A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Ten minutes ago.

In the village of Hogsmeade, the challenge continues.

According to the process, Felix will explain the ancient magic texts in the morning, and set aside a period of time to challenge (show strength) at noon. In the afternoon, it will be left to the ancient text experts, professors and principals of the magic school on the spot to ask them questions, and Felix is ​​responsible for answering them.

But because of the two things that have just gone through the "a dozen dark wizards mysteriously disappearing" and "Felix uses lighting to disperse the dark clouds", a group of wizards are now obviously confused. No matter what Felix says, they are all Looking at him mechanically, he hasn't been relieved from the shock just now.

No one dared to challenge, and many wizards who signed the magic contract complained.

Felix simply announced that he would move the challenge session to tomorrow, let everyone rest first, and then start the questioning session two hours later. The wizards dispersed separately, and they needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially redefining the discipline of ancient magic texts in their hearts.

A few wizards and all the reporters stayed. They surrounded Felix and asked various questions.

"Mr. Haipu, is the magma-like flame you just used also an ancient magic?"

"Yes."

"It's so powerful! So those people are dead?"

Felix glanced at the reporter and said, "You can think so." The reporter breathed and gave a sly smile.

"Mr. Haipu, I have seen Illumination in a booklet about ancient magic texts, but its description is far less than your performance...?"

"Ancient magic varies from person to person." Felix explained patiently, "It is difficult to control, but it also lacks constraints..."

"Mr. Haipu! Ouch, don't squeeze! I'm a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic, and I have a letter with you—" a short fat man said, his hat squeezed off, revealing strands of flowing sparse hair.

Felix glanced at him. "Jiles Fitzgerald?"

"It's me, Maxwell asked me to say hello on his behalf." The man leaned slightly, showing his bald head, and said: "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects at Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Can we talk about it?"

Felix's eyes lit up and he looked around, looking for the impressive tall figure: "Isn't Mrs. Maxim coming?"

"She was caught by trivial matters. She may be here tomorrow, but the vice-principal of Busbarton is here..." The man was so squeezed that he seemed to vomit at any time. He covered his head with one hand, and pointed a stubby finger at a man ten feet away.

"No problem," Felix said.

On the edge of Hogsmeade Square, Amelia Burns let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally, there is not much trouble. What is the origin of the dozen or so dark wizards? Is there any record in our information?"

Kingsley replied: "There is too little information available, and they used Apparition to enter the arena. These dark wizards are not stupid—"

"It turns out that they are so stupid." Ms. Bones said sharply.

After a while, she asked in a low voice, "Is there no movement at all on Mad-Eye's side?"

"No news yet." Kingsley said.

"It's weird," Ms. Bones said questioningly: "We have specially arranged a day of vacation. Now the defense in the department is unprecedentedly empty. This is the best chance to capture the memory ball..."

Kingsley shrugged.

"Regardless of him, the order here can't be chaotic, let the Auror and the striker expand the scope of investigation to the vicinity 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 the Aurors and the hitters, there are close to two or three thousand in Hogsmeade village. Wizards, many of them are still elites among wizards."

The expression on her face solidified when she saw a face, and Ai Gilbert Fontana, the principal of the Ifamoni School, suddenly changed his face and left with a solemn expression.

"Let's follow up and have a look." Ms. Bones said after hesitating.

They saw the principal of Ifamoni School get into a temporary tent nearby. Ms. Bones and Kingsley stood in front of the tent and shouted twice. They didn't get any response, and they suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Ms. Bones opened the curtain cautiously, and the spell in Kingsley's hand was ready to go, but there was no one inside.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it Apparition? Or the door key? Kingsley, inform the door key office and the people from the reversal accidental magic incident team to come, at least to judge the approximate moving distance..." Ms. Bones said seriously.

...

Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the principal's office.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Ai Gilbert Fontane rushed out of the window at the same time, at an astonishing speed.

"Principal Fontana?" Yuria Edmond, who was walking with Bessni 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 prohibition has been touched. I will check it out." Then he disappeared into their sight.

Uria's expression became serious, and he turned his head and said to Bessni: "It's not a trivial matter to be able to alarm Principal Fontana, I'll follow up and have a look."

"In case of danger--"

Yuria hesitated for a moment, raised his arm, a line of tiny magic texts 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 critical moments." Besini persuaded: "I'll go to other professors—"

"Now is the critical moment." Yuria said, holding the magic wand, "rest assured, I will protect myself."

On the other side, Principal Fontana had already appeared at the school gate and ran in the direction of Zhe Shemu after a short pause. He quickly thought that the previous principals had left protective magic on the snake wood, which was definitely not something ordinary students could destroy, especially the snake wood was related to a secret that was more than 300 years ago.

The students of Ifamoni only know that the leaves of snake wood have a powerful medical effect, but as the principal and the first 12 descendants of Aurors, he knows more inside stories: one of the most important founders of the Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ——Witch Isolt Thayer once held Salazar Slytherin's wand.

