A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor - Chapter 675

Felix looked at the magic pattern on his wrist, it looked a little hideous, and it was seeping into his skin little by little. Felix felt a tingling pain, as if the spells were sticking out thin needles and digging into the flesh and blood.

Dumbledore’s face was pale, and the process of transferring the spell was not as easy as he said, especially in this weak state.

Felix couldn’t remember when he last cast a spell.

“Dumbledore!”

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs appeared in a frame in the principal’s office.

“How’s it going?” Dumbledore asked cheerily.

“Two things,” said the wizard breathlessly, “the people from the International Confederation of Wizards made an accident when they left, a student recognized Grindelwald by the inconspicuous pattern on his clothes, and they clashed one-on-one. Fortunately, McGonagall and Babajid Akinbad showed up in time. Now that the problem is resolved, Grindelwald has been taken away.

“Gellert didn’t wake up, did he?”

“No—he was in a coma the whole time.”

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

“Babajid Akinbad? The new chairman?” Felix interjected, trying to distract himself, always trying to burn the pattern on his wrist. He turned to Dumbledore and said:

“Didn’t you tell me to keep an eye on Grindelwald recently? I kept an eye out for the neighborhood of the school – just in case there were any saints who couldn’t think of it – but I didn’t see the name on the Marauder’s map.”

Dumbledore thought, “Babajid didn’t mention in the letter that he was coming…it should be an ad hoc decision.”

“That’s the second thing,” said the yellow-faced wizard in the frame. “He’s heading this way with McGonagall, and they’ll be there soon.”

“Let me deal with him, Dumbledore. Use your method.” Felix said eagerly, referring to the disguise of Dumbledore and sending Babajid away.

“No, Felix, you stay.” Dumbledore said in a weak but clear voice, looking at the portrait of the Headmaster waiting quietly on the wall, “You have to make a trip, Evra. Let Mi Leva took Babajid to find a place to rest, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

The yellow-faced wizard in the frame responded and disappeared.

Facing the doubtful eyes, Dumbledore said as briefly as possible: “Avoid extravagances – I’m going to Harry’s soon, and you must concentrate on removing the magic that originally belonged to me in the spell, before Gellert wakes up!”

Felix nodded, immersed in his mind, and at the moment on his right forearm, there was a dazzling talisman, which looked lazy and not dangerous. But Felix has no doubt that if this thing is put on other wizards – even Snape,

Can’t bear it at all.

Because in essence, this thing is part of the curse on Grindelwald.

Or to put it another way – Dumbledore took the initiative to intercept a fragment of the curse and modified it to make it less aggressive. At the same time, because the two are of the same origin, Dumbledore can perceive the state of Grindelwald.

The reverse is also true.

It’s just that the confinement on Grindelwald is too strong, and he can’t call it at all.

It was almost eight hours before dawn, about the same time Felix estimated that Grindelwald would wake up. He was very confident in the strength of his spell, unless some idiot used a powerful recovery spell on Grindelwald.

He and Dumbledore are not gods, but they have done everything they can to do. Grindelwald’s exclusive wand was taken away immediately, which almost knocked him back to his original shape and turned him into a squib. Transferred one by one The spell does not affect the confinement magic on Grindelwald, but before Felix regains control of the spell, he cannot detect the other party’s state.

In addition, Dumbledore personally communicated the transfer plan with the people of the International Confederation of Wizards, not to mention that during this time, Felix has been following Dumbledore’s instructions to pay close attention to Grindelwald’s abnormal behavior – Neville’s hands The looking glass is not a secret, except that Felix and Hermione concluded that the looking glass was broken and had no other magic attached to it.

But even so, they can not guarantee foolproof.

Dumbledore wanted Grindelwald to live, even if Grindelwald’s last impression of him was the grim side. That’s why things are so troublesome,

Many tricks cannot be used, but Grindelwald has never been an easy role to deal with.

Worst-case scenario, Grindelwald finds out that the master of the spell has been replaced – but that’s about it.

Nothing will change his ending.

