abnormal hogwarts

"What did you all do!"

Flames ignited in the crowd, and Phoenix Fawkes appeared on the Quidditch pitch with Dumbledore.

The Gryffindor students who heard the sound all froze. As soon as they let go, Albert was thrown and hit the ground heavily.

"Merlin's beard! I have never seen anything like this in all my years at Hogwarts!"

After Dumbledore came the belated arrival of the Hogwarts professors.

"Two houses! Group fight! Such a bad thing has never happened in the history of Hogwarts!"

The sullen Dumbledore looked scarier than the old bat.

Regardless of the pain on his body, Albert came to Dumbledore with a flattering smile.

"Professor Dumbledore! I saw two houses fighting when I was just passing by! You see, I have already stopped the fight."

The Slytherin student lying on the ground behind him, screaming, and the wand that had been trampled to pieces made Albert's words sound unconvincing.

Dumbledore's face was livid, and he looked around. The ground of the Quidditch pitch seemed to have been scraped off a layer. There were pits and depressions everywhere on the ground, which were made by magic spells.

Almost everyone in the two houses was injured, Gryffindor's was a little better, and everyone in Slytherin had bruises and swollen faces, with blood everywhere on their faces and bodies.

Among them were many young faces who looked like they were only in first or second grade. It was obvious that lower grade students were also involved in the fight.

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore tried to calm down his heaving chest. Albert was worried that there was something wrong with the old man's body. He fumbled in his arms for a long time, and finally found a bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills. The ground was thrust into Dumbledore's hands.

"Professors, please cooperate with Madam Pomfrey and move the injured students to the infirmary."

"As for Albert Stoker," Dumbledore glared at Albert, "Follow me to the principal's office."

It's over, things got serious, Principal Dumbledore even called out his full name.

……

Professor Snape's face was extremely ugly, his eyes were cold and piercing, and his tone was filled with irrepressible anger.

"Say! What's going on!"

It wasn't the group fight that made him so angry.

The group fight didn't make him so angry.

What made him most angry was that all the Slytherins were wiped out by the reckless Gryffindor group. Not even a single Slytherin student who participated in the fight could stand!

Snape grabbed a Hufflepuff girl who was eating melon on the side and did not participate in the fight, and asked sternly: "Tell me! What happened!"

Poor Nymphadora Tonks was so frightened by the angry old bat that her legs were weak. Is it dangerous to eat melons and watch a show?

Tonks looked around helplessly. The Hufflepuff girls who were watching the show with her had all run away. Are they now watching her show?

Facing the old bat's gloomy face and cold gaze, Tonks finally plucked up the courage to open her mouth and answer.

"Teach...Professor. When I was passing by the Quidditch pitch, I saw people from two colleges confronting each other. Then...I don't know why they started fighting."

Tonks stared at her feet as she recalled.

"I saw a group of war horses appear behind the Gryffindor team, and then... then the Gryffindor students mounted their horses, formed up, and charged... and then all the Slytherin students were wiped out."

"Professor McGonagall. Slytherin needs an explanation." Snape let go of the girl's hand, and Tonks immediately ran away without looking back.

Professor McGonagall, who was checking Charlie Weasley's injury, stood up abruptly, "Severus, this is what I want to say, Gryffindor needs an explanation."

"According to the testimony of most of the classmates, it was Marcus Flint from Slytherin who took the lead in sneaking up on Charlie Weasley from our house."

Snape stopped a Slytherin student who was being supported by his classmates and was about to go to the infirmary: "Is this true?"

The little wizard who was stopped wanted to shake his head and say no, but in the end he nodded imperceptibly.

Snape was almost going crazy. He was able to kill all the students in a sneak attack. He squatted down to check the injuries on the students from his own college. Snape was so angry that his greasy hair was about to burst into flames.

Especially when he heard that the leader of the Gryffindor Knights was actually Albert, his hair suddenly started to burn.

He strode back and forth among the injured students, wand in hand, growling.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!!!"

"Professor! Professor!" Argus Filch, the castle's disciplinary committee member, reminded Professor Snape anxiously.

"What's wrong?" Snape looked impatient.

Filch pointed to the top of Snape's head: "Your hair is burning."

Ignoring Severus Headmaster Snape, Professor McGonagall knelt down and treated the bruises on the Gryffindor student's body.

The witch's eyes were red. Almost every senior Gryffindor student had been hit by at least three curses. The lower-grade students were better protected, and only a few were injured. Look. Professor McGonagall felt very distressed as she saw the scorch marks left on their bodies after being hit by the curse.

……

In the principal's office, Albert helped Professor Dumbledore sit down on the sofa and thoughtfully poured him a glass of water.

Originally, the dark clouds covering Dumbledore's face were so gloomy that they were almost dripping with water. Looking at Albert's actions, his face looked much better.

However, he still did not take the quick-acting heart-saving pill that Albert prepared for him.

Dumbledore was in a daze. He used Legilimency to restore the original appearance of the incident from the minds of the students involved in the fight.

With a wave of his magic wand, the images he had filtered and sorted were projected in the air.

The four little wizards who were busy in the Gryffindor lineup were particularly eye-catching.

"Shield wall, prepare for defense!"

"30 meters ahead, curse volley!"

And most importantly, and most dazzlingly, the little figure charging alone in the Slytherin student lineup. The scene blurred for a while, and then changed to the scene of the cavalry regiment charging in formation.

Dumbledore was in a trance for a while. Looking at the heavy cavalry charging in formation, he almost thought he saw the Knights Templar who hunted wizards under the Holy See in the Middle Ages.

And the knight who took the lead and led the charge...

Powerful magical talent, but also so full of charisma and charisma, and a group of like-minded partners to help...

In Albert, Dumbledore saw the shadow of his old friend.

He had a headache as to how to teach Albert in the future.He could no longer stand the torment of the third Dark Lord.

Albert, who had never dared to speak out, stood aside obediently and pretended to be mute. He secretly picked up a cockroach from the pile of cockroaches in the jar and threw it into his mouth. Feeling the touch of the cockroach's legs moving around in his mouth, he While eating, he watched the images Dumbledore extracted from his mind.

"Am I so handsome?" Albert Yuguo Zhao Zilong Stork thought to himself.

……

Germany, a manor outside Berlin.

Grindelwald opened his eyes.

"Hey, has that kid made his debut?"