Principal Fontana is in a hurry, and the hidden history of the past flows slowly from his heart: Gu

Isolt Thayer’s mother was born into the ancient Gunter family, a pure-blood family and the oldest descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, her mother did not support the pure-blood view like most people in the family, and moved out of the house very early.

After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isolt. Isolt’s early childhood was very comfortable and beautiful, loved by his parents, and the family often silently helped the Maji neighbors, but a fire destroyed all good things. In this catastrophe, Isolt’s parents were both killed.

The culprit was Isolt's aunt-Gormley Gunter, a wicked witch. She took away Isolt, who was only five years old, and planned to train her into a "qualified" pure-blood wizard. As Isolt grew up, she gradually recognized her aunt's true face, took the opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she was not allowed to own it), and boarded the Mayflower to North America after some setbacks.

That magic wand is the heirloom of the Gunter family-Salazar Slytherin's snake stick.

Isolt married his Maji husband in the New World. After more than ten years of Ann’s birthday, he established the prototype of Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during this period. Gormley Gunter was furious at the residence of the great Isoth. She used the rules designed at the beginning of the production of the snake stick, and used the snake-like voice to order the snake stick to enter the dormant state, and then appeared to kill Yi The Soter family.

But she ultimately failed.

Later, Isolt buried the dormant wand in the ground outside the school and tried to make it himself. In the second year, the place where the snake stick was buried began to sprout, and it later became the iconic "medical" snake wood of Ifamoni...

Principal Fontana finally came to Snake Wood, but everything in front of him was stunned: Snake Wood was completely destroyed and completely turned to ashes.

A black-robed wizard with pale skin and fuzzy features gently stroked a radiant wand.

Snake stick!

The magic wand made by Salazar Slytherin was only the seventh-ranked magic wand as a foil in the buzzing news some time ago, but Principal Fontana sneered at it, because he knew from the beginning that other magic wands might be fictional. , But this magic wand must be real. And it's amazing enough.

Voldemort was very satisfied. At this moment, he was holding the wand of the greatest of the Big Four, without a trace of rejection. He could feel the ancestor's wand cheering, and the power of the wand echoed with his own magic, as if urging him to use it.

There is nothing more suitable for me than this magic wand, and no one is more worthy of using it... Voldemort thought, now he is looking for a sacrifice worthy of it... He looked up at the sky. At this time Felix Haip should be in Hogsmeade?

Voldemort gave a cold smile, and he turned to leave--

"Stop!" Principal Fontana called, and Voldemort's red eyes stared at him. Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely twisted face. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he became...

"Are you Voldemort the Dark Wizard?" he said coldly.

"You can call me the Dark Lord Voldemort--" Voldemort said politely.

"No matter who you are, keep the wand! It's not your thing." Principal Fontana shouted.

"Doesn't belong to me? There is no one who has it better than me." Voldemort said contemptuously. "What if I say no?" He spread his hand lazily, the snake stick glowing in his hand.

Principal Fontana felt bad, but still drew out his wand.

"Hey!" Voldemort sneered, his red eyes dripping brightly, as if he could drip blood. He whispered: "It's not an insult to take you as the first sacrifice..."

"What did you say?"

"Avada gnaws on big tiles!"

Green light filled all his vision.

"No!"

...

"No!"

Harry called out. His mind was so messed up, as if he was being stirred by someone with a knife. There was a green light in his sight. It was the color of death. He and the other young man he saw in his mind yelled at the same time, that person was familiar...

"Harry, wake up!"

Hermione shook him, he barely opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the ground, pillowed on the cold ground, with a large shadow over his head. It was Ron, he was arguing with Malfoy.

"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't believe it!"

"I did not do anything!"

"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scar." Hermione said.

Harry blinked a few times, not interested in their quarrel. His heart was very heavy. Someone died, it was the principal of Ifamoni. There was still a green light in his mind~www.NovelMTL.com~ The faces of Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were all strangely twisted, and he looked around, Neville was also holding a wand, silent like a stone.

He turned his head, and Sirius and Snape ran from a distance. The expression on Snape's face seemed as anxious as Sirius...

Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, his scar prickling like a needle.

"Harry," Hermione said, crying, "You can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath, "Can't condone the brain being invaded anymore—"

"Indulge? Hermione, I can't let important information slip out of my eyes, and it's not that I've been invaded, it's that I've invaded Voldemort's brain!" Harry retorted angrily.

"But they are the same. Your brain defenses are already riddled with holes. It will ruin your hard-worked Occlumency." Hermione persuaded patiently.

"I can't take care of it for the time being, Hermione, these can be said later, we have more important things to do now." Harry said. He propped up his body and touched the cold soil with his hands, which made him feel better. Some. He grabbed another hand and pressed it on his forehead. The icy touch eased 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 again?" Hermione leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"He killed the principal of Ifamoni," Harry said blankly.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, Ron and Malfoy all lost their voices, Neville's eyes widened, and Sirius and Snape who had just arrived were also startled. They looked at Harry blankly, seeming to have heard the most absurd thing in the world.

It was Harry who reacted first, and he said eagerly: "There is more important thing, Voldemort is coming."

"what?"

"Voldemort is coming, he is going to Hogsmeade to find Professor Haipu!"