Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, may I borrow your fireplace?"

Mochier, who was far away at No. 12 Drimo Square, couldn't help but ask. He really couldn't worry about the laboratory in such a big scene.

Of course, these magical animals are also urgently needed research materials in the laboratory-there are even fire dragons among them.

Mochir really didn't expect that the Dark Lord would be able to cause such a big battle after taking control of Professor Kettleburn, but if he thought about it carefully, the old professor had worked hard at Hogwarts for decades, and the Forbidden Forest It can be called the Forbidden Forest, and he has to bear a large part of the responsibility for it. It doesn't seem impossible to be able to lead such an army of magical animals to riot.

The only place in the entire Hogwarts that can be reached through the Floo Network is the fireplace in Dumbledore's office, and this fireplace can only be used with the principal's permission.

"Of course, Professor Cavendish, you really should stand by your student at this time."

Dumbledore agreed. The communication between the top Legilimency masters is so simple. They can truly "be as close to each other as far apart as the world" at the soul level.

In this room, not even Professor Snape knew about the exchange just now.

Dumbledore commanded calmly: "Minerva, Hagrid will take care of it. You stay in the castle and take the students back to their dormitories. Go now."

Then, he looked at Snape again, "Severus, you stay here, I still need your help."

"Dumbledore, but..." Professor McGonagall wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Dumbledore's eyes.

Snape knew that Dumbledore still needed him. Compared with the monsters that escaped from the Forbidden Forest, the magic that Lily cast on Harry was what they needed to pay more attention to.

Obviously, Dumbledore is not omnipotent. He sometimes needs help from others. At least in terms of the principles of magic, it is definitely better to have one more person to discuss it than to figure it out alone.

As soon as the door of the principal's office was closed, green flames rose from the fireplace, and Mochir walked out of it.

Although Grimmauld Place has been abandoned for many years, the Floo network there still has hundreds of years left to pay.

"Professor Dumbledore...oh, and Professor Snape, good evening."

"Hello, Professor Cavendish."

"Sir, I think I can go and help Professor McGonagall."

"of course."

Dumbledore wanted Moqil to continue reading here. After all, people of different eras have different understandings of magic. But Moqil obviously came back just to go outside, and Dumbledore could also understand Moqil's interest in the experiment. The worries about his family have been all his efforts this year.

After walking out of the principal's office, Mochier took out his alchemy telescope on the corridor and looked towards the forest in the distance.

The Moqil laboratory site is right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There are lights shining inside, and it is obvious that there are still people staying up late doing experiments.

The impregnable magic outside the laboratory has been activated. Outside the magic barrier, a bunch of eyes shining with deep green light are hovering eagerly.

The magic circle should be able to last for a while, which made Moqil relieved, and he was extremely glad that he was back.

When the school is in danger, the school's primary protection target must be the students in the castle, and it is difficult to take care of them outside the castle. If Moqil does not come back, even Professor Flitwick will only protect Ravenclaw. Labor students are the first target and will not leave the castle easily.

Since the laboratory can still withstand it for a while, there is no need to worry.

Mochir did not leave the castle immediately, but walked towards his office. No matter how powerful a person is, can he still deal with so many magical animals?

He needs help.

……

In the principal's office,

Dumbledore and Snape watched the live broadcast again.

"You!" Harry in the crystal ball gasped in surprise.

"It's me," Professor Kettleburn smiled, the wrinkles on his face rippled like water, and he said calmly, "I was just wondering if I would meet you here, Potter."

"I was I thought—it was Snape—"

"Eh~ Hehehe!" An extremely evil laugh came from the old professor's throat. He took out a small silver pot from his coat pocket, sucked it into his throat for a few sips, and his old face It melted like silt, revealing its true appearance underneath.

This scene made Harry's hair stand on end. It reminded him of the horror movies he had seen in free outdoor theaters before.

The face that gradually emerged turned out to be a beautiful female face. The laughter gradually became shrill and frightening. Although the appearance changed, the cold and hoarse voice coming from the other person's throat remained the same. "Yeah, Snape doesn't seem like a nice guy, does he? He is indeed an ill-fed dog."

……

Snape, who was watching this scene in the principal's office, looked gloomy and terrifying.

Dumbledore also frowned slightly,

"Dumbledore, who is this woman?"

"Does it matter? Severus is just a poor man who had his soul taken away from him."

……

"who are you?"

Harry asked loudly. He had never seen the woman in front of him at Hogwarts, and he had never heard this voice before.

The burning sensation on his forehead kept him awake, and he had a feeling that the person in front of him was Voldemort.

"Who am I?" the woman asked, "I am a poor Albanian witch, hard-working and enthusiastic, but I was sold to England by my husband and worked as a prostitute in a red light alley. I killed the bedbugs lying on my body. Back to Albania…”

"You lied!" Before the woman could finish speaking, Harry retorted loudly, "You are Voldemort!"

"Oh, at least you are not as stupid as I thought, Potter." The smile on the woman's face disappeared, replaced by a snake waiting for an opportunity, "I was supposed to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Potter, but there's something wrong... Okay, now come over here!"

The woman waved the magic spell in her hand. She didn't even recite the spell. Harry's wand flew into the other person's hand, and Harry himself flew in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"What did you see? Potter."

Harry had seen this mirror before at Christmas, when he saw his parents in it, but this time, he did not see his parents holding him in their arms.

he saw-

My own Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Alastor Moody.

Moody in the mirror raised his finger and put it to his mouth. With his other hand, he took out a red stone from his pocket and put it into Harry's pocket.

Harry's heart suddenly calmed down.

A year of Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons had already taught Harry how powerful the old and frail wizard in front of him was. Even if there was a guy standing behind him who was probably Voldemort, Harry felt at ease. .