A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 682: The end of the era and the beginning

The funeral was arranged at Black Lake near the Forbidden Forest. Hundreds of chairs were lined up in the open space, but more and more people came, and the professors temporarily bought a lot nearby. All the chairs were facing A table of clean white stone. The sky was sparse and drizzling.

The chairs were almost full of people, but there were still people arriving one after another, and they stood solemnly in the back row.

Grindelwald didn't show up until the funeral started. Felix suppressed his doubts and sat quietly in his seat waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Everyone heard music like the sounds of nature.

A mermaid chorus sang softly near the clear green lake, their pale faces were very excited, expressing their sorrow in mermaid language; Stopping, a phoenix hovered in the clear sky, and a sad and moving dirge came out of its mouth. In the mermaid and phoenix melody, Hagrid appeared. He carried Dumbledore's body and walked towards the front row through the gap between the seats. Big drops of tears overflowed his beard and dripped onto the package. The body was covered in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

Hagrid placed the purple velvet on the clean white stone table very gently, and remained motionless for a few seconds, his hands still holding the object. Then he went back down the aisle to (with a large space around) little Gropp, his giant half-brother in a huge jacket and tent-like trousers, with a docile expression and a reassuring slap Hagrid's head.

The music stopped, the mermaid dived to the bottom, and the blurred faces disappeared completely. Only the phoenix is ​​still gliding in the sky. A small man with thick hair and wearing a black wizard robe stood up, walked to the stone table, turned around and faced the crowd with a solemn demeanor. He cleared his throat.

Just then, an accident happened.

A silver lynx lightly landed in front of Felix and his party, raised its head gracefully, and let out Kingsley's voice from its mouth: "Grindelwald is here! Bring some people, you'd better Oh, my God! There are too many people here!" His final voice had become very panicked, and he could not hear the calmness of the past at all.

The wizards in the front rows looked at each other in blank dismay.

The chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, Babajid Abbakind, frowned and said, "He brought those saints here? Is he showing off his force or preventing us from cheating?" The silver light flashed away, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He stood up quickly, and before everyone could react, he turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall and the three deans: "I'll go there first. There shouldn't be a fight, but one by one" "Of course there won't be a fight! He swears not to provoke wizard wars!" Abkind said as he raised an arm, and the skin there had some strange lines. Felix didn't look at him, and continued to speak calmly: "But I suggest to the students—at least the lower grade students are ready to evacuate at any time and pass through the secret room."

Professor McGonagall shook her body, her face turned pale, she grabbed the collar of her chest to confirm, "Are there a lot of people here?"

Felix said briefly: "Far beyond imagination." After speaking, he melted into the air like a drop of water and disappeared before everyone's eyes. The people who came to the funeral were discussing immediately, and Arbakind opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Professor McGonagall passed the crowd, raised his arm to signal everyone to be quiet, and said loudly:

"...Hogwarts will keep all guests safe, and in case of danger, we will stand in front and buy you time. The evacuation is under the responsibility of Mr. Filch and Mrs. Pomfrey. Prefects and professors maintain Order, wait for the signal. Evacuation location - a Potter? Harry Potter?" she called.

Harry ran over stumblingly, with a deep sense of surprise remaining on his face.

"You know place one" Professor McGonagall whispered, "In the secret room, there is a fireplace inside the statue of that person that can be evacuated. It can be opened with a Parseltongue." After finishing speaking, she hurried towards the main entrance of the school go. But within a few steps, she stopped in amazement.

The sky over the school gate suddenly shone with a dazzling white light, and the eyes of the wizard who was looking at him stung. Enduring tears and squinting his eyes, an illusory Hogwarts castle appeared in the sky, completely enveloped in white light.

The black castle seems to be illuminated by white light, those lights are like tiny knives, leaving countless deep scratches on the wall in the blink of an eye,

The wall cracked like a water bag, and it seemed that it would not be able to hold it in the next second. Felix turned over a page of the rune book, and tiny rune symbols flickered on the surface of the wall—the crack disappeared.

Grindelwald waved his wand, and all the light disappeared.

Felix raised his head, the castle lines looming.

"Dumbledore's moves," Grindelwald sighed, "I was very impressed at the time, but after so many years, I imitated it well." The two were about two hundred feet apart, behind Grindelwald A dark, silent crowd stood in the open space, the number of which was almost several thousand,

It is completely inconsistent with the information Felix got.

A thought came to his mind: Most of these people were recruited by Grindelwald.