As for the robbery of the saints, perhaps this is a big trouble for the International Federation of Wizards, but when Felix masters the spell, he can perceive the approximate location of Grindelwald, unless he keeps moving, Otherwise, Felix will find him sooner or later.

With Felix’s first shot, Grindelwald’s chances of escaping are pretty low—unless there are hundreds of wizards guarding him day and night.

After all, Grindelwald’s own strength is no longer at the peak.

However, Felix roughly guessed a possibility: If the magic world is exposed one day and the situation is difficult, Grindelwald can be regarded as a dangerous hole card. This was probably what Dumbledore had in mind as well.

Felix was almost single-minded. In addition to trying to control the spell, he also focused some of his attention on the picture displayed by the mirror in mid-air. At this time, Voldemort had been awakened. He squinted and looked around, but he never thought that he would appear in the sky. in a wood.

“Where is this place?” Voldemort asked softly after a while.

At this moment, the sun was shining brightly above their heads, the grass was green under their feet, and the wind from somewhere made the leaves rustled. But not far from here, a huge long dragon is looming with dozens of carriages. Although the memory is a little long, Voldemort still recognizes what it is at a glance.

– A roller coaster only found in Muggle amusement parks.

Although Muggle-built roller coasters don’t float on snowy mountains, and there are no tracks underneath… but Voldemort didn’t find it ugly. On the contrary, he looked at it quite pleasing to the eye, and couldn’t help but take a second look.

“Salazar Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets,” Harry said blankly. “Felix-Happ,” he paused, “to make the Chamber of Secrets look like this.”

“So how many kilometers are I under Hogwarts now?” Voldemort said, picking up a leaf on the ground and crumpling it a little. He smiled, with a scarlet light in his eyes, “Severus! I thought you betrayed me at one time, it seems that I was wrong, yes, even great people can make mistakes, be sure to accept my apologies, my loyal friend–”

As he spoke, he opened his arms and walked towards Harry, as if to give him a warm hug and to celebrate his escape. But Voldemort stopped.

Snape’s eyes were alien to him, something extra from the dead silence that emanated from his black pupils, so hot, so dazzling, that he couldn’t pretend to turn a blind eye—a Snape’s eyes were full of them. is the light of hatred.

“Severus?” he said slowly, his eyes turning grim.

“Dumbledore and Heppe decided to lock you up permanently, but I don’t agree, it’s too cheap for you. I stole this from Dumbledore’s office.” Harry told half-truths, Throwing the white wand at Voldemort’s feet, he clutched Snape’s wand.

Voldemort stared blankly at the wand on the ground. He would not admit it wrong. This was his first wand.

He thought he had lost it forever, but at this moment, his wand appeared dramatically in front of him.

There was no joy in what was lost and found, and he was even more surprised by Snape’s attitude. “Pick it up, we’ll duel.” Harry said coldly,

“I have placed an anti-apparition spell all around, you can’t escape.” Voldemort looked at him with evil eyes, Harry thought he would say something, such as asking him why, but Voldemort didn’t, he stretched out his hand, The wand on the ground flew into his hand with a swish.

The tips of his long fingers flicked his wand, “I didn’t know you hated me so much, Severus? Why?” Voldemort said. In fact, most of his energy was spent on checking his wand to see if anyone had been touched. Strength was the key at this moment. Of course, he was also very interested to know why his servant suddenly changed his attitude.

He had thought at first that Snape had been sent by Dumbledore or Hep for some ulterior motive, but now he didn’t think so.

“Of course I—” Harry said subconsciously.

“Don’t lie to me!” Voldemort snapped. “You think I can’t see the hatred in your eyes?” He raised his wand abruptly, with great speed, as if his previous weakness had been disguised.

“Gouging out the bone!”

“Armor protection!”

The curse flashed across Harry’s hair, his heart was pounding, he didn’t expect Voldemort to attack suddenly, he subconsciously fought back, but Meng Yi was here to die, not tormented by Voldemort out of control.

Voldemort looked angrier, and fired a series of spells, but they weren’t death spells. He was still sensible and wanted to catch Snape and get information out of his mind.

