Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"You haven't thought about Dumbledore, have you?!" Rice was shocked: Helga, don't you know what you have done? If Dumbledore can't find this, then Rice suggested that he quit his job as soon as possible and go home to hug his grandchildren.

Because it's as obvious as having a train lunch with his wife all night beside his husband. Dumbledore is just old, not dead!

Les dared to guarantee that Helga would not even mention whether she could be successfully teleported back. Even if she could, the moment she opened the office door, she would definitely see Dumbledore sitting in his office chair waiting for her.

Helga took a deep breath: she left in a hurry, and was busy beating people when she arrived, so she really didn't consider Dumbledore's aspect.

Now that she had just realized what Salazar had said, she was afraid it would be difficult for her to keep the secret any longer.

A witch from ancient times, good at food magic, claims to be from Hufflepuff College, and has the highest authority in Hogwarts Castle. It is hard not to suspect that she is Helga Hufflepuff herself!

"You can deny it and say that you are just Hufflepuff's most proud student or something, but in my opinion it is meaningless and will cause trouble for you to prove your identity in the future." Rice calmly analyzed the pros and cons to Helga.

In his opinion, having their identities revealed was not a big deal. If they did not personally want to be too high-profile, they would have announced it to the public long ago.

Besides, revealing his identity to Dumbledore was not a big deal. He was a wizard at the top of the modern magic world. Things that needed to be kept secret from the general public were not necessary for him. This was a privilege brought by his strength and prestige.

Helga felt uncomfortable watching Salazar standing there talking, with an attitude of "just accept it" between the lines.

She asked Les with a fake smile whether she should tell Dumbledore when she "turned herself in" that the founder of Slytherin House had also returned and was now staying in the house to exploit the poor and ignorant girls.

"That's not necessary. Les Lint stayed in the dormitory tonight and didn't go out. He is a good boy who abides by the school rules - he has to get up early tomorrow to make puppet accessories for Professor White!" Les emphasized the "puppet accessories" and asked Helga to think clearly about what she should say when facing Dumbledore, what she could say and what she could not say.

He didn't really want a Gryffindor headmaster to know his true identity. It wasn't that Dumbledore didn't deserve to know, but he felt that after thousands of years of "influence", the people of Gryffindor had a wrong perception of Slytherin and would look at him with tinted glasses. If that happened, he wouldn't have such a carefree life in the future.

When Helga heard about the doll accessories, she was speechless. She nodded silently, indicating that she would not "give up" Salazar.

"It's not a big problem," Rice winked at Hufflepuff, "Dumbledore is an interesting man. If you don't want him to, he won't expose you. At most, he will play a few riddles with you."

"That's good, but Dumbledore should know something." Hufflepuff finally accepted the reality and prepared to return to Hogwarts.

Les became curious as he watched her use magic to control Cedric to float beside him.

"I can help you look after Cedric so Dumbledore doesn't notice him."

Helga waved her hand. She thought Dumbledore would notice it sooner or later, especially when her identity was exposed. It would be better to tell Dumbledore openly that she had chosen Cedric.

Helga believed that Dumbledore would not object because it would be of great benefit to Cedric.

The magic circle on the ground flashed, and a circular portal appeared in front of Helga. She tried to enter, but found that the portal flashed and closed.

The ban on Hogwarts was reactivated.

Helga smiled bitterly and fixed the teleportation point at the entrance of Hogwarts School.

This time she succeeded.

Arriving at Hogwarts, Helga found that Dumbledore was not waiting for her at the school gate, so she took Cedric directly into the school.

After settling Cedric down in the Hufflepuff common room, Helga left him a note and strode towards her office.

When she pushed open the office door, she saw Dumbledore sitting behind her desk, looking at her with his lake blue eyes.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Helga, who had already prepared herself mentally, greeted Dumbledore generously, as if this was not an office at night but an auditorium at lunchtime.

"Good evening." Dumbledore's tone remained calm, and it was impossible to tell his mood from his tone.

"A magical night, isn't it?"

"Is such that."

"Please forgive me for barging into a lady's office so late at night, but I am a little curious as to why you are not in your office or the faculty dormitory?"

Hufflepuff walked to the front of the office, put his hands on the edge of the table, and asked with a smile: "If I say I went to the bathroom to deal with a little trouble, would you believe it?"

"Why not?" Dumbledore also laughed. "When you get older, you tend to go to the toilet at night."

Helga shook her head. She was amused by this guy Dumbledore.

"I didn't actually go to the toilet. The main reason was that my little badger was bullied by two mice in the wild, and as its owner, I had to do something for him."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, with a gleam in his eyes. "Hogwarts also had rats, a few little mice. But the people in the school were very considerate of my old bones and dealt with them as soon as they sneaked in. When I rushed over, there were only dead rats left!"

Helga suddenly remembered the story Salazar had told him.

"Maybe I encountered a snake. Snakes always like to eat mice," she replied.

Dumbledore nodded his assent, removed his half-moon glasses from his crooked nose, and began to clean the lenses with his sleeve.

"I suddenly remembered a question that you never seemed to answer. You said that you are an ancient wizard who returned to Hogwarts. So which period of time are you from? The definition of ancient times is very broad."

Helga's hands left the edge of the table. She did not answer the question immediately. Instead, she slowly walked to the office window, pointed at the Black Lake outside the window and said, "The ancient Black Lake was like this when my friends and I arrived here. It has not changed at all over the years."

