Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 108 Blowing up the Quidditch Stadium

"Restored as before."

The Elder Wand pointed forward, and the yellow and purple spell hit the paper, fixing it in the blink of an eye.

"The crests are obvious, Professor, but the troughs jump too fast to be recorded," said Percy, scratching his head.

Voldemort looked at Hermione, and the little one also pouted and nodded, indicating that she was doing the same here.

"Not at all, Headmaster." Voldemort said helplessly, "The spell is too strong, and the restoration spell was completed in an instant, hardly giving the instrument more time to record."

Dumbledore nodded, worrying about that too.

"We need a bigger test site, professor, a piece of paper or a table, can't satisfy us." Percy said.

"And the instruments, which also need to be bigger," Hermione interjected.

Voldemort nodded and looked at Dumbledore. The only one who could provide a bigger place was the old man in front of him. After all, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stood in front of the tower window and looked out. A few children were playing Quidditch not far away, which caught his attention.

"How about the Quidditch pitch?" asked Dumbledore. "It's big enough and spacious enough to be safe."

"Very good choice, Albus," said Voldemort, "but will Mrs Hodge allow it?"

This is a problem, after all, blowing up someone's stadium, and then repairing it...

"It's not a big problem."

Dumbledore said so, and then walked out of the tower to discuss with Mrs. Hodge.

The result was good, but the process was not smooth. Mrs. Hodge had a temper, and Dumbledore was sprayed by her for a while.

According to the short-haired professor:
Letting students participate in research and scolding students in the auditorium is already too much, and now they are destroying public facilities in the school, which has never been done by any previous principal.

In short, Dumbledore came back with a dark face and brought back good news. As for the unfair treatment he received... the few people in the research team didn't care too much, this is the price of scientific research.

"Okay, now I'm going to find a few professors to destroy the Quidditch pitch. How about Snape? He doesn't have much presence recently." Dumbledore said after adjusting his mood.

Voldemort shrugged, it didn't matter who he was looking for, he was so absorbed in his research that Snape was almost forgotten by him.

"Let the students come and take a look." Percy said suddenly. "This is a matter of insight. No one has ever seen such a large thing repaired."

"Take a photo as a souvenir. If the research is successful, this photo will be of great commemorative value." Hermione followed up.

The two of them are soy saucers, so they have the leisure to think about these things, and Dumbledore and Voldemort don't have such thoughts.

But they didn't refuse, after all, it was also commemorative for them.

"It's Saturday, it's better not to delay too much class." Old Deng looked at Voldemort—he finally remembered his responsibilities as the headmaster, and Voldemort only took leave at his request before.

After confirming the time and making sufficient preparations, everyone came to the Quidditch pitch on Saturday morning.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape...

A group of professors walked into the arena, stretched out their wands, used various spells, and began to bombard the Quidditch pitch.

The students watched from a distance and pointed out the various magics used by the professors. The twins booed from time to time, and Jordan also explained the progress of the scene like an announcer:

"Beautiful Splitting Curse, Dean Flitwick destroying the East Stand chairs..."

"The perfect transformation spell, the stone giant broke the club, this is the transformation technique from Professor McGonagall..."

"Professor Snape has also shown great strength in spells, but unfortunately it's not black magic. Maybe we should have more expectations for his next spell..."

Voldemort saw that Percy was trying to hold back a laugh. The kid was less serious now, and occasionally cracked a joke.

Hermione on the side didn't pay attention to Jordan's commentary, but took a small mirror and kept arranging her carefully groomed hair, which was blown tousled by the strong wind.

"The potter's hair conditioner, Sleekeazy, seems to be called that, try it, two drops will make it docile, Hermione." Voldemort glanced at the little guy and said.

"I'll try it when I go to Diagon Alley in the summer." Hermione said quickly and in a low voice.

"Okay, it's time for us to play."

When Dumbledore spoke, everyone fell silent for an instant, and then walked to the high platform that had been built in advance, on which the magic instruments for testing were already placed.

"I hope it's just once, Quirinus, focus." Dumbledore pointed to his forehead and said, looking at Voldemort through the half-moon glasses.

"Focus." Voldemort responded, then looked at Percy and Hermione.

"Focus." The two said almost at the same time, and then opened the notebook and began to prepare for recording.

Dumbledore stretched his body, scanned the dilapidated Quidditch pitch, breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened his hands.

Cheers erupted from the crowd in the distance, who had been anticipating the headmaster's performance for a long time.

"It would be even better if it was the Transformation Charm." Professor McGonagall said a little excitedly, "I have never seen him use the Transformation Charm with all his might."

"The spells are interlinked." Dean Flitwick stood on a chair with a camera in front of him, recording everything in front of him, "I can't even imagine that a single person's spells could destroy such a serious stadium." , can it really be repaired?"

"Of course, we have confidence in him," said Professor Kettleburn.

The conversation of everyone came to an abrupt end, because Dumbledore started to act.

His hands were raised high, and he swung his wand several times in the air, as if it was accumulating magic power.

Then there was a shake, but the spell didn't come right away, and then a second time, still nothing.

Then the third time, while the headmaster yelled, "Restore as before."

The voice seemed to use the Amplifying Charm, and a yellow-purple light shot out from the tip of the Elder Wand, which was as thick as a bucket.

"Very clear, two, take notes."

Voldemort shouted in surprise, while Percy and Hermione recorded excitedly.

On the court, broken stones, cracked seats, and broken clubs are moving. They are either flying together, or rolling on the ground, and quickly return to their original positions.

The yellow-purple magic pillar did not disappear, and magic power was emerging from Dumbledore at an alarming speed, and then enveloped the entire court through the Elder Wand.

When all the visible fragments were restored to their original positions, it was the cracks that were repaired, and Voldemort looked away from the dashboard from time to time, looking at the cracks that were visible to the naked eye to be repaired.

It seems that countless atoms have been extracted from the air to repair the gaps.

Even though he is no stranger to magic, seeing this scene still makes people excited.

"Whoosh~~"

As Dumbledore flicked his wand, the beam of light disappeared, and the restoration was completed, and Voldemort's excited heart gradually calmed down.

The students and teachers not far away gave out loud cheers.

Dumbledore panted and waved, letting their cheers break out to a second climax.

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