Chapter 118 117: The game behind the scenes, Dumbledore’s plan
Everyone’s attention was in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Naturally, no one noticed Aurora and the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, these little wizards Still chattering and discussing non-stop.
One is a house that is biased against the headmaster of Gryffindor, and the other is Gryffindor, who has been led astray and has begun to think more and more divergently in twisted thoughts.
Putting them together was definitely a major mistake in the curriculum.
“If Hogwarts changes its name, will we change the school uniforms? Does that mean we need to pay again? I can ask my family for a few more gold galleons!”< br>
"Oh! Someone inform Principal Dumbledore, I want to see Principal Dumbledore's reaction!"
" Principal Dumbledore was not here this morning, I think he should be the first to get it The news is hidden, after all, even the most powerful succubus blood will become less useful as it grows older!"
"You are simply slandering the great Dumbledore! It's our Gryffindor Proud! His succubus blood will definitely not lose its effectiveness just because of age!"
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This group of students has obviously been led astray by the morning's "Daily Prophet"! There is even a little wizard trying to use more than 700 Dumbledore dolls sold by his grandmother to prove that Dumbledore's charm has not diminished - this little wizard's family seems to have been selling dolls in Knockturn Alley for generations. The alchemist in the witchcraft shop.
What is authority?
This little wizard’s statistics are truly authoritative!
"Do you also sell dolls of Gellert Grindelwald?" I don't know which little wizard asked again, which aroused the curiosity of other little wizards watching the fun.
“No, our family only does business in our country.”
This little wizard with a family background may not realize the nature of his own shop, and his serious and loud voice His answer seemed to be filled with a sense of pride.
"Not only Dumbledore, we also sell Miranda Gorshak's dolls. That is the highest-selling doll, and can be sold for the price of three Dumbledore dolls."
One thing to say. .
The fact that he can still come to Hogwarts to study may be the real miracle of witchcraft. Since the people present were all young wizards, they obviously did not understand how valuable this magical miracle was.
"My mother seems to have bought a Dumbledore doll from you. It is exactly like the real one and can move, but I don't know why she hid it in my barn."
"Can you accept customization? I want to make my little dog into a doll."
"What a great idea! Then I also want to make my sister a doll! Whenever she hits me once, I will use her doll to vent my anger! Beat her doll hard!"
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Little wizards are always very naive at this age. They do not understand the specific meaning of a witch supplies store, and they really think it is a shop that makes and displays toys.
Some Slytherin wizards even expressed their opinions loudly and dissatisfied in order to please Aurora, saying that Grindelwald dolls should be made and sold even in the UK. This is a mark in history. The powerful wizard who has written about it has also been supported by many other young wizards.
“……”
The veins in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's head were stretched.
Obviously.
Among the freshmen in Slytherin and Gryffindor, no one must have the true talent of a prophet. What is happening now has been verified by the divination teacher in advance. After all, as long as you have a little bit of the talent of a prophet, you won't be able to sense the increasing danger.
The powerful fire created by the transformation technique may only be burning in the Forbidden Forest at this time, but the students who are eating melons and watching the theater in the castle are very likely to use their hard work to ignite the close-range fire in the castle. A fierce performance. Even better, the kind that burns more thoroughly, not even a trace of ashes remains.
"Calm down! Professor Zu...! You must calm down!" Aurora could hardly hold Gilderoy Grindelwald's hand with both hands, and her whole body was hung up on Defense Against the Dark Arts. on the arm of the class professor.
"It's all just children, it's all just children's nonsense." Aurora kept persuading Gilderoy Grindelwald in a low voice. Fortunately, Gilderoy Grindelwald did not have his own way after all.
He shook off Aurora hanging from his hand, but did not take out his wand, "Of course I know this, but I think I need to think about it carefully. What arrangements should be made for the good students of Gryffindor and Slytherin in the teaching content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course?”
"Such happy little wizards should be very good at dealing with dementors. The first graders should be at the age where they should learn how to deal with the Azkaban environment."
"I will "Building a simulation classroom in the basement, I think it will be very educational." Gilderoy Grindelwald's expression did not seem to be threatening at all.
He waved his sleeves and left the Transfiguration Classroom directly. He didn't know if he was really going to catch Dementors and set up a so-called simulation training classroom.
The other little wizards still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.
