Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue - Chapter 1311

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the eighth floor of the castle’s main tower, the headmaster’s office.

It was a large, pretty square room, with some odd silverware on a table with spun tapered feet.

Those were… oh no, or the alchemy magic left over from the last principal.

In the room, two witches from the Scottish Highlands are enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.

Elena held a gold-painted porcelain cup, and the black tea swayed in the cup, reflecting her lake-blue eyes. On the eucalyptus table not far away, there were biscuits, cakes, and other items carefully baked by the school’s house-elves. All kinds of sweets, and besides that, a small box of half-eaten **** salamander cookies.

However, the **** salamander biscuits were not prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen, and Elena did not like the taste, which was the current headmaster’s hobby.

She blew lightly on the tea in her hand, even though she could freeze the tea with a single thought, she preferred this slow, comfortable rhythm.

And not far from her, behind the mahogany desk that originally belonged to Dumbledore, the current headmaster was turning over a thick stack of documents.

Unlike the parchment that is common in the wizarding world, those documents are all white printing paper that is common in the Muggle world.

“Do you have any doubts, Professor McGonagall?” Elena asked, taking a sip of her tea. “Or are we going to get Professor Dumbledore back?”

Professor McGonagall shook his head, put down the document in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Elena and smiled.

“No, Dumbledore has worked hard for decades, so don’t disturb his vacation.”

“That’s not the reason for you to arrest the strong man,” Elena curled her lips, “If you continue to pull me to do white jobs, I will arrest Dumbledore…”

“The old school year is over, and the new school year is about to start. The people who caused these troubles should at least be responsible for answering questions, right?”

Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly, stood up, and walked to the window of the principal’s office.

She looked at the lights in the distance of the castle, the hustle and bustle of the college city continued, and that was the prosperity that Hogwarts had never seen before.

“Besides there are so many people and things, you don’t worry about handing them all over to me, the old witch who is locked in the school, right?”

She whispered, and thoughtfully rubbed the tarot card in her hand – Major Arcana [Moon].

Although I don’t like divination, this does not prevent McGonagall from knowing the meaning of this tarot card:

Just like her state at this time, in the tarot card interpretation, [Moon] is a card that represents confusion, confusion and anxiety.

Under the moonlight, the lobster climbed out of the water and walked towards the goddess of the moon. It had to choose the correct one of the two towers in the distance, because that tower was the only way to see the goddess of the moon. The wolves and hounds on the shore were also attracted by the moon goddess, so they didn’t notice the lobster near Chichi for the time being.

The dog represents the crayfish’s dependence on the old world, and the wolf represents the crayfish’s fear.

Professor McGonagall didn’t know if everyone’s cards were like this, but the card for her was clearly handpicked.

“The Great Arcana Council? That’s the name—”

Professor McGonagall murmured, looking out the window at the lights, her face falling into the shadows and unable to see clearly.

Elena was not in a hurry to urge Mag. When the other party took the big arcana, the answer was given.

After a while, Professor McGonagall let out a long sigh and put away the cards.

She leaned against the window sill, her eyes fell on the surface of the black lake sparkling in the moonlight, and she said quietly.

“…Miss Kaslana, two years ago, just before the start of school, I ‘kidnapped’ a special student from the town of Loch Lomond.”

“I knew at the time that she was going to be super troublesome at Hogwarts—but I didn’t expect that, after only two years, we would be talking in the Headmaster’s office about whether to take Professor Dumbledore back. Thinking about it, Since you arrived at the school, time in the magical world seems to have been compressed.”

Listening to Professor McGonagall talking about her admission at that time, Elena lowered her eyes and blew beautiful ripples on the tea.

“Yeah, it’s been two years—”

Professor McGonagall suddenly laughed and looked at the little witch she had **** with a playful look.

“So two years from now, will Hogwarts be a problem for you?”

“Who knows, maybe, maybe not.”

Elena’s voice was calm as she gently stroked the back of her clean hand.

She could break the oath at any time now, but neither she nor Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten that.

Maybe Professor McGonagall just subconsciously asked casually. She paused for a few seconds and returned to the mahogany desk.

