Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"If possible, I would like to be a librarian in the Hogwarts library." Rowena made the conditions herself.

"This position is already taken." Helga said with a hint of regret.

In fact, it was a good idea to have Rowena hanging out in the library. When she had books to read, she was a pretty quiet woman.

But if you want to read books in the Hogwarts library, you don’t necessarily need to be a librarian!

"Hey, you are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now, right?" Rowena suddenly remembered something and stared at Helga with burning eyes. "You have been doing this for a full year, right? Then what about the curse that Salazar mentioned before..."

Rowena set her sights on Helga's teaching position, as she felt she could help her friend share the troubles of the curse.

"It's been dealt with." Helga immediately raised her hand, signaling Ravenclaw not to target her.

Even if the sky falls, no one can stop her from becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of the new school year!

Helga didn't really care about this job, but she couldn't help hearing so many people talking about the curse in her ear. If she quit, wouldn't that be the curse? More importantly, the curse had been solved by her and Old Viper! If outsiders thought that she couldn't do anything about the curse because of Rowena, wouldn't that be too unfair?

"Okay..." Rowena found a chair and sat down angrily.

"How did you do it?"

Helga told Rowena how she and Salazar found Pandora's Box and Moroes, and Rowena's eyes lit up.

"Salazar has a lot of interesting stuff in his hands now!" Rowena said meaningfully, "It would be great if we could get some of them and study them."

Helga glanced at her and didn't respond.

"There will be a lot of big moves in Hogwarts in the new school year, and Rowena, you will certainly be able to find a place to show your talents among them." Helga turned and talked to Ravenclaw about the upcoming new semester.

"You finally took action?" Rowena looked at her old friend with interest.

"Yeah, it's not easy to organize such a competition." Helga sighed.

In order to prepare for the Global Magic Schools Competition next school year, Mr. Henry almost broke his legs this year, and took great pains to sort out all the links. Now he just had to wait until the end of the holiday to send out invitations to all the major magic schools.

"We can finally prove that Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world - this competition, no, this event is crucial to us." Helga said here, her eyes gradually firmed.

"But what if the person who wins the championship is not a student from Hogwarts?" Rowena's voice sounded at an inopportune time.

Helga:? ? ?

"How is that possible? Diggory is a pretty good kid, not to mention that Salazar and you both have students to train—"

"What if other magic schools also have equally excellent students? Helga, how dare you conclude that students from other schools are not as good as Granger and his friends?" Rowena's face became serious, and she was obviously in a state of rational analysis.

"As far as I know, there are more than one school that has been passed down for thousands of years. Do you think the founders of those schools are all dead?"

Rowena's meaning was very clear. They had all experienced that era and were quite clear about their own abilities. The three of them could survive to this day, and other wizards could do the same - even with Horcruxes.

"What you said seems to make sense..." Helga frowned.

Indeed, she had not investigated other magic schools, so she could not jump to conclusions. There was still a chance that Hogwarts would fail in this competition.

Helga's mood suddenly became serious.

"Don't panic." Rowena showed a mysterious smile: "Hogwarts is invincible."

Helga raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment at first, then gradually replaced by understanding.

She stretched out a hand, put her five fingers together, and made a snake head gesture.

Rowena smiled and nodded, exactly!

Hogwarts has an advantage that no other magic school can match, and that is that one of its founders is actually attending the school as a student!

It's like a few people get together to play a board game, and one of them jumps directly onto the game table and says he is the chess piece.

"The old Viper definitely doesn't want to participate." Helga knew Salazar, and she knew that letting Salazar participate in such a competition among children would be more painful than killing him.

"It's not up to him." Rowena said calmly, "He is a student now. How dare he disobey the school's orders? Besides, we won't openly ask him to participate in the competition. We will definitely use a series of rules and regulations to put him in."

Helga's eyes lit up: It has to be Rowena!

"As for whether he will want to withdraw from the competition after participating..." Rowena's eyes became deep: "Then we need to explain the pros and cons to him."

Helga's eyes narrowed with laughter. Rowena had just come up with a good idea when she came out! I can only say that she is worthy of being Rowena Ravenclaw.

"In this way, Hogwarts will definitely win the final championship, there is no doubt about it." Rowena said confidently.

"But isn't this cheating?" Helga frowned again. The purpose of the competition is to prove that Hogwarts is the world's number one magic school, but by letting the old snake participate...

Even if they win the game with Old Viper, it's still an unfair victory! The students they train can't compete with students from other schools. This is a fact and it won't change because of Old Viper's extraordinary performance.

Rowena's attitude towards this was quite indifferent.

"Let's win the game first, then talk about other things. We have only been awake for a few years. There will be plenty of time to train students in the future." Rowena was quite open-minded about this.

"Okay." Helga was finally convinced.

"Next, I will take you to see Dumbledore and seek a teaching position for you. I will also organize the competition for the new school year. How do you think?"

"it is good!"

The two hit it off and reached a consensus immediately.

Rowena was so eager to be busy after coming out of the dungeon, and she had so much energy that she wanted to release. From Helga's perspective, she had a strong motivation to find Rowena something tedious and energy-consuming to do, so as to prevent this woman from getting bored and coming up with some strange ideas.

So the two of them were like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, attracted to each other at once.

After reaching a consensus, Helga took Rowena straight to the principal's office on the top floor.

