Chapter 1176 Game
Home... parent-teacher meeting? !
Professor McGonagall's voice was like a splash of cold water, poured directly on the excited faces of the little wizards.
Maybe the children at Hogwarts don't understand the meaning of a separate "parent-teacher conference", but if you add the following sentence "introduction to the school situation", it is enough for them to imagine the terrifying scene of hell coming, even for Percy Such a model student couldn't help but feel a little scared.
As for the home-school linkage and the Hogwarts Family Weekend... they don't want to hear a word of these explanations!
However, Professor McGonagall obviously didn't care about the panic and fear gradually spreading below her. She cleared her throat and continued.
"Besides that, tonight's meal will be held in an outside venue - we will hold a bonfire party there, the Hogwarts kitchen will provide some ingredients and cooking condiments, and there will also be processed meat at the main bonfire in the center. category, related matters are also handled by Miss Kaslana..."
"The bonfire barbecue is expected to end at three in the morning, and the Hogwarts curfew has been temporarily extended to the same time."
"Now, everyone can go back to their respective dormitories to tidy up and make their beds..."
Professor McGonagall glanced at the confused little wizards, smiled and nodded at Argus Filch, and added, "After today's parent-teacher conference is over, the castle administrator will also lead parents to visit the school dormitories. , get to know everyone’s daily life up close——”
wait wait wait? !
There will be a group tour later... of the dormitory? !
The little wizards blinked and subconsciously began to recall whether there were any "prohibited or dangerous" items under or beside their beds.
Immediately afterwards, a kind of panic and dull look quickly spread in the Hogwarts auditorium - you know, the little wizards who are in adolescence and rebellious period have many personal interests secretly hidden in the dormitory. If you think about it carefully, among them At least half of them belong to the "Mom Sees Fighting" series.
"Hey, look at these kids. They were so excited that they were speechless when they heard their parents were coming to school—"
Sirius Black crossed his arms, looking gloating, and nudged Lupin, who was sitting next to him.
"Which grade will Professor McGonagall assign you to be in charge of? There will be, um... a parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon."
"Originally, I had to go to every grade - neither Umbridge nor Professor Apokalis were here - but Professor McGonagall said that Elena would be in charge of the first and second years, and I just had to hand over the information. She's fine, so overall, it's not bad. What about you?"
Lupine yawned and said hoarsely, exhaustion almost written all over his pale cheeks.
Just two days had passed since the night of the full moon, and his body had not fully recovered yet.
"Sixth grade, seventh grade...and advanced students, three grades."
Sirius shrugged. During this time, he was mainly responsible for assisting in the teaching of transfiguration for senior students.
Compared with those reckless lower-level students, most of the young wizards who passed the O.W.L.s exam and entered the advanced class would not make any crazy low-level mistakes. At that time, he would just comment on the homework and new types of skills as usual. Future prospects for transfiguration theory.
In fact, for Sirius, the most important thing today was to assist Filch in bedtime-after all, he also served as the castle administrator.
"Home-school linkage, hey——"
Sirius looked at the frightened little guys in the auditorium below and shook his head with a complicated expression.
Perhaps only people like them, who have graduated for many years, will understand the value of this change.
Hogwarts' full-time boarding model has lasted for hundreds of years. From the time when young wizards received their admission notices, they spent most of the next seven years in the castle, except for Christmas holidays and summer vacations. Communication between students and their families of origin is almost completely disconnected.
This kind of connection is not just about writing letters and sending gifts, but more importantly, it is the bond from family and something more profound.
A child should not grow up without the company of his parents and family members. These were the exact words of Minerva McGonagall last night.
Hogwarts can never and should not replace the role of every family. The regrets of the past era should not become the regrets of current students.
Therefore, when Professor McGonagall pointed out all this last night, almost every professor agreed with this decision - even if it is not in line with Hogwarts' long-standing rules, if you add the term "trial" first, Everyone still expressed that they could try it, except...
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I still don't understand—"
In the staff room, Severus Snape stopped Professor McGonagall before she left.
Snape glared at the little wizards who were scattering, and the two of them walked to the corner of the auditorium in tacit agreement.
