Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 268 Just be happy!
There was something about the old classrooms at Hogwarts.

McGuffin couldn't say what it was, but he could feel it.

——It's a taste that is silent and secret.

Especially when he stepped on the sky in the air, he could feel it more clearly.

Maybe that's what Les Finley said...the secret treasure of the Big Four is buried here.

After the two made the oath, their expressions relaxed a lot, and the atmosphere was no longer so tense.

McGuffin asked Les Finley the question that he didn't have time to ask just now, "Why do you have to come here? What do you want me to do for you!"

"Because the Big Four have kept their most precious secrets in this old classroom... Only suitable heirs can get their gifts!"

"These secrets are only circulated by the headmaster of Hogwarts or in some hidden legends... Our family has spent a lot of effort to find these clues!"

Les Finley explained to McGuffin very proudly.

"Heir?"

"That's right, in my opinion... only you meet this requirement, McGuffin... is the heir to Hogwarts, not just a college!" Les Finley emphasized.

"All the little wizards who enter Hogwarts will be restricted to one college by the sorting hat as soon as they come here, but this is not in line with the original intention of the school founded by the Big Four...Why do you think they founded this school?"

"Is it to protect the little wizards? To change the wizarding world at that time?"

"Albert! Let me tell you... Wizards are all reckless, especially those wizards with powerful magic and hundreds of years ago."

"When the first wizarding school in the wizarding world was just founded...all wizards in Europe thought they were crazy!"

"At that time, there was no Ministry of Magic to provide funds at all... Almost all the funds, daily life in the castle, materials and money needed to learn magic were provided by the Big Four themselves..."

"Of course, some of them came from the donations of those pure-blood wizard families... This is also the main reason why Slytherin parted ways with the other three in the later period!"

Seeing the unbelievable expression of McGuffin's round eyes, Les Finley let out a hearty laugh, "Isn't it magical, a magic school almost fell apart for such realistic reasons in the end!"

"MacGuffin Albert, I don't know what kind of person you were in your previous life, wizard or Muggle, young or old, woman or man... In short, let me teach you... People! When you get together, you will always get farther and farther away, and most of them are because of money... or resources."

"It's a bit far-fetched, anyway..."

"They gathered these wizards fundamentally to explore the essence of magic and improve magic... Of course, on the other hand, they also wanted to report to the group for warmth and resist the increasingly severe living environment of the wizarding world at that time."

"In the end, their goal is to find out the boundaries of breaking through magic..."

"Magic has limits...or in other words, the magic we wizards cast has limits."

"The more magic you master, the more you'll be able to discover this..."

"Sometimes we have already been surpassed by Muggles. For example, we wizards can't kill people in a city at once, and Muggles can even destroy the world..."

Les Finley said with a sigh.

"Okay, let's get started! Time is running out."

- What to start?
McGuffin wondered.

Les Finley didn't say much, he picked up his wand, bent down, and tapped his feet lightly.

Snapped!Snapped!
As the wands were struck, golden circles of light appeared under their feet, like waves.

"Look carefully! This is what the room really looks like, MacGuffin," he said.

The aperture keeps expanding and sweeping, and when all this is over, they are like being in the galaxy.

The starry sky in the dark, stars of various colors, star fog, and star clusters rippling in it, some are far away, some are near, some are floating, some are still, some are hiding in the depths, and some are showing on the surface.

Constantly spinning, moving.

Dreamy.

McGuffin was stunned by all this, his fingers unconsciously touched the surface of the star, and the star burned like a flame.

It flashed on for a while, and then went out quickly.

For a brief moment, McGuffin seemed to see the huge statues of the faces of the four founders of Hogwarts looming above their heads.

MacGuffin and Les Finley are even the size of one of their fingers.

So unreal, so real.

"That's why I came to you...Only Hogwarts students are qualified to inherit their so-called secrets and meet the challenge of the Big Four."

"These trivial stars are part of your thoughts..."

"Don't stare at me with such fear and anger... I don't have such great skills"

"You can think of this as a large sorting hat! The Big Four are here to pick their so-called heirs!"