Then her eyes swept over the area of ​​water formed by her and Salazar burying the Dementors, and her tone paused as she quickly added: Most areas have not changed.

Dumbledore's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment after hearing "Professor White"'s words, and then returned to normal. He even laughed when Professor White talked about the newly grown water.

Helga glanced at him, thinking: How dare you laugh? But the theme of tonight was not to criticize Dumbledore, so she put the topic aside and planned to bring it up later.

"Time magic is really amazing. Do you think your friends who lived in the same era as you will also return through time magic?"

This question was difficult to answer, because one of her old friends had already made it clear that she didn't want Dumbledore to know of his existence, so Helga decisively avoided the question.

"In my opinion, whether they come back or not is a secondary issue. The most important thing is whether their spirit can be passed down. Hogwarts has undergone great changes, not only in the decoration of the castle, but also in the inner spirit. It is difficult for me to say whether it is good or bad - I personally think there are more bad aspects. For example, if Gryffindor was still there, the Dementors would not set foot in the school gate, don't you think?"

Dumbledore felt completely embarrassed. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, but the words of the witch in front of him were too sharp.

"I'm so sorry." Dumbledore wiped the lenses in his hands faster. He wanted to say something else, but the words were stuck in his throat.

In the end, he could only sigh and tell "Professor White" that no matter what, he, as the principal, must be held responsible for this matter and he had failed to fulfill his responsibility to protect the school students.

"Maybe I'm old." Dumbledore sighed: "I sincerely thank the people who got rid of the Dementors that day - if it was a magical mechanism, I'm afraid I should thank the founders of the school!"

Helga changed the subject and told Dumbledore that he was now the headmaster and the professors of the school would respect his decision, but they also asked him to face up to the responsibilities he would have to bear as the headmaster.

"Eh?" Dumbledore seemed to have remembered something and asked another question: "You are closer to the era of the Big Four than I am, so was there a headmaster in the school at that time?"

"As far as I know, the four founders jointly managed the school and did not elect a headmaster. However, when the remaining three left Hogwarts for various reasons, Rowena Ravenclaw actually became the headmaster for a period of time."

Dumbledore was as happy as a child whose curiosity was satisfied. He stood up from his office chair and said that it was getting late and he should not stay here any longer - if he stayed any longer, there would be rumors in the school.

Helga was simply amused by Dumbledore.

Before walking out of the office, Dumbledore turned sideways. His tall stature made him look superior. Now he looked serious and earnest.

"I have one last question. What should I call you from now on?"

The Hufflepuff blinked and replied in a confused tone, "You must be too sleepy. Just call me White!"

"Is that so? It seems I am really sleepy. But I will definitely not make a mistake in calling out during the day. I am not that old yet."

Dumbledore nodded, turned around and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

Watching Dumbledore leaving the office, Helga crossed her arms and leaned on the back of the armchair: As expected, just as Salazar said, this guy Dumbledore really likes to play riddles.

They had said nothing just now, but it seemed as if they had said everything.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, as if nothing had happened last night.

Les brought the sleepy Greengrass sisters to Helga's office, and Helga noticed that Daphne's skin seemed to have become lighter.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her intuition told her that the little girl in front of her seemed to have changed a little.

After explaining the key points of making the new parts and assigning today's tasks, Helga took Les to the corner of the office, under the euphemism of "doing more professional and technical work."

After a while, seeing that the two sisters were concentrating on making parts, Helga took the initiative to ask.

"That Daphne seems a little different than before?"

Without even looking up, Rice responded: "She has touched the threshold of the realm."

His tone was normal, as if he was saying that Daphne had done well in the exam, but Helga was shocked: How come Salazar's students also...? !

"Yes, it is used—"

"I used my own method." Les stopped Helga from taking credit for herself, saying that Daphne's success had nothing to do with her.

It doesn't have much to do with him as a teacher.

"But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing to follow Helga's way." Les sighed in his heart. If he learned from Helga's guidance, Daphne might be on the right track.

What magma realm? Isn't my own water realm good? Water breeds all things, but can also destroy all things. It is the most powerful force in the world.

It's a pity that my disciples have gone astray, but fortunately this path is not too bad.

"What field is she in?" Helga's curiosity was immediately aroused. She subconsciously thought that the disciple of Old Viper should have inherited the teacher's field like her own students, or at least a sub-field under the field, right?

Les:…

He began to fiddle with the parts in his hands seriously, as if he had not heard his old friend's question at all.

Helga:?

o(=w=)o!

Seeing her old friend pretending to be dead, she suddenly realized something and her expression became strange.

"Old Viper, what are you avoiding?"

Les: (=w=)

Seeing Salazar's reaction, Helga immediately understood what was going on, and an irrepressible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After taking two deep breaths, she asked in a voice that was trembling slightly from trying not to laugh, "Hey, did that kid awaken the realm of fire attribute?"

Les: "Wow, you are so annoying, can you concentrate on your work? The customer trusted you so much and gave you the deposit, and you use this work attitude to make their dolls?"

puff.

Helga couldn't help laughing.

Daphne and Astoria raised their heads in confusion, staring at Professor White.

"You guys do your thing, I just thought of something happy." Helga said to the two girls with a blushing face.

----

Update provided.

The update will be the same tomorrow, either in the early morning or tomorrow night.