Chapter 674： 1 wave 3 fold

In the headmaster's office, Phoenix whispered in Dumbledore's ear.

"Gellert was taken away? Well...the attitude of those people is bad, Fox, and we can't expect everyone to think the same way. They just do business." Dumbledore comforted softly, and Fox lowered his head and let He can touch his own feathers.

Felix brushed the air in front of him, and a mirror appeared out of thin air.

Magic symbols flickered on the edge of the mirror, and the mirror surface was rippling like water waves. Penetrating through the layers of fog, a still image was revealed: it was a grass field with a huge Ouroboros hanging in the air.

Dumbledore stared at the mirror, and after a moment he cheered up.

"Felix, it's just the two of us now, and I have something to tell you while Harry needs a little time.

Felix gave Fawkes a disturbed, wary look, which shrank pitifully.

"It just so happens that I have something to ask, is it worth it, Albus?

Dumbledore smiled lightly.

"Just a year ago, around this time, Voldemort asked me the same question." He looked at the scene in the mirror and said with some difficulty: "My answer was the same as then: it was worth it."

Felix frowned.

"I thought you'd come up with a better solution than one life-for-one plus two soul projections.\"

"It's a necessary price to pay... for the greater good."

"I can't think of any benefit greater than an archmage." Felix said calmly: "You showed me that prophecy, and you know better than me how important an archmage is in the current situation. "

"But the question is, what do people want from me?" said Dumbledore lightly. "Wisdom? Force? Prestige? I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to their expectations even if I'm intact."

"You did it half a century ago." Felix raised his voice slightly. "I remember a book calling you the 'protector of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards.'"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

"You also said it was to protect people and nothing else. You should know what happened to me - my sister became a silent one, my poor father died tragically in Azkaban, my mother took care of Ariana Losing a life knows the source of all this pain. Felix, I was full of resentment and I hope you understand what the word stands for, so I hit it off with Gellert. At that time, I was no more dangerous than Geller Very little!"

Felix let out a light breath, dispelling the chill in his heart.

"Are you afraid of being the second Grindelwald?"

"Yes, I am afraid," Dumbledore said frankly. "Only I know how close I am to that step. I have never thought of abusing Muggles, but I tacitly acknowledge that some innocent people will be harmed. The number got bigger and bigger as I discussed it with Gellert, and I was numbing my conscience with empty excuses. Then reality hit me hard. I woke up, but the price was too high to bear... so I always remind myself that I can't have rights, only school is for me."

"In the years since then I have sheltered young wizards from Muggle families as much as possible, against Muggle abuse, against war, have you noticed, Felix? All of this is natural under the normal operation of the Statute of Secrecy. Happened. But when it all reversed? If the tragedies that happened to me came to me again and again, if I had the right to control the world, would I still be able to keep a clear head? Lost wisdom, force And prestige is a hazard instead.”

Tears fell from the tip of his nose.

Felix's heart seemed to be blocked by something.

A moment of silence. At this time, Harry appeared in the picture, looking up at the Ouroboros in mid-air-he could clearly perceive that this huge patron saint had a part of his own magic and emotions.

Dumbledore held out his hand, "I think it's time to transfer the spell.\"

"Is there still time?" Felix asked in a low voice.

He looked into the mirror, where Harry was waving his wand, and the giant ouroboros twisted and froze for a while,

The Ouroboros suddenly collapsed, dispersing into a silver rain of light. Such as the morning mist in the mountains and forests, when the sun shines, it instantly vanishes into nothingness.

"Enough is enough, it's actually very simple." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "It's just that when the spell is transferred, my magic power must be removed first, and then replaced with yours. This may take a few hours.

"Let's begin, then." Felix lowered his eyes and said, knowing that he had taken over a heavy responsibility from Dumbledore.

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago, and something far-reaching in the future is about to happen.

"Ron? Hermione? Why are you here?" Harry shook Snape's greasy hair uncomfortably, surprised to see the two trotting upstairs.

Ron was dumbfounded, apparently not expecting to bump into Snape. Hermione stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, Professor Snape, we want to come up and see - oh, I mean, we've kept order as the professors told us, and now all the underclassmen are back The lounge is over, and only some senior students are still in the auditorium, and they don’t want to leave one by one.”

Harry blinked, almost forgetting that he was holding Snape's face now.

"I see," he said calmly. After that, keep going down.

"It's incredible to have escaped like this!" Ron patted his chest and said fearfully, "I thought I would definitely be punished. If I get locked up, the last vacation of the semester will be lost. What's wrong with you?

Hermione? "

Hermione stared blankly at the corner of the stairs where Harry had just disappeared.

"It's strange that Professor Snape called us by our names."

"Oh! It's really strange to say that." Ron scratched his head. "But we'd better meet Harry first. Even if we don't see him, we can ask other professors about the situation."

"Well, you're right," said Hermione, and the two continued upstairs.

