A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 675: Godric’s Hollow

Felix looked at the magic pattern on his wrist, it looked a bit hideous, and it was seeping into his skin little by little. Felix felt a sharp pain, as if the charms were sticking out needles and piercing the flesh and skin.

Dumbledore's face was pale, and the process of transferring the spell was not as easy as he said, especially in this weak state.

Felix can't remember the last time he cast a spell.

"Dumbledore!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs appeared in the picture frame of the principal's office.

"How's the situation?" Dumbledore asked cheering up.

"Two things." The wizard said out of breath: "People from the International Federation of Wizards made an accident when they left. A student recognized Grindelwald through the inconspicuous patterns on his clothes. They happened Fortunately, Mag and Babajid Akinbad appeared in time. Now the problem is solved and Grindelwald has been taken away.

"Gellert didn't wake up halfway, did he?"

"No—he was unconscious the whole time."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Babajid Akinbad? The new chairman?" Felix interjected, trying to distract himself from the pattern on his wrist that he always wanted to burn. He turned to Dumbledore and said:

"Didn't you let me pay attention to Grindelwald in the near future? I paid attention to the vicinity of the school by the way-in case there are saints who can't think about it-but I didn't see this name on the Marauder's Map."

Dumbledore thought about it and said: "Babajid didn't mention in the letter that he was coming... It should be a temporary decision."

"This is the second thing," said the yellow-faced wizard in the frame: "He is rushing here with Mag, and they will be there soon."

"Let me deal with him, Dumbledore. Do it your way," said Felix eagerly, referring, of course, to dismissing Babajid in disguise as Dumbledore.

"No, Felix, you stay." Dumbledore said in a weak but clear voice, he looked at the portrait of the headmaster waiting quietly on the wall, "You have to make a trip, Evra Let Minerva take Babajid to find a place to rest, everything will be discussed until tomorrow.

The yellow-faced wizard in the frame responded with a sound and disappeared.

Facing the puzzled eyes, Dumbledore said as briefly as possible: "Avoid extra complications—I'm going to Harry's place soon, and you must concentrate on getting rid of the magic power that belongs to me in the spell before Gellert wakes up." Before!"

Felix nodded, sinking his mind into it. At the forearm of his right hand, there was a cluster of shining charms at the moment, which looked lazy and harmless. But Felix has no doubt that if this thing is put on other wizards—even Snape,

It is simply unbearable.

Because essentially, this thing is part of the curse cast on Grindelwald.

Or to put it another way-Dumbledore took the initiative to intercept a fragment of the curse and modified it to make it non-aggressive. At the same time, because the two have the same origin, Dumbledore can perceive Grindelwald's state.

The reverse is also true.

It's just that Grindelwald's confinement is too strong, and he can't call it at all.

There are still nearly eight hours before dawn, which is about the same time as Felix estimated that Grindelwald would wake up. He is very confident in the strength of his spell, unless some idiot uses a powerful resurrection spell on Grindelwald .

He and Dumbledore are not gods, but they have done everything they can. Grindelwald's exclusive magic wand was taken away at the first time, which almost knocked him back to his original form and turned him into a squib again Transferring the spell one by one does not affect the imprisoning magic on Grindelwald, but it is impossible to detect the opponent's state until Felix regains control of the spell.

In addition, Dumbledore personally communicated with the people of the International Federation of Wizards about the transfer plan, not to mention that during this time, Felix has been following Dumbledore's instructions to pay close attention to Grindelwald's abnormal behavior. The looking glass in Wei's hand is not a secret, but Felix and Hermione have come to the same conclusion that the looking glass is broken and has no other magic.

But even so, they can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong.

Dumbledore wants Grindelwald to live, even if Grindelwald's last impression of him was the cold side. That's why things are so troublesome,

Many tricks cannot be used, but Grindelwald has never been an easy character to deal with.

In a worst-case scenario, Grindelwald finds out that the spell's master has changed - but that's about it.

There will be no change in his ending.

