Chapter 1012 The Witch’s Little Thoughts

"I'm very sorry. This morning, Mr. Gaota and I temporarily exchanged identities."

"No one here is interested in your apology, Professor Dumbledore—"

Elena raised her eyebrows, patted her little leather shoes impatiently on the carpet at the door of the principal's office, and said softly.

"What we all want to know is the necessary reason for this, what kind of family happiness the two people enjoyed in the process of exchanging identities, and why this happened. If I remember correctly, this is not the first time such a thing has happened. Right? Do you two think... you are very humorous? "

For a long time, Newt would avoid Elena as much as possible and minimize the time he spent dealing with the young succubus.

However, today's situation is obviously special.

Just as only magical beasts can truly defeat magical beasts, so too only the devil can defeat the devil.

After returning from the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the furious Newt Scamander boarded the Hyperion without hesitation, actively seeking an alliance with the third generation Dark Lord, and also pulled in a friend who was also kept in the dark. Nico Flamel and Lockhart, who were inside, headed to the principal's office angrily, preparing to ask for an explanation. As for the three reserve Major Arcana, Elena took them with her to carry out some pre-post counter-rebellion. educate.

"Oh, that's what I've been wondering too, Albus."

Nico Flamel said calmly, looking at the two "young people" who had just turned 100.

In his impression, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were once very good at playing, but that was more than half a century ago.

You know, when he was in the Hogwarts auditorium just now, he had been staring at Professor "Abu Oh Kali Si" with all his attention. He was afraid that when bad news came from the secret room below, the first generation Dark Lord would lose his shackles and his best friend. He will suddenly go crazy and drag everyone with him to be buried with him.

For an old wizard who just turned 666 years old this year, this sudden and sudden emotion is really terrible.

"Uh, so, what happened-"

Lockhart looked confusedly at the tense Major Arcana in the room.

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Grindelwald, who was holding his hands next to the bookshelf, and hesitated for a moment.

Then, he shook his head helplessly and began to explain in a very soft voice.

"During this morning, I mean, maybe before breakfast, I suddenly realized a very important issue. Commanding multiple people to coordinate spellcasting and dealing with magical animals is not my area of ​​expertise - more importantly, I There may be hesitation.”

"No, you're lying."

Elena said, she narrowed her eyes and suddenly looked at a certain old wizard standing beside her.

A strange, very strong anger surged in her heart, and she suddenly realized the source of her anger.

"These are your words, right? Dear, wise, brave Professor Apokalis?"

Dumbledore was not the kind of person who was used to running away, especially in a place where his life might be in danger.

In Elena's original plan, it was Dumbledore who was supposed to face the basilisk, while Grindelwald collaborated with the Hyperion in an open-field annihilation battle from above, similar to the result of the current identity swap. There is a high probability that only the cunning first-generation Dark Lord can pull it off.

"See, Albus?"

Grindelwald grinned and raised his eyebrows proudly, "Never try to trick this child a second time. You see, she is angry, she is really angry this time. Like you and me, she hates things beyond Control and anticipation, I said you can't help me carry this - "

"Okay, Professor Apopokalis," said Dumbledore.

He leaned back, interrupted Grindelwald's analysis impatiently, and glared at him.

"I understand, then you can explain it, Professor Apokalis, who knows no tricks."

Dumbledore said angrily.

From the start, Dumbledore thought the idea was a terrible one.

If this guy hadn't been threatening and hinting in various ways since last night, Dumbledore wouldn't have agreed to exchange identities.

After all, both of them knew that the main attacker below the secret room was the most dangerous link.

More importantly, if Grindelwald had not provoked and played with poor Newt at the last moment, they would have been able to successfully hide their identity this time, instead of being forced to explain here-he was the first person in so many years. A lie was exposed by a student once.

"Our previous plan was not the optimal solution, right, Miss Fool?"

Grindelwald shrugged, shook his finger and said, "Obviously... you used some childish thinking in the personnel arrangement. Of course you know that I am more suitable to direct the hunt below the secret chamber, and the person who is more suitable as a sacrifice , but you pretended to have forgotten that.”

"As for the reason, let me think about it——"

Grindelwald pretended to think for two or three seconds, hammered his palms, and looked at Elena in surprise.

