HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

The fireplace in Teal's office was not connected to the Floo network inside Hogwarts, so Teal waved his wand and walked back to the fifth floor late at night with a large box of textbooks provided by Snape.

Snape was by her side.

"You take a few lessons first. If you're not used to it, I'll do it later." Snape was very worried about Teal teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He was not afraid that Teal's level was not enough, but that she would be tired.

Till has been doing something recently. Although Snape did not delve into it, as the person closest to Till, how could he not be aware of it?

There are many more students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class than there are in Care of Magical Creatures, so Teal will definitely find it difficult at first. But Thiel didn't have too many worries: "One course is taught, two courses are taught, it's just a matter of the number of students."

"Don't worry, Professor Snape, your fiancée's ability to withstand stress is quite good." Snape had already sent Teal to the door of the room. Upon hearing this, Snape touched Teal's head and asked for a good night kiss. Walking back contentedly.

Thiel's magic power started to "direct" the textbooks to fly into her office. He walked into the room and sat down on the chair with heavy eyelids. Behind her, four souls of Godric flew out of the painting and floated to her side.

"How are you today?" Salazar was the one among the four who cared most about Till's plan. He also gave Till a lot of help in the preparation of the plan - in his original words, he finally Something interesting happened to me after I died.

Till stretched himself, his eyes and brows filled with joy: "It went very well."

Whether it was Peter Pellum's deception or the transaction with the pure-blood family owners, everything went very smoothly.

"I don't understand. Those pure-blood family heads are obviously untrustworthy. Why did Tyr go to all the trouble to cooperate with them for a short time?" Godric rarely has similar experience of painstaking planning. He prefers to use his own strength to speak for himself. So I still haven't figured out what this step of Till's plan is for.

Till looked at the rolls of parchment spread out on the table. Her plan was not based on imagination. She calculated and planned every step carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.

Her tone was light: "They are not trustworthy to me, and after today, they will not be trustworthy to Voldemort either."

Of course, Till is not really finding allies for himself by spending so much effort. Those pure-blood family heads have been fighting with Till in the business field for so many years, and they have already become good friends in appearance. With a little more in-depth cooperation, each other will Neither side dared.

But years of open and covert fighting have allowed Till to understand these pure-blood family heads. Till knows exactly what they care about and what they fear.

Doesn't Voldemort like to confuse people? Till would not stop him, she just wanted to see if Voldemort could still successfully seduce the people who were already fearful and shaken and make them sacrifice their lives for him.

Rowena lowered his eyes and said after a while: "There are always some stubborn people."

"Then let them go with their devoted master." There was dim moonlight coming in from the window, and Till looked sideways, his silver-white eyes hiding many emotions.

The four founders' souls were ups and downs. After hearing this, they didn't feel that Thiel was cruel and ruthless. They just looked at him with indulgence as he grew up, as they always said -

accompany.

In the dead of night, the people in the castle, like this historic castle, began to sleep peacefully under the cover of darkness.

Harry was lying on the soft Gryffindor bed, with the blanket given by Teal carrying the fragrance of sleep. However, Harry, who usually slept soundly, was tossing and turning tonight, his brows furrowed, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. He screamed in terror and pain in his sleep.

Harry's roommates, the four Gryffindor boys, were all awakened by Harry's movements, but they couldn't push him awake at all.

"I'm going to find the professor." Ron was actually the calmest one at the moment, but before he could take a few steps outside, Harry sat up from the bed and covered his head as if he was recovering from a catastrophe.

Ron turned around and said, "Harry, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

"...Right." It was late at night in January, but Harry felt as if his whole body was being burned by fire, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead and back.

"Your scar—" Neville covered his mouth, and his voice died suddenly in his throat. But he didn't need to say more about what happened. The other three boys except Harry all saw the changes on Harry's forehead.

The scar from Voldemort is usually looming under the cover of bangs. Although everyone can see it at a glance, it is not strange to see it every day. But it was different tonight. The lightning-shaped scar actually glowed faintly green tonight, which was particularly obvious in the dormitory without candlelight.

Although Harry couldn't see the changes in the scar, he could feel that the scar on his forehead was constantly emitting scorching heat. He felt that his entire forehead, and even the depths of his brain under his forehead, were burning with scorching heat. Looking at him.

Harry covered his forehead, lay on the bed and began to cry out in pain.

"Neville—" Ron helped Harry, but his support obviously did not relieve Harry's pain. Harry's eyes began to blur, "Go to Professor McGonagall! Go!"

Seamus Finnegan trembled and followed Neville: "Neville and I are together."

The only remaining roommate spontaneously came over to help support Harry, but Harry was about to faint from the pain, and there was a voice that kept echoing in his ears:

"Master - congratulations -"

"Regain body and strength!"

"Rebirth——"

"..."

Harry didn't even have the strength to frown, but his brain was still thinking subconsciously.

Who is speaking? who is it--

"Harry!" Ron felt Harry suddenly fall forward. He leaned over to take a closer look at Harry's condition, only to see that Harry had fainted and the green light on his forehead was slowly fading.

Ron and Dean Thomas looked at each other in confusion. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall in wizard robes arrived soon. She told the four of Ron to have a good rest, and she took Harry, who had been cast a levitating spell, to find Professor Dumbledore. .

Yes, not to the school hospital, but to Professor Dumbledore.

Neville huddled on the bed, sobbing softly: "Harry will be fine, right?"

"Of course." Ron lay flat on the bed. Even though what happened just now only happened for ten minutes, his sleepiness was gone.

Merlin, he was willing to trade his favorite chocolate, hoping nothing would happen to Harry.

When the boys were worried about Harry, Teal and Snape, who had been awakened by Professor Dumbledore, had quickly rushed to the principal's office. Teal was one step ahead of Snape. When they saw the unconscious Harry, Teal The center of his eyebrows suddenly jumped.

It seemed like something happened that she didn't want.