“Anyway, I’ll be here to guard Hogwarts until the very end. If there is any disagreement, I’ll be on the side of the school’s interests.”

Looking at the older cat girl with a serious expression, Elena shrugged noncommittally and did not speak.

The two each pulled each other onto the “thief ship”, and it was a draw.

“Speaking of…”

Professor McGonagall looked at the documents, hesitated for a few seconds, and rubbed his forehead lightly.

“Lord of Gringotts, Goblin Queen, The Fool, Captain Hyperion, Foundation O5-0… Where is your end?”

“end?”

Elena thought for a while, then tilted her head and said seriously.

“Hmm, Goddess of Magic? That’s enough—”

“Goddess of magic?”

Professor McGonagall repeated softly, frowning.

“It’s a bit arrogant, but considering the current and possible future situations, it’s not impossible.”

“It just might be a little unlucky.”

Elena grunted, staring at her fingertips in a daze.

Nicole LeMay’s research results are many, most of which are based on the field of the Philosopher’s Stone.

And she, who is getting closer to the pure-blooded “succubus”, plus the affinity of the magic net, is almost equivalent to being immersed in the birth of the Sage’s Stone all the time.

On the bright side, she has plenty of time to let the magic happen bit by bit, the only regret is…

Longevity?

…

time flies.

Half a year later, the Ministry of Magic completed the commissioning of the magic net.

Like the stars in the night, the magic net flashed in turn around the world.

And almost at the same time, werewolf serum began to be piloted in the armies of various countries in the non-magical world.

The International Confederation of Wizards finally realized the crisis, and the Ministry of Magic declared a state of emergency.

…

one year later.

Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

Barty Crouch stands at the prison gate, with angry and terrified Dementors behind him.

The source of their fear was the wizards in black who held their wands and welcomed Lockhart out of prison.

In front of all the wizards in black, a Russian shrew in a white coat was looking at him tenderly.

“Warden, Azkaban is your request—”

Lockhart nodded to old Batty and took a copy from his pocket.

That’s what he wrote a few years ago.

Someone told him that when he deletes all other people’s stories, the rest is his.

Lockhart opened the book for the last time, and found the sentence of his own story in the pages smeared with black ink.

He took a deep breath and waved towards the silent wizard in black behind him.

“Go, human beings should not continue to live in the unknown.”

…

Two years later, the cure for mad wolf disease was successfully developed.

Muggle-Wolfman-Squib-Wizard, this transformation path has become reality.

The rivalry that haunted the magical world and the non-magical world disappeared.

This is how the era of the universal wizard has come.

Half of Hogwarts’ graduates over the years have become teachers—ordinary schools in the non-magical world.

Salzburg in Austria became the first non-magical city in human history to complete the advent of magic.

Dumbledore, who had been missing for several years, suddenly appeared.

Then came Nurmengard Castle.

Of course, now people are gradually starting to call it another name:

Nurmengard School of “Magic Science”, but in official documents, it also has a special rune writing.

It was based on the name of the school’s founder, which translates to “GG&AD School of Magic”.

…

Three years later, the honeymoon of magical and non-magical governments is finally over.

The dark clouds of war began to brew on the immature magical civilization.

but…

“The Hyperion, teleport – anchor lock.”

On the bridge, Yin Linna looked at the White House below, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

She turned her head to look at the tall and handsome young man with yellow hair beside her eyes.

“Mr. Malfoy, start here, let the fairy tale come…”

“As ordered. Captain Ivanovich.”

“Summon the fleet!”

Sixteen-year-old Draco raised his fingers and flicked light and shadow in midair.

The magic beacon was instantly transmitted to the other end of the magic web.

next moment-

pat.

The wand fell to the ground.

“Oh my God…”

The president of the Magical Congress of the United States, who arrived in a hurry, looked up at the sky and let out a weak moan.

Dozens of huge and ferocious steel beasts broke through the space and appeared in the sky.

The fire dragon spreads its wings and soars in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of magical mechas.

The key is…

“Rua—”

Accompanied by a girl’s clear voice.

Those defensive missiles and magic spells flying into the sky all turned into swirling powder.