At the same time, in a room with closed doors and windows on the second floor of the castle, Professor McGonagall kept wringing his fingers in the dark, occasionally alerting the unconscious man on the sofa—not long ago, they were colleagues.

knock knock!

The knock on the door woke her up. She took out the lace handkerchief, wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to her usual solemn appearance. Then she opened the door to the office, and outside stood Professor Sprout.

"Pomona, you're back! Oh, and you guys, please come in!"

Professor Sprout walked in and exchanged glances with McGonagall. A dark-skinned man came in after him. He didn't look young anymore, his face was serious, the wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his mouth, which were pulled down by his gauze, were curved in the same arc. He was wearing a dark blue wizard's robe, with a neckline. With a brooch pinned to him, his grey curly hair was clinging to the top of his head when he came in and took off his hat.

Without waiting for Professor Sprout's introduction, he offered to extend a hand.

"Hello, I'm Babajid Aguimbad."

Professor McGonagall was slightly surprised, "The new president of the International Federation of Wizards?" Babajid nodded, and at this time four capable wizards in formal suits also came in, "They are from the law enforcement team I brought here. player,

Responsible for this **** operation - a Rodney. ' he said calmly, and a middle-aged wizard walked over to the sofa and lit his wand to examine the unconscious Grindelwald.

"Go away, you ugly bird," the team member said, and Fox, who was the light source in the room, glared at him disapprovingly.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Can you turn on the lights?" Babajid said. "It's a little dim. My teammates might not be able to see."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said nothing. She took out her wand and waved, and soft light fell from the ceiling, and the office suddenly became very bright.

"Magic lamp?" Babajid said with interest. "I've been looking for a chance to chat with Mr. Hepp about that mess, and of course Dumbledore. I'd like to hear his wisdom, but business matters. "

Sprout suddenly let out a scream, and the two turned their heads to look, and Sprout stammered: "He, he used a stinging spell."

"Mr. Agimbad, your law enforcement process is brutal. This is abuse," said Professor McGonagall sternly.

"No, it's a necessary check, Professor," the teammate said with a grin and raised his head, "No problem! He slept soundly, and then the Binding Charm, the Imprisoning Charm, the Whispering Charm—I see There was an internal document that said he was tongue-in-cheek—"

Babajid cleared his throat, "Rodney, execute as planned, you don't need to show your eloquence here." Rodney stopped talking, but took out the shiny handcuffs and foot mirrors again and put them on Grindelwald .

One player pushed open the door, another raised his wand and pointed at Grindelwald, under the influence of handcuffs and foot mirrors,

Grindelwald's body floated in mid-air, his head and limbs hanging limply.

"Mr. Arginbad," said Professor McGonagall solemnly, "I don't know if Dumbledore told you,

But he wants the whole process to be kept strictly private, especially if it doesn't bring him back to his senses. "

Babajid replied calmly, "You're right."

He made an arc in the air with his wand, and Grindelwald's face was covered by a black mask. Seeing that Professor McGonagall wanted to say something, he smiled: "Okay, Professor, take me to Dumbledore.

Professional matters are left to them. These young men deal with the most dangerous prisoners all year round. "

Professor McGonagall's lips pursed into a slit. She walked last. When everyone was out, she stood at the door and looked at Phoenix, "Thank you, Fox. You can go back." Fox nodded at her, Zhang Open wide wings, body ablaze. Then Professor McGonagall closed the door to his office.

A ray of fire shone through the crack of the door to her feet, and then moved away.

"Is that a phoenix?" Babajid said suddenly in surprise, "I didn't see it just now."

"It's called Fox," said Professor McGonagall absentmindedly. "Mr. Arginbad, there's something you may not know - Principal Dumbledore has handed in his resignation to the school board, and today... well, he,

He can't wait to start a trip," she sniffed, "I'm not sure you'll see him. "

They crossed the corridor to the spiral staircase when there was a commotion downstairs. "What happened?" Professor Sprout asked suspiciously. She glanced downstairs when a silver transparent head suddenly emerged from the steps, startling her.

"Killing! Someone's killing!" cried Peeves excitedly, whistling loudly.

Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "What's the matter, Peeves? Are you playing a prank?" Peeves was startled, and he was a little afraid of Professor McGonagall, so he replied in a slick tone:

"There's a conflict, Professor, little crying bag versus some grown-ups, wand versus wand," Peeves said solemnly, "I was just going to tell Filch that maybe his little stick could separate people.

"Little crying bag? Student?" Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were tightly twisted into a ball, and she hurried downstairs.

"Yeah, that Longbottom—but he's not as fun now as he was in first or second grade," Peeves chased after her, humming and humming along the way with his legs pretending to be on the stairs. "Shut up, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall roared back, she had come to the first floor, and the hall was surrounded by water.

I don't know who shouted "Professor McGonagall is here!" The crowd split to both sides with a "swish", allowing Professor McGonagall to see the two sides facing each other. One side is naturally four members of the law enforcement team of the International Federation of Wizards, and the other side

"Longbottom! Abbott! Finnigan! Thomas! Goldstein! Greengrass!" Professor McGonagall called out one after another, wands in hand, and she turned to the other side, "and What do you two, Weasley and Lovegood, do you want?"

