A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There were still traces of the battle on the edge of Hogsmeade, and Voldemort took a moment to remember.

Although he escaped last time, he has also played against two of the world's top wizards one after another, and the threat assessment of Voldemort by the Ministry of Magic of various countries has risen sharply.

With the headmaster of Ilvermorny School in the United States as a lesson, no one dares to underestimate this evil force entrenched in the United Kingdom. Even the decisive battle half a century ago has been repeatedly mentioned. Many newspapers have publicly used the term "second generation". The Dark Lord' called him.

Voldemort was wandering the streets of Hogsmeade at the moment, looking for his purpose.

He was looking for a place, not the sticky lovers' tea house, nor the owl post office full of bird droppings and noise. He saw the Three Broomsticks bar in the distance, and he weighed in his heart, and then he saw a deep small lane.

His long-standing memory was touched, he walked in with a little sadness, and stopped at the door of a small bar.

Nothing seems to have changed here - the tattered wooden signboard, the rusted stand, the wind blowing, the wooden signboard and stand swaying together. Crude shouts of wine wafted out through the heavily grime-covered bay window.

"Hey!"

Voldemort pushed the door and walked into the Hog's Head, bringing in the cold wind of the early February night. The scene in front of him was even more familiar to him: a dozen or so hidden guests sitting in the bar, wearing veils and hoods, as if it were the latest trend.

With just a cursory look, he could tell that there were at least three tables of guests engaged in illegal transactions.

The waiter at the bar was pushing a glass of blue-fired wine to the guy in the hood, and then the waiter, Aberforth, continued to wipe the empty wine glass, while he casually raised his head, his movements suddenly froze.

The sound of the glass shattering drew the attention of the other guests, who looked at Aberforth and then turned their wary eyes on Voldemort.

"Sigh~"

There was a terrible gasp. The temperature in the dingy, cramped, dimly lit room seemed to drop to freezing in an instant.

"God, You-Know-Who!" cried a wizard by the fireplace.

He was covered in blood-stained bandages, and it was difficult for him to be welcomed by the three brooms not far away, but he was able to show up in the pig's head bar, which is why this small bar can be maintained forever.

The wizard hurried to his feet, knocked over the table in front of him with too much force, and took out his wand—not for attack—but to Apparate.

Then there was a flash of green light, and he fell to the ground, his wide-eyed eyes showing the restlessness before his death.

Voldemort saluted lazily, holding his wand. "I'm going to entertain a guest, so everyone, I hope you can do me a favor."

For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to freeze.

The skinny wizard with dark circles and suspected vampire screamed: "He wants to kill everyone!" Voldemort's eyes moved slowly, the corners of his mouth sneered, he raised his wand, and the strange guests in the pig's head bar were like wheat fall down-

The revolt began, and so did the slaughter.

Someone else tried to Apparate, but was strangled to death by a shadow in the darkness wrapped around his neck. Desperate cries and the faint glow of incantations across the air were trapped in this dimly lit bar, and no one could escape.

Within a minute, there were only three people left in the room.

Aberforth summoned the Patronus, who was to spread the news of Voldemort's arrival. The physical Goat Patronus passed through the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. After the killing, Voldemort calmed down and stared at the face that looked like Dumbledore.

If it was just similar in appearance, he wouldn't care at all, and he would kill him easily, but Aberforth was not only not weak, but far surpassed the level of ordinary wizards, and his will to resist was extremely tenacious, which brought some trouble to Voldemort—— Insignificant, but enough to make him look at it differently.

For Voldemort, who was obsessed with the power of blood, powerful and similar to Dumbledore, these characteristics made him connect Aberforth with Dumbledore. He stared at Aberforth's bright blue eyes blazing with rage under his dirty glasses, and his wisps of grey hair and beard, the more he looked.

The failed job search experience from decades ago came to my mind:

He was ambitious and prepared to spread his influence to the entire magical world. He chose the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts as his springboard, but his plan died before it even started. Dumbledore ruthlessly rejected him, pointing out the embarrassing fact that his servant was at the Hog's Head.

He remembered Dumbledore's own admission that he had a good relationship with the local bartender...