“How dare you rebel against me! Against your loyal master? Why?” he growled.

“I thought you should have figured it out—because of Lily Evans,” Harry said after a silent confrontation, his voice filled with hatred, as if he had become the real Snape, using his Mouth speaks: “You took her life.”

“Lie! You said you didn’t care about that woman at all and would find a better one to tell the truth!” Voldemort shouted sharply.

“Oh, think about it, of course I would have said that then, otherwise how could I stay undercover among the Death Eaters? Think about it, Voldemort,

Why do you keep failing? Because I am no longer yours, sooner than you think, much earlier – since you hunted down her and her family, I have taken refuge with Dumbledore. After Lily died, the only purpose of my life was only one-”

“Waiting for–you die,” Harry said word for word.

“Ridiculous!” cried Voldemort, out of anger. He couldn’t bear to be deceived, especially like a clown who had been deceived for more than ten years, but a voice told him that it was all true: Snape did not betray him recently, from beginning to end, His loyalty is a disguise. And he actually put the traitor in a high position and continuously passed all kinds of information to Dumbledore. He even regarded Snape as his own masterpiece. It was a huge blow to him.

Harry felt the resentment in Voldemort’s heart, the magic built up at the tip of the wand, and he decided to add another weight.

“Don’t you know? Severus Snape’s Patronus is a doe, just like Lily Evans’s, never changed! Do you need me to show it to you? Look, Guard. —”

A silver creature loomed. Harry didn’t make it fully revealed, the horns were hidden in the silver mist.

“You’re a clown, Voldemort,” he said contemptuously.

Harry succeeded, Voldemort was thoroughly enraged, and he was full of murderous intent. Then, a green light flashed. Strong thoughts of survival shouted in Harry’s mind, telling him to get out of the way, but he realized that he couldn’t do it, and the conflict caused his wand to lift an inch before being hit by Voldemort.

Harry fell to the ground, lifeless.

“Avada gnaws at the tile!” The voice came lingeringly.

At the same time, Voldemort also felt a sudden sharp pain, and he fell on his back. . . .

After an unknown amount of time, Harry heard someone call his name, the voice was familiar, but he couldn’t remember who it was. All the stress on the shoulders is gone.

He wanted to lie down a little longer (though he wasn’t sure where he was lying), but the voice kept urging him, getting clearer and stronger, like a drowning man, from the most wonderful The feeling of falling back into the icy reality.

Harry opened his eyes, looked at the old face so close, and suddenly woke up.

“I—Professor Dumbledore?”

“You slept to death, Harry,” said Dumbledore happily. “I called you for a long time.”

“Oh, sorry, why am I here? Am I not dueling Voldemort?” Harry asked.

“Think about it, Harry,” Dumbledore said encouragingly~www.mtlnovel.com~ in the same tone that he had used to discuss issues in Harry’s previous class.

“I.……

Harry tried to remember, his memory was a little fuzzy, but when he decided to think about it, those memories came back immediately, vivid, he remembered clearly what happened, and went to the Chamber of Secrets by himself to duel Voldemort, to be precise, is to die. He remembers the whole process.

He even recalls Aunt Marge’s first visit to the Dursleys, his face swollen from fingernails, when he was only two years old. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to remember things that long ago.

Under normal circumstances, he should also feel angry, but at this moment he was very peaceful, without the slightest turbulence – he remembered, but he didn’t have much emotion.

“Where is this place?”

“Where do people go when they die?” Dumbledore asked indifferently.

“I-I’m dead?”

“Although it is very close to that state, but… no, you are still alive, between life and death.” Dumbledore said. He blinked. “Harry, I suggest you better get dressed and just think about it in your head.”

Harry lowered his head to realize that he was completely naked, and he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed even in this strange state.

He followed Dumbledore’s advice, and as soon as the thought of ‘clothes’ flashed through his mind, an extra set of clothes appeared on his body.

Harry got up from the ground when he found that the mist had cleared, and behind Dumbledore was a village.

Is this Godric’s Hollow? ”

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