In the midst of chirping sounds.
The little wizards were still discussing happily.
Only Aurora looked pale. It would be terrible if Grindelwald really found a few more dementors. She knew very well how much her Patronus Curse stretched her hips.
"Patronus Curse..."
This is the reason why Aurora is afraid of dementors. She has tried to practice this magic more than once these days, but she has never really succeeded.
The first setback in this life is always more timid.
"If I help my grandfather burn all these classmates now, will he change his mind?" Aurora may care about the safety of her classmates, but she doesn't care enough to be too touching.
"Miss Grindelwald, are you worried that Dumbledore will fight with your family again?" A young wizard noticed Aurora's anxiety and hesitation at an inappropriate time.
Her inquiry did not receive an answer from Aurora.
"Shut up."
Aurora touched her forehead speechlessly. Seeing the ignorance of the young wizards, she sighed and inserted the wand back into her robe. inside.
I weighed it for a moment.
The little Germanic girl still thinks it’s better to take it off. She looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance where the professors were rushing towards, and she had already begun to think about where she would need to hide in the future Defense Against Dark Arts class.
The Forbidden Forest is a good choice.
But the small room where Ian often hides to brew potions is quite attractive. At least he doesn't have to face the trouble of Dementors by hiding in that small room on the eighth floor.
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The fire dragons formed by the gathering of more than ten fierce fires are like Ian's minions, frantically searching for Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest. He really doesn't want to be escaped by Voldemort. Day of birth.
Not only because he wanted to use the [Soul Furnace] to burn up his magic power, but also because Ian knew very well that Voldemort had a vengeful nature, so if Voldemort took a breather, he might be remembered severely by this guy in the future.
The hidden dangers are not small.
Ian doesn't overestimate himself.
He knew that it was okay for him to bully Voldemort in his remnant state, but in terms of hard power, Voldemort in his prime was on the same level as Dumbledore.
Don’t underestimate the many dangerous magical transformations and transformations that Voldemort performed on himself. Although they have sequelae similar to those affecting the brain and IQ, they still do provide benefits. It greatly improved Voldemort's abilities and allowed him to complete the accumulation path that he should have embarked on for decades.
“It can be regarded as an advance and a squeeze on his own future potential. It’s stupid, but in the short term, it does work very quickly, saving many years of hard work in one fell swoop.”
< br>"I'm afraid Grindelwald can't say that he can win against such a guy."
Ian still remembers the information he learned from several legendary old masters. There is an upper limit to the strength of wizards in the world, so wizards who reach this upper limit will become stronger at a much slower rate.
Perhaps Voldemort was still inferior to Dumbledore in his heyday, but the gap was definitely not huge and obvious. At least they could barely be considered to be in the same echelon of powerhouses.
They are all at the level of T0 in the human world.
“My magic power is barely at the dean level, but the accumulation of other aspects is still too short.”
Ian feels that in addition to reaching the T1 level of magic power, no matter it is an in-depth study of magic, In terms of level, experience and combat skills, he is still far behind several deans.
What is missing is not just magic power, but also magic background and experience.
Because of this.
If faced with the full-blooded Voldemort in his heyday, Ian's performance would probably not be as good as that of the four deans. He now belongs to the kind of little King Kong with three powerful axes.
After the three-blade ax is used, most wizards cannot withstand it, but once any wizard can resist Ian's three-blade ax, you will find that Ian has no better means in the future.
Voldemort, who can use magic unscrupulously, can definitely handle it, so Ian does not think he is sure to deal with the resurrected Voldemort. This is why he has been committed to killing the remnant soul of Voldemort before Voldemort is resurrected. one.
Whether Harry Potter can continue to be the savior, and whether the trio of saviors can use Voldemort to hone themselves, it can be said that these are not issues that Ian feels he needs to consider.
All he wants is to eliminate the possibility of noseless Tom running out to cause trouble. In this way, he can get the time he lacks and wants most to slowly accumulate his own heritage. Yes, Ian just wanted no one to stop or disturb him from studying, so when he encountered Tom without a nose, he wanted to solve it quickly!
By the way, burn this fellow countryman to help yourself practice!
"Where is it hidden?" Ian himself is also looking for it on a broomstick. His combined application of transformation and fire has not actually reached the level of Grindelwald in "The Secret of Advanced Dark Arts" requirements.
