Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 273 Brie’s Weakness

Little Barty was watching, staring at Bree's behavior since being caught.

One's weaknesses cannot be hidden.

Emotions are a weapon to deal with Brie. The premise is that you can get the feelings recognized by Brie.

Just now, Cedric's death affected Brie's judgment, and Brie lost her mind for a moment.

Barty Jr.'s words gave everyone present a heavy blow. Blood flowed from the corners of Barty Jr.'s mouth, and he tried his best to stop himself from speaking.

"Weakness, whose weakness is Voldemort?" Fudge's eyes lit up.

"Say it quickly, quickly!"

"you…"

"Ah!" Little Barty's magic power suddenly rioted, and he rushed away from Fudge and the Aurors who were pressing him.

"bump!"

Little Barty rushed towards the Dementor and faced the Dementor's maw.

Suck!
"Ah!" Little Barty struggled, his soul continued to be absorbed by the dementors, and the remaining happiness continued to disappear...

Little Barty wanted to stick out his tongue, but he had no strength...

His last words were spat out weakly: "You helped me kill him..."

"boom!"

Like a corpse, Barty Jr. fell to the ground.

"Why didn't you stop him, Dumbledore!" Fudge said angrily.

"You are obviously capable, but he is going to reveal Voldemort's weaknesses. You..."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge coldly, and stopped his nonsense.

At this time, a note fell from Barty's clothes.

Fudge was delighted and picked it up immediately.

But soon he read out the name on the note with a stiff face and trembling: "Brie O'De?"

The Goblet of Fire lying among the vines suddenly erupted into flames, as if in response to the name.

Harry woke up from his sadness, picked up the trophy and came to Bree's side.

"It's yours, Bree."

Harry was covered in mud and his face was dusty, but he smiled easily.

"I found my own way, Brie, thank you."

Harry hugged Bree, handed the trophy to Bree, covered his eyes and ran out.

The game was really over, and Brie didn't respond to any questions and returned to the turret alone, his head spinning.

After hearing Dumbledore say that he must find a person's weaknesses in life, he conducted the experiment, targeting Barty Jr.

He also succeeded in catching Barty's weakness and made Barty lean towards him.

"That doesn't make people happy."

Bree didn't know what Barty Jr. would face, but only knew that his soul had been absorbed by the dementors, and he would sleep in pain for the rest of his life.

Bree had no intention of saving Barty Jr. What he did was evil and he never thought about correcting it.

"You still want to kill your father."

Bree opened the note, looked at the creature from the Black Lagoon, and flipped through a few more pages to find the contact information with Tom——

Tom, you will know what happened today soon... I'm sorry, you can only attend this party for me. I want to go to the Muggle world alone to see the difference between Muggles and wizards. .

Bree is not a man who fixes problems when they happen. He solves problems by finding the root cause.

At that time, he wanted to kill Voldemort, but as long as the wizarding world remains like this, there will be many Voldemorts. Bree cannot guarantee that everyone is safe, and can only deal with the evil ones.

"After going around and around, we still come back to the conflict between Muggles and wizards."

This may also be the reason why Dumbledore did not take action and allowed Voldemort to leave.

A well-informed Voldemort is much easier to deal with than an unknown third Dark Lord.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door below the turret.

Bree slowly went downstairs and opened the wooden door.

At this time, the setting sun had just cast a blush, adding a hint of calmness to Brie's face.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Bree did not let Dumbledore in, but said: "Blow the wind for a while, okay?"

The wind in early summer is very cool and can take away a lot of unpleasantness.

Dumbledore nodded kindly, turned and walked to the platform of the turret, looked at Hogwarts under the guardrail, which was covered with a layer of soft light, and said slowly: "I didn't know Moody was actually Barty Jr. Changing, he was brilliant and fooled everyone.”

Dumbledore paused and smiled helplessly.

"Perhaps you knew all along."

Bree did not hide this. He continued: "I think I gave you a chance, Dumbledore. Just ask me and I will tell you."

Dumbledore smiled and said seriously: "You can't just ask others for everything in life, you have to learn to discover it yourself."

Bree did not contradict Dumbledore.

"What do you want from me? I think you should be dealing with the following matters at this moment. Fudge will not let you go."

