Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Not long after Professor McGonagall left, the whole of Hogwarts came into action.

Even though it was already night, all the professors rushed over from all directions as quickly as possible.

"Oh...Minerva..." Slughorn ran down the stairs breathlessly, and came to Professor McGonagall's side with heavy footsteps and wheezing breaths.

"Minerva...can you explain why you suddenly want to wake up the students when it's already so late?"

"For safety's sake," said Professor McGonagall.

"Safe...Okay." Slughorn stroked the exquisite silk pajamas on his body and looked around. "Does Severus know? Why don't I see him?"

"There's no need to trouble our headmaster for such a small matter," said Professor McGonagall.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the silver tabby cat patronus broke into all the professors' offices, except for the most important principal's office.

"I'm sorry to wake everyone up." Professor McGonagall held her wand in her hand, "I think the man who must not be named may be here soon. Before that, we must ensure that all students are safely sent out of the castle."

Sprout gasped and subconsciously took two steps back, but he stumbled and almost tripped.

"I'm sorry, Filius," she said quickly.

Professor Flitwick rubbed his shoulders. He was also shocked by the news brought by Professor McGonagall. He was completely unaware of the actions of the people around him, otherwise he could have avoided them.

But Flitwick didn't care.

"What should we do?" he asked in a shrill voice. "You must know that no matter what we do, we can't keep You-Know-Who out, right?"

"That was the case before," said Professor McGonagall, her eyes twinkling, "but Kell just brought us some good news. That person is injured."

"Injured?" Professor Flitwick exclaimed. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, professor." At this time, Kyle also walked over from not far away.

"I don't doubt your intention." Professor Flitwick calmed down, "But this news is too shocking. Can you tell me in detail?"

"As far as I know, about three times."

Kyle thought for a moment, "The first time was when the Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic a few months ago. At that time, the mysterious man and Professor Dumbledore had a big battle abroad. He stole Professor Dumbledore's wand, but he also paid a heavy price."

"Then in Godric's Hollow, I saw the You-Know-Who's half body was charred by Professor Dumbledore's magic.

"It was still the same half of the body. Not long after, it was burned by the Fierce Fire Curse again."

Every time Kyle spoke, the professors around him gasped and hissing sounds rose one after another.

The main reason was that they spent most of their time in Hogwarts Castle, and the only way they could get information was through the Daily Prophet and conversations between colleagues. Before this, they really didn't know these secrets, especially the last two.

"Was Dumbledore there at Godric's Hollow?" Professor Sprout muttered in confusion. "I never heard him mention it. And what about Fiendfyre?"

Professor McGonagall actually knew more than them, but she was not very clear about some details.

Based on Kyle's description, she thought for a moment and said, "It should be a weather spell."

"what?"

"In Godric's Hollow," she said, "Albus must have used a weather spell and runes to artificially create lightning, which is his specialty.

"Remember? The gang of thieves who broke into Hogwarts thirty years ago were caught in this way. The lightning that appeared out of nowhere instantly made more than twenty wizards lose their ability to resist."

"Oh, I remember now," said Professor Flitwick. "I had just joined Hogwarts at that time, and I was really envious of his skills."

"It was incredibly powerful." Kyle also said, "The mysterious man had trouble walking at that time.

"Add to that the Fiendish Fire Curse that followed. I'm sure the You-Know-Who is in a very bad state right now. He didn't even dare to show up when the Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic, even though Dumbledore was dead."

After listening to Kyle's words, several professors fell into deep thought... If you look at it this way, now is indeed the best opportunity to eliminate the mysterious man.

"But Kyle..." Slughorn, who had finally caught his breath, said, "If that's the case, how could that man who can't even be named come to Hogwarts? He should know that this place is more dangerous than the Ministry of Magic."

"If I were him, I would definitely find a place to hide. Dumbledore is dead anyway... Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm just stating a fact."

Slughorn looked at the looks of the professors during the week and explained hastily, "What I meant is that now that his biggest rival is gone, there's no need to rush to deal with Hogwarts."

"In theory, that's right." Kyle smiled, "But I gave him a reason to come."

"What is it?"

"Here." Kyle took out the Ravenclaw diadem, "Professor Slughorn, you should be familiar with things like Horcruxes."

Slughorn's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously took two steps back, hesitatingly saying, "Listen, I've heard of it."

Of course he knew, or it was because of his teachings that Tom Riddle learned how to make Horcruxes.

In order to cover up this fact and to avoid being killed by Voldemort, he even modified his memory and hid everywhere.

Could it be...

