My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 123 The Headmaster's Whereabouts

It was Judge Shafik who had a relationship with Nelson who was confronting Principal Armando Dippet at a distance. He once presided over the trial of Dumbledore as a representative of the Wizengamot.

As the principal, Armando Dippet has not appeared in Hogwarts for a long time. Many people are speculating where he went, and some even claimed that he had died in the attack of the saints, but those The wild speculation was obviously wrong, because he appeared on the streets of Paris at this moment.

For more than a year, with the help of a few portraits, he followed the footsteps of several wizards who were suspected of being saints, and finally locked his target in a shop in the hidden place.

"Shafiq, I'm not crazy," Dippet raised his wand, pointed at Judge Shafiq, and said in a deep voice, "I thought you were the only one who could understand me best, but it seems that you and those people Just as cowardly!"

"Isn't the one who understands you the most, Albus Dumbledore?" Judge Shafik asked, shaking his beard, "I understand your anger, I understand your hatred, and I understand your impulse at the moment even more. , but listen to me, Dippet, you should take this matter to Dumbledore."

"Albus?" Principal Dippet shook his head, the hand holding the wand tightly did not tremble at all, his body was not as tough as an old man of this age, it was quite different from the dying look he saw in Nelson's sorting school, he was extremely angry Laughing, he gritted his teeth and said, "I thought he was the most ideal successor, able to end everything with his superb magic, but he only told me last month that he signed a blood oath with Grindelwald."

"What did you say?" Judge Shafik was also a little surprised, "Obviously you asked me before, asking me to spare Dumbledore during the trial."

"Yes, this is one of the most regrettable decisions in my life. After the trial, Albus confessed to me about it. Think about it, who are the people who can sign the blood oath? You and Has your wife signed a blood oath?" Dippet continued emotionally, "But I don't care about it anymore, I just want those murderers to pay their debts in blood, there is no need for you to stand here and wait for me to do it I'll go to Azkaban by myself when I'm done with what I'm supposed to do."

"This...that incident has been going on for many years, and no one can tell who did it, and don't you think it's strange that you just got a clue just last year?" Judge Shafik said earnestly Persuaded, "The saints in Paris all have identities on the surface. Even if you have seen them commit atrocities with your own eyes, it cannot be evidence. Besides, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, your every move affects too many things." ...Dippet, stop, let's go back and investigate."

"I've been betrayed! My family members are dead! Did I die at the hands of those scumbags because I was the headmaster of a magic school?" Dippet lowered his eyes and said sharply, "I haven't had a good few years to live , I don't mind doing things that you cowards dare not do before dying!"

"You can rush into Nurmengard and kill Grindelwald now, can you do it? Even if you can indeed defeat him, what about those saints? Do you just let them riot and kill more people? ?The wizards you targeted have completely legal identities in France, and if you rush in now, you will slaughter civilians...Have you considered the consequences, have you considered the impact, have you considered the evidence?" Shafi Judge Ke covered his forehead speechlessly. In his opinion, Dippet had been hit by anger to the point of dementia, and his mind might be full of carrots. He continued to persuade, "Dippet, you still have a grandson. Woolen cloth!"

"Grandson?" Dippet became even more angry, and he cursed, "With that squib, how can he be called Dippet? How can he be my grandson, when he knelt at Grindelwald's feet, I have nothing to do with him!"

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, Dippet, your—"

Armando Dippet didn't talk about martial arts, and while Judge Shafiq was speaking, a red magic spell was shot out, bypassing the statue of Pythia and coming to Shafiq.

"Dippet, you!" Shafik raised his wand, and only had time to cast an armor curse. Although it was basically formed, it still couldn't resist Dippet's long-planned disarming curse, and the effect of disarming was canceled out. But the huge impact still made him take a step back, a morbid flush appeared on his face, he tightly squeezed his mouth, his cheeks puffed up and then shrunk, as if swallowing a mouthful of blood.

"The Auror Office should rehire you as the supervisor, you are still as tough as before." Dippet admired, and then threatened, "But it's a pity, Shafik, the Wizengamot's position made you slack, maybe you The understanding of the law is the deepest in the world, but your magic is too old, let me in! You see, the only one who came to stop me is you, an old man, don't you think it's strange?"

"The person who has the deepest understanding of the law will not bend the law for personal gain," Judge Shafik sneered, with a trace of dark red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. I know, you have violated the secrecy law and cast magic on the streets of Paris, and I am ready to personally send you to the Wizengamot's trial seat."

After that, he stopped talking, picked up his wand and put on a defensive posture, tightly pursed his lips, and released a series of simple and unpretentious spells silently with a serious face.

The confrontation between the two unfolded in a completely silent night. Even the wind could not be heard in Paris tonight. The only background sound was the melodious singing from the Paris Opera House in the opposite block. Tonight's play was "King Lear". The plot at this moment is also reaching its climax. The old King Lear has fallen into madness while holding the body of his favorite little daughter.

The battle between the two old wizards was not as grand as people imagined. On the contrary, they used all their magic power in the most important places. Judge Shafik tore off his silver-white judge's robe, and the black sweater West The trousers are more helpful for him to hide his figure in the dark night. Every spell of his hits every spell that Dippet shoots accurately. Not a little bit of magic power used, not a little bit less.

And Dippet is worthy of being the headmaster of Hogwarts. There are only a handful of wizards stronger than him in this world. He approached Shafik like a walk, and at the moment the spell struck, he apparated to other directions Onslaught, this set of tactics full of sense of space is his famous stunt when he was young. It is said that Grindelwald's fighting style also refers to his record in that year to a certain extent. (Note: See what the author said)

The sparks of the curse kept bursting out in the silence, Dippet's figure kept flickering in the field, but Shafiq's iron wall was still difficult to break into!The scene where the two fought was like a silent movie, although it was silent, it was very intense.

