Spell Players at Hogwarts

Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

In the past two years, Lynch never thought that one day he would be stabbed in the back. After all, as long as he grasped the main context of the development of the story and was a promoter rather than an executor, he would naturally be the only one left. Make arrangements for others.

But God is unpredictable, and people... people are weird.

How did Qiu develop her shrimp-like personality?

Lin Qi recalled carefully, but in his impression, apart from the common tool, there seemed to be nothing special.

Probably, this is the awakening of the tool man.

After accompanying Dumbledore into the school doctor's office, it must be admitted that Lynch's whole body was numb.

Safety is out of the question. Who didn’t dream of a great empire when they were young?

Dumbledore is old. Even if it is made clear, what can Dumbledore do?

Is he planning to ruin the future of the wizards of the country?

Lin, who holds the Hogwarts Oath, is not afraid at all.

"To be honest, I don't know what's going on."

Standing beside Professor Trelawney's bed, Lynch spread his hands and shrugged expressionlessly, his eyes slightly closed, leaving only an unforgettable trace of blue.

"Qiu and I were learning how to prophesy, but it turned out that Trelawney didn't follow martial ethics and insisted on getting involved. We are just students, and she is a professor, and we can't refuse, so we have to let her go."

Dumbledore's face was as calm as water, as if these words had not reached the old headmaster's ears.

"I know, Sybil is always so enthusiastic."

The old principal's face was obviously full of smiles, but in the eyes of some people...

"I'm just an ordinary little wizard at Hogwarts. How can I refuse the professor's request?"

Lynch sighed and tried to show the innocence of a white lotus.

However, someone who is not proficient in tea ceremony obviously cannot catch the eye of Dumbledore, but he looks at Qiu and Madam Pomfrey next to him for a while...

Diaphragm response?

"Do you want to watch it? If you want to chat, go out and turn left!"

In front of the patient, Madam Pomfrey obviously did not intend to give this old man any face.

And Lynch!

From praise in the first year to doubts in the second year and then to this year...

Madam Pomfrey finally figured out that Hogwarts would be destroyed in the hands of two people sooner or later.

"Sorry, I'm just a little confused."

Dumbledore looked apologetically at the hard-working therapist. As the most stable supporter of Hogwarts, not just any therapist has as extensive and comprehensive therapeutic experience as Madam Pomfrey.

This is the pillar of Hogwarts!

"Although I'm not very proficient in treatment, I still have some ability in judging damage."

As Dumbledore spoke, his wrinkled palm pressed on Professor Trelawney's head.

Therefore, Trelawney is actually Dumbledore’s illegitimate daughter, and I don’t know if Uncle Grindelwald knows this.

"Her emotions are very confusing." Dumbledore said softly, and a layer of radiance visible to the naked eye emerged in the hands of the old headmaster.

Lynch was not sure whether the old headmaster was using Legilimency, but judging from the current situation, looking through memories would not cause much trouble to Master Dumbledore.

Well, after all, Professor Trelawney, just... the kind that Nick doesn't even look at, really doesn't even look at.

"How's it going, Professor?"

Lynch sniffed guiltily. Until now, he was sure that Professor Trelawney must have spied on something, but this few words could not prove anything except that Professor Trelawney ordered the food.

"She...attacked you?"

"Me? No, no, I didn't do it!"

Lynch quickly shook his head, "Professor Trelawney just interpreted my tea cup, and then said what about apples, plum blossoms and... big screws?"

"Big screw?" Dumbledore was obviously stunned.

"It's something like a fire demon. I'm not sure, but I really want to use these things in the next version of the expansion pack for Wizarding World."

"Is the Wizarding Domain progressing so fast?"

"Of course, in addition to the balance changes in the numerical values, I plan to maintain the pace of one copy in March and one version in June for data filling."

Lynch showed no pressure. With the support of the entire Muggle team, as long as the logic is smooth, no matter what kind of plot is rendered by magic, it can become very smooth.

So, how to publish it in the Muggle world? I don’t know if Nick has any clues about how to connect the computer with the Tmall host. As long as a reasonable recording and reading and writing method is found, the VR game in the Wizarding World will definitely be released. capable of social circulation.

At that time, no matter what large-scale online games or e-sports, in the holographic simulation space capsule, they will all be younger brothers!

"So fast!"

Dumbledore looked surprised, recalling his progress and a few old friends...

