Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 168 The Illuminati

In the quiet room, after more than ten minutes, there was an intermittent rustling sound.

It was the sound of a quill rubbing against parchment.

Braden came back from nowhere, his face was gloomy.

"The guard point next to the Auror office was attacked," he said sullenly, "Just now, three of our colleagues died, and the female student named Catherine was rescued by the attacker!"

Dumbledore and others opened their mouths slightly, and everyone seemed very surprised.

It was hard for them to imagine that someone would dare to attack the Ministry of Magic now?

The last person who did this kind of thing was the mysterious man, that is, Voldemort, or——

Tom Riddle.

"Only Catherine was rescued?" Hardy asked.

"That's right, there must be something secret about that person, the other three are all dead!" Braden's voice seemed to be screaming.

He pushed open the door vigorously, and the drowsy Auror quickly stood up, "What did this Mr. Browning explain? Ha! It's really not easy, you arranged for the attackers to kill our colleague and the three student?"

"What are you talking about?" Filch put down his quill, a look of horror on his face.

"Catherine was rescued, and everyone else died. What's the secret about that female student?"

Braden wanted to pounce, but Hardy stopped him, and Filch was so stimulated by the news that he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Albus! You save him!" screamed Professor McGonagall, seeing Filch pass out.

A silver-white phoenix flickered out of Dumbledore's wand immediately, protecting Filch tightly inside.

"I'm very sorry about the attack on the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore looked at Braden, "but I have to take Filch to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries first."

Seeing Dumbledore and others leave in a hurry, Hardy grabbed the parchment on the table and quickly browsed.

"Filch has nothing to do with those attackers." After reading the other party's confession, Hardy said.

Catherine and three other Manchester students were children he had secretly "adopted" from a Muggle orphanage.

Although there was no formal procedure, of course there was no way to do it, but Filch cared a lot about these four people.

It was he who funded the four of them to receive a good Muggle education, and at the same time gave the magic manuscript stolen from Hogwarts to each other for study.

This role of teacher and father is the motivation for him to persist in Hogwarts.

"I, Argus Filch, a ridiculous Squib, the one hated by all little wizards."

"I don't have a lover, and I don't have the talent to learn magic, but at least I can work diligently and earn a few Galleons at Hogwarts with my own hands."

"..."

"I just lack a little luck and a little chance. If I can cast magic, I should be a professor at Hogwarts by now."

"I never care about who is an orthodox wizard and who is a wandering wizard. Maybe those four children will be the best work and greatest achievement in my life."

"It's them that allow me to prove myself."

After Braden read Filch's mental journey on the parchment, his frown slightly eased.

The content on the parchment was messy, but it still gave some necessary information.

such as--

Where did Filch get the grimoires that Filch gave to those four students?

The other party's answer was picked up by chance from the gathering of black wizards in Spider's End Alley.

Those elusive dark wizards would always come up with strange things at the rally, and Filch exchanged a few bottles of healing potions he stole from Madam Pomfrey for them.

"It seems that this Hogwarts administrator's hands and feet are not clean, is it?" Braden said playfully.

The source of the magic book is clear, but there are other problems.

That is, why would Filch signal the four students to follow the attacker's orders?

This, he explained, never had.

After learning that Catherine and others had encountered the disappearance of the wizard, his first reaction was to warn them to stay away from everything, to hide and protect themselves as much as possible.

"I don't know why this happened, maybe someone replaced the message I left in the laundromat."

"Catherine!" Braden put away Filch's confession, "Only the female student was rescued, who else could have done it?"

Boom!

There was a huge explosion in the room the two were in, and the walls along the street were completely shattered. The flying fragments made it too late for the Aurors to react, and bloodstains were drawn on their arms.

"Attack! Someone attacked!"

Hardy and Braden, who were behind the British city wall, looked at the figures walking out of the dust unexpectedly, and their pupils shrank.

"Well, to be honest, it wasn't very easy to find the two of you."

The wizard shrouded in white light waved the wand in his hand, "You shouldn't get involved, maybe you can save your life."

"Catch him!" Braden shouted angrily. "According to Article 372 of the "Magic World Security Management Regulations", we Aurors have the right to arrest you—"

"Ah—what is that—"

One after another exclamation came from the throats of several Aurors.

The figure shrouded in white light suddenly raised his magic wand high, "Support—the light—"

In an instant, the magic in the air began to rippling violently, and with a "crack", a blazing orange-red flame gushed out from the opponent's wand.

"Bemos Shireva!"

The deep chant brought a huge burning fire dragon to the scene, and the scorching breath seemed to ignite the air.

"You have caused the master a lot of trouble, and I am sorry to have to take you two away."

The wizard in front of him raised his wand wrapped in flames, and the fire dragon flicked its tail violently, sending several Aurors flying.

Braden brandished a powerful stun spell, and beams of white light slammed into the huge body of the fire dragon, burning it up in an instant.

"How can this guy be so powerful? His wand keeps bursting into flames!" Braden said with a serious face.

A burst of fiery breath struck, igniting the entire room, and the crackling sound continued.

Under the cover of the British city wall, Hardy and Braden retreated smoothly to the open space outside the room.

Fortunately, this place is located in the outskirts of London, and the Confusion Charm was cast earlier to avoid the detection of Muggles, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would have to be busy erasing the memories of a large number of people for a while.

"Hoohoho!"

The giant dragon wrapped in flames moved its huge body and crushed it, with overwhelming momentum.

Braden and the injured Auror launched a fierce counterattack, but Hardy marveled at the strength of the opponent.

"Oh!"

Facing the ravages of the huge fire dragon, Hardy held the Yingji Flash, and a bullet smoothly penetrated its right eye.

More blazing flames gushed out from its wound, completely turning the place into a sea of ​​fire.

"Nice job, buddy," Braden cast "Clear as a Spring", trying to extinguish the surrounding flames, "Give this stupid guy some more color!"

The wizard shrouded in white light began to look surprised. He quickly walked across to Hardy, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Oh, there are still wizards like you in the British magic world? Well, let me think about it, ha, alchemist! "

"Illuminati, Phil Anthony."

The incoming wizard waved a flame-wrapped wand and saluted: "Before you become a missing wizard, can you be lucky enough to know your name?"

Shaking the flame wand, the dragon behind him suddenly flapped its wings and hovered over Hardy condescendingly.

(End of this chapter)