Enter Hogwarts

The professor who didn’t wash his hair took Li Ang and Sevens all the way to the principal’s office.

"The principal asked me to inform you to wait for him here."

After carefully looking at Li Ang up and down, Snape said this sentence.

Then he walked away in a hurry again.

Li Ang slumped on the chair where he usually sat, feeling that it would be perfect if he had a glass of ice cream at this time.

If you really can’t, butterbeer with ice will do...

"Anyway... tonight is finally over..."

"Yeah...it's finally over..." Severns looked at it, didn't dare to sit in the principal's exclusive seat, and sat down directly on the carpet.

"I have been studying at Hogwarts for five years, but nothing is as exciting as the experience I had tonight. Frant and Fiona will be jealous of me..."

As he was talking, Severns suddenly took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

The symbol of a half-open eye on the parchment was flickering.

That is the new function of the Messaging Parchment.

The symbol was designed by Li Ang.

"It's news from Frant and the others!" Severns was shocked and looked carefully.

"How to say?" Li Ang asked.

"Fiona said that after we left the castle, a large number of artificially bred 'monsters' appeared in the castle..." Severns frowned, "The professors were busy with the prefects and senior students for a long time, and finally Just solved it."

"She and Frant chased one of them and eventually discovered the source was in the Room of Requirement."

"The Room of Requirement? Can't the Room of Requirement only be opened from the inside?"

"Or are there intelligences in those hybrid monsters?"

"No, it was a house elf who opened the door and released those ghosts. It seems to have something to do with the Nott family." The parchment in Severns' hand also turned into ashes and said, "But Fiona and the others failed to catch it.”

Li Ang was not surprised at all.

Although house elves may be slightly inferior to those powerful human wizards in terms of magic power, their spellcasting abilities are very abnormal.

Basically the restrictions for wizards are useless to them.

Not to mention two fifth years, Leon suspected that even Dumbledore would have to put in a lot of effort to keep a house elf.

"So...who is that guy at the end tonight?" Severns asked a question that he had been holding back all night.

"Ah, that! That's the resurrected Voldemort..."

Li Ang said sleepily.

There was dead silence in the office, and Severs opened his mouth wide and failed to respond.

"What? Boy, what did you say!" In the portrait on the wall, Principal Black could no longer pretend to be asleep, and shouted with wide eyes.

"Ah, I heard it. Why are you shouting so loudly?" Li Ang glanced up at a member of the Black family, "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about how the magic portrait makes sounds..."

However, the most unpopular principal ignored Li Ang and hurriedly slipped away from the portrait, wondering if he was going to confirm the news.

Suddenly, the door behind him was pushed open, and Dumbledore in white robes appeared at the door.

"Principal!" Severns quickly stood up and slapped Li Ang, who almost fell asleep.

"Ah, it seems that you are exhausted..." Dumbledore walked behind the desk, "Although it is very late now, I may have to delay you for a while..."

"But the good news is that the whole school will have a day off tomorrow..."

"So, now, who can tell me what happened tonight to satisfy the curiosity of this old man like me?"

Severns spoke briefly.

"So, Professor, is that...really that person back?" Sevens finally asked stammering.

You really can't blame him for being cowardly. You know, Grindelwald, who almost swept across Europe and Africa, did not bring greater fear to the wizards of the British Isles than that man.

After all, Grindelwald doesn't take pleasure in killing people.

To a certain extent, having no nose is the same as a certain failed student in the hearts of wizards from the country of Yu.

"I'm afraid it's true, Mr. Foley." After a long moment of silence, Dumbledore said softly.

"Okay, we have enough troubles tonight, why not have a glass of butterbeer and sleep until midnight?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a glass of butterbeer appeared in front of Severns and Leon.

Severns very wisely took his glass and left politely.

Only then did Li Ang ask aloud: "Professor, so... is it good news?"

"Oh, half and half, one good news and one bad news." Dumbledore rarely rubbed his temples.

"The good news is that what was resurrected after all was just a fragment of his soul. I destroyed his resurrected body and Horcrux."

"The bad news is that Tom's research on souls has undoubtedly surpassed mine, and this remnant of his soul has still slipped away..."

Li Ang was a little dumbfounded.

"Uh...you mean...we have to face two Voldemorts in the future?!"

"To be precise, it's all him, Mr. Green." Dumbledore smiled, "But to be precise, yes, the two of them are considered independent individuals."

"However, don't worry too much. If he loses the container where he is staying, he will no longer be unkillable. Of course, this also means that he will be more cautious."

"No matter what, we have completely destroyed his three Horcruxes, Mr. Green." Seemingly sensing that Leon was in a bad mood, Dumbledore said seriously: "You have to know, this is already our This is the closest I’ve been to him in the past 30 years.”

"I have to thank you, Mr. Green."

"No, professor, I'm just doing it for myself." Leon refused Dumbledore's top hat for himself, "I'm not as bad as you think..."

"Lack the loyalty of Hufflepuff and the courage of Gryffindor?" Dumbledore interrupted Leon, "Yes, Leon, the Sorting Hat mentioned it to me."

"But I don't think so."

"Knowledge, reason, loyalty, courage, these are the things hidden deep in each of our hearts."

"You just haven't dug it out yet."

"Okay, Mr. Green, it's very late today."

"I'm sure Pomona is worried about you too."

"So go back now and have a good sleep."

"Old man, I haven't retired yet. It's not your responsibility to face Voldemort..."

Li Ang hesitated and drank the last sip of butterbeer.

"Professor, actually I have always wanted to say it."

"Back then, even without you, Voldemort would have become what he is now."

"this is not your fault."

"Besides, that ancient tomb was discovered by Senior Severs and I first."

"Should we have a share of the things in there?"

Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking at the wooden door being slowly closed, he slowly leaned back on the chair, thinking of that sunny afternoon again in his mind.

And the boy with an unruly face but eyes full of surprises...