"Oh, my God, are you worried about my safety? Does Miss Kaslana really think of me as your grandfather?"

Elena stared at Grindelwald expressionlessly, looking at the old man's poor acting skills. She felt that some kind of anger was rising and burning in her heart, just because of a certain Dark Lord's ungratefulness and his understatement and seemingly... Nonchalant performances and explanations.

"Worried about your safety? Are you kidding me?"

Elena said, her voice slightly higher than usual, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Professor Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts. Counting the time he studied, he has lived in this castle for almost a hundred years. He is obviously more suitable to lead exploration and hunting in the narrow and secretive chamber below the castle. If If you die down there, what will you do with so many old guys outside? From Salzburg to Hyperion, from Moscow to the Succubus City, can you guys think further before sacrificing each other?"

"Okay, then let me ask you a simple question." Grindelwald said calmly.

"If it's Albus who dies down there instead of me, have you thought about the future plans for Hogwarts?"

"Of course, Professor McGonagall, as Deputy Headmistress, will take over Professor Dumbledore's current position."

Elena replied without thinking, looking directly at the old devil with her lake-blue eyes.

"Well, what about the extremely important position of 'Pope'?"

Grindelwald grinned, picking at the dirt between his nails carelessly, and continued to ask calmly.

"For the time being, regardless of how to absorb and persuade Minerva McGonagall to join the Major Arcana, the voice of the International Federation of Wizards, the influence of the Ministry of Magic, and the educational reform after Hogwarts, the fishman, Who will take over the maintenance of the relationship between werewolves and centaurs?"

"Don't answer questions with - questions - saints who have lost their spiritual leaders are in much more trouble than these..."

Elena's expression froze slightly, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth as she spoke forcefully.

"Okay," Grindelwald shrugged helplessly, "Then let me answer your previous question first - those stupid, stubborn old guys will either go back to their own homes and open stores in the non-magical world again. Seclusion, or continue to receive wages from the Destiny Group - as the Goblin Queen of Gringotts and the eldest lady of the Destiny Group, Miss Theresa Apokalis can handle all this, right?"

"Besides, judging from the results, it is obvious that me playing the role of Dumbledore is more suitable for transitioning scenes and dealing with officials from the Ministry of Magic..."

Grindelwald said calmly, nodded towards the location under the floor, and calmly explained this fact.

As the news of the successful hunting of the basilisk reached the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials completed the "extremely difficult and complicated work" in their hands in less than half an hour, and came to the rescue after hearing the news. reporters came to the front of Hogwarts Castle together.

When Cornelius arrived, the investigation in the Slytherin Chamber had only been completed for a few minutes.

In the dilapidated and chaotic gravel hall, the smelly black blood of the basilisk was sprinkled everywhere. The headless body of the basilisk lay limply in the marble thorn traps. The green scales were covered with scars. Telling people about the intensity of the previous battle.

Hogwarts naturally has the right to dispose of the basilisk corpse, after all, it is the legacy of Salazar Slytherin.

However, as the Minister of Magic, there is nothing wrong with posing for a little photo.

Even "Dumbledore" was willing to guide and add some angles to make the makeup animations of each Ministry of Magic official realistic enough.

For Cornelius Fudge and others, this is also the gift they most hope to receive - announcing the good news to the entire magical world in the next day's "Daily Prophet". With their efforts, the Ministry of Magic The monster that threatened the lives of students in Hogwarts was completely eliminated.

Obviously, without Grindelwald's Dumbledore, the previous scenes would never have been as harmonious.

"In short, Miss Fool, you are very trustworthy in terms of strategic vision, but - you are obviously not objective enough in some aspects. At least in this matter, you don't have enough reasons to convince us, right? After explaining, you Is there anything else you don’t understand?”

Grindelwald said softly in a calm tone, his eyes falling on the little girl who was angry but couldn't get angry.

"Today is Christmas. As the head chef of Hogwarts, don't you plan to go to the kitchen and keep an eye on it?"

"Christmas... dinner?"

Elena raised her eyebrows and said slowly.

"Thanks for the reminder. You and Professor Dumbledore must-"

"Well, don't worry. Tonight, regardless of professors, students, outsiders, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, officials from the Ministry of Magic, reporters, and professors who are returning to school one after another, everyone will sit at the long table this time Come on, and enjoy a sumptuous Christmas dinner at Hogwarts together."

