Chapter 2032 Discrimination

As a professor and as the principal, how could he leave the students who had an accident in the aisle and ignore them? Even if it's an emergency right now... No, just because of the emergency, we can't just let the students just lie on the ground like this, can't we?

Snape guessed right, those little wizards who were under the Binding Curse had been collectively transferred by McGonagall to a classroom not far away. And, she's trying to figure out what's going on for them as best she can.

What is the power to control these students? Why did such a large-scale accident happen on the Change, but she didn't notice it?

Obviously, Minerva McGonagall, as a well-known witch in the modern magic world, her strength is not limited to the magic discipline of Transfiguration.

"Spirit... oh no, is it soul magic?"

At this moment, in a certain classroom, the students who were lying in disorder in the aisle before had been neatly placed on the carpeted floor by Mag. And Mag himself, right now, is squatting beside one of the students, checking through some detection magic.

Moreover, she had obviously reached a conclusion similar to Snape's based on the results of some inspections.

However, this conclusion is actually not good news for them.

"What a terrible development!"

Needless to say, although McGonagall also has a little understanding of ancient soul magic, but it is limited to this. This unique and mysterious magic is only sporadically recorded in a very small number of excavated ancient books, and it is the kind that has more superficial description than theoretical analysis.

Knowing only some superficial and incomplete records, it is obviously impossible to solve the spell for the students, and it is even said that doing it indiscriminately will not necessarily have a counterproductive effect.

For a moment, Mag couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Especially," she withdrew her wand, looked at the students in front of her worriedly, and whispered in her mouth, "it should have happened when I was trying to contact Maca, and everyone was on the same boat, why did I Would you feel nothing?"

Maybe it was because she wanted to stay here to protect the students, or maybe it was because she wanted to figure out the ins and outs. Although McGonagall knew that Snape and the others were still waiting on the deck, she still chose to stay in this classroom .

To be honest, it doesn't seem to be of much use even if she goes back now, does it?

And just a moment later,

Suddenly there was a series of doors opening and closing in the corridor outside, as if someone was checking every room on this corridor one by one.

"... Minerva? Are you around? There are girls and boys, if there are any classmates who are still awake, please respond immediately..."

Flitwick's recognizable voice followed, which interrupted McGonagall's thinking, and opened the classroom door.

"Filius, this way!"

"Oh! Minerva, I found you—"

The number of changes is undoubtedly very large. Except for the main road in the middle, there are more branches as you go to the back, and there are even several floors up and down. In addition, Mag did not choose the main passage for safety reasons, which made it even more difficult to find.

Seeing her take the initiative to come out, Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry," Mag said apologetically, "I found many students who were affected by some kind of magic, and I couldn't leave for a while, so..."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Flitwick waved his hand quickly, and hurried over, "It's just... you went to contact Maca before, did you get in touch with him?"

As Snape said, in the end, it was the matter that mattered most at the moment. Unfortunately, he soon saw Mag shaking his head sadly.

"Really?" Although she didn't say it directly, Flitwick understood it when he saw her, "Yes, I have seen the situation of the children... We sent some students to the deck .Oh, you did bring all the students in the hall here."

When he went to Mag and glanced at the classroom behind the latter, he immediately saw the little wizards lying on the ground inside. Flitwick couldn't help feeling sad when he saw their bodies stretched out and lying motionless on the ground.

"Poor children... I hope that the mental shock contained in that shriek does not have an irreparable impact on them!"

However, it was also Flitwick's words that immediately stunned Professor McGonagall.

"Screaming sound?" She couldn't help frowning, "Wait, what screaming sound?"

"Minerva, didn't you hear?"

McGonagall's rhetorical question confused Flitwick.

"Shouldn't it? That sound... should have been heard by the entire Revolutionary—well, although it should not be an actual 'sound', but some kind of magical effect aimed at the spirit...You really Didn't you 'hear'?"

If everyone heard it, it would be scary, but it is still not beyond the scope of everyone's understanding - some people have enough willpower to not be affected by fainting, and some people have insufficient willpower to be controlled. This is also a clear situation. But when a person doesn't even "hear" the "voice" itself, some unknown things will inevitably be mixed into it.

In the world of magic, all unknowns will create unpredictable obstacles to understanding and conclusions. If you still blindly follow your limited knowledge, you will often end up with big problems.

Flitwick is also a knowledgeable wizard, and he will definitely not make low-level mistakes in the face of the unknown.

But... what went wrong?

"Maybe, 'some people' have other designs against me?" After a few seconds of hesitation, Mag couldn't help but say so.

Obviously, the "someone" she mentioned refers to the enemy who hides in the dark and causes all the disasters in front of her. Although he didn't know who the other party was or if it was Hai Erbo, Mag obviously smelled some kind of conspiracy.

"Filius, I don't think I can stay with the students any longer... If the other party is really planning something against me, they must not be involved again." McGonagall said seriously to Flitwick He said, "Find a way to bring them to the deck too! I... In short, let me stay alone and figure out a way."

Unlike others, in the current situation, there is a high possibility of representing danger. Knowing this, McGonagall immediately explained to him decisively, and then walked towards the stern of the ship without looking back, turning a corner and out of Flitwick's sight after a while.

"This... oh!"

Flitwick was also full of doubts at this time, and sighed heavily.

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