From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

After the members of the Hogwarts Board of Directors left, there were only six people left in the room: Principal Dippet, the four deans, and Sivan.

Professor Mellors took out a notepad from somewhere, took out a quill and crossed out a line of words on it. Then, she looked at the last line of notes, raised her head and said to everyone present:

"Then, we have one last job left - to restore the operation of the castle!"

The professors nodded in approval.

"Yes, it's almost curfew time, but the little Slytherin wizards still can't enter the common room. You see, most of them are waiting in the courtyard!" Professor Slughorn pointed. Outside the door, he said to the others.

"Who says it isn't? Now the barrel at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room cannot be turned into a passage. It is completely blocked!" Professor Beery agreed.

Dumbledore also joined their conversation with great interest and said: "What a coincidence, the Fat Lady can't open the entrance to the Gryffindor common room now."

After he finished speaking, the three deans turned to look at Professor Mellors in unison.

"Okay." Professor Mellors spread his hands angrily and said helplessly. "Ravenclaw's eagle knocker has also outlived its usefulness."

Listening to the professors' conversation, Xiwen pricked up his ears and felt that he had heard something extraordinary.

‘Doesn’t this mean that I know the entrances to the common rooms of other colleges? Maybe...' Xiwen thought excitedly, but immediately rejected himself. After all, not every college is as weird as Ravenclaw, who doesn't even have a serious password...

"Ahem..." Principal Dippet coughed twice, leaned back on the chair a little tiredly, and sighed. "But after nearly a thousand years, we have long lost the specific magic structure diagram of the castle. With current technology, we cannot accurately find out how to repair each magic node."

"Then I'm afraid we can only rearrange the magic system in the castle." Professor Melos covered his forehead in distress and said weakly. "This is not a task that can be completed in a day or two, and students simply cannot wait that long."

After listening to these words, the professors all fell into deep thought, each thinking about how to deal with the magic node problem.

"Let's not talk about anything else. Let's at least spend this evening first. How about finding another place for the little wizards to rest?" Professor Bierley was a little worried about whether the little wizards would have many negative emotions and other psychological problems after the disaster. , asked. "Who is responsible for calming their emotions now?"

"Huma and Adebe are busy," Dumbledore said. "After such a big incident, none of the other professors went home. Everyone is helping to settle the little wizards. In addition, the prefects are also helping. The atmosphere in the castle is pretty good, and nothing big went wrong."

"That's good." Professor Bierley breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't we let the little wizards lay down their bedding in the auditorium tonight?" Professor Slughorn suggested. "After all, the auditorium is big enough and it's on the first floor. It's easy to take care of us if anything happens."

"That's all we can do for now." Professor Mellors nodded. "Then take action and arrange the students in your own college."

"As for Armando, go and have a rest. Why don't you look at how bad your face is?" She turned to Principal Dippet and said sternly.

"I can hold on a little longer." Principal Dippet smiled bitterly and forced himself to sit up.

"Don't be brave, you have to rest when you need to, Principal." Professor Slughorn found a bottle of potion from his storage box and handed it to Principal Dippet.

Then he stood up and walked towards Sivan, smiled and said: "Let's go, Sivan. The two of us will inform the little guys in Slytherin."

However, looking at the tasks quickly assigned by the professors, Xiwen always felt that something was missing.

"Professor, what about the people trapped in the common room?"

Professor Slughorn froze on the spot.

"You mean... there's still a little wizard trapped in the common room?"

Xiwen nodded and said, "Yes, I have two roommates inside."

Several other professors also heard Xiwen's words and came over with solemn expressions.

"Horace, how about ventilation in your college's common room without magic support?" Principal Dippet asked with a frown.

"To be honest, I don't know. No one has ever experienced this situation before!" Professor Slughorn replied, shaking his head anxiously.

"Then we can only underestimate the ventilation situation in the lounge as much as possible. According to the size inside, the little wizards may not be able to stay for a day at all. We should probably prepare for the worst." The principal sighed weakly, said.

"When necessary, we can only forcefully destroy the entrance to the common room..."

Upon hearing that the common room might need to be forcibly destroyed, the professors had complex and unacceptable expressions on their faces.

After all, the common room of each college carries the millennium heritage of the college and the beautiful memories of the teenage years of all college students. The professors also came from their student days, and their affection for the common room is still very deep. If they really wanted to destroy it, how could they not have mixed feelings?

"Armando, wait a moment." At this time, Dumbledore accidentally glanced at Sivan, and then seemed to suddenly think of something and said. "Maybe there's someone out there who knows how to fix the magic node at Hogwarts."

"You mean..." Principal Dippet asked.

"Ms. Grey!"

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There is a gorgeous cell in the dungeon level of Hogwarts.

It was covered with a thick cashmere carpet, with two luxurious sofas placed on the carpet, a coffee table and a writing desk. It didn't look like a prison cell at all, but rather like a well-decorated apartment room.

Ghost Xiwen floated above the sofa, looking at the guests outside the door with a half-smile.

"Now do you know that the real murderer is someone else?" he asked.

"Mr. Strange, I solemnly apologize for my previous misunderstanding of you." Principal Dippet bent down and bowed to Ghost Sivan.

"Okay, okay, forget about apologizing." Ghost Xiwen sidled aside. After all, the principal is also a three-hundred-year-old man, and Xiwen has no habit of asking his elders to salute him.

"If an apology is useful, why should we compensate? Let's just talk about something real."

He crossed his arms and floated in the air, looked down at several professors, and said with a chuckle.

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