A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 545: Gaunt Ring

Felix is ​​talking to a representative of the French Ministry of Magic in Hogsmeade.

The man named "Giles Fitzgerald" was very talkative, and if you ignore his frequent movements of reaching out and smoothing his pathetic thinning hair, the whole process is quite light and pleasant.

"I heard that Mr. Haip is also the school director of Beauxbatons. He was discovered by Mr. Nick Flamel... He really picked the right person. Mr. Flamel has always been generous. I got it when I was in school. A handsome fellowship, and he's such a nice guy, isn't he, Myron?"

Giles turned his head to look at the middle-aged wizard next to him. He was Beauxbaton's vice-principal.

"You're right." Myron said steadily, "Mr. LeMay's departure is a loss to the French magic community."

Giles cleared his throat, "That's it, but we have Mr. Hype again, history always repeats..."

"Yes." Vice-principal Myron said briefly.

Felix smiled and said nothing. This conversation took place when Giles was beating around the bush to inquire about his arrangement for the Beauxbaton Scholarship. When Giles found out that Felix wasn't interested in the part of boasting about himself, he turned around and praised Nicole Flamel's contribution in a high-profile manner.

Nick Flamel left a lot of legacy, but Felix took only the most useful part for him, and left everything else in place. Including the vault of Nick's Gringotts branch in France, he has only been there once, and there are not many alchemy items worthy of his attention.

So when the Gringotts goblin brought out a thick stack of contracts, he didn't choose to cancel any of them.

Felix thought it would please him.

"It's a bit windy today." Giles muttered, reaching aside the lock of hair that kept teasing his nose in front of him.

But soon, there was a burst of noise from a distance, Felix raised his head and looked into the distance, his expression became serious.

He stretched out his hand, and a small black dot appeared on the palm of his hand. The dot was like ink dripping in clear water, and it quickly faded away. In the blink of an eye, a book appeared in his hand.

"Mr. Hype?" Giles asked in surprise, looking curiously at the rune book in his hand.

"We are in trouble, Mr. Giles. Tell the others to hide temporarily." Felix said calmly, his figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing near the edge of Hogsmeade .

An exaggerated black tornado hit the village of Hogsmeade. Wherever the black tornado went, it uprooted the rocks, grass, turns, and trees along the way, and the wizards were in a mess.

"Quiet."

Felix heard the loud voice of Amelia Bones say, but the effect was minimal. Everyone was frightened by the sudden natural disaster. Although the tornado was still some distance away, the howling wind and raindrops The water vapor has already arrived one step ahead, and it is smashing down on the head and face.

"Ministry of Magic Auror, striker, resist the storm with me." Ms. Burns shouted loudly, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic appeared from hidden corners.

Felix pressed his hand on the rune book, and the pages flipped, and a dozen orbs of milky white light flew out of it, rushing straight towards the majestic behemoth.

"Illumination!"

"Professor Haipu is here."

The black tornado swallowed the ball of light in one gulp. After a few seconds, the volume of the tornado expanded rapidly, as if it was about to roll down the clouds in the sky, and pierced dazzling beams of light from the whistling vortex, which could be caught in time. It breaks it up before it breaks into the village.

The black tornado was forced to disperse into more than a dozen small whirlwinds, rushed into the village and began to wreak havoc, followed by stones and branches falling from the sky. Felix watched a rock the size of a human head knock a store The roof of the house smashed a big hole, and the ensuing whirlwind blew the furniture and ornaments everywhere, looking like some kind of vomiting monster.

Felix had to stop after breaking up a small tornado. He stood in the scattered air current, staring at the sky, a wizard in black robe appeared in the sky, his facial features were blurred and his skin was pale.

His red eyes looked down at the mess below, and he grinned silently. Are thousands of wizards useful?

"Come on," he said, lip-syncing.

Felix was unmoved, his silver eyes fixed on Voldemort. From the perspective of thestrals, his soul radiated black light from the inside out, and more than one piece was missing, like a rotten pumpkin that was gnawed by wild beasts and then discarded.

A thought flashed through Felix's mind: Voldemort's soul was uglier than his appearance.

He counted several times, and there were seven gaps in total.

That is to say, Voldemort made a total of seven Horcruxes... Counting the body, he divided the soul into eight parts.