Slughorn couldn't help but look up at the crown... and the next second, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was no sign of a Horcrux on it.

"I didn't expect that the mysterious wizard in the newspaper turned out to be you." Slughorn regained his confidence. "Do you think the mysterious man wants to get the crown and make it into a Horcrux?"

Looking at Slughorn's pretense, Kyle had no intention of exposing him. He just shook his head and said, "He does have this idea, and he has already done it. He made the crown into his own Horcrux more than a decade ago."

"That's impossible!" Slughorn blurted out. "That's not what Horcruxes look like."

"That's because the soul fragments inside have been cleaned up." Kyle looked at him and smiled, "Mr. Nicolas Flamel's craftsmanship is very good, right? It looks just like new."

The crown radiated a bright light, just like the professors' eyes.

Although they knew that a memory of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw had been preserved, they were still somewhat emotional after seeing the tiara.

Deans like McGonagall and Sprout were better off, as they had learned a lot of inside information from Dumbledore in advance.

But it was different for the professors of ordinary subjects. Ever since Kyle took out the crown, their eyes had never moved away.

"Nicholas Flamel..." Slughorn clutched his chest, always feeling that Kyle seemed to know something.

"A cleaned Horcrux should not be enough to fool You-Know-Who." He changed the subject and said, "It would be useless even if he took it back."

"But the mysterious man doesn't know that this thing has been cleaned up." Kyle shrugged, "You know, the soul fragments are independent of each other, and can only be sensed when the distance is close enough.

"And You-Know-Who hadn't resurrected yet when we cleaned the tiara. There was no way he could have known that one of his Horcruxes had been destroyed."

"Ah, yes, that's right," Slughorn faltered. "I'll go get the Slytherins."

He hurried away, as if he was afraid that Kyle would tell him about some stupid thing he had done.

"When did Horace become so active?" Professor McGonagall said, "Well, I suggest that we gather the students together and meet in the hall.

"Most students have to evacuate, but if there are adult students who are willing to stay and fight, I think they should be given the opportunity."

"I agree." Professor Sprout had already walked towards the door, muttering: "Poison tentacles, devil's snares, biting cabbages, etc...."

Professor Flitwick followed behind her, his steps heavy but with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"The injured mysterious man, perhaps we can really win this time." He muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look back at the crown in Kyle's hand.

As the headmaster of Ravenclaw, he knew more than other professors. He originally thought that Dumbledore would lock the tiara in the headmaster's office, but unexpectedly, he gave it to Kyle again.

Or rather, this was Lady Ravenclaw's decision... after all, she herself was somewhere in the castle.

I just don't know if she will help this time.

That's Ravenclaw, the smartest witch in history, one of the founders of Hogwarts, and she has received countless honors... Thinking of this, Voldemort and the Death Eaters suddenly didn't seem so scary anymore.

"Oh, no, we can't pin our hopes on wizards from thousands of years ago." Professor Flitwick shook his head and quickened his pace.

Soon, only Kyle and Professor McGonagall were left around.

"I still need to confirm." Professor McGonagall said, "Will the You-Know-Who really come to Hogwarts with an injured body just because of a Horcrux?"

"If there is only one, maybe not. But what if there are many?" Kyle said, "We don't have just one crown here. He will definitely come."

"When?"

"I don't know." Kyle said, "It depends on when he finds out that his Horcruxes are gone. I left him clues, he should be able to realize it."

……

"Oh!"

At the same time, in a room at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry suddenly woke up from his sleep, his pajamas soaked with sweat, and even his hair became wet.

But he didn't care about it. As soon as he sat up, he couldn't help but cover the scar on his forehead with his hand.

"boom!"

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Sirius walked in anxiously from outside, "I just heard you scream, what happened!"

He held his wand and looked around vigilantly. Even though he knew this place was safe enough, he did not dare to let his guard down.

"No, nothing, it's just... I just had a dream about Voldemort."

"What did you say?"

"I dreamed about Voldemort." Harry rubbed the burning scar on his forehead, feeling like a knife was inserted into it.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, ever since he learned Occlumency.

"What did you dream about..." Sirius frowned and asked.

"No, he's very angry." Harry covered his forehead and tried hard to recall the scenes in his dream.

He saw Voldemort leave Knockturn Alley and go to Gringotts, where he killed many goblins.

Then the scene seemed to flash, and Voldemort appeared in a cliff cave again, sitting in a gloomy and terrifying boat, speeding across the dark lake...

Then he was awakened.

"Listen to me, Harry." Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. "Whatever he wants to do, it doesn't matter."