Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Of course, Voldemort couldn't be so bored as to come and listen to the Death Eaters report their extremely boring experiences.

The purpose of his doing this was simply to determine whether there were any counterfeit people who had drunk the Polyjuice Potion among these people.

Although the Polyjuice Potion can perfectly transform one into another person, it does have a limitation: no matter if one drinks a sip or a cauldron, the transformation can only last for a maximum of two hours, after which it will revert to its original appearance.

If you want to maintain it, you must drink another sip of the potion during this period.

Voldemort took advantage of this restriction and gathered everyone together. He watched them for more than three hours and left only when no one showed any changes.

It can also be seen that Voldemort was indeed persecuted by Kyle, and he even began to doubt his own people.

Fortunately, Alastor Moody was well prepared, so the secret was not exposed.

The first thing he did after returning to Cornwall was walk into a shabby shop selling dark magic items, close the door carefully, and come to a gray mirror.

The hair of 'Laness' in the mirror has begun to change, with a few obvious white hairs, and the robe that originally fit him well has become tight.

This is a sign that the polyjuice decoction is losing its effectiveness.

Moody pulled a bottle from the counter behind him, uncorked it and took a sip.

His hair had returned to a dull blond color and his robes were fitting him once again.

But when he opened his mouth, you could clearly see that there were a few gaps in his teeth. Although they were the back molars that were not easy to notice, you could still find them if you looked carefully enough.

Moody's throat moved, as if something was squeezed out of his stomach and then spit out into his palm.

Those are some teeth.

Under the light, you can clearly see that there is a small hole on each of these teeth, a bit like a cavity.

Moody placed the tooth on the table, his expression serious.

Although he made preparations this time, it was still somewhat insufficient due to time constraints. If Voldemort delayed a little longer, he might be exposed.

Without hesitation, Moody put his wand in his mouth and flicked it.

Three more teeth fell out, and the blood dripped down from the corners of his mouth.

But Moody didn't care at all. He just carefully drilled a hole in the tooth with his wand, then waved it and picked it up.

There seemed to be some changes in the teeth, but nothing could be seen on the surface.

A full bottle of Polyjuice Potion was poured through the tiny hole into the teeth and then stuffed back into Moody's mouth.

He opened his mouth tentatively.

It’s okay, although it’s a little bit uncomfortable to get used to, but at least it’s safe.

……

While Moody was trying his best to hide the Polyjuice Potion on himself in order to avoid being discovered, Hogwarts was bustling with activity.

Saturday was supposed to be a holiday when students could sleep in, but early in the morning, they were woken up by loud knocks on the door.

The prefects rushed around the common room, dragging everyone out of bed, and then lined up the sleepy people to go to the auditorium together.

"Really? We finally waited until the weekend, but what's going on? Why do we have to go to the auditorium so early?" Ron yawned and led a group of lower grade students through the corridor of the common room.

"You've complained three times since the beginning." Behind him, Hermione said unhappily, "Ron, don't forget that you are a prefect."

"Of course I know." Ron said nonchalantly: "So, President of the Girls' Student Union, do you know what happened?"

"I don't know," said Hermione.

She just received a notice from the principal, asking her to take all the students to the auditorium, but the principal did not say why.

"Let's go quickly." Hermione urged, "The headmaster must have something important to tell us to go to the hall."

Everyone walked through the passage. Lady Violet in the portrait at the back saw so many people coming out together and subconsciously hid a wine glass behind her.

Her cheeks were red, obviously she had drunk a lot.

"I really hope she can still hear the command later." Harry glanced behind him and muttered softly.

Lady Violet had gotten drunk several times, and those students who wanted to return to the common room had to wait until she woke up before they could pass the portrait.

In fact, the person in charge of this job was not her, but the Fat Lady. However, the Fat Lady had been feeling unwell recently, so she was temporarily replaced by this drunkard.

The portrait was unwell... This sounded unbelievable, but it was true, and he had seen it with his own eyes.

After Kyle went to the principal's office that day, the Fat Lady became very agitated and changed the password five times within an hour.

From the beautiful sound of heavenly music to the graceful and melodious music, they are all related to singing.

But they really couldn't remember changing five times in an hour. Neville simply gave up and waited for someone else to take him in.

There was no other choice but Professor McGonagall to move the Fat Lady to another place to let her calm down first, and have Ms. Violet take over temporarily.

But this guy isn't very reliable.

The group walked down the stairs to the auditorium.

When they arrived, there were already many people there.

"Something big must be happening today." Ron looked at Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic, who was standing at the front of the hall, and suddenly came to his senses.