"Dippet, to be honest, what did you see back then!" Shafik and Dippet's distance was always difficult to close. Seeing Dippet's expression was a little anxious, he asked, trying to calm his emotions. "And who told you the so-called truth?"

"How many times have I said this! As soon as I got home, I saw my son and daughter-in-law lying in a pool of blood, and my stupid grandson who was like a squib stood aside and rolled his eyes stupidly!" Shafiq's spell was not accurate enough, A petrification spell hit the street lamp on the side of the road, and the crow standing on the top fell stiffly. He continued, "Over the years, I have been looking for the person involved back then. The person who used Legilimency finally let me find a Muggle who passed by that intersection..."

The two old men still pointed their wands at each other, but they stopped attacking and began to talk with each other. On the one hand, their old bodies needed time to recover, and on the other hand, this matter was indeed full of doubts.

The performance of the Paris Opera House also reached its climax at this moment, and King Lear's cries were piercing, enough to penetrate the wall, echoing ethereally in the ears of the two.

(Cry! Cry! You stone-cold creatures! If I had your tongue and your eyes, I would have cracked the sky with your cries and tears! She is dead! I know a man Dead or alive, she is already dead, like dust...)
"A Muggle memory?" Shafik tried his best not to sound so tired, he asked doubtfully, "I remember your family lived in the residential area of ​​Diagon Alley, how could there be Muggles there? What's more, he happened to appear near your house at that time?"

"His memory is real and has not been instilled by others." Dippet also took a break while speaking, his eyes fixed on Shafiq like a concentration camp instructor, and said slowly, "He is a A painter, just enough to paint the faces of the few people I saw coming out of my house."

"It's too coincidental, Dippet." Shafik and Dippet looked at each other, the lion-like eyes under his fluffy silver hair made Dippet's eyes retreat, and he sneered, " A Muggle who happens to see all this in the wizarding community that casts the Muggle Repelling Charm and happens to be a painter reminds me of a joke, do you want to hear it? Forget it, let me tell you, Gellert Green DeVoe is also working as an artist in Paris recently, you would rather believe such outrageous evidence than believe what your own grandson said."

The wrinkles on Dippet's face trembled, and he said softly, "But he's just a—"

"Whoosh-"

This time it was Judge Shafiq's turn to make a sneak attack, and the tip of his wand gathered red light. The moment Dippet realized that the attack was about to block, Shafik apparated behind Dippet, with a red light shining The wand hit Dippet's waist hard, and with a loud noise, Dippet's wand dropped from his hand and flew into the air, and he himself flew forward like a rag sack under a huge impact. Looking at the empty street ahead, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Dippet, don't forget, I was the tutor for your apparition." There seems to be an old story between the two old people, but this does not prevent them from fighting each other now. Shafik raised his magic wand and sighed With a sound, pointing to Dippet's body that was about to fall to the ground, he said aloud: "Fly quickly."

This is the first vocal spell of the night.

The corners of Dippet's mouth curled up, showing a hearty smile. His right hand holding the wand was balanced in the air, and his left hand waved lightly. A stubby wand slipped from the sleeve into his hand. He grasped the wand tightly, and a blue The light beam hit Shafik's chest, making him stiff and unable to move.

"Petrochemical Curse, Shafiq." Dippet turned his wand and pointed it to the ground, and it fell lightly. He stood up vigorously and walked to the opposite of Shafiq. He waved his wand in front of him and said, "My son I have kept my wand until now, and he is really protecting me."

(The plague has come! You murderers! I had a chance to rescue her, but now she's gone forever... Cordelia! Cordelia? Wait, what did you say?)

King Lear in the opera house has lost his mind. In despair, he heard the words of his daughter's corpse.

The wrinkles on Dippet's face are not obvious, which is related to his life of not smiling for many years, but now he is smiling happily. He no longer regards teaching as his lifelong career. In his world, Revenge is as important as Hogwarts.

"The wand is coming." He picked up his own wand, inserted his son's wand carefully into the sleeve, and used the levitation spell to place Shafiq's wand on the top of the street lamp in the distance, and walked to the petrified judge, Said, "The next time I see you may be in Azkaban."

"Dippet, wait a minute." Shafiq's eyes rolled quickly, his lips couldn't move, and he could only make an indistinct sound, "Don't you want to hear my guess?"

"You can tell me later when you visit Azkaban."

Dippet picked up the wizard robe that Shafik had dropped and put it on him, turned around, resolutely passed through the statue of Pythia, and entered the hiding place.

(Why a dog, a horse, even a mouse has a life of its own, but you have no breath! You are dead forever, forever, forever, forever...)
King Lear's farewell cry wafted alone in the alley, only to this old man with stiff limbs, and only this one listener.

"The wizards you are targeting have been engaged in the smuggling of magical animals all year round, and the report of the Aurors surveying the scene clearly stated that it is difficult for even Grindelwald to cause such powerful damage in a short period of time," Shafik looked at Pythia's sculpture, muttering, "Your grandson, Barry Dippet, may have become an Obscure under your iron-blooded education."

But Dippet could no longer hear the words.But with the ingenuity of the headmaster of Hogwarts, how could he not have thought of this possibility?But he never thought about it, the educator who is known for his strictness could not bear the truth.

(He fainted! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look up! Your Majesty!)
Shafiq felt that his field of vision was suddenly filled with red, and something seemed to fly in the sky, but he couldn't lift his head, he could only hear the crying of soldiers in the opera house and the funeral march gradually sounding.

　There are not many descriptions of this principal in the original book. The so-called Grindelwald stealing from here is completely fabricated by me. After all, the chase scene is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)