They have already destroyed four of the Horcruxes, the Diary, the Diadem, Gaunt's Ring, and the Snake. There are three left: Slytherin's locket in Dumbledore's hands; Harry, who is a half-Horcrux, can't be peeled off at the moment; and the last one - unknown.

Felix's lips squirmed, and he told Dumbledore in a corner of Hogsmeade this information. After finishing all this, he kicked away the stone under his feet, and appeared in the air with a leap, facing Voldemort far away.

"I have a little high opinion of you, Voldemort," Felix said, "The people who claim to be rulers kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"Just to say hello, do you care about accidentally injuring an ant or two?" Voldemort said lazily, twisting the snake stick in his hand, looking into Felix's silver eyes, snake-like nostrils excitedly Expansion, "Sure enough...you also transformed yourself, you chose Thestral?"

"Ah," Felix said calmly, "after all, he is a creature that has something to do with death."

"But they are too weak, and I tend to be basilisks," Voldemort commented in a superior tone: "I have bred a few, but unfortunately none of them grew up, which may be due to the lack of some key steps. Later I found out I prefer black magic, I have done some experiments on myself, some are successful, some are not... This is the price of being at the forefront of the entire magic world, and I have to do some trial and error."

Voldemort enjoyed this pre-war exchange, one of his few interests. But there are very few people in this world who can discuss magic with him, especially since he and Dumbledore have nothing in common—Dumbledore has been using Transfiguration to greet him, and he always talks about "the power of love".

"Why didn't you see Dumbledore, you fell out?" Voldemort said maliciously, his snake-like pupils looked down.

"Isn't this what you expected? Before you showed up, I killed more than a dozen dark wizards. He might not like leaving early." Felix said.

Voldemort studied his face carefully, as if examining the truth of what he said.

"It doesn't matter," he said: "He is no longer my opponent."

"Tsk." Felix smacked his lips.

"You think I'm lying?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. But it seems that you have finally found a suitable wand for yourself, so you dare to appear aboveboard." Felix said that from the beginning, Voldemort put the wand in the most prominent position superior.

"The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was inherited by his best descendants." Voldemort spread his hand, and the wand in his hand burst into emerald green light, buzzing and trembling.

"That would really suit you," Felix said slowly.

After a brief exchange, a fierce battle broke out.

…

The village of Hogsmeade is in disarray.

Mrs. Malkin ran out of her dilapidated shop, looking very embarrassed. The door of her shop was blown away, and she didn't know where she went at the moment. When she saw Voldemort in mid-air, she slumped on the ground and said in a daze, "It's true...he really came back..."

The relatively calm wizards gathered together and worked together to fight against the small tornado that had just been scattered by Felix.

The staff placed in advance by the Ministry of Magic came in handy, and some powerful wizards joined in on the way. The owner of the Leaky Cauldron shattered a small tornado while cursing. There is an old man with a white beard who is somewhat similar to him.

"You're useless," said Aberforth brusquely.

Dumbledore waved his hand to disperse a whirlwind, and listened attentively. After a few seconds, his eyes showed complex expressions, surprise, regret, and hesitation. When he raised his head, he found that his younger brother was staring at him fiercely, as if hesitating whether to punch him in the nose.

"Ah, sorry, what did you just say?"

Dumbledore glanced hurriedly into the distance, the battle had already started, Felix lured Voldemort out of the village, the sound of the battle between the two resounded through the valley, black thunder accompanied by golden dazzling flames, plowed the ground Over and over, and then it rained spears, gold coins and... was that a Butterbeer cork?

In the corner, a fat wizard with a walrus beard looked around, and when he met Dumbledore's gaze, he smiled awkwardly.

…

A big golden-red bird descended from the sky. It had a golden tail and a pair of sharp claws of the same color. With a cry, the guy who was pulling its tail feathers all the way was thrown away.

"My God——"

"Ouch! Don't hold me down."

"Don't talk, stay alert!"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville got up from the ground, and saw Sirius holding his wand and looking around vigilantly, "Get out the wand quickly, children." The four of Harry followed suit , in front of them was a mess, with rubble everywhere, and the windows displaying goods were broken and broken. Looking around, no window was intact. The sign of a shop was smashed all over by something, and the dust was covered in a thick layer.

"That's Madam Malkin's shop, where is her door?" Ron said, pointing to the open robe shop.

A figure staggered into the shop. It was Draco Malfoy. He almost scrambled into Madam Malkin's shop.