As for the robbery of saints, perhaps this matter is a big trouble in the eyes of the International Federation of Wizards, but when Felix masters the spell, he can perceive the approximate location of Grindelwald based on it, unless he Keep moving, or Felix will find you sooner or later.

With Felix taking the lead, Grindelwald's chances of escaping are actually pretty slim—unless hundreds of wizards guard him day and night.

After all, Grindelwald's own strength is no longer at its peak.

However, Felix roughly guessed a possibility: if the magic world is exposed one day and the situation is difficult, Grindelwald can be regarded as a dangerous trump card. That's probably what Dumbledore was thinking too.

Felix is ​​almost double-minded. In addition to trying to control the spell, he also divides some attention on the picture presented by the mirror in mid-air. At this time, Voldemort has been awakened. He squinted his eyes and looked around. It actually appeared in a forest.

"What is this place?" Voldemort asked softly after a while.

At this moment, the sun was shining above their heads, and the grass was green under their feet, and the wind blowing from nowhere made the leaves rustle. But not far from here, a huge long dragon dragging a dozen carriages loomed. Although the memory was a little long ago, Voldemort still recognized what it was at a glance

——a roller coaster that can only be found in Muggle amusement parks.

Although the roller coaster built by Muggles would not float on the snow-capped mountains, nor would there be any tracks underneath... But Voldemort didn't find it ugly.

"Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets." Harry said blankly, "Felix—Hip," he paused, "reform the Chamber of Secrets into what it is now."

"So how many kilometers below Hogwarts am I now?" Voldemort said, picking up a leaf on the ground and crushing it little by little. He smiled, his eyes glowed scarlet, "Severus! I once thought you betrayed me, it seems that I was wrong, yes, even great people make mistakes, please accept my apology, My loyal friend—one"

As he spoke, he opened his arms and walked towards Harry, as if he wanted to give him a warm hug and celebrate his escape. But Voldemort stopped.

Snape's eyes made him feel very strange, there was something more in the deathly silence emanating from the black pupils on weekdays, so hot, so dazzling, he couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye——Snape The eyes were full of hatred.

"Severus?" he said slowly, his eyes turning darker by the minute.

"Dumbledore and Hap decided to lock you up permanently, but I disagree, it's too cheap for you. I stole this from Dumbledore's office." Harry said half-truth He threw the white wand at Voldemort's feet, while he held Snape's wand.

Voldemort stared blankly at the wand on the ground. He was unmistakable. This was his first wand, which was extremely powerful. If it hadn't been snatched away by Dumbledore, he would never have thought of looking for a replacement.

He thought he had lost it forever, but at this moment, his wand appeared dramatically in front of him.

Without the joy of regaining what was lost, he was even more surprised by Snape's attitude. "Pick it up, let's duel." Harry explained his purpose coldly,

"I have placed anti-apparition spells around you, you can't escape." Voldemort looked at him with evil eyes, Harry thought he would say something, such as asking him why, but Voldemort didn't, he Stretching out his hand, the magic wand on the ground flew into his hand with a "swish".

Long fingertips lightly brushed the wand that belonged to him, "I didn't know you hated me so much, Severus? Why?" said Voldemus. In fact, most of his energy was spent on checking his wand to see if it had been tampered with. At this moment, strength was the key. Of course, he was also very interested in knowing why his servant's attitude suddenly changed.

He had initially assumed that Snape had been sent by Dumbledore or Hemp for some ulterior purpose, but now he thought otherwise.

"Of course I—" Harry said subconsciously.

"Don't lie to me!" snapped Voldemort, "do you think I can't see the hate in your eyes?" He raised his wand suddenly, as fast as he could, as if his previous weakness had been a faux pas. .

"Cruciatus!"

"Armor protection!"

The curse flashed across Harry's hair, his heart was pounding, he didn't expect Voldemort to attack suddenly, he subconsciously fought back, but he was right, he was here to die, not to lose control and be tortured by Voldemort .

Voldemort looked even angrier, and he shot spells again and again, but none of them were death curses. He still had reason, and wanted to catch Snape and force him to extract information from his mind.