"So it is." Voldemort smiled, with a wicked look on his face, and he waved his arm twice, and two more wizards fell, leaving Aberforth alone.

Aberforth looked solemn, he knew that he could not escape, and there was hope before, but he insisted on a contest, which turned out to be a wrong choice, he was not an opponent. He was the only one left now, and it was as difficult to Apparate in front of Voldemort.

"Who are you, Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked softly.

"Bah!" Aberforth spat on the ground, mixed with the meandering blood. He raised his wand.

The battle ended quickly.

In spite of all evidence of Aberforth's stubborn resistance, and even though half the walls of the Hog's Head were in ruins, Voldemort won easily. He waved the snake wooden staff slowly, and a few snake-like ropes sprang from the tip of the staff, trapping Aberforth firmly.

He was hung upside down from the crumbling ceiling.

Voldemort was very satisfied. He paced up to Aberforth and watched him struggle, leisurely fetching a bottle of wine and a glass from the bar shelf, but both the bottle and the glass were too dirty, and he disliked it. Throw it away and ask in an almost whispering voice: "Can you talk now? Who are you from Dumbledore? A relative, or... a brother?"

"You... sheep shit... scum..." Aberforth spat out a few scattered words from his **** mouth, which didn't sound like good words.

"You have to learn to fear the strong, has no one taught you? Or are you illiterate?" said Queen Voldemort, and with a wave of his hand, the snake-like rope tightly wrapped around Aberforth's neck, he said calmly, " Gouging out the bone—"

Depressed screams sounded.

"Hope you can get to Dumbledore to save you."

Compared with the tragedy in the Hog's Head Bar, the sword castle in Diagon Alley is like a flaming sword, attracting everyone's attention. The sharp blade pointed straight up, rolling up thick black smoke. In the darkness, more than a dozen black-robed wizards continued to add fire, and the building debris that fell from the sword castle smashed the ground into burning deep pits.

The strikers stationed in Diagon Alley fought fiercely with the black-robed wizards.

"Damn, they actually used fiery fire! Do they want to completely destroy this place?" A hitter hid behind Ollivander's window, suddenly stretched out his arm and threw a few spells, hitting a rushing enemy. fall.

But Holt's heart kept falling. He didn't know what was going on in the ministry, but it had been five minutes since the distress signal was sent, and the support from the ministry had been delayed. Right now, there were only two emergency teams in Diagon Alley. , the daily patrol is completely enough, but in the face of sudden attacks, this person seems to be stretched.

It didn't take long before they had to give up guarding the communal fireplace in Diagon Alley and fight their way down the street.

With a few loud bangs, Holt knew the historic fireplace had been blown to smithereens. There will be no support any time soon.

He panted, looking out at the sword castle in the distance, the magical building seemed to be crumbling, and he hoped that there wouldn't be too many people inside, maybe they had Apparated and fled. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, suspecting that his eyes were blurred.

A person appeared silently at the gate of Sword Castle, looking up at the flaming torch.

With the help of the flickering firelight, Holt saw the profile of the man, with short black hair, blue eyes, and a tall, thin stature. Holt wanted to scream, but he was too far away, and then he saw a shocking scene. The surrounding fire spontaneously gathered in the man's hand, condensed into the shape of a long sword, the fire flashed, and a careless standing The dark wizard not far away was pierced by the flame sword, and the next second, a large amount of flame burst out from the black wizard's body, and it burned into coke in the blink of an eye.

Holt seemed to be pinned to the spot and couldn't move. At this moment, a spell struck from the corner, but it missed and hit the window glass, cutting the metal fence in half neatly. He hurriedly squatted down and threw a few spells at random. He knew that he must not have hit anyone.

"Come in, kid! Hurry!" a voice said from overhead, and Holt looked up to see Ollivander with white hair waving at him through the window.

Holt almost dropped his chin. Didn't the old man go on vacation abroad? He crawled into the house, the door slammed shut, and he asked eagerly, "Are you really Mr. Ollivander?"

"Shut up," Ollivander said, hiding behind a pile of old boxes, watching what was going on outside.