At this moment, Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, with a rare haggard look on his face. On the desk in front of him was a pile of letters as high as a small mountain.

More letters were flying in through the window.

The reason why Dumbledore received so many letters was, of course, because Voldemort had returned. Letters came from all over the world, asking Dumbledore how to deal with it, or asking him about the details of that night, and some letters were asking whether the next Global School of Magic Tournament would be held.

He needed to respond to each of these, explaining or comforting them.

This resulted in Dumbledore not being able to sleep since he received the news that Voldemort had appeared, which was a huge challenge for a wizard of his age.

Just then, the door of his office was pushed open.

Seeing the person coming, a hint of joy flashed in Dumbledore's eyes: Ah, she is here, that's great.

No one could inspire Dumbledore more than Professor White.

Of course, Dumbledore also saw the witch following Professor White.

"Who is this...?" He looked at Professor White.

"It's my old friend, Arius, a smart and knowledgeable lady." Helga hinted subtly.

Dumbledore:! ! !

He suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes and he leaned on the table for a long time before he recovered.

There was no way. This news was too shocking for a centenarian like him who had stayed up all night.

It was common for people of Dumbledore's age to fall on the table and never wake up again, and it was really difficult for him.

"If you feel tired, open your domain and you will feel better." Helga reminded him considerately. For wizards like them who have elemental domains, opening their domains can really help relieve fatigue.

"Thanks, but this is not a suitable place to open my domain." Dumbledore politely declined Professor White's suggestion.

"Well, you look a little tired. Have a cup of hot cocoa to replenish your energy." Helga took the initiative to pull Rowena to sit across from the desk, and took out an exquisite small wine glass from her arms. She walked around the documents on the table and pushed it in front of Dumbledore.

"Thank you." Dumbledore took the cup and drank the hot cocoa in it. Then he felt a warm current flowing through his body, which refreshed him.

"I've been so busy from yesterday until now. Voldemort has reappeared, a new Dark Lord has ascended the throne, the Ministry of Magic is in chaos, and I still have to deal with the tournament... Sigh!" At the end, Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

It is so difficult to be a principal!

"The Dark Lord ascends the throne?" Helga and Rowena looked at each other, and different emotions flashed in their eyes.

This Dark Lord, could it be...?

"Look." Dumbledore didn't say much to the two ladies. He waved his wand and handed a crumpled Daily Prophet to them.

It didn't take Helga and Rowena long to recognize who was the protagonist of the front-page headline, and then both of them breathed faster because they were trying to suppress their laughter.

"I really want to go back in time and ask him in person how he felt when he learned that he was crowned the Dark Lord." Rowena whispered in Helga's ear.

Helga:…

"Pay attention to me!!!" Helga squeezed out a word from between her teeth and warned Ravenclaw with gritted teeth.

"What?" Dumbledore felt as if he was hallucinating: as if someone was talking about time?

"Nothing." Rowena and Helga waved their hands together.

"There's no need to worry about Voldemort and the so-called new Dark Lord. The conflict between them hasn't been resolved yet." Helga advised Dumbledore to relax.

Helga's words had no effect, but made Dumbledore frown even more.

"If it was just the original Tom, I naturally wouldn't care too much. But the him who appeared that night seemed to have realized incredible power, and the mysterious strong man who expelled Tom was also worrying..." These are the two points that Dumbledore was worried about.

Voldemort's power had greatly increased, and the mysterious man's attitude was unpredictable, all of which made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

"Someone will deal with him. As for the mysterious strong man, he is on our side." Helga acted as if she didn't take Voldemort seriously at all.

"Oh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, thought about it, vaguely guessed something, and the heavy stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground.

"That's good." Dumbledore looked much more relaxed.

"As for the competitions in the new school year, I don't think you need to worry about it. I have found someone who is capable of handling these matters for you." Helga turned her body to the side and made a solemn introduction gesture to Rowena.

"She has endless wonderful ideas!" Helga introduced confidently.

……

After some discussion, Rowena left the principal's office with Helga, carrying a contract.

When the statue jumped back to its original position, Rowena suddenly quickened her pace and walked forward a few steps, leading Helga to a window. Here, a small platform was formed by the castle wall, where people could put some things on it.

Rowena placed a crystal ball on the platform.

"What is this--?" Helga was a little confused.

Rowena ignored her and poured magic power into the crystal ball. Soon, a red light flashed and Les' voice rang out from the crystal ball.

"Royna, what's going on?"

"Dear new Dark Lord, you--" Before Rowena could finish her words, a red light flashed in the crystal ball again--Les hung up Rowena's "phone call".

Rowena and Helga burst into laughter, which echoed in the castle corridor for a long time.

With the end of the Quidditch World Cup final, the wonderful summer vacation has also come to an end. The front page of the newspaper continues to be occupied by Voldemort's whereabouts, and students have picked up their suitcases and set off on the road back to school.

Sitting in the compartment, watching the students walking around with their bags, Rice yawned: for some reason, he felt that the chairs in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express were designed to be especially suitable for napping. He felt a little sleepy as soon as he sat down.

Daphne, who was sitting opposite him, was staring at the platform outside the window in a daze, while Astoria took out a mirror and adjusted her hair. Under the deliberate confidentiality arrangement, the two knew nothing about the upcoming new school year.

Just then, the whistle sounded, the train slowly set off, and the new school year began.

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Here is the update. Good night~