Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Cedric led everyone in one direction.

For some reason, the originally lush vegetation on the Hebrides Islands has been basically cleared away, and even though it is night, the view is clear.

After climbing over a hill, there were bursts of gasps from the crowd.

It can be seen that this is a duel scene, but isn’t it a bit too exaggerated?

The first thing they saw was a large gray swamp, almost as big as the Quidditch pitch. There was a nearly three-foot-wide and bottomless crack in the ground, and the cliffs on both sides were bumpy, probably traces of magical explosions.

It is hard to imagine how fierce the battle must have been to cause such consequences.

Mr. Weasley walked over to a boulder that was almost as tall as he was, and was slightly dazed.

The boulder just fell on the crack, seemed to smash something, and left some black marks around it.

There is also a gap of similar shape on the cliff next to it.

"This should have been directly extracted by magic." Scrimgeour came over and concluded.

He tried to use his wand to control the boulder and move it away from the crack, but failed. The huge rock just shook and fell back to its original place.

It was not until Mr. Weasley and another Auror came forward to help that they were able to use a levitation spell to move the stone and put it upright on the gap.

Perfect fit.

"Was this also done by a mysterious person?" someone asked, swallowing his saliva.

If such a big stone hits your body, it will leave bruises all over your body.

"I don't know, maybe someone else did it." Mr. Weasley squatted down and studied the black things carefully.

It's a bit like rubble contaminated by black magic. Even after being smashed, it still has extremely corrosive properties.

Mr. Weasley pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket and threw it on top. In almost the blink of an eye, the parchment became dry and brown, and was blown into powder by a breeze.

It's not hard to imagine what would happen if a wizard came into contact with something like this.

"This is more like the work of a mysterious person."

Several older Aurors nodded in agreement. They had dealt with the mysterious man more than a decade ago and had witnessed his endless dark magic.

This situation is indeed consistent with the mysterious man's style.

Of course, in most cases, the mysterious man would just use the Killing Curse to deal with the enemy, and would only use other spells when fighting with Dumbledore.

They were lucky enough to meet a few times.

"Arthur, are you saying that someone fought You-Know-Who here?" Mrs. Weasley clutched her chest.

What if the mysterious man is still here... Thinking of Fred and George barging in rashly just now, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"Molly, the mysterious man should have left." Mr. Weasley said softly.

If the mysterious man was still there, there would be no way he couldn't have found them, but the fact that he didn't come for such a long time was enough to explain the problem.

"Someone must have arrived here earlier than us and chased the mysterious man away."

Can anyone drive the mysterious man away?

"Principal Dumbledore?" an Auror asked subconsciously.

In their opinion, only Albus Dumbledore could drive away the mysterious man.

"Well, I guess so." Mr. Weasley had the same idea.

Cedric on the side fell into deep thought.

He thought of another possibility.

Kyle.

After all, it was Kyle who brought him the news, which meant that the other party was also in the Hexagonal Islands and had arrived before them.

But the question is, can Kyle drive away the mysterious man?

It shouldn't be possible.

It's not that Cedric doesn't trust his friends. He admits that Kyle's strength has far surpassed them, but he doesn't believe that he can drive away the mysterious man.

After all, in everyone's opinion, only Headmaster Dumbledore can defeat the mysterious man. How can Kyle, a student who just graduated not long ago, be on par with Headmaster Dumbledore?

No one would believe it if I told them.

But if it wasn't Kyle, where was he?

Cedric calmly retreated behind the crowd and wrote a line of words on the parchment he carried with him with some trepidation.

No response.

But Cedric was also relieved.

Because the writing on the parchment was very clear and showed no sign of fading or disappearing... this meant that the other party was too far away and had already exceeded the range of the parchment.

Apparently, Kyle has left the Hesperides.

Fortunately, what Cedric feared most was that the parchment could be used but Kyle could not be found.

"Hey, come look here!"

The sudden shout from not far away brought Cedric back to his senses.

He immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from.

It was a broken cliff. Judging from the marks left on it, it must have been destroyed by magic. Moreover... it was also the source of the fierce fire that ran across the entire island.

The fierce fire started from here, and some lava-like substance would drip from it from time to time.

"Damn mysterious man, does he want to destroy the Hexagonal Islands?" someone said indignantly.