These "Fire Dragons" transformed by Ian are only attached to Ian's will. This will is Ian's idea of finding the dark figure of Voldemort. Perhaps it is quite powerful for ordinary wizards, but there is still a big gap between him and Grindelwald, who can turn fierce fire into eyes.
The fire controlled by Grindelwald can be regarded as a drone with a camera, while the fire controlled by Ian is just an automated machine with programming commands and no camera.
If not.
They would not look at Quirrell twice, but Ian didn't know it - the fierce dragon flew past the cave where Quirrell was hiding three times, frightening Quirrell every time. trembling.
"Master...Master...who is this...who is looking for...us?" Quirrell was so frightened that he crouched like a quail in the cave. His stuttering was not a disguise but real fear.
"How could I have a useless servant like you! Use your brain! Who else besides our hypocritical principal can play Li Huo into such a guy?" Voldemort's voice spoke again. Yu Quirrell's mind sounded, with a bit of dissatisfaction with Quirrell, and also an unconcealable anger towards Dumbledore.
"Yes... that's right."
Quirrell finally understood why Voldemort escaped. If it was Dumbledore who was chasing Voldemort, everything would make sense. After all, Dumbledore is the most powerful person in this century. The great wizard has always lived up to his name.
"You think in your heart that I should be inferior to Dumbledore!" Voldemort's angry roar made Quirrell tremble. The timid Quirrell was worried about being found where he was hiding, and because of Voldemort's roar in his mind, his already panic-stricken heart was trembling.
"No! No! Great Master! Of course I don't think so...I'm just thinking about how we can escape...how to avoid this carpet-like search."
"You also know that if... if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before we are found." Quirrell immediately opened his mouth to explain, and expressed his inner worries.
In fact, he felt really aggrieved in his heart. Others had enjoyed at least a few days of glory when they had taken refuge with the Dark Lord as Death Eaters, but he had not even experienced the glory for half a day before he was directly dragged down and turned into a hidden rat. The extraordinary knowledge and broader vistas desired were not realized.
All he has is Voldemort's deepening threat and an empty pie.
"Indeed, we can't always be so passive." Voldemort was so weak that even though he was pinned down by Quirrell, he could still share Quirrell's senses with him.
You can even detect some changes that Quirrell didn't notice.
“What to do?”
Quirrell held his wand tightly, as if only the wand could bring him some sense of security.
"Several professors in the school are approaching... Now is not a good opportunity to confront them. We also need to use your identity to find what Dumbledore has hidden." Voldemort did not let Quirrell stand up. , and did not let Quirrell turn over and stop pressing him. The thing he was most worried about now was that the Sorcerer's Stone was moved away by Dumbledore.
"This...Master, thank you for your kindness, I can't beat those professors!" Quirrell's body trembled even more, and his voice was choked up.
"You are simply a coward! How could I have a useless servant like you!" Voldemort cursed fiercely, which could be regarded as venting the frustration in his heart. Of course he came here for the Sorcerer's Stone, but no one could have imagined that he would encounter this situation of dying before he even got close to the Sorcerer's Stone.
"I...I..."
Quirrell sobbed.
The grievance in his heart reached the extreme.
"Disapparate and leave here quickly! That guy is coming!" Probably sensing the powerful magic approaching, Voldemort immediately yelled anxiously at the crying Quirrell.
"I...I can't do it." Quirrell hurriedly shrank deeper into the cave subconsciously. He obviously hadn't adapted to the life of having a face under his butt.
This contraction directly caused Voldemort's face to rub against the ground again.
He didn't notice it and continued to explain, "Although this is just the Forbidden Forest, it is beyond the scope of the castle... but it is still very difficult to apparate."
"My magic power... I "The magic power is very unstable now." Quirrell did not dare to throw the blame to Voldemort, but the instability of his magic power was indeed related to Voldemort's unauthorized "intrusion".
If he hadn't been worried that the unstable magic power would teleport his body to different places, Quirrell would have phantomed away from here as soon as he discovered the fire dragon.
"Roar!"
At this moment.
Dragon roars sounded one after another outside the cave.
The situation is imminent.
"You are the most rubbish of all my servants!" Voldemort also panicked. He quickly supported his weak soul and suddenly took control of Quirrell's body.
See.
