The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

The black fog was swept away, and the sky outside could be seen through the broken ceiling.

The bright, warm sunlight spread out like a blanket.

But everyone just felt a chill running down their spine to their forehead.

The place was filled with the magic power erupted by Mo Bai. They seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, and the magic power was like the sea water pressing on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

Several injured wizards had fainted and were breathing weakly.

Even Hermione sat down on the ground, frowning in pain.

Mo's smile had frozen on his face, and the magic around him seemed to be substantial.

Now he couldn't even move his little finger, and the Mo Moran in his body was out of control. He could only watch Mo Bai approach.

With a familiar smile, Mo Bai walked along the air steps step by step towards Mo who was floating in the air.

The two men, one black and one white, stood face to face.

"You think," Mo Bai looked at the huge phantom behind him.

"What's the point of counting on a dying fossil?"

Mo suddenly laughed, and laughed so loudly that he couldn't breathe.

"I admit that I lost, Mo Bai, but you didn't win either."

"Did you see the way they looked at you?"

Mo Bai turned around, and in his sight, those familiar faces and the previous looks of kindness, admiration, or respect all disappeared.

Confusion, questioning, hesitation, anger.

But Mo Bai still just smiled indifferently.

"so what?"

"If I want them to, they'll forget everything that just happened in the next second."

Mo looked at him with a sad smile.

"You will not."

"Don't forget, I am you too, and I understand you."

"You are too proud, Mo Bai."

"Just like the old guy disdained to use the Imperius Curse."

"You would never do such a cowardly escape even if you die."

Mo Bai's smile gradually faded, and he looked seriously at the face, a face that looked exactly like him.

Finally he shook his head.

"Unfortunately, you are not me after all."

Ignoring Mo's suddenly widened eyes, he looked up at the huge phantom.

"Old man, wait till I find you."

Without seeing him make any movement, the white flame instantly burned the phantom to ashes.

"And you, it's time to go where you're supposed to go."

He placed his hand on Mo's head.

Mo stared into his eyes intently.

"I will watch you being spurned by the world in hell."

His voice grew fainter.

Mo Bai's face became increasingly blurred in my sight.

He could only hear the last whisper.

"Then just watch carefully."

Mo disappeared, leaving only the cane and black robe floating in front of Mo Bai.

There was silence.

Mo Bai stood with his back to them for a long time, then destroyed the cane.

He took off the white one that Dumbledore had given him and put on the black one that Grindelwald had given him.

"Well then," he turned around, with the same smile he had had for the past ten years on his face.

"It's time to take care of our business."

The magic power was instantly withdrawn, and everyone breathed in the fresh air in big gulps like stranded fish.

Although Mo Bai was smiling, no one dared to relax and everyone looked alert.

Mo Bai ignored everyone, slowly landed next to Hermione in the front, bent down and stretched out his hand to her.

"Hermione, what I just said..."

“…still counts”

Hermione's raised hand froze in the air.

Staring at him blankly.

You were acting, right? You're still acting, right?

You love acting the most.

She wanted to use Legilimency as usual, which was the way two people could talk in private.

But this time it was different, she only saw a blank space.

He used a brain-blocking spell on himself.

Hermione's pupils contracted.

"Is this your real purpose?"

She felt her throat was dry and sore.

"Let me be the Minister of Magic, but you actually want to control the entire wizarding world?"

She suddenly remembered a joke he had made before.

"You are the Minister of Magic, and I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Don't we have the final say in the entire wizarding world?"

She thought it was just a joke at the time.

But thinking about it now, she broke out in cold sweat.

She knew exactly who was behind the smile.

Indifferent to life, cold-blooded and ruthless, he will never let go of any grudge.

Moreover, no matter what...

But for so many years, I have been indulged in the tenderness that belongs only to me, blindly ignoring all of this.

What would happen to the wizarding world if such people took control of it?

Peace? Dictatorship? Or... a darker future...

She slowly stood up and took two steps back.

"Do you really think so? Shiro?"

At the end of her speech, the girl's voice began to tremble.

Seeing this, Mo Bai slowly straightened up, and the temperature in his eyes began to gradually drop.

"You know what? Hermione, ever since you pulled me into that pillar at King's Cross Station, there's a question that's been bothering me ever since."

"We are wizards. Compared to ordinary people, we have innate talents."

"But why are we hiding here and there like rats in the gutter, while those ordinary people who are doing nothing can occupy more resources in this world?"

He looked around with a mocking look in his eyes.

"The British Ministry of Magic, the power center of the British wizarding world, is built next to the sewers of ordinary people and is neighbors with rats."

"Don't you find this funny?"

Some people's eyes began to shake.

"Now, I know why."

"Because the Ministry of Magic is full of useless people."