"That's the mysterious man. Is there anything he can't do?" Someone said faintly, "Hasn't he destroyed enough places?"

The man choked... Come to think of it, it seemed so. More than ten years ago, he even blew up the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, stop talking," Scrimgeour said harshly. "If you have time to talk about You-Know-Who here, you might as well think about how to put out these fiendish flames. If you let them go on like this, the Hesperidian Islands will really be burned through."

The Aurors immediately shut up.

"If it's to extinguish the Fiendfyre..." Mr. Weasley thought for a moment and said, "The End of All Curses. This is the most effective spell."

"No problem," Scrimgeour said. "Larry, take a few people to guard the area. The others who can use this spell stand in a row and put their wands into the ground. This will give them a wider range."

Upon hearing this, the team automatically split up, with some people going to the surrounding areas and the rest taking the initiative to come to Li Huo's position.

At Scrimgeour's command, everyone immediately inserted their wands emitting orange light into the ground beneath their feet.

"All curses end!"

The ground seemed to have cracked into an orange crack, and raging orange flames gushed out, covering the golden fire and quickly swallowing it, disappearing together.

After the fierce fire was extinguished, the magma-like substances began to cool and solidify rapidly, emitting a choking smell.

"Yeah, it's very effective." Scrimgeour stood up. This time, the Ten Thousand Ending Spells used by everyone together almost extinguished the fifty-foot-long Fiendfire. The effect was remarkable, and there was still... um...

Scrimgeour looked at the endless golden line of fire and sighed softly.

"Keep working hard...try to put out all of these before dawn, damn mysterious man."

"Yeah, damn you-know-who."

Others were also cursing in their hearts.

Although the area of ​​these fierce fires was not large, they were too long. The spells cast by so many people combined could only extinguish a small section of them.

Fortunately, this thing is not spreading, otherwise they would be really helpless.

"Arthur, don't be in a daze!" Scrimgeour urged.

Mr. Weasley hurriedly trotted into the team, stuck his wand into the ground again, and began to repeat the action endlessly.

……

Scrimgeour was optimistic.

When they finished clearing the last section of the fierce fire, it was already noon the next day.

After working from night to day, the hungry people collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Several people took out their wands and looked at them, with an expression that looked as if they wanted to cry but couldn't.

Their wands are broken.

Although a layer of magical protection will be formed on the wand before using All Spells End, it is hard not to use it continuously.

After being stuck into the ground countless times, the outermost layer of the wand had been completely worn out, revealing the core inside. Some people's wands had even broken.

Mr. Weasley looked a little bewildered. His wand was also broken, and it would cost a lot of money to replace it with a new one...

"It's okay Dad, we'll pay." Fred and George came over and said caringly.

They didn't have to curse all the people, but they escaped a disaster, and at the same time they missed the scene of so many people changing wands at the same time.

If possible, they would like to join in, and Ollivander's expression will definitely be very interesting then.

"Damn mysterious man." Someone cursed in a low voice, which quickly resonated with the people around him.

They were not freshmen at Hogwarts, so there was no discount on wand purchases. To replace a new wand would cost them nearly half a month's salary.

However, some people feel fortunate that compared to meeting the mysterious man directly, just spending money to buy a new wand is already a good result.

"Rufus, shouldn't the Auror Office reimburse us for the wand money?" Someone came over and said, "It doesn't have to be much, twenty Galleons will be enough."

It was Mundungus. No one knew where he had gone just now and he had been missing for a long time. Now that there seemed to be profit to be made, he suddenly jumped out.

If it were any other time, he wouldn't dare to appear in front of the Director of the Auror Office, but now it was different, he was here on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix.

Scrimgeour frowned. He didn't like this Mundungus. He even felt a little disgusted with him because he had too many shortcomings.

A petty thief, a coward, and someone who forgets his principles when he sees profit... I really don't know why Dumbledore recruited such a person into the Order of the Phoenix.

Is it because I am too old and confused?

And he didn't contribute anything at all, yet you still have the nerve to ask him for money?

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a sudden dragon roar.

And the sounds became more and more numerous, and soon spread throughout the entire island.

Even though they didn't understand fire dragons, they could hear the anger in each other's voices.

"This is... the Black Dragon of the Hexagonal Islands!" Cedric was the first to react and said in horror.

