiative to look away.

"Harry," said a voice in his ear.

Harry was startled by the familiar voice and almost jumped out of his seat. He glared at Professor Hemp, who suddenly appeared behind him, and looked incredulously at the long dining table. existed in his head.

"Weasley, Granger, you come here too."

Ron looked stunned, Hermione looked up, her face was completely teared up, and Felix handed her a handkerchief. "Oh, thanks—what's going on here?" She stood up, morosely wiping away tears, only to be surprised to find a second 'Hermione Granger' sitting in the seat, and the 'she' was Recklessly, he stretched out his arms and brought a plate of peas mixed with butter to himself.

Hermione's eyes widened.

Felix calmly explained, "I don't want anyone else to hear this conversation."

He walked towards the outside of the auditorium, followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione. They turned their heads three times at a step, worried that they would be discovered, but found that they were completely overwhelmed, and there was another self on the table instead of themselves Feast on it. They are in a weird mood.

The four of them walked to the stone steps outside the castle, and the clouds reflected brilliant rays of light against the setting sun.

"Dumbledore hopes that the impact of his departure will be minimized, so in the next few years, you may hear news of him appearing in a wizarding town, or he writes to his friends to introduce himself The scenery I saw during the journey, the delicious food I tasted, and then disappeared bit by bit.

Felix said lightly.

"I guessed it," said Hermione, sobbing softly, "but I'm still holding out hope that maybe, maybe there's something wrong with his body...

Ron's face was stiff, and he finally realized what happened. He looked at Harry, but Harry didn't respond, and found he would rather be back in the Great Hall, listening to his classmates talking about the holidays, about Dumbledore - at least in the minds of those people, Dumbledore was still alive.

"You are Harry's best friends," Felix said to Ron and Hermione, "Harry knows, and you can easily guess the truth from his attitude, even if he has nothing Say."

"So you want us to keep it a secret," Ron said slowly.

Felix nodded, then shook his head again.

"Including this. It was Dumbledore's wish, he made great sacrifices, but I am now not sure whether things will go the way he originally thought. An accident happened... in Dumbledore In the original plan, I, Professor McGonagall, Harry, and maybe the two of you will be the only ones who know about this."

"Accident? What accident?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione, who were depressed, and asked actively.

"Grindelwald." Harry said abruptly as he sat on the steps.

Hermione gave a look that was half enlightened, half confused.

"You should know the real identity of Leonhard Bagshot," Felix said, but his tone was affirmative, "and also know what he did, at least somewhat. Not long ago, he proposed A vision—one designed specifically for possible unrest.”

"I," he pointed to himself, "Dumbledore, and himself, the three of us will work together to deal with the complicated situation in the future, such as the wizarding world being forced to make it public... But Dumbledore refused, because his I knew at the time that this plan would never be realized. Not to mention, Grindelwald is now missing..."

"Professor, do you think he will disrupt Dumbledore's arrangements?" Hermione asked sharply.

Harry pricked up his ears. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in now. He hoped that Dumbledore's achievements would be known, but he didn't want his plan to be destroyed. The mood is very contradictory.

"Oh, I see!" Ron said affirmatively: "He wants to go it alone and restore the glory of the past. When Grindelwald was transferred last night-I was in the principal's office with Hermione Outside, I didn’t see that scene—I heard from Seamus that he was completely unconscious, which may be betrayal in Grindelwald’s view.”

Felix glanced at him,

"This possibility cannot be ruled out—but the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore is very complicated, and no one can say what he thinks in his heart." Maybe it is recorded in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" Some truths from Dumbledore.

"If Grindelwald really regards Principal Dumbledore as an enemy," said Harry thoughtfully, "he has to do one more thing besides gathering the saints—disclose Principal Dumbledore. News of his death!" After speaking, he showed a shocked expression.

Felix thought silently, he was also worried about this. And even if Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's difficulties, would his mind change? From the information that Felix has learned from all aspects, Grindelwald has always been a very assertive person. Even with Dumbledore's fear of Grindelwald, it is very likely that Grindelwald was the leader of their relationship when they were young. .

The world's greatest white wizard, possibly the first follower of the dark wizard Grindelwald. Speaking of this thought can make people shudder.

Even if half a century has passed, Grindelwald will be able to cultivate his mind and become weak? Felix doesn't think so. These people who have experienced the war, or led the war, no one will be outdone when it is time to be hard-hearted.

He did not forget the content of the letter Dumbledore left him.

Felix hopes that Grindelwald has not given up on his previous idea. Although one of the three is lost now, his own magic can create a Dumbledore identity. In reality, he and Grindelwald balance each other, opposing each other on the surface, but communicating with each other in private.

Peaceful and moderate wizards support the International Federation of Wizards and Dumbledore (Felix), who represent the existing order, while radical and ambitious wizards seek refuge with Grindelwald to eliminate hidden dangers. If a tacit agreement can be reached, Felix doesn't mind supporting him in forming the New Saints. Anyway, Grindelwald has destroyed the confinement spell in his body.

So Felix didn't leave the school, and he was sending a signal: he was waiting for Grindelwald to find him.

"Harry, you should know that the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been transformed into a respectful playground by me. The school is fine these days. I suggest you form a few club activities..."

Salzburg, Austria.

This historic city is located in the west of Austria, close to the German border. Baroque-style ancient buildings can be seen everywhere in the old city. There are many churches and monasteries, gardens and fountains. Beautiful scenery of the Alps.

In a venerable theater, thousands of wizards gathered together. They all have different appearances and moods. If you have to find one thing in common, it is that these people are not young , his face was covered with wrinkles.

Everyone stared at the man on the stage.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends——" Grindelwald's deep voice echoed in the empty room. This was the opening line of his speech in the past. The long time brought them back to that frenzied era. But everyone knows that everything is different, and the man who used to be all-powerful is now old.

Many people shed tears.

"I'm not sure if I'm qualified to call you as I used to. You were my strongest supporters and trusted me so much but I failed." The crowd was restless. "The future I promised you is half a century late. If you are disappointed, shaken, and change your mind, I can completely understand, because I have also been disappointed, shaken, and changed your mind..."

Grindelwald held out his hand behind his back—the saints exclaimed—his left hand was blackened~IndoMTL.com~Don't worry about me,' Grindelwald said softly, The price of the cage also represents my determination. Groups of blue flames flew out from the tip of his wand, igniting the whole stage, and there was a high-pitched phoenix cry from the flames.

"But if you still have the last hope, come with me, and I will show you that future."

The flames covered his figure. While the wizards in the crowd were still hesitating, a wizard stepped out without hesitation. It was a white-haired witch. Felix would have recognized her if she had been there, and she had gone by the pseudonym Nicole Noel.

She threw herself into the flames, and the flames did her no harm. Grindelwald welcomes her with that intact hand.

"Welcome back, Weta."

More and more people came out, and soon, the flames were full of people, even crowded. Their figures became blurred in the flames,

It can only be seen from the movements that they all looked at a few companions.

In the flames, Grindelwald spoke hoarsely.

"We used to be very close, so do me one last favor: tell Felix Hepp that we will meet soon, but not in the way he wants." straight.

He flicked his wand sharply, and the flames suddenly shrank and disappeared into nothingness.

Everyone on the stage disappeared.

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