Chapter 1193 Will and Dark Clouds
Hogwarts Great Hall, lunch is in progress.
As Elena terminated the game, the first half of the college competition officially came to an end.
The score is temporarily fixed at [3:1], Gryffindor House is slightly ahead of Slytherin House by two points.
Although many Slytherin wizards raised doubts after the game, for example, Rubeus Hagrid's last curse was "life-threatening".
If Elena had followed the rules of the competition previously announced, Gryffindor House would have directly lost.
However, Elena, who has the "final right of explanation", responded to it on the grounds that "Mana Shock" was not a high-risk spell - as for Valkyria's explanation, it was even simpler, with some superficial transformation spells and new flying spells. It's just a broom linkage magic trick.
I have to admit that compared to the truth, the young wizards of Slytherin College care more about whether they will bear the wrath of Her Highness the Witch.
After simply stating their position, no one would choose to argue too stubbornly with Elena in this regard.
"That curse..."
In the faculty seat, Professor McGonagall was pondering, but hesitated to speak.
She had never seen such a powerful attack. It was more like a magic light cannon than a magic blast.
The wizard's ability comes from himself, and the wand is only an auxiliary. There is no doubt that the legendary Elder Wand cannot exceed the limit.
No matter what is special about the "umbrella wand", the "source of power" of the magical light cannon released by Rubeus Hagrid must be himself.
What made her even more confused was that Elena's response to such a terrifying magic attack was too easy.
As the Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall did not believe in the nonsense of Transfiguration and broomsticks.
If it was that simple, she could even chew up and eat the table in front of her on the spot - she had never heard of a broom with such a function!
I have never heard of a magical armor transformed from a flying broomstick that can withstand the magic impact of almost ten wizards.
In fact, even if the strange magic armor is put aside, Rubeus Hagrid's umbrella wand is dangerous enough. After the game, she specifically went to tell Hagrid to try not to unfold it unless necessary. That umbrella was used to cast a spell... It was just the most unpretentious impact of magic power, and half of the Quidditch pitch was almost gone.
"Well, I know, Mr. Hagrid's curse seems a bit out of line -"
Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, Elena's voice suddenly came from beside Professor McGonagall's chair.
The vice-principal turned his head and saw a silver-haired dwarf passing behind a group of professors as he spoke. He climbed to the empty chair in the middle and sat down very naturally.
"But this is also Mr. Dumbledore's suggestion. He hopes that we can try our best to scare some adults who are 'salvageable' in Hogwarts."
"I just received news from the Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore..."
Elena took out her wand and tapped the high-backed chair under her butt, causing it to automatically change to a height suitable for her.
At the same time, a light golden "menu" appeared silently in front of each professor, but it was not the usual recipe information.
Several lines of vigorous, neat and beautiful cursive characters appeared one by one, and everyone recognized the writer at first sight - Albus Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts.
[To all colleagues at Hogwarts:]
[When you read this simple message, I should be having another existential discussion with Tom Riddle. 】
[The Ministry of Magic and we now roughly understand the method of his 'resurrection from the dead' - he created a large number of Horcruxes - and this further confirms the necessity of my trip. 】
[It is undeniable that we are now facing the most dangerous dark wizard in centuries. He has an unknown number of lives, but this afternoon, his number of resurrections can be reduced by at least one. As the person who introduced him into the magical world with my own hands, I have to make up for and repair my previous mistakes. Maybe I can't stop his raging forever, or maybe there are "several" or even "dozens" of undead waiting for us. If I don't come back, I hope Hogwarts doesn't give up hope... There is no evil in this world that cannot be dispelled. 】
[Similarly, I still believe that everyone yearns for light, so before leaving without saying goodbye, I asked the four deans to set up magical defenses around them. 】
[From the beginning of the general attack at noon today until the bell rings at midnight, the Hogwarts area will be temporarily closed, and no wizards can enter or exit. 】
[If I fail to return before midnight, Ms. Minerva McGonagall will temporarily take over as principal and be responsible for coordinating the school's work. 】
[At the same time, Miss Elena Kaslana will temporarily serve as the assistant to the principal and participate in possible subsequent offensive and defensive situations. 】
[At the same time as the general attack is launched, the Ministry of Magic will also issue a notice with the same content. Any wizard who attempts to travel through the Hogwarts area during the 'forbidden period' must be in danger of violating the bans of both the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. Please screen and handle the characters carefully - try your best to appease the students and parents, and wait for good news from the Ministry of Magic or me. 】
[——Your loyal friend, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore]
Accompanied by a line of dragon-flying and phoenix-shaped signatures, the content of this text message also came to an end.
There was a dead silence in the faculty seats, and no one spoke to break the silence for a long time.
At the same time, a translucent silver curtain of light flashed in the sky around Hogwarts Castle, falling silently towards the surrounding borders like a dome.
And in the more distant sky, the Hyperion woke up in the clouds, all kinds of magical and non-magical detection methods were activated, and all movements within a radius of 20 kilometers of Hogwarts were displayed on the display screen. , any long-range strikes or uninvited guests that may be directed at the castle will be intercepted the moment they appear. This is also the primary defense task the Hyperion receives.
In fact, in the sandbox simulations between the Hyperion and Gringotts, Hogwarts today is considered one of the few opportunities for Voldemort.
Although they chose to despise that guy tactically, it did not affect their strategic focus on all dangerous points that could be overturned.
The most important point is that if they can intercept all the parents of students in Hogwarts, then they have the inherent possibility of "reforming".
Voldemort was not an understanding or magnanimous leader of the revolutionary army. The more he was a former Death Eater, the more he understood the madness and terror of the moody demon king.
According to Elena's statement, this is: for the sake of Lucius Malfoy and others being qualified parents for the time being, she simply "earned" them into the Hogwarts camp.
"Searching...the area around Hogwarts? Temporary Headmaster?"
After a long time, Severus Snape said softly, turning his head to glance at the silver-haired little witch sitting on the principal's seat.
In his original understanding, this was just a strange hunt, but with Dumbledore's text message, which was like a "suicide note", everything began to look different.
The risks and severity involved obviously exceed the multi-party encirclement and pursuit described by Professor McGonagall before... This is more like a farewell to a peak duel.
"I don't understand if Dumbledore is a little too cautious and boastful this time..."
However, before Snape could finish his words, the Slytherin headmaster's expression suddenly changed.
He felt a terrible burning pain coming from his left arm.
Even if he didn't lift his sleeves, he could still imagine in his mind what the ugly mark branded on his left arm looked like at this moment - a burnt-black Dark Mark that looked like a branding iron on raw meat.
Snape thought he had long forgotten...that burning feeling.
But until this moment, he realized that the memory of anger, humiliation and pain had never disappeared from his mind.
Along with the anger, humiliation and pain, there was also a trace of fear that had lingered in his heart for more than ten years and never really left.
Wow——
Bang bang, clank, clang——
Not far away, at the head of Slytherin's table, there was a strange confusion for no apparent reason.
The tableware and cups and saucers in the hands of many adult wizards suddenly fell. The plates, plates and goblets fell and scattered on the dining table and the ground, making a series of clanking and clanging sounds.
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Great!