"But you're not—"

"That's fake news, it's a lie, I've been hiding in the basement of the shop," Ollivander muttered, "Have to do this, and a lot of stick makers have suffered for a while, I don't want to imagine Rigovic vanished like that...just a few of you at the Ministry of Magic? Why aren't there so many Death Eaters?"

"There are only two teams in Diagon Alley now, and the fireplace is destroyed," Holt explained.

"Why didn't I see it?" Ollivander whispered.

The shouting outside suddenly weakened, and Felix glanced into the hall. Although it was a mess, there were no corpses. Remus and a dozen staff were protected by a group of tall and burly magic guards, and twenty. Multiple dark wizards fight.

The surface of these large puppets is rippling with light like water waves, and ordinary spells do not work at all. Rather than saying it was evenly matched, it would be better to say that Remus and the others dragged the group.

What's more, these employees are also fully armed with a full range of anti-curse products.

Felix turned his head and appeared high in the sky, spread out the book of rune, and slashed black lightning down one after another. In just a few seconds, the enemies outside the sword castle were cleared out. He walked into the sword castle hall, inside. Still fighting fiercely, the group of dark wizards didn't notice Felix's arrival, or - the people who were guarding outside didn't have time to notify.

"Can we get out?" shouted a dark wizard. "We can't get in! Those rock bumps are so solid, harder than metal!"

"No! Have to wait for that person to come," said another, who seemed to be in the lead.

Felix also noticed this person, and quickly found the corresponding name on the Death Eater list, "Lestrange..." is a member of the Lestrange family. "Are you waiting for me?" He walked towards the battlefield, his fingers cut through the air, and black smoke billowed away.

"It's Felix Happ! Here he is, go!"

Someone shouted, and they Apparated, but it was too late, Felix was a little disappointed that Bellatrix Lestrange could not be found among these people, but it was not in the plan , Voldemort has not been cornered, and there is no greater temptation to separate him from the only Horcrux.

He waved again, the hall was covered in silver light, and in the blink of an eye they seemed to be taken to a completely strange place. Before he could react, overwhelming golden flames filled this special space.

They were burned to ashes in the mind space.

In reality, the dark wizards lost their minds, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes rolled up involuntarily. Penello took the opportunity to knock them out before they noticed the abnormality.

"This is?"

Cremy pointed to Felix, and Penello suddenly realized, showing a surprised expression. She stared at these dark wizards, who had already escaped from their special state, "Quick—" one of them shouted, and before the word "run" was finished, their bodies became rigid again, as if they were being swayed by an invisible handle The hammer hit the back of the head hard.

The others in the sword castle stopped one after another, and the dark wizards staggered out a few steps and fell down.

Felix found the 'Lestrange', squatted down and opened his eyes, looked at each other, the eyes of 'Lestrange' magically turned silver-gray, after a while, Felix stood up stand up.

He waved his wand, and the fiery flames that kept burning inside and outside the sword castle converged towards him. The tip of the wand seemed to hide a black hole with infinite suction. In the end it all comes together and becomes a small ball.

Felix took it off gently and held it in his hand, like a warm glass ball.

"Felix." Lupin came over, "These people..."

"Lock them up first. The Ministry of Magic has no time to send someone to receive them. How did you go through here? Are there any casualties?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"No casualties." Lupin panted, looking at the man lying on the ground in the distance, he couldn't help smiling, "The attack happened after get off work, most of them went back, I gathered the rest, I escaped the first wave of attacks. Then I activated the puppet guards and let the employees who were not good at fighting leave from the fireplace, so it took a while, and the remaining people who volunteered to stay behind to defend the company followed the puppet guards to the hall, just in time with these people hit."

"To be honest, the strength of the enemy..." He frowned, "It's not quite what I remembered. It's like a makeshift, with only a few good players. In fact, we can play more aggressively, but I didn't do that. . Penello they are not fighters."

"You're right," Felix nodded, "Voldemort's power is simply not strong enough to fight against Hogwarts, Epcot, and the Ministry of Magic at the same time. I probably looked at their memories. How many of these people are? It consists of a Death Eater and a dark wizard whom they have recruited and threatened. The task is to create as much chaos as possible. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic is in a similar situation."