The extremely painful Quirrell's face seemed to have countless boiling oil, and Voldemort's disgusting noseless face seemed to suddenly grow out from under the skin of Quirrell's face. His face and Quirrell's face fit together tightly, and the appearance of the two faces overlapping was grotesque and disgusting.
"I just lost one round!"
As if his double-pupiled eyes were looking at the blue flame dragon flying continuously outside the cave, Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and waved his wand, causing strong spatial fluctuations. Suddenly he and Quirrell were involved.
“Brush~”
It didn’t teleport too far. After all, Voldemort’s soul was extremely weak. Quirrell’s figure disappeared into the Forbidden Forest and then appeared in Hogsmeade. In the village.
"Avada Kedavra!"
In a secluded alley.
Quirrell turned his head and saw a shocked witness. While he was still hesitating, Voldemort, who was controlling his body, had already raised his wand and released the unforgivable killing curse.
“Bang!”
The green light flashed.
The poor innocent man fell to the ground.
Voldemort, embedded in Quirrell's face, looks very satisfied - this is his normal level of performance! He is the great Dark Lord who is feared by everyone and will kill anyone he wants!
"Leave quickly! Go back to school and pretend you have never left school!"
After Voldemort issued the order to Quirrell, silence began, and the chimeric face gradually disappeared, however , he found that after relaxing, he failed to successfully move to the back of Quirrell's head. It seemed that there was some kind of weak but real force that pulled him and slid towards Quirrell's butt.
One thing to say, Voldemort was extremely resistant, but his weak soul cast magic twice with the help of other people's bodies. He really couldn't muster any extra strength to resist.
“Damn it!! What happened to your body!?”
Voldemort thought it was Quirrell's problem.
"I...what's wrong with my body?" Quirrell was also on the verge of crying. He felt that Voldemort probably had some quirks and why he always got into his butt.
Is this the Dark Lord going to stay there forever?
In this situation, do you still dare to go to the toilet?
"Leave first..." Voldemort weakly responded on Quirrell's butt. He once again felt his mouth overlap with one of Quirrell's body organs.
"Okay, okay." Quirrell endured the discomfort and hurriedly walked out of the alley. He looked back at the witness who fell to the ground, and the pity and helplessness in his eyes just flashed away.
“Don’t blame me.”
Qi Luo prayed secretly, and immediately left the remote alley and ran towards the busy street. At this time, Hogsmeade Village is still There were quite a few people hanging out.
“Want to play chess, sir?”
Someone raised his hand to block the way, and Quirrell was startled by the sudden question.
"Get away!" He quickly pushed away the person who blocked him and pushed him directly to the ground. Not only that, he even imitated Voldemort's eyes and glared at the chess player setting up the stall.
“You asked for this!”
Qi Luo saw the chess player’s panicked expression and felt a little less aggrieved. He immediately He hurried towards the castle.
"Master, could it be that Dumbledore...could he have guessed that you would come back?" Quirrell is a student of Ravenclaw after all. After being out of danger, he calmed down and his mind worked better again. .
"Of course, stupid guy, you actually realized that the hypocritical Dumbledore had such a conspiracy? In the final analysis, this is just a game between me and my professor."
"He wanted to You want to get rid of me completely, so leave me behind He took something I urgently needed as a bet, and he and I were both well aware of this. I entered the game voluntarily, but now it seems that he is much more sinister and cunning than I thought." Voldemort's voice recovered slightly. gained some strength.
He gritted his teeth and spoke with great reluctance, "Of course, we are not losing everything. We still have a chance. The one who laughs in the end must be me!"
" As long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone, as long as he gets it...ah, Dumbledore will understand what it means to set yourself on fire." Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's heart.
The news he received was that Dumbledore was trying to use the Philosopher's Stone to extend his life, so he borrowed the Philosopher's Stone from the legendary alchemist to refine the elixir of life at Hogwarts.
This is obviously not news that can withstand scrutiny. Most wizards with some judgment and knowledge will not believe it. After all, an age of more than a hundred years is completely in the prime of life for a powerful wizard, so Dumbledore In fact, Lido does not need to rush to use the magic stone to extend his life.
Voldemort knew this.
Dumbledore also knew that Voldemort knew this. However, as long as the Sorcerer's Stone is really in Hogwarts, Dumbledore believes that Voldemort will definitely come.
This is indeed the case.
