Chapter 913 Rebellion

Elena saw Old Carrot and Old Potato as soon as she went out.

The two of them were walking from the other end of the corner of the corridor talking and laughing, as if they were just passing by. The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the footsteps of the two old wizards echoed in the swaying firelight on both sides of the wall.

The girl who suddenly appeared did not seem to attract the attention of the two of them. They were still discussing something intently.

"Yes, Hogwarts Castle has a long history, it must be more than a thousand years ago."

"It can be seen that the decoration here is very charming, and it is indeed..."

Elena raised her eyebrows and looked at the two old wizards who were still acting "passing by".

The Hogwarts Principal's office is on the top floor of the castle, while Professor McGonagall's office is on the second floor of the castle. There is a whole five-floor gap between the two. If these two old people really can't stand the loneliness and want to take a walk, then there is no need to do so. As for taking such a long detour at night.

Moreover, the content of the chat is all nonsense and embarrassing. This is really too fake!

Before she could take the initiative to speak, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head and asked in natural surprise.

"Hey, Miss Kaslana, your transfiguration class ended early tonight?"

"Yes, it ended less than half a minute ago...what a coincidence, Professor."

Elena glanced at the principal who had been squatting beside her for who knows how long, and whispered meaningfully.

"If I hadn't known that you usually have the habit of hanging out in school, I would have almost thought that you have been waiting for me to finish class next to Professor McGonagall's office. Obviously that is impossible. You have clearly said that you trust me and Professor McGonagall. Of...right?"

"Of course -" Dumbledore replied calmly, with no trace of embarrassment in his smile.

"I really don't know what you are worried about. I know how to protect myself. This is not a year ago."

Elena curled her lips and did not continue to dwell on this issue.

She had long been accustomed to Dumbledore's distrust.

Even though she has become much more mature, well-behaved, stable, and settled than before during this period, Dumbledore is still watching her as if he is on guard against a time bomb. For example, in the class just now, if she "negotiates" with McGonagall "Failure" immediately took action, and within three seconds, two of the most powerful wizards of our time would break in and appear in the office.

Of course, depending on the different camps of the two people, the people they choose to help may be slightly different.

"How is it?" Grindelwald asked softly.

The old man's eyes fell on the wand held by the girl, and he frowned slightly.

"Are you okay, Elena."

"Well...it's okay...it should be fine."

Elena shrugged easily, giving up the idea of ​​pretending to be aggrieved.

"But I have a good news to tell you - I just suddenly understood how to release the transformation technique..."

She briefly talked about what had just happened and what she speculated.

"Well, you...you mean..."

Dumbledore pondered, motioning for Elena to walk upstairs with them, the half-moon lenses flashing with firelight.

"Transfiguration - this magic we call transfiguration - is essentially another concept?"

"An advanced replacement for information coverage, as it should be."

Elena said softly as she put away the wand in her hand and pointed at her head, "You know my problem. I see the world from a different perspective than regular wizards. If it can be realized, it means I have found it." direction."

Grindelwald let out a long breath.

"Sure enough," he said.

"What do you mean... it really is so, huh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Albus, think about it - you should be most familiar with the five exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation, and the new theory of transformation that the girl just mentioned can just explain the occurrence of those exceptions. The reason...the magical world has been confined in the quagmire of certain errors for too long, and you can never get the right results from research in the wrong direction."

Grindelwald rubbed Elena's little head, his tone full of pride.

"I told you a long time ago that no one is qualified for this girl to follow and learn unconditionally... I, you, we all belong to the afterglow of the past, and her perception and thoughts are the future path of magic!"

Girl?

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"So why didn't this theory exist before, if it's so simple?"

"Well, who knows," Grindelwald grinned. "Maybe they were all fools before. Maybe more importantly, all the teachers told their students before, right? Professor Dumbledore. How did you teach at that time? Miss McGonagall’s?”

"...Hogwarts is a wizarding school, not a center of academic study."

Dumbledore replied politely, turning his head to look at Elena.

"So, what are you going to do next? [Miss Fool], Fairy Queen, or a new identity?"

"Do nothing -" Elena said, "no plan, no arrangement - our scientific research manpower is insufficient. This is an academic battle that professors should consider. This is not an area suitable for children like me. ,professor."

Elena gently curled her silver hair hanging on her shoulders with her fingers and said casually.

"This is a war, a Moyan war... right or wrong is not important for the time being, what is important is... who will become a heretic."

Whether it is in the modern scientific world or the theological world, the birth of a new idea and doctrine must pay a price - there is no essential difference between academic heresy and religious heresy, and humans have never disappointed people for thousands of years.

The magical world between the Middle Ages and modern times cannot avoid this bloody law.

"It's very reasonable and reasonable. Anyway, I don't think there's any problem!"

Grindelwald said, glancing at Dumbledore, and without thinking, he made a precise assist with his backhand.

"Teaching and educating people and passing on magical knowledge are the business of the magic school... Albus, if you still let Elena take charge of these matters, then you, the principal of Hogwarts, should just hand it over as soon as possible. You won't really Is that what you think?"

Dumbledore massaged his forehead with both hands, as if trying to iron out wrinkles.

"Uh...of course..."

