Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 Pale
"Cough, cough, cough..."

With the help of several listless Ao Luo, Scrimgeour clutched his chest and struggled to stand up, but just halfway up, there was a sharp pain in his muscles and bones, and he fell to the ground again.

"minister!"

"I... I'm not... all right..."

With just a few short words, Scrimgeour seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, and could only pant heavily.After a while, I felt a little better.

"How are our people?" he asked softly.

"Loss... a heavy loss." Ao Luo beside him replied heavily, "We only have twelve people left..."

"Where are the others!"

"All...all..." Ao Luo took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Minister, we were one step late, and when we rescued them from those damn vines, they were all..."

"Okay!" Scrimgeour interrupted Ao Luo, shook his head slightly, and stared at the two people who were still fighting.

After a long while, he sighed: "They... are all good guys..."

The voice was very soft, like a whisper, but the fists were clenched tightly, even though there was severe pain, they still did not relax.

"And the students?" Scrimgeour asked again.

"Professor McGonagall and the others are here and have rescued them."

"That's fine...that's fine..."

His heart finally relaxed a little, and the strong dizziness engulfed him immediately, and he fell directly on his back.But in the end, he didn't fall directly to the ground, and the Aurors caught him.

The arrival of Dumbledore made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, only Dumbledore looked dignified and carefully dealt with Ike's fierce attack.

Indeed, as Horace said, he was no longer as agile as he had been in previous years.This is not only about skill and reaction, but also about his sense of magic.

Facing Ike's harsh attack, he more often relied on his own experience to predict.Several times, his brain thought of it, but the movements of his hands were slow.

That curse made him weaker!

Fortunately, with the Elder Wand, the power of magic can still be guaranteed, making Ike have to deal with every spell he casts carefully, which gave him a little breathing space.

But looking at Ike, who is constantly improving and gradually adapting in front of him, Dumbledore knows very well that he is no longer his opponent...

In contrast, Ike was much more excited.Although the previous battles consumed a lot of his magic power, but without using those large-scale, high-destructive magic, he recovered quickly by taking the magic power brought by the olive fruit. He is now [-] to [-]% better, and can even be called Gotta be in good shape.

This kind of high-intensity, high-quality battle is not common, and Ike's combat experience has also improved rapidly.Even if Dumbledore doesn't want to, he can only admit that he is now Ike's sharpening stone.

The more Ike played, the more excited he was, and the faster the spell was cast. Gradually, there were some subtle changes.Both he and Dumbledore noticed this, but their moods were different.

Dumbledore's spellcasting gradually slowed down. Although he could still block Ike's attack, it was limited to this. He could only counterattack abruptly from time to time, but it didn't hurt or itch. Most of them were phantom by Ike. Migration escaped.

suddenly!

After blocking the next incoming spell, he apparated to dodge another spell that followed, but faced with another spell that reappeared in front of him, he just raised his wand to block it, but felt His right hand twitched suddenly.

"boom!"

The wand was thrown out of his hand, and his body was also thrown backwards. He adjusted his center of gravity in embarrassment, so as not to fall to the ground.

Akeley ignored the whirling Elder Wand, raised his hand and threw two spells.A white light hit the Elder Wand, sending it back to Dumbledore, and another green light fell directly on Dumbledore.

This time, Dumbledore's reaction was still a step slower, and he used the Silent and Unarmed Curse only after the green light hit him. Although he was inevitably sent flying again, a smile appeared on his face.

"Snapped!"

Ike frowned, and subconsciously touched his abdomen with his left hand.Looking again, I only saw bright red blood on my hand.He staggered under his feet, and took several steps back to stabilize his figure. At this time, a lot of blood had already flowed out, which even stained the hem of his clothes red.

"He's hurt! Catch him!"

Scrimgeour suddenly regained his spirits and yelled.But before he finished speaking, Sirius threw out a spell first.

"All petrochemical!"

"Snapped!"

Ike waved his hand to block the spell, but the wound on his abdomen was inevitably affected, and cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead.

Looking coldly at Sirius and the others who were rushing towards him, Ike flicked his wand and disappeared in place.

"damn it!"

Sirius cursed, and kicked the broken branch on the ground fiercely as if venting, which immediately affected the wound on his body, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

Seeing Ike leave, the Weasleys ran directly to Dumbledore's side.Helping him up, he asked with concern: "Albus, how are you?"

"Fortunately, Molly." Dumbledore smiled, picked up the wand next to him, and stood up with the support of the Weasleys.

After sweeping the dust on the robe for a while, Dumbledore said with a smile: "It's just a little sore. I dare say Ike must be much more serious than me." After finishing speaking, he winked at the two of them.

Mrs. Weasley didn't respond to Dumbledore's lame joke, she let go of the hand supporting him with a stern face, and left without saying a word, walking towards where Bill, Ginny, and Fleur were.

"Aren't my jokes so funny, Arthur?" Dumbledore looked puzzled at Mr. Weasley, who was still supporting him, but only got a good-natured smile.

He was still about to say something, but was interrupted by Scrimgeour who staggered over.

"Albus, how is it?"

"I'm fine, Rufus, but you need to recuperate for a while." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour and said seriously.

"I've sent a message that people from the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's will be here soon enough for the wounded to be well rescued." Scrimgeour said, the sternness in his eyes was fleeting.

Dumbledore looked as usual, and said, "That would be great..."

Just as he was talking, suddenly there was another person beside him.She wore square glasses and a dark green robe. Before she could speak, Dumbledore asked, "How are the students, Minerva?"

"Fortunately, there were only a few unlucky ones who knocked on the corner of the table, and Bobby has already cured them." Professor McGonagall replied, and nodded slightly to Scrimgeour.

"minister."

"Professor McGonagall." Scrimgeour also nodded slightly as a greeting, and then said to Dumbledore, "That's all for now, Albus, I'm sure I have a lot of things to do next."

"Yeah, there's been such a big mess..." Dumbledore said, "However, after a while, I hope to have a good chat with you."

"Yes." Scrimgeour nodded in agreement, then turned around and limped away.

When he walked away, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, and asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Minerva, the students are all at school now, right?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall.

"That can't be done." Dumbledore shook his head when he heard that. "They have to come out and go to Hogsmeade's station, at least for the freshmen."

"Merlin! You still want those frightened little ones to walk again?" Professor McGonagall was full of disbelief.

"Of course, Minerva, this is a tradition." Dumbledore said seriously, "The more this happens, the more precious the tradition becomes."

"Magic should be beautiful and wonderful, and we still have a chance to heal the wounds in their hearts..."

"They are our future, Minerva..."

With that said, he patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder with his right hand, then blinked mischievously, and folded his hands naturally in front of him.

Professor McGonagall glanced subconsciously, nodded slightly, and had no other reaction, but the appearance of those hands was imprinted in his mind.

One was very pale, and the other was also very pale.

sickly pale...

(End of this chapter)