Kingsley said with some embarrassment beside him: "There are people in other parts of the school, and they have surrounded the school, but these people have no intention of doing anything." Felix looked past Grindelwald and looked into the distance , some people pointed at them.

From farther away, wizards kept coming, and the "cracking" sound of apparition continued. Contest. Only Felix didn't smell the smell before the war.

Grindelwald waved to him.

"We haven't had a serious fight yet. There is still a little time before Abakind arrives. We might as well take this opportunity"

Felix looked at the crowd suddenly. He used Legilimency, and a spell shot over. A tall and burly armor jumped out of the rune book, and the spell was instantly bounced off. Felix withdrew his gaze, feeling even more confused. These people seemed to have come with a mission, ready to cause trouble.

But unless Abkind and those Ministers of Magic are blind and let Grindelwald make a false oath. Otherwise this kind of thing can't happen.

That's what you want. "Felix said calmly, the book of runes began to turn pages, and black lightning shot towards Grindelwald. Grindelwald opened his eyes wide, his wand whistled sharply, and black lightning splashed in front of him.

At this time, it was possible to see who was the elite and who was the rabble in the crowd behind him. Some people stood up and joined forces to support the protection magic, but more wizards retreated again and again, making a mess. Felix's eyebrows loosened, but then they furrowed again.

"Stand back." Grindelwald seemed to suppress his anger and shouted.

He raised his wand, and a silver firebird covered in blue flames emerged from the tip of the wand. The two eyes of the fire bird were replaced by crystal flames.

"Patron Saint?" Felix thought to himself, he was not completely sure when he saw him in the newspaper, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally made an accurate judgment.

The castle transformed from ancient runes and memory magic in the air turned from lines to entities, trapping that strange patron saint inside. Grindelwald waved his wand, and the firebird suddenly swelled hundreds of times, rampaging, and at the same time, blue and white flowers fell from the sky,

They stuck to the wall of the castle summoned by Felix, and in the blink of an eye, the battlefield between the two became a sea of ​​flames.

Professor McGonagall, Sprout, Snape, Burns, and Arbakind arrived first, followed by more than a dozen Ministers of Magic from other countries and accompanying Aurors, all of them gaped in surprise mouth.

Abaginde's eyes showed an incredible light. Unlike the shock and awe of others, his eyes were full of doubts and puzzles,

He rolled down his sleeves and stared at the pattern on his wrist in a daze. The Unbreakable Vow didn't work, so neither was serious? Or is one-on-one not starting a wizard war?

Professor McGonagall and Ms. Burns looked worried, and Felix seemed to be at a disadvantage—the entire castle was shrouded in magical flames, and a dozen firebirds poked their heads out of the tower, bigger than a fire dragon, entrenched Spits flames all over the place.

At this time, Felix threw the rune book high, and the rune book turned into a ray of light and merged into the castle.

The castle expanded ten times in an instant, almost the same size as the real school castle, with magic symbols flashing on every brick.

It seems to be a shout from a distant place.

Some figures stepped out of the air with neat steps—they were Hogwarts students and professors. They held wands in their hands and chanted spells in unison. Gold-red mantras pierced the air. Grindelwald's flames were forced to split apart, and then rune creatures with exaggerated sizes appeared one after another. They were not afraid of death, and rushed straight into the sea of ​​flames. A few seconds later, a firebird was crushed and turned into pieces. The flames just happened to be annihilated by the student's spell underneath.

If this is a battle with the projection of the castle as the battlefield, Felix has already begun to recover the lost ground.

Grindelwald waved his wand solemnly, and the two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They were not using new magic, but were competing with each other on their understanding of magic. New firebirds split continuously, and flame petals rained down from the sky, but everything became useless. The students in the castle were just images fabricated by Felix Tu, essentially the same monsters rampaging on the ground. Relics are no different - they don't die and are more powerful than real students.

"That's him?" asked a wrinkled old wizard in the crowd behind Grindelwald.

"That's right, are you satisfied?" Vita Rozier asked. The old wizard coughed twice.

The last stray flames were extinguished, leaving only the original Firebird Patronus in the castle. Felix weighed in his heart that if Grindelwald only had the strength he showed now, he could still deal with Grindelwald having put down his wand.

"Stop one by one" Abakind yelled at the right time, he stood up, raised his arms and gritted his teeth and said, "Grindelwald, do you want to break your oath? Do you want to start a war?"

"It's just to pass the time," Grindelwald said with a smile. He followed Abkind's gaze and looked behind him, "Oh, I asked them to watch the fun. I'm worried that the funeral will not be grand enough. My old friend of Dumbledore's will be disappointed too."

