Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 82 The Magic World Has a New Hero

The eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Inside the vaulted principal's office.

"This is terrible, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is actually a dark wizard and he almost succeeded!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands and whispered.

"Filius, none of us could have imagined, I remember when Quirinus was studying in the castle - he was a little oversensitive boy, always being bullied by the bad boys .”

Professor Sprout patted him on the shoulder.

"The question now is what should we do—tomorrow the Daily Prophet will definitely report on this matter, as well as that Rita Skeeter."

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore sitting on the bench, waiting for him to give an answer.

"Professor Dumbledore, what exactly did the man say to you on the bridge? Is there any chance we can take advantage of to find out where they are?"

she asked.

Professor McGonagall's words made Dumbledore sit up straighter.

"It's hard, I'm afraid it's going to be hard, Minerva—he's only here for one purpose, and that's to hold us back. Or rather, to hold me back."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were terrifyingly bright.

He had always known that there was a professor plotting something in the castle, and he had always suspected that that person was Quirrell—although Dumbledore had no suitable reason or evidence, and Quirrell's performance was unusually conscientious, but he Still invited Remus back.

During the dinner, Quirrell ran into the castle and said he saw the Dark Mark outside the castle, as well as suspicious wizards, which of course was a trap.

But Dumbledore himself had to step in first.

On the long bridge connecting the castle to the outside world, the wizard who issued the Dark Mark covered his face, but just as Dumbledore was about to subdue him with a wave of his wand, he said two words:
"Lord Voldemort sends you his regards."

Another sentence is:

"Think about it, we have Muggle hostages on our hands."

"I have to admit, his words gave me pause - it took me some effort to get back to school after learning that it was actually a hoax."

Dumbledore shook his head - he had to use Legilimency, the wizard's will is not complicated, but his memory is very split, and mixed with a lot of fragments that obviously do not belong to him.

"It's a good thing Buffalo was there, otherwise."

said Professor Flitwick suddenly.

"Then Hogwarts will face the greatest danger in hundreds of years. Let dark wizards infiltrate the college, and everyone's life is in danger."

Snape suddenly joined the conversation, sitting on the sofa, still pale.Before coming to the principal's office, he treated his wound a little bit, but it also exacerbated the pain.

"The question now is, what should we do about it?"

He calmly brought the topic back.

"We...wait."

Dumbledore shook his head.

The night gradually became thicker, and no one spoke in the principal's office, only the charcoal fire in the stove made chaotic and disorderly explosions from time to time.

Just when they were about to lose their patience, a flash of fire suddenly appeared, and it was the house-elf Lalo and Phoenix Fox who also looked tired.

"Professor Dumbledore! As you asked, I contacted your friends in Diagon Alley, and here is their reply!"

Lalo didn't seem to expect that the four deans of Hogwarts would gather here in the middle of the night, and they were so nervous that they even trembled when they spoke.

"That's great, thank you, Lalo."

Dumbledore took the thick envelope from Lalo's hand.

He took out all the letters with a single brain, and flipped through them quickly—"I have reason to believe that Quirrell's change began with his travels in the Albanian jungle."

"Sure enough, those poor people"

Dumbledore said sadly that he shared those letters with several deans and asked them to read them too.

"But I still don't understand, what should we do?"

Professor Sprout asked suspiciously.

"We don't need to do anything but tell the truth - there's a new hero in the wizarding world, and the Daily Prophet will love this story more than the Dark Wizard, and maybe he'll get a Merlin Order medals."

Snape spoke slowly, with strong irony in his words, and he didn't know whether it was to the "Daily Prophet" or to Dumbledore.

"But it's an honor he deserves, and I agree."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"I also agree that Willian is a good boy and deserves our support for what he has done - if it helps him a little bit in the future."

Professor Sprout nodded in agreement.

"Of course!"

Professor Flitwick was the proudest.

William is a student of his academy!

"Then let's do it, and I'll write to Fudge and the Daily Prophet to explain what happened, and then maybe a reporter will come and interview you."

Dumbledore nodded too.

"William is a very hardworking and outstanding young man - his positive performance in this incident should not be buried."

He finally made up his mind.

Several professors left the principal's office one after another, but the lights here are still on, and there seems to be no sign of going out.

But William in the dream is doomed not to know.

He was back in the dark ocean once again, wrapped in a warm and viscous liquid—only this time the dream was different.

William saw a glimmer of light.

At first he thought it was some kind of hallucination of his, but then realized that he could also hallucinate a hammer in his dream.There was really a faint light, like a small opening in the black world.

He woke up with a start.

Jimmy's snoring was in a four-four beat rhythm, and Gable was lying beside the pillow, curling himself up into a small dish with his fluffy tail, and the sound of the wind outside the window was beating against the window, making one feel lazy and comfortable.

Everything seems to be the same.

But William just had a feeling.

It seems like something is starting to change.

"As in, as out."

"As above, as below."

William suddenly thought of what Nicole Flamel mentioned in his manuscript, which is said to be the wisdom left by the great Hermes, a spiritual practice method to improve spirituality through meditation.

He has tried several times before, but it has been difficult to enter the described mysterious and mysterious realm, but now William has discovered the difference.

William could feel that in this way, a kind of communication was formed between him and the world, and the magic power was increasing little by little-although this process was not fast, it could even be said to be slow, but it was indeed happening!

"I remember that after the magic riot of wizards, the magic power will only increase according to age. Except in rare cases, there will be no other way to improve."

William was sure, at least that's what the professors taught in Ilvermorny!

(End of this chapter)