The student whose name was named, San Shanshan lowered the tip of his stick, and they all looked at one person, it turned out to be Neville

"Mr. Longbottom, you did all this? Give me a reason." Professor McGonagall's chest heaved violently.

"I also want to know, who are they?" Neville blushed and shouted, pointing at the four law enforcement members of the International Confederation of Wizards: "I came out of the auditorium with Hannah and saw them dragging their feet very rudely. He led a man downstairs, and although his face was covered, I recognized it as Professor Bagshot, and I clearly remember the pattern on his clothes and trousers!"

"They are law enforcement officers of the International Confederation of Wizards," said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Mr Longbottom,

You are too impulsive. "

"That's why you didn't see what they did?" Neville shouted, his eyes red. "They, they

—A." He stammered in anger.

Hannah Abbott took his hand and said in his place:

"Professor McGonagall, we really don't know the identities of these people, but they just didn't look like law enforcement at all, like thugs who broke into the school. They made Professor Bagshot's knee hit the steps and his head was on the ground. You know, Neville respects Professor Bagshot very much. He came up to ask a few questions, and was attacked with a spell."

The students were immediately outraged.

Professor McGonagall widened his eyes and turned to look at the four members of the law enforcement team. They stood there with expressionless faces. At this time, Babajid came over and asked seriously, "Rodney, is what this student said true?"

"It seems to be the case." Rodney curled his lips. "Who can explain why so many students speak for a dark wizard who does all kinds of evil?"

"What evidence do you have for saying that?" a student exclaimed indignantly.

"Evidence?" Rodney said contemptuously. "How many of these things are needed. You don't know what he did when he was young, if he hadn't been sheltered."

"Rodney!" Babajid snapped.

He looked around, thought for a moment, and said, "Allow me to introduce myself to you all: Babajid Aguimbad, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards--I." The students around looked at him in surprise, and then with confirmation. To Professor McGonagall, she nodded lightly.

There was a murmur in the hallway.

"I assure myself on the basis of my reputation that the man in front of me is definitely a dark wizard, and he is the most dangerous kind. He escaped from the prison where he was held a year ago, and this time it was also Headmaster Dumbledore who handed him over to his uniform. for us," Babajid said.

The students looked at each other. Is it another fake Moody? However, the fugitive went to Hogwarts to apply for a professorship, and he was quite bold. Even Professor Blake had to clear his grievances before becoming a teacher.

"Of course, I know you don't know it, so this courage to protect the teacher is commendable. I can also not hold you accountable, but if you go one step further, it is a violation of the law. You should think about it clearly." Finally, his tone became more severe.

Many students showed timid and timid expressions. Babajid looked around, waved his hands, and the four members left with the unconscious Grindelwald.

"Wait, uh-- Mr. Agimbad?" Neville took a bold step and whispered, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I wanted to ask if I could have a word with Professor Bagshot. Just a few words, I want to ask clearly in person-"

"Absolutely not!"

This sentence was not spoken by Babajid, but came from Professor McGonagall's mouth. "I won't allow anyone to wake him up," she said resolutely, with all the astonished eyes.

There was silence in the foyer, only the player surnamed Rodney snorted, and the man next to him tugged on his sleeve, and they walked out of the castle across the crowd. Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Although she didn't know the reason, she finally completed the task that Albus explained.

"Okay, let's go," she said sternly, turning her head. "Get out of here, prefect? ​​Take responsibility.

The students were all scattered, discussing what had just happened and the identity of Professor Bagshot, only Neville was stunned in place He took out the broken looking glass from his pocket, he imagined There are many possibilities, but I never expected this kind of parting scene.

On the other side, four law enforcement members came to the carriage halfway up the castle.

"You are a little impulsive, Rodney, I know your family has a grudge against Grindelwald," said one of the team members, who controlled Grindelwald into the carriage, and then got in himself. "But you shouldn't attack that student, even to scare one"

"I don't."

"what?"

"I didn't want to scare him, I wanted to stun him directly. But I don't know why, the spell hit him clearly,

But it didn't work. "Rodney was also puzzled, he stared at his wand, is there something wrong?

He glanced at Grindelwald, who was sandwiched between the two members, and waved his wand at random. Grindelwald's exposed skin suddenly became red and swollen, as if he had been beaten by a whip.

"Rodney! I warned you a"

"I'm sorry, Captain." Rodney shrugged, looking down at his wand. "It didn't work. So why? Some kind of hidden defensive spell?"

While talking, the inside of the car suddenly bumped, and the black carriage ran towards the dark night sky. The breathing under the black mask became rapid, and the skin on the wrist, like a welt or a bee sting, suddenly turned red.

At this moment, in the principal's office, both hands were tightly clasped together.

The mysterious and bizarre patterns gradually emerged, and then climbed Felix's wrist as if alive.

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