There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Going through the back door

night.

late at night.

McGonagall woke up from a deep sleep.

Her Animagus transformation is a cat, and inevitably has some feline habits.

She sleeps very lightly, and can be awakened by the slightest disturbance.

This habit saved her life many times during the war years.

"Who is knocking on my window." Mag took the wand and walked to the window. Outside the window, a black shadow could be seen faintly, it was wandering and floating.

In the end, the black shadow stopped moving, and it stood firmly in front of the window, with two big hands reaching out to Mag's window.

McGonagall took a deep breath, wand in hand, she was fearless.

Bang bang bang.

The window was knocked again.

Mag gritted his teeth, pointed his wand, the window opened automatically, and then softly said: "Disarm you!"

A gloomy shadow appeared in front of Mag. It was a man in a pitch-black cloak, and it was useless unless your weapon fell on him.

"Oops, he completely resisted my spell. Could it be that he is a legendary wizard?" The corner of Mag's mouth was a bit bitter.

She has powerful mana, and there is only one black wizard who can resist her spell.

Voldemort.

"Voldemort is really resurrected, and the first goal is to kill me."

"Cut off the principal's wings!"

"What an honor."

McGonagall sneered, even if Voldemort wanted to kill me, I would leave something on him.

Gryffindor, brave, fearless, united.

Others are afraid of you, Voldemort, but I am not!
The big deal is death.

Sombra reached out and lifted the hood, revealing his face.

Gloomy, cold, indifferent, the face of a standard villain.

Nine out of ten people think he's a bad guy.

His lips parted, making a dark and evil voice: "Professor McGonagall, I need your help with something."

"I need you to ignore the rules and go against your heart."

"It's over. I owe you a favor. You can ask for whatever you want."

McGonagall recognized that the dark figure opposite was actually Snape.

Facing acquaintances, Mag still dare not be careless.

Snape was under Voldemort's tent back then, no one knew what he did, people only knew that Voldemort trusted him.

Later, Voldemort cools down, and Snape returns to Slytherin and is promoted to Dean after his identity is cleared.

The former headmaster Dumbledore believed in him, and the current headmaster Mark was optimistic about him.

There is only one person in the world who can be both black and white wizards.

If Snape jumped back now, McGonagall would not feel surprised at all.

"Snape, if you think that I, McGonagall, is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, you are very wrong!" McGonagall said with a smile: "There are only Gryffindors who died in battle, and there are no Gryffindors who surrendered! "

Snape: "..."

What are you talking about, I can't understand.

"Professor McGonagall, you are mistaken," Snape said.

"Misunderstanding?" McGonagall stared at Snape: "I cast your weapon unexpectedly, but your weapon didn't get out of your hand. What does that mean?"

Ah this.

Snape thought he could explain that.

"It means that Voldemort gave you a powerful magic item, or you have an idea in your heart." McGonagall sneered: "Your master sent you to recruit me?"

"wishful thinking!"

Professor McGonagall is upright and righteous!
My heart is for the light, the evil dark wizard is not qualified to recruit me!

"I didn't bring a wand, actually," said Snape.

Mag: "..."

That's right, how can you get rid of his weapon if you don't have a weapon.

"I'm here to ask for your help," Snape said.

"Please help?" Mag still maintained a defensive posture, full of doubts about him: "Why don't you say it during the day, and hang around my door in the middle of the night?"

Snape sighed, I don't want to, mainly because someone told me that the rules are like this.

How can you be aboveboard if you go through the back door?It had to be done quietly, preferably with the knowledge of Snape and McGonagall, but not everyone else.

"It doesn't sound good, it's not suitable to be found by others." Snape said sadly, "I came to find you through the back door in the dead of night... I walked around twice and found that I couldn't find the back door."

"Just knock on the window."

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

McGonagall really understood this time.

Snape has never been weaker than others in his life, and he has to rely on himself when he encounters problems. This is the first time he asks for help.

The specific process is not clear.

It's the same as the dark wizard's night attack.

"Come in." Since Snape didn't bring a wand, McGonagall wasn't afraid.

Snape nodded, he walked like the wind, flew to McGonagall's window like a big bat, and squeezed in through the window.

Mag waved his hand, and two cups flew over, filled with hot black tea.

The two raised their glasses and collided, making crisp sounds, and each took a sip.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mag asked, "It's ignoring the rules and going against your heart."

"Let me say it first, I will never do anything that violates my own principles."

"I want Harry to join the principal's legendary spell training class." Snape said, "Voldemort is resurrected, and no one knows how many people are willing to surrender at his feet. Dark wizards and evil creatures have lived more and more these years." It's getting worse, as long as Voldemort raises his arms..."

Snape didn't say the latter, but McGonagall understood.

Until then, there is only one war.

"Harry is not strong enough, I hope he can improve himself as much as possible." Snape said sincerely: "I don't want to see him die."

Harry is dead, and Lily will be sad when she comes back to life in the future.

Snape didn't want Lily to be sad.

"That's it?" Mag couldn't believe it.

Is this worth coming over and hacking my window in the middle of the night?
"That's it." Snape nodded solemnly.

Just as Snape and McGonagall walked through the back door, news of Voldemort's possible resurrection spread throughout the wizarding world.

Despite repeated orders from the Ministry of Magic, it was solemnly declared that Voldemort was dead.

But under the spread of some people, more and more people believe this.

Open your mouth to spread rumors, but run away to refute them.

It just so happened that Principal Mark claimed to keep the enemy out of Hogwarts and establish a Hogwarts-Hogsmeade strategic defensive circle. When the news came out, Hogsmeade housing prices skyrocketed.

Countless people broke into Hogsmeade with Galleons in sacks, and they wanted Aberforth to sell him a house no matter what.

There was a steady stream of wizards, day and night, and it was not known where they got so much money.

Aberforth counted the money, his back ached and his hands cramped.

For most of his life, this was the first time he saw so much money.

The wizards are scrambling and threatening to give him money, but it's not enough, do you think it's annoying?
"How's it going?"

Aberforth stayed up at night, busy collecting money.

Mark insisted on being with the staff.

Only when the leader is there, can the employees be motivated.

The leader went to sleep, and the employees lost all energy.

"There is not a single room left." Aberforth said with emotion: "This is not like making money, but more like stealing money."

"No, like wizards crying and sending us money!"

"Very well, then you can find a place to rest." Mark was expressionless.

Aberforth quietly produced his wand.

rest?

Do you want to kill someone?To preserve his reputation?

The headmaster of Hogwarts manipulated Hogsmeade housing and land prices. The news spread that the wizards are going to rebel!
Compete with the people!

"Can you be more pure-minded?" Mark was speechless, who is this.

Do I look like the kind of cunning rabbit who cooks like a dog and hides birds like a bird?

Since you have done something for me, of course I will reward you.

"Go to Hogwarts and be a librarian." Mark said, "It's free."

Aberforth let go of his wand.

"I have no objection, but isn't Albus doing this job?" Aberforth didn't understand: "A mere library shouldn't need so many administrators, right?"

"He's been laid off."

Mark said.

No way, Dumbledore went through the back door, gave Mark a lot of things, got rid of his status as a librarian, and applied for a professor of ancient spells.

Ancient spells, weird, powerful, mysterious, other professors taught ancient spells, Dumbledore couldn't believe it.

Mark was too embarrassed to refuse.

He gave too much.

(End of this chapter)