"Moody" is the professor invited by Dumbledore, but something went wrong, and Dumbledore will take responsibility.

"Actually," Dumbledore said helplessly: "This semester, the Ministry of Magic wants to have a Ministry of Magic official come to teach classes to facilitate the management of Hogwarts."

"But I turned them down."

Bree understood.

"So you can't escape? What class is it?" Brie wanted to skip class.

Thinking of this, Bree laughed.

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts class...why are you laughing?"

Dumbledore stared at Bree with sharp eyes.

"I was thinking... skipping class. I don't think the Ministry of Magic will send any good characters."

"Oh?" Dumbledore also laughed out loud, and he said in a daze: "I remember that when you were in first grade, you were always present in every class, you spoke very actively, and you earned points that I almost couldn't get."

Bree's face turned dark when Dumbledore said this.

"I hope you will remember it forever, Dumbledore."

"Haha, you have taught me a lesson, thank you very much... When I get along with children, I can't always tell whether I am a white wizard or the principal of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's tone was vague and low.

"In his place, in his place, Dumbledore." Bree gave Dumbledore a choice.

"Oh, yes, yes, I will try my best." Dumbledore's eyes flashed.

He said: "Your growth...I don't know how many times I have been surprised."

"Do you remember the gift I said I wanted to give you?"

"Huh?" Bree looked sideways. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Dumbledore looked very kind, like a kind old man without any scheming.

Of course, he is wise.

"For a position, I hope to apply for you to be a professor at Hogwarts...age is not a problem, and we all think you are qualified."

Dumbledore said it very seriously, and it seemed that he made his decision after careful consideration.

"Professor, what do you teach?" Bree did not refuse. He did not need to continue attending Hogwarts, but he wanted to stay at Hogwarts and continue to study magic until he reached the pinnacle.

Dumbledore was a little surprised.

"I thought you'd say no."

Bree shook her head. "Why refuse? Hogwarts is very quiet."

Not to be disturbed by outside disturbances, of course, this is when Dumbledore doesn't want to cause trouble.

Dumbledore smiled in approval. He did not say what he asked Bree to teach, but said: "Your magic shocked the wizards. It's the Unforgivable Curse."

Dumbledore sighed: "Just now, I had a brief discussion with some wizards and professors. They hope that I can let you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Bree was silent.

Seeing Bree's speechless look, Dumbledore laughed loudly and said, "We all know that legend, the curse, yes...hahaha!"

"That curse was left by Voldemort. I'm also confused as to why I can't get rid of it. It's not actually responsible..."

Dumbledore didn't say much more about it and returned to the topic.

"I did not agree to your appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This is left to the Ministry of Magic."

"I will list a separate course for the little wizards as an elective course starting in the third grade."

Bree knew what Dumbledore wanted to do.

"Natural magic, right?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"We have all seen the power of natural magic. I think after today, there will be a lot of wizards who learn natural magic, but the foundation of young wizards is too weak, and I need your help."

"Okay, I will take up my position next semester."

Brie was in fifth grade next term, and fifth grade had the Ordinary Wizarding Rank and seventh grade the Higher Wizarding Rank, but that didn't matter.

Strength is the criterion, and Brie can graduate without taking any exams.

"Here's your diploma, and here's a really good resume."

With that said, Dumbledore took out another application contract.

"Now, in the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, I formally invite Mr. Bree Olde to apply for the position of Professor of Natural Magic at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, the contract floated and emitted a soft light, waiting for Bree to sign it.

Bree used magic to write her name on it.

The contract is formed.

"Congratulations, Professor Ode."

Dumbledore winked at Bree.

"Thank you for your trust, Professor Dumbledore."

……

The next day, Bree still packed her luggage and had her last dinner of the semester in the hall.

"Ode."

It was Fleur's voice.

Draco, who was beside Bree, put down his knife and fork dissatisfiedly. He obviously didn't want to eat.

"Mademoiselle Delacour."

Hearing Bree's name, Furong smiled helplessly.

"I see."

Fleur boldly bent down and kissed Bri on the cheek, then stood up and waved to Bri.

"Goodbye, Mr. Charming."

