Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 58 Dumbledore Failed
Mr. Anderson's faith is unwavering.

He takes his wife to church every week, and he can be regarded as actively donating money to those poor African children. But at the moment he saw the salary, he felt that he was already a modernist.

"It's almost the turn of the millennium, and we don't necessarily have to take those stories literally, do we?"

Comforting himself, Mr. Anderson quickly walked out of the house, just as the letter instructed him, and put a bouquet of flowers on his mailbox.

Feeling uneasy, he walked through the garden in front of his house, opened the door, and strode into the dining room, only to see a thick envelope had appeared on the dining table.

As if emerging from the air.

There was only one sentence on the envelope.

is an address.

Godric's Hollow.

Mr. Anderson weighed the envelope—he was soon convinced that whoever the devil was, it must be a big project.

Big project.

"Looks like we're moving, doesn't it?"

He opened the bottle of 81-year-old Lion Winery that he had collected for a long time, and toasted himself relaxedly.Although the "sincerity" in the envelope was enough for him to continue to live in the home that was going to move out before the end of the year, but at this moment his thoughts had drifted to a bigger house.

Mr. Anderson, who was enjoying his own day, would naturally not know that his employer was also in a good mood hundreds of miles away.

"Actually, Professor Kettleburn's class isn't that bad, is it?" On the way back to the castle from the hunting ground, William felt inexplicably relieved.

He originally thought that in this class, he would have to fight strange and magical creatures, or feed fancy and dangerous creatures, and at the same time avoid being regarded as food by them-but this class, William was very comfortable .

Under the direction of Professor Kettleburn, they were all divided into small groups and sat around a set fire.From time to time, they would add some firewood to the fire, or pour a handful of water on the fire when the ash snake eggs in the fire were too vigorous.

Last time, William iced the snake eggs so hard that now he had to use this method to let them absorb heat and revive them.

But even though Professor Kettleburn kept watching, one group managed to hatch five or six eggs, almost taking away a third of his beard.

"The trouble has only just begun"

Looking at the castle, William couldn't help but feel dizzy.

After entrusting an owl to consult the "Horror Tour" travel agency for information about Dr. John Dee, he went to the library again-this time he put the time much earlier, and luckily found his name.

Unfortunately, he found it in a book called "Those Notorious Dark Wizards".In the chapter before the name of Dr. John Dee, there is Jenny Green Tooth, a witch who loves to torture innocent people. She has green skin and sharp knife-like teeth. She will drag the old people and children into the water with witchcraft. .

But Dr. John Tee was of a different nature.

He was identified as a "Dark Wizard" because he was "on the wrong side".

Dr. John Deyi once graduated from Cambridge University, was Elizabeth I's occult consultant, and even contributed the knowledge of magic to the church - Dr. John Deyi called the text he invented "angel text". The "necromancy" is also attributed to God.

However, if evaluated only in terms of achievements, Dr. John Tee is almost no less than Nicole Flamel. He created a genre of magic and invented words with occult significance. It is said that he has taught many people Awaken the souls of the dead under the witness of , and talk to them.

"There is no doubt that in the field of soul, no one has studied more profoundly than him."

His achievements are evaluated in this way in the book.

"If Quirrell had read that manuscript, would he have found something helpful to his master?"

William originally thought that, relying on his knowledge of the original book, he could easily touch the fish in these four years - when Harry was still struggling with the Goblet of Fire, he was already graduating from Hogwarts After that, you can settle in Paris, France or Heidelberg, Germany.

When he was still Feng Rui in his previous life, William liked that small town in southern Germany very much.

But right now, before the original story begins, a lot of chaos has already occurred.Professor Quirrell, who was originally a stuttering and neurotic, has now become a model teacher, and he has also shown amazing personality charm-the seventh equal part of the back of his head is likely to have gained precious energy from his adventures. Materials to help him get rid of the weak remnant state.

"Old Futou is not good at dealing with rejection."

William thought of the last time when Voldemort's request was rejected, he backhandedly put a curse on the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so that no one in this position can survive through a whole year.

The foyer was at hand.

The aroma of the dinner wafted from the auditorium far away, even though it was not far away, William could still faintly hear the noisy conversation sounding there.

Something must have happened.

big thing.

William walked quickly into the foyer and ran towards the auditorium.

"That person is back?!

Isn't he defeated? "

"It's not necessarily him, it may be his subordinates."

"Dumbledore has failed."

"I guess it must be that woman Rita Skeeter talking nonsense, and he was the same way when it happened last time."

The loud "whispering" reached William's ears, making him wonder if he had slept for two or three days and missed too many things—on Ravenclaw's long table, Penello was talking to him Waving, she had a serious face, and there was a magazine and a newspaper on the table in front of her.

That's not this morning's Daily Prophet.

It's too thin - and besides this morning's Daily Prophet didn't say anything of value other than a potion explosion in Knockturn Alley that left several casualties, and the Ministry of Magic's appeal to wizards Do not try unverified potion recipes.

"what's going on?"

William sat down and questioned her.

She handed over the magazine.

The magazine was turned to the first page, and the most conspicuous thing on it was a photo—on top of the stumped limbs and arms on the ground, a skull glowing with dim green light was swallowing a snake. That was Voldemort's Mark of the Dark Lord.In the corner of the picture, a stern-faced Dumbledore holds up his wand, propping up a silver barrier.

"Dumbledore couldn't do it."

The title of this article has only four words.

Penello handed over the "Daily Prophet" again. As William had guessed, it was very thin, and it was obviously a special issue that was printed temporarily.

"Dark Wizard Attacks Knockturn Alley, Killing Dozens"

　Four words: Dumbledore didn't fix it.
　　Thanks to the author of Jiuyangshen for the monthly ticket.

　　Thank you for the monthly pass for song C7.

　　Thanks to Changjiang Changjiang Changjiang for the monthly pass.

　　Thanks for the reward from Mr. A.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)