Abakind's expression was stiff, and he couldn't help lowering his voice and yelling: "Grindelwald, you violated the rules. If you still want to negotiate, let them leave.

Grindelwald gave him a sideways look. Felix thought he would refuse, after all, he had made such a big noise, but Grindelwald actually compromised.

"You heard it too, you can leave now, and do whatever you want." Grindelwald pointed his wand at himself and whispered, his voice clearly heard in the ears of everyone present. Then, one by one, they Apparated.

Grindelwald put away his wand, spread his palms and asked. "I'm the only one now, don't you worry?"

Abakind and the professors were visibly relieved. They were surrounded by thousands of wizards before, and the black mass of people's heads were connected into pieces, and anyone would feel terrified. What's more, there are thousands of students in the school and people who have traveled thousands of miles to attend the funeral.

It seems that Grindelwald was just trying to demonstrate to them—the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic of various countries—and it has to be said that his goal has been achieved. Grindelwald has been silent in the past few days So many people were summoned, even though most of them came to watch the fun according to Grindelwald, but this appeal was enough to make them dare not make any small moves while sounding the alarm in their hearts.

Grindelwald came over and held out his hand to Felix. Felix hesitated, then grabbed the offered hand.

The two felt each other's spells in each other's arms. and something else.

"I know what you are going to do! You will become the public enemy of all wizards." Felix whispered, his eyes fixed on Grindelwald, his body was riddled with holes. No wonder he was in such a hurry!

Grindelwald was taken aback. Then he bowed slightly.

"I'm deeply honored," he said, "oh, yes" his hands suddenly became hot, "I'm sorry to spoil your plan with Dumbledore. But Dumbledore overestimated himself, How can a good guy be more of a deterrent than an outright bad guy?"

After he finished speaking, he walked towards Abakind.

"Grindelwald!" Felix stopped him, "Will innocent people die today?"

Grindelwald stopped walking.

"Innocent people? I don't think...no," he said without looking back.

Felix stayed where he was, and Professor McGonagall called him, and he raised his heels. He opened the hand he just shook hands with and stared at the palm of his hand, where a petal of a frozen blue flame lay quietly. Felix crushed the petal silently, and a spell appeared in his mind.

It is the magic that summons the saints.

Felix let out a long breath.

The alarm was lifted, and there was one more person attending the funeral. Except for the discomfort of the Hogwarts students who had been with Grindelwald for a year, the others did not show much strange expressions. Neville wanted to stand up and question the trick of the looking glass, but was held back by Seamus and Dean.

"Don't be impulsive, Neville," Harry whispered, despite his mixed feelings.

Abakind said a few words, saying that Grindelwald was invited by himself, and that after the funeral, they will start further negotiations, and peace will be just around the corner. Grindelwald standing next to him looked noncommittal.

The funeral continues. When Arbakind returned to his seat in the first row, Grindelwald did not follow him. He walked up to the little man with thick hair and wearing a black wizard robe, and asked politely, "Excuse me, Is it now time to describe the life of the deceased?"

"Yes, yes." The little man stammered.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Then leave it to me, I believe that there is no one in this world who is more familiar with Dumbledore's strengths and weaknesses than me."

The little man's expression froze, and he looked at the wizard in the front row as if asking for help, and there was a row of big figures sitting there. But no one said a word. The little man stepped aside awkwardly. Grindelwald glanced at the body on the white stone table, and Dumbledore seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

He turned around and said slowly:

"Dumbledore and I met much earlier than you imagined. At that time, Dumbledore had just graduated, and I was expelled from school for studying black magic. Fate made two depressed young people in Godric's Hollow We met. We hit it off, and soon became closer than blood brothers, because brothers are only related by blood—think of how many family ties are broken in reality—and we are ideally compatible..."

As soon as he said the beginning, there was quite a commotion. But Harry knew it was all true.

"Dumbledore has many advantages, but aside from those tedious academic research, his most commendable contribution is to firmly defend the rights and interests of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards. It is embarrassing that he himself A Muggle victim, oh poor Albus, whose family has been torn apart by a few Muggles, and of course our law enforcement agencies and the Statute of Secrecy have helped."

Professor McGonagall fidgeted. She tried to stand up, but was held down by Felix.

"Let him talk." Felix said calmly, with an expression as if he was looking at a dead person.