After saying that, Fleur followed Beauxbatons' team. There were envious voices from Beauxbatons, but soon they all got on the flying carriage.

Durmstrang's students also gradually left. Most of these people looked at Bree until they got on the boat, and their voices continued to discuss.

"You've made a name for yourself. Look, the news about Voldemort's resurrection has to be placed below your page in the daily newspaper."

Draco pointed to Bridau on the front page of the new issue of the Daily Prophet.

Meanwhile Draco looked around.

"My dad said he would take me to a party and spend a few days at Oude Manor..."

"Sorry, Draco, you probably won't be able to see me at the manor, but I hope you have a good time."

"what?"

Draco froze.

Here, Brie also had breakfast.

Because there was a competition yesterday, Hogwarts specially added a breakfast today, which was very considerate.

"Let's go to the train."

Draco was confused all the way, why didn't he know that the master would not be there during the party.

"You are not polite at all." Draco complained after waiting on the train: "Then what should I do at Ode Manor?"

"Save your life." Brie replied with a smile.

Draco blushed with embarrassment. The whole family went to Ode Manor to save their lives.

Even after getting off the train, their family would go directly to Oude Manor to stay temporarily.

However, Brie didn't come home!

"Where are you going?" Draco had no choice, and he couldn't order Bree.

"Go see the Muggle world."

"Muggle world?" Draco's eyes lit up, he quickly hummed and stopped talking.

At this time, the carriage door was opened.

Astoria?
Draco said dissatisfied: "You should knock on the door, rude Greengrass."

"Is something wrong?" Brie asked.

Greengrass whispered: "Can I visit the Ode family?"

Word had spread that there was going to be a party at the Ode's house, and of course, no one knew that Bree wasn't going to attend.

"Sorry, the list has been finalized." Brie rejected Astoria.

"Are you looking for help? The blood curser is indeed a kind of torture."

Astoria looked at Bree pitifully.

Bree continued: "Next semester, I think you still have a chance...as long as you don't touch any darkness again."

"I, I understand." Astoria quickly lowered her head, walked out slowly, and closed the compartment door.

"Why help her?" Draco said.

Bree shook her head.

"You'll find out next semester."

Bridu became a professor, and it was one of his obligations to solve the little wizard's problems, but that was for the next semester.

Bree leaned back on the soft seat and exhaled.

Professor, he thought he wouldn't be like Snape, who was so angry at the stupidity of the little wizards that his head hurt.

Look, according to medicine, serious oily hair is usually caused by excessive stress and anxiety in life.

At this moment, the door was knocked again.

It was old man Adebe Woughlin, who had been looking for Bree.

"Hello, Master of Magic... Oh, it should be the Archmage. This is so similar to the ancient magic, and it is just as powerful. It makes people tremble with excitement."

Adebe Woflin approached Bree a little frantically, but soon became cautious again, and he was very respectful.

"I want to learn from you. I still have some doubts about my understanding of natural magic."

Seeing the sincere look on her face, Bree took out her notes and copied the study plan she had made for Draco and the others.

"This may be helpful to you, but I don't have any more for now."

Bree continued: "I heard that you have written textbooks?"

Adebe Woflin excitedly took the page, and then said: "Yes, small work, small work, your "Basics of Natural Magic" is the masterpiece. The content is as deep as the abyss of the sea, and the intention is as high as the sky. "

Draco on the side twitched his lips after hearing this, this old man was so good at flattering.

Bree was also a little embarrassed.

"Can you write a textbook suitable for young wizards for grades three to five based on this?"

Bree did not say why, but Adebe Waughlin had some information from Dumbledore.

Adebe Woflin's face was rosy, his eyes were bright, and he said excitedly: "Of course, this is my honor."

"As soon as you need it, I will compile it as soon as possible."

Adebe Woflin knows the basics of natural magic by heart. It is easy to write textbooks based on these materials, and he can also verify his knowledge from them.

The point is, this is a matter of history.

"It'll be fine before the next school day at Hogwarts." Bree was not in a hurry.

"I will, I will compile it as soon as possible." Adebe Woflin quickly withdrew, it seemed that he couldn't wait.

"Textbook?" Draco looked at Bree suspiciously.

"You'll find out next term, Malfoy-san."

(End of this chapter)