The disappearance of several Horcruxes in succession made Voldemort feel some threats, but he couldn't help but rush over after hearing the news about the Sorcerer's Stone. This is a treasure that can truly resurrect him. Of course, it is impossible for him to be indifferent to the Sorcerer's Stone. It is not easy for him to return to the world again.
"The final winner must be me!"
Voldemort was determined behind Quirrell's butt, which was frantically immersed in his journey.
He didn't know.
It was exactly behind him that his face was facing him. The middle-aged wizard who had been pushed hard by his servant Quirrell was slowly standing up from the ground after sighing. .
“It’s been a really bad day.”
The middle-aged wizard dusted off his butt in an imageless manner.
"I'm going to die. Tsk tsk, I can't stop you. My brain is broken and I'm rushing to die. My sense of smell is not even as good as that careless Germanic guy."
He sat back down in front of the chessboard where he had set up his stall. Although Quirrell's figure had long since disappeared into the crowd, Quirrell's figure still seemed to be reflected in his eyes.
In other words, it reflects the face on Quirrell's butt.
"It's a little too early, but the impact shouldn't be too big." The chess player resumed arranging the wizard chess in front of him. He didn't raise his head but he already sensed someone sitting opposite him.
"Want to play chess?"
The chess player was not surprised at all.
Just continue to place the chess pieces.
“Aren’t we already here?” The young wizard had a gentle smile on his face. He had a head of brown hair on top of his head, which was long and fluffy. It was braided into a simple braid and hung naturally on his head. shoulders on both sides.
Arthur King.
The alchemy professor at Hogwarts.
"Haha, how about playing a simpler wizard chess to relax a little?" The chess player shrugged and raised his head to look at the young professor opposite.
"Of course there is no problem, just don't cheat secretly."
Arthur King responded with a chuckle.
His chrome-green eyes fell on the chess player's hands, which were constantly placing chess pieces, and his eyes reflected the pure silver ring with a raven pattern on the chess player's hand.
"When it comes to cheating...modifying reality is cheating." The chess player did not hide the thought of the ring on his hand, and his eyes also fell on Professor Arthur King's hand.
There is also a ring wearing there.
Shining with the color of bronze.
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On the street where people were coming and going, a seemingly uneventful and unremarkable confrontation was taking place. On the other hand, Ian did not find traces of Voldemort as he wished.
He searched all the nearby areas like a blanket, but couldn't find even a hair on Voldemort's nose. He had to lament that this guy's escape skills might not have been maxed out long ago.
"It's the professors..."
Not only did Voldemort not be found, Ian also discovered the presence of several professors.
His sharp eyes saw a few small dots in the distance, which was obviously not a good thing. He could only quickly cancel his magic broom and let himself be caught in the claws of a fierce fire dragon.
"Help! Is there anyone here to help me! Help me!" Ian screamed in horror at the top of his voice. After pretending to be in a hurry, he waved his hands in the air a few times and then felt that He didn't seem embarrassed enough to have his head grabbed, so he adjusted his position so that he was hanging upside down on the claws of the giant fire dragon.
"Where is this!? I was on the lawn outside the school, and I accidentally dozed off and fell asleep in a legal way! Ah! Why was I caught in such a ghost place!"
He was hysterical. Howled at the top of his lungs.
This immediately attracted the attention of several professors who were using "Curse Stop" to eliminate other fierce fire dragons.
“It’s the little wizard’s cry for help!”
Pomona Sprout, the Head of House of Hufflepuff, was the first to rush in the direction of Ian. Several professors followed closely, and Filius Flitwick raised his wand to eliminate the fire dragon that "caught" Ian.
"Crash~"
Ian began to fall quickly, scraping off many leaves on the branches. Just as he was wondering if he could not continue acting, otherwise he would have to face the ground and be intimate with the blackened forest. When in contact.
Pomona Sprout quickly released a levitating spell for Ian, suspending him in mid-air. Ian quickly continued to show his teeth and claws crazily.
“It’s the little wizard from our academy!”
Filius Flivi recognized Ian and exclaimed.
"Dean! Dean! Professors! I've been caught!" Ian tried his best to make his widened eyes look horrified and innocent, but the three deans looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Mr. Prince, your transformation skills have really improved very quickly. You can perform this kind of multi-body transformation on Li Huo. I think many adult wizards who have graduated can't compare with you." Mai. Professor Ge ruthlessly exposed Ian's performance. She never raised her wand and tried to rescue Ian from the beginning to the end.