And not just the Minister, but also Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office, directors or deputy directors of several important departments, and reporters from the Daily Prophet.

This configuration is too exaggerated.

"Are the Death Eaters going to attack Hogwarts?" Harry said worriedly.

As they were talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, as if something huge had fallen heavily to the ground.

Then Hagrid walked in from outside, accompanied by an equally huge witch.

Harry knew that person, Madame Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons.

But why is she here? This isn't the Triwizard Tournament.

"Hagrid, what on earth are you doing?" Ms. Maxim said seriously, "When I first received the news, I even thought it was a prank."

"I'm sorry, Olymp," said Hagrid, "but I just happened to see your carriage when I went out the door just after I got the news."

"Are you kidding?" Ms. Maxim turned her head subconsciously.

"I swear, not at all," said Hagrid firmly.

"How strange." Maxim frowned deeply, "Dumbledore is still alive, isn't he?"

Listening to their conversation, Harry became even more nervous.

What on earth could have caused Ms. Maxime to come all the way from France...

He wanted to go over and ask for clarification, but Hagrid seemed not to see him and walked straight past.

There was no choice but for Harry to sit at the long table with the other Gryffindors.

Many more people came later, but he didn't know any of them.

The only thing that remained unchanged was that all of these people had serious expressions.

Harry even suspected for a moment that Voldemort had already appeared at the school gate and was now holding a pre-war mobilization meeting.

"Hey, move aside and make room for me."

A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting Harry's wandering thoughts, and he subconsciously turned his head.

"Kyle?" He looked at the person who came and blurted out, "Why are you here?"

"Come and watch the fun." Kyle said.

This conversation is so familiar, it seems like I heard it just yesterday.

But the problem is, there isn't that much excitement to see at Hogwarts.

But Kyle didn't explain and squeezed himself in between Harry and Ginny, which immediately caused Ginny to roll her eyes.

"Sorry." Kyle smiled. "This is the best position. If I move any further forward, Professor McGonagall will easily see me. You know, she won't let me come here again."

"Then you shouldn't have come." Ginny said unhappily, "You've already graduated, why do you always come to Hogwarts?"

"You don't have to come at other times, but not today." Kyle shook his finger. "Today is a big day. It would be a shame to miss it."

"So what happened?" Harry asked curiously.

"You'll find out in a moment." Kyle fiddled with a camera. "I promise, it will definitely make your jaw drop."

Seeing Kyle's mysterious look, Harry became even more curious.

"Just wait and see. It's no fun to tell you now." Kyle took out a bottle of potion and put it aside. "Besides, you may not believe it."

The developing solution can make the characters in the photo move, and you can process it directly after taking the photo, all in one step.

Harry drooped his eyelids. If he could beat Kyle, he would really want to... Forget it, he had to be polite. He would be deducted points for hitting others.

But they didn't have to wait too long. Soon the guests arrived, including the professors. Everyone looked at Dumbledore, who was late in the middle.

He was wearing a purple robe and his beard and hair were carefully groomed.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Dumbledore without blinking.

"Welcome, welcome to all the guests who have come from afar, and students who have to say goodbye to their warm beds. I am very sorry that I need to take up some of your time during my precious weekend."

There was a murmur of discussion in the auditorium.

"Okay, in order not to delay everyone's breakfast, I'll make it short."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I, Albus Percival Dumbledore, abandoned my responsibilities because of my personal problems and almost caused an irreparable mistake. Here, I need to apologize to everyone who has believed in me."

The surrounding chatter became louder.

"What did the headmaster do?" Ron didn't understand. "Hasn't he always been here?"

Hermione also frowned, not understanding why.

She had no recollection of something nearly going wrong because of personal problems... The wizarding world had been so quiet recently, nothing major had happened.

Except for those who know the truth, everyone else has the same idea.

Representatives from the Daily Prophet quickly pressed the shutter to record this rare moment.

The greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, apologized solemnly in front of everyone... Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that this was big news and it would definitely sell well if it was written into an article.

But it's not over yet.

Dumbledore stepped forward again, "I know I am ashamed, and after careful consideration I have decided to resign as the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

This sentence was like a bomb dropped in the auditorium, instantly making everyone explode.

"This is a joke!" someone shouted.

"Crazy, crazy, I must be dreaming!"

"That's not funny!"

……

Various noisy voices came one after another, and nearly half of the people stood up excitedly.

No one could accept the loss of Dumbledore at Hogwarts, it was a disaster.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore said loudly, his voice instantly covering the entire hall.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Finnigan," he said. "And I'm over a hundred years old. I can't keep occupying the position of headmaster forever. It's not fair to others."