"The victim has the right to take revenge on the perpetrator in any way he can think of, but Dumbledore gave up. This experience must not only not damage Dumbledore's greatness in the eyes of some people, but also make his The personal image was endowed with a heroic tragic color, and I applauded his kindness and compassion. But I saw his weakness and cowardice."

The crowd chattered.

"We used to talk about everything, so I know the little secret that Dumbledore buried in his heart. He hopes that wizards and Muggles will live in harmony and be like a family. What a noble ideal! It's a pity that he only wants to get the result, but he doesn't like it. dreading the price that must be paid to achieve this result”

"Because he was timid, he finally stood against me. He abandoned his ideals, our ideals! Throughout his life, he dared not take a step, and even when he finally died, he could only be cautious. Hope." The expressions on everyone's faces became angry, Grindelwald looked around without a trace of fear: "This is Dumbledore, maybe you and I have different views on him, but one thing is the same, Deng Bullido represents an era, and with his departure, an era is over."

"And a new era is coming."

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald turned his head to stare at the stone table without looking at the others. Dazzling white flames climbed onto the same white and flawless stone table, the flames rose higher and higher, and there was a sad phoenix cry in the sky, the flames suddenly disappeared, and a white stone tomb appeared on the spot - Dumbledore's body and the table All were encased in stone tombs.

The funeral is over.

After a while, the voices in the venue gradually became louder. Grindelwald was silent for a moment, staring at Felix, who met his gaze, and he nodded indiscernibly, then turned and walked towards the Forbidden Forest Go, there was no response to Abkind's shout behind him.

Abakind and several ministers of magic stood up, looking blankly at Grindelwald's back, "He actually apparated directly! Does he not want to negotiate?"

Felix raised his head and stared at the sky. The phoenix disappeared at some point, and it might never appear again. Another familiar person left forever, and he then used someone's words to welcome the arrival of a new era.

"Professor Hype?" said a soft, cautious voice.

"Oh, Miss Granger," Felix glanced to the side, "and Potter, Weasley, Longbottom. Please take a seat. When does the train leaving school leave?"

"An hour later." Hermione said, she glanced at Felix, and seemed to be brewing something in her heart: "The president of the International Federation of Wizards seems to have reached a certain consensus with Grindelwald..."

"You mean that the two of them made an unbreakable oath under the witness of a dozen Ministers of Magic'?"

Harry and the others were taken aback, they didn't know the news at all. Hermione thought for a while and said, "Oh, I guess this is really frustrating, and it can be seen from his performance today that he is not an obedient person...Although we are all aware of the risks, we do nothing No,

Because any objection means standing on the opposite side of those people"

"What are you trying to say, Granger?"

"Oh," whispered Hermione, "I mean, well, anyone would feel powerless in that situation"

Felix smiled, he seemed to cheer up, but he didn't seem to.

"It's not Grindelwald that makes me feel powerless, but the earth-shaking changes that are about to take place in the whole world. I am both eager and afraid of its arrival. There is no experience to refer to."

"Professor," said Harry, "no matter what happens, we will stand with you." Ron and Neville nodded in agreement.

Felix straightened his body, looked at them one by one with scrutiny, "Okay, I will take it seriously. Then from now on ~IndoMTL.com~ accompany me to look at the sky, and wait for the news from the outside world by the way. Hope Won't scare you guys—if I'm not mistaken," he pouted.

Harry and the others looked at each other.

Time passed by little by little. In fact, within five minutes, Alimia Bones walked over with a face that changed drastically. She stumbled, as if she might fall at any moment. The fear in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Harry had never seen her like this.

"Ms. Burns?" asked Arbakind, who was discussing the situation with his secretary and senior officials of the Ministry of Magic from other countries. Grindelwald's sudden departure caught them off guard.

Ms. Burns blushed and stammered: "Mr. Abkind, and everyone, G, Grindelwald—he, he—"

"Have you found any trace of him?"

"Not yet," she looked shaky, and many wizards who were still present looked at her, "but we have confirmed the location of those people brought by Grindelwald."

"Where did they go? We can't let them gather on a large scale. According to the news brought by Brelio, Grindelwald gathered nearly 5,000 people at that time. Even a demonstration is too much."

"All over the world," said Ms. Burns weakly.

"What?"

"All over the world!" She shouted loudly: "Those people, led by six or seven hundred core saints, publicly exposed their wizard identities! It is roughly estimated that they appeared in more than two thousand Muggle cities. They cast magic without any scruples and flew over the city. Mr. Abkind, the magic world was completely exposed and irreparable!

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