"His four true wills and ideas are instilled in a huge statue below... Only qualified people can get their approval... Become their successors, and get the secret to break through the boundaries of magic!"

"The world tree is Hufflepuff's method!"

Les Finley described this incident as wonderful as a cup of strong milk tea with sugar.

But McGuffin knows such cheap things, such as why few people know about this classroom, and it seems to be sealed up.

It must be that the risks behind it have exceeded the tolerance of its past principals.

Perhaps it was because of McGuffin's hesitation.

Les Finley comforted, "I know you have doubts?"

"But it doesn't matter... I know you are the most suitable. The Big Four want to choose a little wizard who meets all their expectations as their successor, so they created such a place similar to the sorting magic hat."

"But their selection method is not like selecting students, but rather like finding a teacher..."

"It's not like this to find a legendary sage,...you must also have courage, noble blood, full of aggressiveness, wisdom, intelligence, hard work and tenacity...Listen to this request, is it human?"

"Even Muggles understand that this is called 'GOD', which exists only in some kind of illusory fantasy in beautiful religious books and brainwashing fanatic propaganda."

After Les Finley finished speaking, he felt that he had wasted too much time, so he said.

"Okay, get ready, I'm going to start!"

"Everything is under the watchful eyes of the Big Four!" Les Finley's voice faded into the distance and became inaudible gradually.

"What preparations!" McGuffin scolded dryly, but it was already too late.

The guy disappeared right next to the McGuffin.

Then came the fog.

The colorful mist was like a tide in an instant, coming from nowhere and submerging him.

A mist of ever-changing colors surrounds the MacGuffin, like a piece of tulle, constantly changing its shape, like flowing water, like drizzle.

The stars are rippling in it.

"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon!"

Four shouts reverberated through the fog of a thousand years of history.

McGuffin's heart skipped a beat.

Because he felt as if he had fallen down.

--what!

one more time.

This is not an illusion.

--what!

--what!

With the screams, McGuffin rolled over and fell in the dark void. When he was in a hurry to cast [Slowdown Curse] or [Levitation Curse] on himself, he landed on a piece of grass.

Not on the deserted landscape that Ms. Gray showed in her last teaching demonstration.

It's not the kind of beautiful scenery that is breezy, sunny, and full of the fragrance of green grass and soil.

The first time it was choked into the McGuffin's nasal cavity was the smell of cow, sheep and horse manure, or the smell of people,...or the smell of human excrement.

- where is this place?

Before he could react.

For a moment, the bustling sound rang in my ears.

For some reason, many figures appeared next to McGuffin, indistinct... As if someone kept adding strokes, their figures and voices gradually became clearer.

"Hurry up, Albert! You stranger..."

For a moment, McGuffin almost thought someone was calling him.

After dazed, he saw a familiar face in front of him, wearing sackcloth and tattered clothes... a medieval dress, passing in front of him.

It was Mr. Longman, and his father in this world.

Next to him reprimanded him was an arrogant, pale, blond man with a familiar face, Lucius Malfoy.

--What exactly is going on?

McGuffin sucked air through his teeth.

Can't figure it out at all.

Not only that... As the two of them passed by, more familiar people walked in front of McGuffin. They were all family members, classmates, and impressive passers-by whom he had contacted in this world.

It's like an online, face-to-face big role-playing scene.

It's just that the look and dress don't look that rough and inferior.

But something is still wrong!

The scene before his eyes gradually became clearer.

This is a large medieval town hall.

The smell of cow and horse excrement came from the wooden fence not far away.

As for the smell of people...it is everywhere in the corners of the road, the black mud under the feet of McGuffin exudes an old mysterious smell...

He even saw a staggering drunk in the street right now, dragging down... if it can be called trousers, then squatting down...

Uh!
McGuffin turned his head quickly.

There are some small stalls and vendors on both sides of the surrounding area, -- dilapidated, simple wooden frames covered with moss, some wooden boards or thatch... mud, and it becomes a shop.

