Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, eighth floor, vaulted principal's office

There was a beeping sound in the fireplace, Dumbledore and Parsifal sat across from each other, no one spoke.

The white wizard waved the wand in his hand gently, and some silverware in the room jingled. Various smokes were released from above them, forming the shape of pipes, and there were also several white shadowy figures.

Parsifal held the tea cup in his hand and leaned back on the mutton bench.

He felt an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness, as if everything had suddenly changed and everything was no longer familiar.

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened tonight, and a victim appeared."

After Parsifal told Dumbledore what happened that night, Dumbledore said to him apologetically.

Fortunately he was on his way to Quirrell's office when the basilisk appeared, which was not far from the bathroom where the basilisk appeared. Unfortunately, he was unable to prevent Quirrell from leaving the castle.

He had been chasing the elusive basilisk all night long, and he had just stopped it behind a closed pipe and blocked the exit with his transfiguration technique.

The adult basilisk is an extremely dangerous creature. Even the top white wizard like Dumbledore would not dare to confront it in a dark corner alone. That is irresponsible to himself and irresponsible to others.

"Who is the victim?"

Parsifal's heart tightened when he heard the victims appeared, fearing that some familiar names would suddenly pop up. A little beaver with shaggy hair, a little stupid little lion Neville, and a greedy little badger Hannah...

"Brace Zabini, he was taken underground by the basilisk. I regret that I didn't have time to find him."

Dumbledore's eyes showed loneliness. He didn't care about the Daily Prophet's smear campaign, or the Ministry of Magic depriving him of a series of honors and titles. However, during his tenure as principal, a student was raped because of him. Killed mercilessly.

“Zabini”

When Parsifal heard this somewhat familiar name, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and felt very suspicious.

But the feeling lasted only a moment, and he had no concrete evidence.

In Parsifal's impression, Zabini's mother was a well-known "Black Widow" in the wizarding world. Several marriages she experienced ended in the death of her husband, and each time she received a large amount of gold galleons. He himself is an extremely arrogant guy, not friends with anyone, and looks down on the Socket Man and his men.

"Professor, my wand is seriously damaged. I wonder if there is anything you can do."

Quietly burying the investigation of Zabini in his mind, he took out the blackthorn wand from his pocket and carefully placed it on the table. He remembered that Harry's holly wand was connected with the Elder Wand.

"Let me give it a try. The reparo is as good as new"

The white wizard waved his wand lightly, and a silver aura lit up. The blackthorn wood wand, which was already full of tiny cracks, became smooth and tough again. This process lasted for a long time, until the white wizard's forehead was dripping with sweat, and the silver aura shone. Only to finally disappear.

But it wasn't repaired.

"Professor, are you sure it's been fixed?"

Parsifal asked nervously, holding the wand. From the outside, the wand was undoubtedly in very good condition, and the smooth wood glaze looked like it had never been touched.

But the sense of fit between the wand and him was gone, replaced by a strange estrangement.

He was able to use the wand freely, and the wand recognized his ownership and showed his loyalty.

But the wand no longer trembled in response to his call, as if it was alive but its soul was dead.

"On this point, I think you need to write and ask Mr. Ollivander. I believe he will have more knowledge to share with you in this regard. I am sorry that this has happened to you, Parsifal .”

The white wizard shook his head, let out a long sigh, and told Parsifal that Madam Pomfrey had knocked on the door several times.

"Professor, I wish you a good night." Parsifal stood up and said goodbye to Dumbledore, but when he was about to reach the door, he suddenly turned back. "If you don't mind, I would like to ask you how you plan to deal with that guy." Basilisk"

"Oh, after dawn tomorrow, I will enter the blocked pipeline with the deans. With Fox here, we will not be lost. Do you have any suggestions?"

Dumbledore's long beard trembled and he said relaxedly.

"Hogwarts seems to still have some fixed assets. I mean, for such a major accident, the school board should be responsible for reimbursement."

Parsifal showed a smile, turned the door handle and walked out. When he said fixed, he emphasized his tone, believing that Dumbledore would understand.

After all, the world is settled at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore is honest and honest.

After a while, Parsifal was lying comfortably on the nursing bed in the hospital wing. The dim light looked very warm, the back of the nursing bed was slightly raised, the fluffy quilt, clean sheets and pillows all exuded the temptation of "Uncle, come and sleep with me".

This would have been a better night if it hadn't been for the glass of "gloomy water" in Madam Pomfrey's hand.

"For the sake of Merlin's garters, why did you end up like this again?"

As soon as he opened the door to the Headmaster's office, a sleepy but anxious Madam Pomfrey stood next to the two strange-looking stone statues. She seemed to have been forcefully dragged out of bed by Professor Sprout, and she was still wearing pink pajamas and cotton slippers.

"It's been so long. Drink it and get some sleep. This is the first time I've seen a little wizard like you come to the hospital wing so often in so many years."

Passing a glass of inexplicably familiar transparent potion to Parsifal, Madam Pomfrey said angrily. She had already put on the white headscarf and stared at Parsifal closely, as if she suspected that his blond hair was dyed and that he was actually a black-haired boy with a hedgehog head.

"But you don't look like a doctor..."

Silently complaining in his mind, Parsifal raised his neck and drank up the potion.

"Okay, just sleep peacefully."

Madam Pomfrey took the cup away, rolled the bed flat for him, and then left the hospital wing.

In the darkness, Parsifal smelled the faint smell of potion and the inexplicably calming incense, but he did not feel much sleepy, but was thinking over and over again.

"What's different is that Quirrell didn't kill the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, but he clearly still had many opportunities. Or he was bumped into by the centaurs, and he didn't seem worried about the unicorn's curse. But why? It’s Zabini”

There were so many clues that his scalp was numb, but there were so few.

“Alohora Alaho Cave Open”

A low voice sounded, and with a click, the door lock of the hospital wing was easily opened.

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In recent chapters, some book friends have reported that there are too many private goods, and they have deeply reflected on themselves. The white wolf cannot defeat the demon fox, so how should we fight? Please continue to chase down. . .