Obviously he has seen through everything.
"Did the dark wizard capture me?" Ian's voice was less confident. He felt as if the three deans had eagle eyes, surrounding him while he was suspended in mid-air.
Professor McGonagall’s eyes are especially sharp and serious.
"Transfiguration is a magic that is extremely difficult to hide your personal style and traces. Don't forget, your Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall." Filius Flitwick had a very strange expression.
He took the initiative to remind the students of his college.
After realizing that Ian was directing and acting in the scene just now, the dean felt very complicated. This guy just asked me about the Patronus Charm a few days ago and now he is playing violently. ?
It seems that Ravenclaw House is not going to produce Dumbledore but Grindelwald!
Look at that crazy fire and transformation spell...if it wasn't used The location and the magic chosen were wrong, and Filius Flitwick really wanted to give his academy some serious points.
"How do you know such a dangerous magic? And you dare to use it so boldly." Pomona Sprout covered her mouth and looked at Ian with a somewhat surprised expression.
She has obviously never encountered a similar situation in her coaching career. The surging magic contained in those fierce fires just now made her think that Hogwarts was attacked by a powerful dark wizard.
Never thought... that he was just a little wizard? Pomona Sprout was the last to realize this. She hesitated to speak but really wanted to ask Ian what he ate when he was growing up.
Do you want to eat Obscurus?
"I think we all need a reasonable explanation, Mr. Prince, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall looked around at the somewhat miserable environment.
They had completely eliminated the giant fire dragon, but after all, the traces of the burning fire still existed, especially the large area she looked at that had been burned to scorched earth.
There really is nothing left!
It's like there was some fierce battle!
Even if the forest's self-recovery speed is not slow, even if the embers of the fierce fire are cleaned up and a growth spell is applied to the land, it will be difficult to return to its original state within a few years.
“Remember, you have to think clearly before answering!” Filius Flivi was still reluctant to let go of such an outstanding student, so he reminded Ian with a hint of deep voice.
Fire burns the forbidden forest.
This matter may or may not be a big deal, but it is indeed a big deal. The most important thing is that this fire is a terrifying and powerful fire! If we really dig into it, first-year wizards will be expelled from school even if they don't go to Azkaban.
Looking at the seemingly harmless little wizard. Filius Flitwick really didn't want the young wizard to go to Azkaban, where there was no dementor headmaster who knew how to cherish talents. Ravenclaw finally gave birth to such an incredible talent, how could he let him lose his future due to a careless moment at such a young age?
"I don't want you to tell me that you are just trying to make a joke on us."
Looking deeply at the Forbidden Forest, Professor McGonagall's lips were completely pursed. He stood up, with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, and deep concern about Ian's behavior.
Anyone who encounters this kind of thing would feel frightened.
In the first grade, they made trouble and set fire to the forbidden forest.
Where will you burn when you grow up?
London?
Is Paris still not burned to the ground?
Or perhaps someone who is better than his master burns all the way from London to Paris!
"Of course I didn't mean to make a joke, I was forced to..." Ian sighed, and before he could continue to explain, Filius Flivi blurted it out first.
"You accidentally released the magic, right?" Filius Flivy felt that the little wizard should still have a chance to change his ways. Maybe this little guy just learned this magic accidentally, and accidentally used it in the Forbidden Forest as if he had practiced it for decades?
He thought so.
It can be seen that he really cherishes his talent.
"I did take the initiative to release the Fire Spell, but it happened for a reason."
Ian's shaking head made Filius Flivi beat his feet and chest, speechless, but Ian's next words Instead, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"There really is a dark wizard... I met him in school." Ian felt that the school's underground passage should also be considered a school, and he was probably not lying on this matter.
“Dark wizard?”
Professor McGonagall frowned.
"No way, Hogwarts has always been very safe, and no dark wizard has ever infiltrated it in so many years." Pomona Sprout looked astonished.
"You were chased by a dark wizard into the Forbidden Forest, and were forced to use fire to fight back?" Filius Flitwick was also concerned about the remarks of the so-called dark wizard appearing in Hogwarts, but What he cares more about is how to fish out the future prefect of his college from the quagmire of setting fire to the forest, which may be considered a crime.