"Stay energetic, it doesn't matter if you slow down a little." Lynch showed a gesture of thinking about the players.

"You're here to discuss the game!"

Just as the two were chatting heatedly, Madam Pomfrey, with a gloomy face, slapped Dumbledore's palm away.

"Ah... I'm sorry Poppy, I'm just a little surprised." Dumbledore said apologetically, "Sibyl's head is very confusing, and the memories related to it are almost all broken into fragments, as if they were manipulated by a profound The same thing as the Forgetting Curse."

"Are you sure it's not dark magic?" Lynch recalled Professor Trelawney's bruised veins. "She looked terrible at the time."

"Prophecies have to pay a price after all. Even wizards cannot pry into the mysteries of the long river of time."

"It's just... I'm sorry, I also know a few good prophecy masters. Even prophecies that have a profound impact on the world can be clearly displayed. But now it looks more like Sibyl has suffered some kind of attack, like It’s…dark magic.”

"Crushing out the bones?"

Dumbledore: ?

Lynch: (￣ー￣)

"That's what I said."

"It's very vivid, but not appropriate." Dumbledore looked thoughtfully at a kid who mentioned it casually, but ended up pronouncing the scale of the spell word for word.

Fortunately, Lynch is not a Slytherin, otherwise, Dumbledore might have begun to consider whether to let his younger generation see what truly powerful magic is.

"Can you tell me about the situation at that time?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Qiu Le happily acted out the image of an innocent girl without shoes, and then said it word by word, even with subjective judgment.

Not only the content of the prophecy, but also the personal business bragging between the two is included.

Dumbledore did not interrupt, but nodded happily.

Dumbledore's plan to marry his granddaughter failed!

Autumn is so big that the black-hearted rabbit even bought a spare tire, which is already out of Dumbledore's basic training conditions.

"Professor Trelawney was in a very bad state at the time. Her voice was hoarse and her veins were bulging."

Dumbledore stopped nodding.

"and then?"

"Then it's about the prophecy." Lynch rolled his eyes and stopped Qiu's jealous behavior.

"Yes." Qiu said quickly, "At first I thought it was Lynch who had stuck Professor Trelawney's throat, but Professor Trelawney's neck was indeed..."

"The narrative is not nonsense, Ms. Zhang, please pay attention to your words." Lin Qi looked at Qiu expressionlessly. If it were Professor Tom, Ms. Zhang would probably already be...

"It seems that there is indeed a story that we don't know about." Dumbledore sighed. For some reason, he recalled that night in the Pig's Head Bar.

Originally, Dumbledore thought this was an ordinary job search, as Sybil was still a young girl at the time.

For this young and green fruit, Dumbledore refused from any angle.

Not everyone has Professor McGonagall's ability, that meticulous attitude, that shrewd and capable... body?

But no one could have imagined that this first-year dropout, an eccentric Ravenclaw, could actually say such incredible things.

By the way...Are all Ravenclaws so weird?

Watching the close companions killing each other in front of him, Dumbledore felt the breath of youth for the first time in a while.

"It's a backlash because of the prophecy, but as for the big screw, is it possible that the Wizarding God's Domain will occupy a very important position in the future?"

Lynch was a little confused. If version predictions could harm these prophecy leaders, wouldn't the clairvoyants on the wizard forum...

"Sorry, I don't know much about this. After all, personally, I believe more in planning and facts."

Lynch suddenly realized that after all, Dumbledore was the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I don't quite understand, Professor." Lynch paused and then asked, "About prophecy... what I think of the future is nothing more than integrating existing data and then speculating on future possibilities. This will give birth to There are countless choices, but Professor Trelawney is not like that. Compared to what I think is a prophecy, Professor Trelawney seems to get the answer directly?"

"This……"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Destiny?" Lynch was stunned for a moment, "I believe in the script more than fate."

"Interesting statement." Dumbledore looked at Lynch, and then the two established principals of Hogwarts smiled knowingly, and the air was filled with the smell of like-minded people.

"Actually, I don't have a field of vision, but in the early years, I asked Nick similar questions." Dumbledore said slowly, "According to Nick, everything that can be predicted is actually Everything can be changed, and only those irreversible things will make people feel despair. Rather than saying that the prophecy is an arrangement of fate, it is better to say that it is magic reminding and warning the wizard."

"After all, destiny...it seems to be as solid as a rock, but as long as you master the method, even a drop of water can penetrate the rock."