Behind the powder, a hot girl is slowly withdrawing her fist.

Golden magical armor surrounds her, like a goddess of war from ancient mythology.

“In the name of [chariot], terminate all dangerous plans.”

The war is over.

…

United Kingdom, Scottish Highlands, west of Loch Lomond.

Here lies a quiet town with a magnificent church in the southeast corner of the town.

Behind the church used to be a private orphanage, with a priest named Benitez serving as the dean.

But over time, the children grew up and left the town of Lass.

Now, only Benitez remains here to preside over the church.

Of course Benitez is not alone at all…

After all, he now has a lovely daughter…

Oh…

Maybe also the friend of the father who is not related by blood, and the friend of his little padded jacket…

Zi-

There was a tantalizing sizzle from the frying pan, and the smell of fried eggs lingered in the air.

“Really, why is Hannah still on a mission today—”

Hermione whimpered with some dissatisfaction as she flipped the frying pan.

The main chef of the original plan was Hannah, and Hannah left temporarily and had to drive the ducks on the shelves.

If Chef Luna is the one, no one but Mr. Lovegood will dare to touch the contents of the plate.

“First Clan”

After all, no one knows if the food she eats will suddenly turn into something indescribable, especially after she returned from the inspection at Gringotts, this Miss [priestess] seems to have awakened. Some worrying bad tastes, every time you cook, it can make people feel adventurous.

“There’s nothing you can do about it. The Magical Congress of the United States and the local government still have some background. The Hyperion fleet alone may not be safe.”

Luna sat quietly in her seat, flipping through the latest issue of “A Bite of Hogwarts” with some boredom.

“But I feel that she should be back soon, anyway, there is also the coverage of the magic net…”

“makes sense-”

Hermione nodded and continued to focus on the eggs in the frying pan.

This is the fire dragon egg that was just delivered. If it was wasted, she couldn’t find a new one to replace it immediately.

“Speaking of which, where did that girl Elena go?”

Benitez looked at Hermione, who was busy in the kitchen, and at Luna, who was temporarily choosing dishes beside him.

“Today is her birthday, she won’t have any important agendas that she can’t get away from…”

“Well, I heard that she seems to have been conducting some, um, advanced magic research that is very difficult and troublesome recently?”

boom-

Before Benitez’s voice fell, there was a sudden explosion of air outside.

“Hannah! Why did you choose to fly back instead of teleporting?!”

Luna frowned and stared at the door with some displeasure.

“Hey—so fast—”

Hannah stuck out her tongue and waved at the priest next to her.

“Good noon, Papa Benitez—”

“Elena’s magic research is not difficult at all, it’s just the transformation of Animagus.”

“That’s really hard, after all, you have to keep a leaf in your mouth for a month.”

Hermione couldn’t help rolling her eyes, and continued to speak with some amusing.

“It’s worse for that white-haired dumpling than killing her…”

“Er—then why did she—”

Benitez asked puzzled.

However, before Hermione could answer this time, a somewhat familiar girl’s voice came from outside the door.

“It’s very simple…”

“Because it can grow taller—”

Benitez turned his head and saw a tall, silver-haired girl walking into the yard.

“My Animagus form is that of a pure-blood veel—though only for half an hour.”

“Um… it smells so good…”

Elena in girl form took a deep breath, looked in Hermione’s direction, and raised a small bag in her hand.

“Fire dragon eggs? Don’t start the pot, I’ve got a few fat eggs from the reserves…”

“Let’s fry it together. Anyway, if it’s not fertilized, it’s a waste if you don’t eat it.”

Unfortunately, no one echoed her proposal.

“Again?!”

“Do not!”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Sister Elena is lying…”

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complete book

PS: The final chapter actually has a lot to write about~www.mtlnovel.com~ also has a lot of endings.

For example, Elena’s longevity, such as house elves, such as ancient magic… I even figured out how to slash one by one at the end…

After thinking about it, it seems to be very good… Some stories are actually hidden in books, and it will be good to slowly ferment.

Thank you for accompanying the fat chicken all the way~

So~

Happy birthday, Elena~ Bye~