"How dare you rebel against me! Rebel against your loyal master? Why?" he growled.

"I thought you should have thought of it earlier - because of Lily Evans." After a silent confrontation, Harry said, his calm voice was full of hatred, as if he had become the real Snape, just as he was Speak with his mouth: "You took her life."

"Liar! You said you didn't care about that woman at all and would find someone better - tell the truth!" Voldemort yelled.

"Oh, think about it, of course I would say that, otherwise how could I continue to stay undercover among the Death Eaters? Think about it, Voldemort,

Why do you keep failing? Because I am no longer yours, earlier than you imagined, much earlier - since you hunted down her and her family, I have taken refuge in Dumbledore. After Lily died, my only purpose in life Only one—"

"Hope-hope-you die." Harry said word by word.

"Ridiculous!" cried Voldemort, out of anger. He couldn't bear to be deceived, especially like a clown for more than ten years, but a voice told him that all of this was true: Snape didn't betray him recently, from beginning to end, His allegiance is a disguise. And he actually let the traitor occupy a high position, continuously passing all kinds of information to Dumbledore. He even regarded Snape as his masterpiece. This was nothing less than a huge blow to him.

Harry felt the resentment in Voldemort's heart, and the magic power accumulated at the tip of the wand, so he decided to add another weight.

"You don't know that yet? Severus Snape's Patronus is a doe, like Lily Evans's, never changed! Need I show you? Look, Call God to protect—"

A silver creature is looming. Harry didn't let it fully reveal itself, the huge horns were hidden in the silver mist.

"You're a buffoon, Voldemort," he said contemptuously.

Harry succeeded, Voldemort was completely enraged, and he was full of killing intent. Then, a green light flashed. The strong desire to survive screamed in Harry's mind, telling him to get out of the way, but he realized that he couldn't do it, and the conflict caused him to lift the wand only an inch before being hit by Voldemort.

Harry fell to the ground, lifeless.

The voice of "Awada gnawing on the big tile!" came slowly.

At the same time, Voldemort also felt a sudden sharp pain, and he fell on his back...

After an unknown amount of time, Harry heard someone calling his name. The voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. It was as if all the stress I had carried in my life had disappeared.

He wanted to lie down a little longer (although he wasn't sure where he was lying), but the voice kept urging him, becoming clearer and stronger, and he was like a drowning man, never In the incomparably wonderful feeling, he fell back to the cold reality.

Harry opened his eyes, looked at the old face close at hand, and suddenly became sober.

"I—Professor Dumbledore?"

"You slept like hell, Harry." Dumbledore said happily, "I've been calling you for a long time."

"Oh, sorry, why am I here? Didn't I duel Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Think about it, Harry." Dumbledore said encouragingly ~IndoMTL.com~ His tone was exactly the same as when he was giving Harry a lesson to discuss the problem.

"I. …

Harry tried to recall, his memory was a little fuzzy, but when he decided to think about it, those memories came back immediately, vividly, he clearly remembered what happened, he went to the Chamber of Secrets to duel with Voldemort, exactly Said, is to die. He remembers the whole process.

He even recalled the first time Aunt Marge came to visit the Dursleys, his face was swollen from fingernails, and he was only two years old at that time. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to remember such a long time ago.

Under normal circumstances, he should also feel angry, but at this moment, his heart is very peaceful, without the slightest disturbance—he remembers, but he doesn't have much emotion.

"Where is this place?"

"Where do people go when they die?" Dumbledore asked lightly.

"I, I'm dead?"

"Although it is very close to that state, but... no, you are still alive, in the gap between life and death." Dumbledore said. He blinked, "Harry, I suggest you better put on your clothes, just think about it in your heart."

Harry lowered his head and realized that he was completely naked. Even in this strange state, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

He followed Dumbledore's suggestion, and as soon as the idea of ​​"clothes" flashed in his mind, an extra set of clothes appeared on his body.

Harry got up from the ground when he saw that the mist had lifted and there was a village behind Dumbledore.

Is this Godric's Hollow? "

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