As he spoke, the sky quickly grew dark, and a large number of black dragons hovered in the air, blocking out the sun.

"It's over..."

Some people slumped on the ground.

If so many fire dragons rushed over together, they would surely die.

"I remember this is the territory of the black dragon, and this kind of fire dragon hates magic the most."

"It's over. It must be that our All Curses Ending Curse just now attracted their attention."

"No, it should have nothing to do with us." As a former dragon keeper, Charlie had some understanding of fire dragons.

"If it was the end of all curses, they should have rioted at the beginning. There was no need to wait until now.

"And don't forget, Fiendfyre is also magic, a more active dark magic... Strange, why were they so quiet before?"

Charlie didn't understand why the black dragons didn't make any noise when Li Huo was still there. He always thought that the black dragons were no longer nearby.

Just as they finished clearing out the fierce fire, these big guys ran out.

"So what should we do now..."

No one cared about the Black Dragon's thoughts. Everyone immediately stood up and took out their wands that were riddled with holes.

Use this thing to resist the fire dragon?

Do not make jokes.

Scrimgeour's expression was also very solemn. He raised his head and stared at the fire dragon in the sky.

"Don't do it, don't do it, put your wand down quickly."

Miles ran over breathlessly from a distance, "Put down your wand quickly, and don't stimulate them again."

"You are..." Scrimgeour looked at the person warily.

"Myles McFastie."

"Are you from the McFastie family?"

"Yes." Miles nodded, "Don't use magic anymore. You don't want to see a black dragon fly to England, do you?"

"What on earth is going on here?" Scrimgeour demanded sharply. "Where were you before?"

"Calm down the black dragon on the other side of the island." Miles said calmly without any fear, "Prevent them from being killed by the mysterious man!"

"Can the mysterious man kill the fire dragon?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"If you had met him, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question." Miles glanced at the striker who was speaking and was too lazy to explain anything.

In fact, black dragons have been killed by the mysterious man, and more than one.

A hint of regret flashed across Miles' eyes, then he turned his head and whistled.

The black dragon in the sky calmed down a little after hearing the sound, but still did not come down. It continued to fly in the sky, making deafening roars.

"What on earth is going on here?" Scrimgeour asked again.

"The mysterious man is hunting down another wizard whose name I don't know." Miles said in a deep voice, "As for what happened between them, as I said just now, I was on the other side of the island before and I don't know clearly."

"Then what about these black dragons?" Charlie asked, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to feel... fear from their voices."

It is really unbelievable that a fire dragon can feel fear.

"It is indeed fear." Miles glanced at Charlie, "If you had seen the fierce fire magic that was like a natural disaster and the mysterious man's action of blowing up half of the mountain, you would also be afraid."

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"No need, and you can't help..." At this point, Miles suddenly paused, "Well, this time the commotion is too big, it's difficult for us to pacify the black dragon in a short time.

"If possible, could you please contact a professional and ask him to come over here."

"professional?"

"That's Mr. Chris Chopper from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," Miles said. "He's been here before and is very good at dealing with black dragons. He should be able to help us a lot."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Cedric. Among so many people present, he was the only one from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Well, I'm sorry." Cedric walked out and scratched his hair. "The director went to deal with the remaining Dementors two days ago. He has not been in the department recently. I looked for him before I came, but there was no one in his office."

"Is that so?" Miles shook his head. "Forget it, I'll just write to Mr. Scamander. I hope he has time."

"Then let's..."

Mr. Weasley was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Miles.

"I am very grateful for your help in putting out the fierce fire on the island." Miles waved his hand and said, "But you are used to solving problems with magic. You are not suitable to help appease the black dragon. Staying here will only cause us trouble."

"If you want to ask anything, please come back after we have pacified the black dragon. I will then tell you everything I know."

Scrimgeour was still a little hesitant. He didn't want to miss any clue related to the mysterious man.

But a flame falling from the sky made him make a split second decision. The flame was only a few feet away from them, and the black dragon seemed to want to rush over and kill them, but because Miles was beside them, it did not act immediately.

"We'll be back," said Scrimgeour.

The black dragon on the island is in chaos now, so it is indeed not a good time to ask questions.

In addition, they must also replace the wand with a good one as soon as possible.

……