He put down his hand and sighed tiredly, "But I think... this still depends on Minerva's thoughts... After all, she is the Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. If she thinks there should be reforms, I will naturally Will help..."

"I think so too. It still depends on Professor McGonagall."

Elena nodded in agreement and smiled slightly, "So at the end of class today, I made an extra mention and invited Professor McGonagall to come to the [College Urban Research Institute] for a guided tour tomorrow. Do you want to accompany me then? "

"What about you, tomorrow -"

"Tomorrow is the weekend, Professor Dumbledore, I have just entered the second grade..."

Elena blinked slyly, an expression of disbelief and condemnation written on her face.

"If it weren't for this after-school tutoring session you arranged, I would be happily attending the social evening in the Gryffindor common room instead of wandering up this... um... staircase that leads to who knows where. ——”

"...After walking up this staircase, you will reach the Gryffindor lounge. By the way, remember to jump-"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Elena was stunned for half a second, and then quickly reacted.

correct! That prank step on the Gryffindor stairs!

The source of all evil that caused her to lose her majesty in the anti-dark magic class of Class A of the second grade!

She quickly stopped and carefully took a step forward.

Huh?

safe? !

Immediately afterwards, Elena took a few more tentative steps forward.

It was still safe to pass the customs, and there was no prank staircase that suddenly sank.

(*￣0￣)

Elena glanced at Dumbledore with a suspicious expression. Was this old carrot trying to trick her just now?

"Well - it's okay. Maybe today is not the time to trigger the mechanism..."

Dumbledore glanced at the thin board that suddenly appeared where the girl was standing before, and then at the retired Dark Lord beside him who calmly put away his wand. Finally, he couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth. He felt as if he was a little redundant. .

After returning to the principal's office later, he might have to have a good chat with Gellert.

As an educator who has been dealing with students for most of his life, some uncontrolled doting behaviors are actually not conducive to the healthy growth of little wizards. A little more care is enough.

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The Gryffindor common room was noisy.

George and Harry were arm wrestling on the center table, surrounded by a ring of spectators.

"Give up, Harry!" George suddenly shouted, pressing down hard, "It's too early for you!"

As a batter, George obviously couldn't lose to Harry as a seeker in terms of hand strength.

Even if according to the rules, Harry can use both hands in arm wrestling, the gap between the two is still too big - if not for taking care of his teammates, George can even resolve the fight in half a second.

But after acting for so long, he almost couldn't continue acting.

After all, compared to the deadlock on his side, as his partner, Miss Meryl, she directly crushed her opponent Ginny at the beginning.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Harry's hands hit the table hard.

"George wins! The total score is now 11:7! The heterochromatic team leads!"

Lee Jordan announced loudly.

On the wall above the fireplace, the numbers on a magic scoreboard jumped.

Many girls and boys cheered excitedly, but the students standing behind Harry were not too disappointed.

"Is it our turn to play? Okay, George, do you want to admit defeat directly, or do you want to fight in a corner?"

Fred rubbed his wrists and crossed the crowd to sit in front of his twin brother.

At the same time, Angelina, the chaser of the Gryffindor team, also came out and looked meaningfully at the female student body president Meryl, who was sitting at the table next to George Weasley. The forearm moved a bit.

"Senior Streep, my advice is the same, it's better to admit defeat..."

"Is it a tactic? I really didn't expect that——"

Meryl's expression changed slightly and she glanced at the next group of "different-colored teammates" lined up behind her and George.

It seems that they can only consume the opponent's physical strength as much as possible. Otherwise, when the combination of Penelo and the stupid goose meets Fred and Angelina, there will be almost no suspense - if I had known that she and George would be there later. Appeared.

Anyway, whether it was her or Penelo, they would definitely be in trouble against the lionesses of Gryffindor.

"George, it's up to you...if you win, I'll make you a fruit salad——"

Miss Taozi turned her head, looked at her little boyfriend seriously, and said openly.

Anyway, this "wild boar" has been taken to her house, and the parents of both parties have also exchanged magical addresses. Meryl is not shy now. At this time, there must be some methods to stimulate fighting power.

"Fred, if you lose to George, then the next time you go to Hogsmeade, go with him!"

Seeing the opponent's despicable extra-game move, Angelina frowned and quickly counterattacked.

"...?!"

"...?!"

George and Fred looked at each other, and the tacit understanding they had while exchanging glances and bargaining was instantly gone.

"I'm sorry, George (Fred), for the sake of brother's happiness - sacrifice it temporarily..."

Accompanied by the sounds of the two witches next door who were fighting with each other using off-hand moves, the veins on their arms popped up in unison, and they began to exert force at the same time, trying to overwhelm each other at once - the scene suddenly entered an anxious and exciting stalemate. link.

"...Is this really okay?"

At the door of the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione glanced at Elena who had just slipped back and said worriedly.

"Although we have roughly regulated the number of [Teams of the same color] formed in the same college and [Teams of different colors] formed in cross-colleges, in this way, no matter which side wins, it will eventually lead to conflicts. Look at Fred and George and the others..."

"It's okay, Hermione. You're still young and don't understand..."

Elena, who happened to catch up with the drama of "brothers turning against each other", shook her head and looked at the confrontation in the center of the field with bright eyes.

"This is youth——"

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