"If this is the case, the casualties will be much less." Lupin analyzed, "How about the school?"

"Well, everything was fine when I came here. Now, it's hard to say..."

"Go back quickly! I can handle this here, I promise, when you come back, everything will be back to normal." Lupin said quickly.

Felix smiled lightly and stepped out, the scene in front of him changed quickly——

At Hogwarts, Frank and Alice, disguised as students, were holding the Marauder's Map and staring at the name belonging to 'Avery'. Suddenly there was a clutter of footsteps from the spiral staircase. The two looked at each other. He looked down at the string of extra student names on the map.

After getting the brooms, the students scattered to the various entrances of the school, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, and a few others rushed to the castle gate and were surprised to find that the door was locked, Filch Guard at the door.

"By the order of Vice Principal McGonagall, all students cannot step out of the castle." Filch said with a stern face.

"Oh, don't," said Hermione, "we want to help, and we can, and the professor is right behind the door, right? Filch, sir, we can't let them fight alone. Goblin, and werewolves, vampires, or whatever..."

"He won't get out of the way," Fred said angrily. "Why don't I give him a—"

But Filch thought about it and really stepped aside.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch," Hermione said fiercely, and she pointed at her wand, and the door opened silently, and the professors could be heard chanting spells in the distance. "They should be on the stone steps, yes, that's it!"

They walked out of the oak gate one by one, and Filch grabbed Mafalda, who was blank and didn't know why she was here. Same as Luna next to him. "You can't go! You're too young..." Filch said with bulging eyes. He stared at Mafalda and said hesitantly, "You, you're a freshman? What's your name?"

Mafalda turned to look at Luna and pointed, "I don't know, ask her!"

"What's the matter?" Ron came over angrily. He was sitting on the broom just now, but an emergency happened. When he saw Mafalda, he took a breath, "Why are you here?"

Filch and Mafalda looked at Luna, and Ron turned his head stiffly, praying he wouldn't hear an outrageous answer. Luna said happily: "Didn't I say hello to you before, I was there—"

"You found Mafalda behind that door?" Ron muttered, remembering what had happened earlier, when Luna had tried to open a door.

"Yeah, I saw her and Umbridge go in, and after a while she was the only one who came out and locked it from the outside. I felt weird and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside, only to find out later It's not Umbridge..." Luna spread her hands.

"You fool, Luna, obviously Umbridge used Potion Potion!" Ron yelled at her.

"You must not yell at her!" Mafalda cried.

"Don't make trouble!" Ron yelled back~www.readwn.com~ He roughly shoved Mafalda into Filch's hands, like a piece of junk, "Um... Excuse me, Cough cough, help to watch her, don't let her run away."

"Ron!" someone shouted in the distance.

"Oh, shit, I have to go support Harry," said Ron, trotting to the platform outside the gate and riding a broom with the twins and Neville.

At this moment, another voice sounded behind them——

"Wait a minute!" Alice ran over, panting. "You—should not—go out—it's too dangerous out there—"

"Is it over? Who is this—" Fred said annoyed, looking like he wanted to hit someone. Seeing Alice's face, Hermione looked like hell, she pulled his sleeve so hard that she almost pulled him off the broom, "Ouch! Hermione, what are you doing?" "She's Neville's mother..." Hermione Min whispered, and Fred was taken aback.

"Does Neville know?" Fred asked in a low voice, and George pressed him back when he tried to eavesdrop. Hermione shook her head.

Alice Longbottom stared at Neville: "You're young—"

"Not too young," said Neville, looking eagerly into the distance, seven or eight minutes since Harry left. He said bluntly: "You can choose to stay in the castle, I choose to support Harry, which is normal."

"No, I mean, they'll be all right, you just need to stay safe in the castle and the adults will take care of everything, boys—" Alice said eagerly, taking Neville's hand, "Think about your parents!"

"I'm sorry," Neville said, "they'll be proud of me." He took a deep look at Alice, kicked hard, and flew high into the air.

Fred on the side gave a thumbs up. He, George and Ron flew in the direction of Hagrid's hut.