"Uh..."
Ian hesitated for a moment. He wanted to use the power of several deans to search out the noseless Tom as soon as possible, so he did not continue to conceal it but spoke carefully.
“Considering the possible harm that the dark wizard could do to the school, I chased the dark wizard all the way to the Forbidden Forest. He wanted to kill me, so I counterattacked with fierce fire and got rid of his evil black magic.”
"It's a pity...I still let him run away..." Ian's regrets were not his acting skills, but a true portrayal of his heart. He was really very upset about not burning Voldemort's remnant soul in time.
"Oh, so that's it. I said you shouldn't be innocent... No, what do you mean you chased the dark wizard all the way to the Forbidden Forest and killed the dark wizard and escaped?"
Filius Flitwick seemed to be half a beat too slow to react.
His eyes widened.
The expression was full of indescribable shock.
"Shouldn't dark wizards be hunted down?"
Ian's answer also left the dean speechless.
“…”
“…”
The two female deans, whose expressions had long been aroused by Ian’s speech, were looking at each other in a weird way. He glanced at it and was immediately choked by the conversation between the senior and junior students in Ravenclaw House.
After a moment of silence.
"Even if there is a dark wizard, you should inform the professor instead of pursuing it yourself. This is an extremely risky gamble. If you are not careful, you may be killed by the dark wizard..."
Professor McGonagall also wanted to scold Ian for being more reckless than a Gryffindor, but she found it difficult to finish her scolding after taking a look at Ian, who had not even a speck of mud on his body.
"Anyway, you should inform us."
Professor McGonagall coughed twice, but her expression remained extremely serious.
"It happened so suddenly, Professor McGonagall. If I didn't chase him, he would have to kill me. You don't know how evil that evil dark wizard is."
Ian is here He took out his wand in mid-air. Under the confused gazes of the three professors, he directly put the wand to his temple and drew out a ray of silver light.
"I have to let you see it with your own eyes." Ian didn't want to waste too much time letting Voldemort escape, so he sprinkled the silver light into the air and recited the incantation.
“The past returns!”
This is a magic that does not exist in textbooks, but it is recorded in the Hogwarts library. It can turn memories into memories. A spell of projection. It's not as good as the memory magic that Dumbledore once cast, but at least it can be considered as a 3D reproduction of the caster's experience.
Ever since.
The distorted deformed creature, the face on the deformed creature, and the remnant soul of Voldemort are so vividly reproduced - of course it is impossible for Ian to show the scene of releasing the Unforgivable Curse.
He thought it would be enough to just show the professors how ugly Voldemort looked.
Professor McGonagall's expression changed when she saw the deformed monster, and when Voldemort's terrifying remnant soul was revealed, the expressions of the other two professors also changed drastically.
"This is...no! Impossible!" Pomona Sprout exclaimed and covered her mouth. Of course she could recognize who the remnant soul was.
"Oh my God! Merlin! How could the dark wizard you are chasing be...him?"
Filius Flitwick also exclaimed, but the reason that made him lose his voice was Obviously not only because of seeing Voldemort, but also because he realized a very scary and big problem.
The first-grade wizard was chasing and killing the mysterious person who must not be named, and then he was not killed by the mysterious person. This was an outrageous situation that he could not even imagine in his dreams!
"We need to inform Dumbledore! This is not a problem we can handle... Mr. Prince, can you assure us that the memory you presented is not false?" His lips were already pursed. The pale Professor McGonagall suddenly looked at Ian, her extremely serious voice was trembling.
Just when Ian was about to swear on the lives of his two good roommates.
"I think I'm already here, Minerva..." Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from the other end of the Forbidden Forest, and the old man with a full head of white hair and a silver-white beard slowly walked out.
He was wearing his signature purple robe studded with silver stars, but the robe was slightly dragged on the ground and stained with mud, but this did not affect the sense of security that Dumbledore brought to the deans at all.
“You are finally back.”
The three deans breathed a visible sigh of relief.
At the same time.
Ian's heart was in his throat - of course he was not afraid of Dumbledore's blame. He just saw Dumbledore followed by the three-meter-tall hybrid giant Hagrid, and... his face was ashen, and his eyes seemed to be about to The little wizard brewed the potion for Snape.
(End of this chapter)