"What's wrong with him?" Neville asked puzzled.

"Maybe he was scared," Ron said contemptuously, "No one begged him to come, he was the one who grabbed Fox's tail." Gu

Harry looked at Madam Malkin's robe shop in silence, suddenly he felt cheated.

Malfoy said he supported Professor Heppe, but he kept silent about how to support him, let alone admitting that his father was a Death Eater. The only valuable information Malfoy uttered during the whole process was that he admitted He handed over the diary (Horcrux) to Professor Haipu himself.

But the problem is that Malfoy doesn't know that the diary is a Horcrux.

Now that I think about it, that doesn't mean much at all. Maybe he was afraid of being controlled by the diary again, so he took the initiative to hand it in, and the professor he chose was Professor Haipu, who was also from Slytherin House. As he himself said, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets...

As for whether he has considered the safety of the little wizard who was born in a Muggle family, only God knows.

"Are we late?" Neville asked, with the tension and excitement remaining on his face, he saw this as a formal operation against Voldemort. "Mysterious people raided here? But what about the professor? Where's Headmaster Dumbledore? What about the staff of the Ministry of Magic?"

There is no one around.

The phoenix raised its head and let out a cry, then flew straight in one direction.

They look at each other.

"Let's follow!" Sirius whispered, "Remember, we are not here to fight. I have fought Voldemort and know how terrifying his strength is... We must first fight with the principal, Felix or Join any party from the Ministry of Magic and tell them what Harry thinks." Speaking of this, he was silent for a while, "You are all students, but you are also the most steadfast fighters, I hope you can grow, I talked about it in class No matter how much you gain, it’s better to practice once. So, don’t die.”

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville nodded silently, this feeling was really different from the usual classroom.

"Boom!"

There was a huge sound in the distance, as if a mountain had collapsed.

"It's the direction Fox left, the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore may be over there." Harry said.

They ran quickly, and the streets were full of building debris, as well as furniture ornaments, books, cages, clothes from nowhere... They climbed over obstacles in fear. Fortunately, they No body was found.

"There!"

There are hundreds of wizards densely packed in the distance. It seems that everyone in Hogsmeade village has gathered there. On the spotty brackets, there are dilapidated wooden signboards underneath.

"The Pig's Head Bar."

They exchanged glances and were very curious about Fox stopping here. Harry stepped forward and peeked through the window with a big hole in it. The tables by the door were dusty and the floor was dirty with greasy stains.

The light in the Pig's Head Bar was very dim, and a person could be vaguely seen sitting there. Harry opened his mouth wide, it was Principal Dumbledore!

Why is he here? Shouldn't he be fighting outside? Is this a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Hemp? Principal Dumbledore wouldn't advocate the spirit of fair fighting, would he? Harry's mind was in a mess, he didn't even hear Sirius greet him, and he opened the door blankly.

Fawkes, standing on the bracket, took the opportunity to fly in. It circled the room twice, seemingly unable to find a place to stay, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Harry? What did you see?" Sirius and the others walked behind carefully, and with the help of the faint light from a few small candle ends, they saw the only person in the room, "Principal Dumbledore?" They Shouted in disbelief.

"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly, he turned his head to look at Fox on his shoulder, and said reproachfully, "You shouldn't have brought them here."

Fox let out a low beep.

"Principal Dumbledore, we have important information for you," Harry said eagerly, "Voldemort has obtained Salazar Slytherin's snakewood staff—"

"I know, Minerva told me through the Patronus." Dumbledore played with the teacup calmly.

"Also—the principal of Ilvermorny was killed by Voldemort."

"I know too," Dumbledore said softly, "Professor Fontana...he shouldn't have died."

"I also know how to use Parseltongue to control the Snakewood staff into sleep, I can help," said Harry.

"Probably not, Harry," interrupted Dumbledore, his blue eyes examining Harry through transparent lenses, "No." He repeated, "You are not the owner of that wand, it does not I will listen to you, especially when it is held in the hands of the real owner. And it is too dangerous for you to join the battlefield rashly, and I cannot agree."

Harry was stunned and speechless, the excitement of seeing Headmaster Dumbledore disappeared in an instant.

"Principal Dumbledore, didn't you join the battle? Isn't Professor Haip the only one fighting outside now?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Yes, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, seemingly unaware of the hidden meaning behind her words.