Grindelwald said with a grin, raising his fingers and rotating them in a small arc in mid-air.

"It is a pity that dear Miss Fool and the three reserve Miss Arcana may have to endure it for the last time and return to the Hyperion or stay quietly in the kitchen or your dormitory. Don't Walk around the castle as you like - after all, the hunt is not over yet, and you have to at least wait until the Ministry of Magic officials leave before you can enjoy your Christmas vacation in the castle."

"Ahem, speaking of which, it's almost time, right?"

Grindelwald cleared his throat, took out a pocket watch and took a look at it.

Then, he took out his wand and pointed it at the fireplace in the principal's office, rolled some floo powder and dropped it in.

The fire in the furnace suddenly swelled up and turned into a light green demonic flame.

"By the way, an extra reminder..."

At this moment, Dumbledore suddenly coughed slightly and spoke slowly.

"Miss Kaslana, since the participants of tonight's Christmas banquet in the auditorium are all adult wizards, I asked the kitchen to prepare some regular drinks - but minors are not allowed to drink alcoholic drinks, please don't be embarrassed. Elves. I’ll prepare candies for you..."

"Gone, Hermione, Hannah, Luna. Hogwarts kitchen-"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Elena puffed up her cheeks and glanced at the two old wizards hatefully.

She turned around and pulled the little wings behind her, who were laughing, towards the fireplace.

After all, no matter what, she did put a little thought into the personnel arrangement at the beginning, but now she is a bit angry.

Since Old Potato voluntarily sacrificed for Old Carrot, and even went as far as to expose this to cut off Elena's subsequent questioning, then there is no reason for her to continue to wait here and wait for the chat to get more and more explosive - anyway, she has plenty of time to give The two hundred-year-old wizards retired to their old age.

As for the rest of the time, it was left to Newt and Flamel to seek justice and reason. It had nothing to do with her.

"No, no, Professor Dumbledore, your behavior is too..."

Seeing the "Devil's Savior" being pissed away by Dumbledore and Grindelwald together, Newt, who had been transparent since entering, opened his mouth awkwardly, subconsciously turned his head to look at Nico Flamel beside him, and quickly He gave me a look.

What are you still doing? Say something quickly!

Nico Flamel's eyes swept across the pair of black and white devils not far away, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He is not a young, lively and cute hybrid Veela. As the oldest wizard in the magic world today, one of the secrets to his longevity is not to be angry all the time and learn how to reconcile with the world. Of course, this will not happen suddenly Thinking about making trouble.

Nico Flamel pondered for two seconds, and said tremblingly in Newt's expectant eyes.

"Cough, cough. Don't do this next time. At least say it in advance."

"..."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

There was suddenly an eerie silence in the principal's office.

Newt's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

"Okay, Newt, you have to forgive me - someone has to watch the 'Tower'. Think about it carefully, if we really encounter any dangerous situation underground, the wizard team above who is responsible for responding to you, if I am here , will it be much more stable? There is nothing we can do about it."

Dumbledore stood up and walked over, patted Newt on the shoulder gently and seriously, and spoke gently and seriously.

"As for hiding it from you before, I was worried that you would have random thoughts. If something unexpected happens, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Hmm--"

Not far away, Grindelwald made a soft nasal noise.

It sounded like he was echoing, but also seemed to be a bit of a disdainful sneer.

"This is the last time - Dumbledore, I'm serious, no joke!"

Newt Scamander said angrily and seriously, while being involuntarily pushed towards the door by Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore! If there is a second time, I will pack my bags and leave immediately! You have to swear! I am serious this time. I am not the stupid person I was a few decades ago. Dumbledore, this time you Don’t even think about——”.

"Okay, okay, it's time for us to deal with the bureaucrats at the Ministry of Magic..."

"Don't talk to me about the Christmas party—"

"By the way, I also informed Tina that she should be arriving soon. It's a rare Christmas, so just relax."

"T-Tina? Wait, you didn't tell her about me going to the secret room, did you?"

"Well, that's not true, but I can't guarantee that the Ministry of Magic and the reporters will—"

"Dumbledore! Oh, no - you can't!"

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