"People like this."

He pulled hard with one hand, and a figure flew out from the crowd and fell in front of him.

"Minister Fudge, may I ask where you were when your men were fighting desperately?"

Fudge's face was pale, his lips trembled like a sieve, and he couldn't utter a single letter.

"Oh, this is the supreme leader of your British wizarding world."

He waved his hand, and Fudge was thrown away like a wild dog.

"And you," he looked at everyone, "are you being humiliated like this, and not even one person dares to stand up and speak out?"

There was silence.

Mo Bai waited for two seconds.

"My dear Hermione, is this the Ministry of Magic you are going to protect?"

"The Ministry of Magic needs wizards who are actually capable of leading them, not a bunch of losers!"

He looked down upon everyone.

It’s self-evident who this person is.

Hermione stared at Mo Bai's face.

How she wished she could see a furtive wink.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot one person."

Mo Bai nodded his forehead as if he had just remembered something.

Raising her arms, the pink figure struggled to float in front of him.

"Professor Umbridge, I'm so glad you're still alive."

Umbridge's expression was slightly stronger than Fudge's. She stared at Mo Bai with resentment on her face that looked like a toad.

"I knew it was you who did all this!"

"Oh~ You are so smart, how about five points from the Ministry of Magic?"

Mo Bai clapped his hands twice.

Faced with Mo Bai's emotionless eyes, Umbridge's expression gradually collapsed.

"You know, I was just following Fudge's orders."

She blinked and put on an innocent expression.

"Does Fudge's order," Mo Bai looked at her playfully, "include calling Hermione a little bitch?"

"I don't!"

Umbridge opened her eyes wide in fear and began to struggle desperately.

"Of course you didn't curse out loud," Mo Bai tapped his temple, "You just thought about it in your head."

"I am a fair person. I don't know how many times you have thought about it in private. It doesn't matter."

"Just from what I heard, there were four times."

"But you're lucky it was only four times."

He took two steps back, allowing Umbridge to stretch her limbs in the air. "There won't be a fifth time."

Hermione suddenly realized what Mo Bai was going to do.

"Bai, you can't do this."

She rushed forward and tried to hold Mo Bai back.

But Mo Bai just glanced at her.

The next second, Hermione flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hermione!"

The Darkness army reacted instantly, and Harry and Ron rushed to the front to help Hermione up.

"Mo Bai, are you crazy?!"

"Don't be impatient, baby," Mo Bai tilted his head, "I'm helping you vent your anger."

Harry and Ron looked at Mo Bai, their eyes filled with disappointment, strangeness and unstoppable shock.

Mo Bai actually attacked Hermione!

"Ahhh!!!"

Before they could get angry, a shrill scream instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

White flames began to burn from Umbridge's fingertips.

But the flames that were powerful enough to destroy everything were now burning extremely slowly.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, dozens of seconds passed before her first finger bone was seen.

Did he want to burn her fingers one by one?

Is this a punishment that a normal person could think of?

A sharp pain like that of torture filled Umbridge's soul, and she wanted to faint.

But her mind became clearer and her senses became clearer.

She didn't see that there seemed to be a vortex in the boy's black pupils.

"Do you want to faint? Don't worry, I won't let you faint, otherwise it will be much more boring."

Umbridge's screams no longer sounded human, and her swagger was gone.

"Kill me, please kill me!"

"Don't be impatient," Mo Bai said with a gentle smile on his face, "This is just the first sentence."

"I told you, you are lucky, you have two hands and two legs, and you can still save your life."

It is not known whether Umbridge heard this, but when others heard it, they looked at Mo Bai as if they had seen a devil.

They thought they had been cruel enough towards Mo Bai.

Unexpectedly, Mo Bai was much more cruel than they imagined.

Even the students who suffered from Umbridge's bullying closed their eyes and covered their ears.

Until a long sigh was heard.

"Stop it, Shiro."

The tall figure slowly stood up.

A faint ray of hope lit up in everyone's eyes, and the crowd made way to make way for the old figure.

"Oh, the great Dumbledore," Mo Bai said with a mocking smile, "Fifty years ago, he saved the wizarding world from my teacher."

"Fifty years later, there will still only be you."

"Bai, let her go."

"no problem."

What no one expected was that Mo Bai shrugged and agreed easily.

The flame on Umbridge's hand gradually died out.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Bai curled the corners of his lips.

The flames ignited again and spread to Umbridge's whole body in an instant.

The ashes fell to the ground and Umbridge disappeared into thin air.

"You...sigh..."

The old man sighed heavily and pulled his wand out from his sleeve.

Mo Bai also drew out his wand.

"Dumbledore, even if you hold the most powerful wand in the world, it will be useless. You are old."