The Head of Slytherin looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then stared at Professor McGonagall with piercing eyes.
"I agree with your view last night. Cultivating an excellent wizard is not only the school's responsibility, but the time you chose to 'pilot' is obviously inappropriate... Professor McGonagall, you should know that Dumbledore requested that the school be temporarily closed. Reason. The situation is extremely delicate now, and I don’t think it is a wise decision to invite so many parents of students to Hogwarts——"
Professor Snape looked around again worriedly, lowered his voice and spoke seriously.
"We all know that among parents of students, there happen to be quite a few people we should be wary of..."
"Severus..."
Professor McGonagall was silent for a few seconds and sighed helplessly.
"Well, this is actually Professor Dumbledore's request, if you mean informing parents to come to school."
"Professor Dumbledore's request? No wonder-"
Snape frowned, a trace of confusion flashing in his deep black eyes.
"Wait, even if this is Dumbledore's request, I still feel it is completely inappropriate."
"Actually, I think so too."
"Then why-"
"because……"
Professor McGonagall sighed lightly and glanced at the main hall of the auditorium not far away with some concern.
"As expected, the general attack should be launched this afternoon - a surprise attack on Voldemort and the Death Eaters."
"Professor Dumbledore doesn't want any children to resent the school because of losing their parents. This is also a responsibility of our Hogwarts. Let the professors put an end to the past... I plan to wait until everyone arrives at the castle. Then the surrounding area was sealed off until after midnight..."
"Are you so sure that Dumbledore can defeat the Dark Lord in one fell swoop?" Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, because..."
Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and glanced subtly at the group of students gathered at the entrance of the auditorium.
"The child's grandfather will also take action this time -"
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Succubus City, 9:07 am.
This is an extremely empty room, with a giant obsidian crucible placed in the center.
The crucible was filled with water, and hot flames were dancing in the crucible. As the flames licked, the liquid surface quickly began to boil, and diamond-like sparks shot out from the surface. The steaming mist surged, filling the surrounding area in an instant, and a small hole appeared in the ceiling.
"The boiling point has been reached, add the Horcrux medium in five seconds, and a group is ready-"
A certain sound came from the corner of the room, and a large golden dinner cup slowly fell from the hole.
The cup sank into the boiling liquid, and after a few seconds there was an inaudible sound.
"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"
The voice sounded again, and a small wisp of dust fell gently into the crucible like a whirlwind.
The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned bright blue, but the voice hidden in the mist did not have any fluctuations or surprises, and continued to recite the strange spell calmly, "Servant If you donate your meat voluntarily, your master will be reborn!"
A small ball of flesh and blood fell into the crucible with a plop, and the potion quickly turned red, emitting a dazzling light.
The sound of mechanical bites sounded from the surrounding walls, several machine gun muzzles poked out at one another, and five crystal sighting spears were firmly aimed not far ahead.
“The blood of your enemies, forced to be given, can bring your enemies to life….”
A few drops of blood dripped gently from the holes in the ceiling.
The crucible boiled extremely violently, and diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, emitting bright light.
After 2.17 seconds, the spark on the crucible went out.
A stream of white steam rose from the giant obsidian cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, a black figure of a man slowly rose from the crucible. He was tall and thin, as if he were a skeleton.
"Avada eats the big melon!"
"Avada eats the big melon!"
"Avada eats the big melon!"
Before the skeleton-like man could speak, five intense green lights lit up in the room at the same time.
The dazzling killing curses passed by each other, just grazing the man's skeleton-like body, which was hanging around the room, as if it was carrying some kind of powerful petrification spell, instantly making the tall and thin figure freeze in place, unable to move. Don't dare to move.
"you--"
A cold, shrill voice full of anger and confusion.
Beep——
But before he could finish what he said, there was a harsh noise from a black honeycomb-like box in the upper right corner of the room.
Immediately afterwards, a clear voice that sounded like a processed child sounded in the room.
"Hello, Tom Riddle—"
"I heard that you are called the most dangerous dark wizard in the world-"
"so……"
"We want to play a game with you..."
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