Most of the shops are filled with all kinds of vegetables and fruits, or miscellaneous gadgets... Of course, there are some butcher shops with bloody cattle and sheep skeletons hanging on them.

Make McGuffin stare.

It is very unrealistic, even with the meager and pitiful European medieval history of MacGuffin, I feel that this place does not conform to the reality of the age.

So many complaints.

It gives the McGuffin a subtle sense of detachment and an eerie sense of familiarity.

Soon, there was a lot of people around, and it became noisy.

"Have you heard?"

"The noble lord has captured an evil witch... and says he is going to burn her to death!"

"Why don't you take a look? It's in the square!"

"Beautiful or not, I heard that all the witches who were burned to death were that kind of old witches, and that kind of beautiful ones turned into..."

"hey-hey!"

"Ha ha!"

The topics among these medieval poor people will naturally spread to the beds of noble gentlemen.

The men fantasized about the lives of those upper class people, and tacitly added oil and vinegar, made some colorful descriptions, and finally found a little fun and added a little color to their desperate quagmire life with a kind of ability to cut off or insult certain aspects of the noble lord.

Paradoxically, McGuffin found that everyone around ignored him and hurried past, as if he couldn't see him, as if he was experiencing a virtual reality movie.

McGuffin was so confused that he could only take two casual steps.

The mist began to cover him again, and everything around him became blurred. By the time it was over, he had arrived at a place that was a little tidier than before.

At least the ground here is paved with some kind of large rounded stone.

Here in the middle, where all the crowds surround.

McGuffin didn't know why he could easily squeeze through the crowd and come to the front... When he walked past just now, although these 'people' couldn't feel him, they still unconsciously made way for him to squeeze in front.

——This gave him a subtle sense of familiarity again, but he didn't know what it meant at the time.

What are you doing!

McGuffin came to the front and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

He kept sucking in air-conditioning.

--hiss!

The unbelievable scene in front of McGuffin's eyes is:

Dumbledore dragged a long silver-white beard and stood aside with a 'righteous' look on his face.

It is indeed a face of 'righteousness'.

——Because he was wearing an unusually gorgeous dark purple robe.

—that medieval priest's robe.

He also wears a silver cross around his neck and holds a thick sheepskin Bible in his hand.

If it's like someone smashing a MacGuffin on the head with an egg, then the next thing you see is another person... someone smashed the MacGuffin on the back of the head with a mace in hatred.

Next to him... next to this 'religious Dumbledore' sits 'an aristocratic version of Harry Potter. '

The lightning-like injury on his forehead was gone.

He was wearing a costume that looked like a noble in the middle world, slumped on an iron chair, and looked at the assholes in the ground half-boredly, listening to Dumbledore telling him how important it was to burn the evil wizard to death.

But that's the end... More extreme things are yet to come.

Ron and Malfoy next to them laughed very obsequiously, ... I will not mention the matter of trying to please 'Noble Harry'.

And the executioner, who was responsible for burning several wizards to death, turned out to be Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort.

Compared with the few wizards who were wearing black bags and masking their faces on the wooden pyre, this guy's face was more like an evil wizard.

Do you not know if the people around you are blind?
Of course you can't say that...

If you only look at Voldemort's face that has been melted and twisted into a serpent, you can think of him as an evil being. .

but……

If you count under that evil face...the one two meters away, comparable to Schwarzenegger's muscular monster figure in his youth, no one would believe that this guy would be a wizard.

What kind of wizard would be so muscular.

--Forehead! (Big muscle bully go away! This doesn’t count!)

The current Voldemort is at best a disfigured butcher.

This guy smiled as happily as if he had eaten a big melon.

With a stupid look on his face, Voldemort finally uncovered the black hoods of the four wizards at the order of 'Noble Harry', and then set fire to the pyre.

McGuffin had nothing to say.

Because the wizards under the four hoods are impressively:
Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw.

- Seriously, as long as you are happy!
McGuffin, he really...has nothing to say!

— Gan!

(End of this chapter)