"But why - leave the Professor alone - an Auror from the Ministry of Magic -" Hermione stammered.

"It's a long story," Dumbledore's tone was still calm, he looked down at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort didn't choose the battlefield we planned, or for example, I got into a dead end before. ...The reaction may be a little slower than usual, and I have to take time to protect other people after the incident...but the real reason for me to sit here and drink tea is that Felix stopped me."

"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Three people brought me messages today, but only Felix's news excited me the most." Dumbledore said: "I have to restrain myself... because I know, we are not ready yet , the conditions are far from mature."

"But if you join forces with Professor Hemp—" said Harry eagerly.

"This is the key point. It is not what we want to defeat or drive away Voldemort, but to keep him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is ​​fighting outside, and I am fighting outside." Thinking about countermeasures, thinking about how to play... I know very well that even if I join forces with Felix, I won't be able to keep him, but will only scare him away. Unless it makes him more conceited and feels that he has a chance to win, or—— He hesitated, thinking of the information Felix had told him.

Felix can see broken souls...

"--or let him become a frightened bird, terrified all day long, and reveal his own flaws." He said softly.

Everyone looked at him inexplicably, but Dumbledore didn't mean to explain. He raised his head, as if he suddenly became interested in the ceiling above his head.

After a while.

Dumbledore suddenly made a movement. He took off the glove that he had worn for nearly two months, and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed—it lost a little moisture, as if it was burned by an invisible flame. The flesh and blood became dry and charred, and finally looked like a piece of coke just taken out of a hot fireplace.

Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closely at his hand, then took out a black gemstone ring from his pocket with his intact left hand, and put it on his hand.

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry held his breath, "Your hand—"

Is it camouflage? Or is it really hurt? That's why you wear gloves all the time? His memory became clear, and in the few appearances since the beginning of this term, Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be wearing white gloves.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's go, let's end the battle."

He stood up, and his body began to radiate powerful energy.

Although Harry didn't understand what Principal Dumbledore meant, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. The door went out.

A thin figure in a robe turned the corner and ran towards the crowd.

Harry focused on identifying, "Maybe it's Malfoy." He said in surprise, didn't he hide in Madam Malkin's robe shop?

"Draco Malfoy? He came with you too?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yeah." Harry said vaguely, he didn't want the headmaster to press further, because it involved Sirius planning to put the Amnesiac on the students, even though he knew that Snape would not miss the complaint However, he still hoped that Headmaster Dumbledore would know as late as possible.

Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore didn't ask much, he nodded slightly.

"Stand behind the crowd, don't step forward, and don't show your head." Dumbledore said solemnly at the door, and the signboard with the boar's head above their heads creaked. "Sirius, you watch them."

"Yes, Principal Dumbledore." Sirius whispered, from the moment he came in to now, he didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eyes, although he thought he was right.

The battle in the distance has reached its fiercest time~IndoMTL.com~ The earth is riddled with holes, and traces of magic can be seen. They approached quietly, no one found them, and the crowd watched the battle The wizard looked fascinated.

The two people in the battle are far beyond their comprehension, let alone intervene, a dozen puppet guards that are smashed all over the ground are the price for rashly approaching.

"Keep your distance, you don't want to be burned by Fiendfire, do you?" Ms. Bones yelled. A group of Aurors and strikers stood in front of the crowd, dividing the battlefield. But standing at the forefront is a row of tall, burly puppet guards - a third of the Ministry of Magic's big purchases are here.

These puppet guards neatly propped up magical barriers one after another, bearing the aftermath of the battle.

In the distance, Voldemort's Fiendfire snake and Felix's fire dragon shaped by the Bright Flame Curse collided fiercely, as if fire and water were incompatible, each collision would sprinkle large pieces of red and white flame fragments, These fragments fell to the ground, scorching the ground black.

Stones crumble under the cold air and fire.

Harry looked around and finally spotted Malfoy in a corner. He was covered by a wide cloak, and Harry saw it through his gray eyes and thin chin. Barely make out.

At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were fixed on the battlefield, and he truly felt the fighting power and oppressive power of the world's top wizards - it was completely different from what he saw from his father.

Harry couldn't guess Malfoy's inner thoughts at the moment, but at least he knew that he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing on the trash can watching the battle next to him... Hey, where did the house elf come from? Elf?

Which wizard brought it? Harry thought dumbly.