The Necromancer of Hogwarts

Dumbledore needs to go to Azkaban.

He needed to see Sirius once, and the process of finding the Horcrux also required Sirius's assistance.

But before setting off, Dumbledore had one more important thing to do.

"The children of Hogwarts need to be properly protected."

He pulled out the Elder Wand and whispered a mysterious spell in the principal's office.

The portraits of past principals on the walls around the office all screamed: "Dumbledore! What is this magic?!"

Even the oldest existing portrait of the principal opened his eyes, looked at Dumbledore with a complex expression and whispered: "Lucky...Dumbledore, have you touched the river of destiny?"

Traces lit up in Dumbledore's eyes, as if the trajectory of the stars in the sky were imprinted in his eyes, and terrifyingly abundant magic poured out and poured into the most powerful wand in the world.

"There is still a long way to go. We can only achieve this step with the help of the power of the Elder Wand." Dumbledore panted hard, and the Elder Wand in his hand seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds.

He slowly lit the Elder Wand on the student roster of Hogwarts and recited in a low voice: "In the name of fate, you will turn misfortunes into good fortune and survive from desperate situations."

Invisible fluctuations emanate, following a mysterious connection, entangling all the current Hogwarts students.

After doing this, Dumbledore seemed to be seriously ill, his face was pale, his arm could hardly hold the wand, and he was shaking constantly.

But the portraits of the principals all around showed expressions of shock and even reverence.

Just because what Dumbledore just cast was not an ordinary spell, but a great luck spell that was only spread in legends.

As long as it was something Dumbledore wanted to happen, the Great Luck Magic would make it happen under various coincidences.

Dumbledore hopes that the children of Hogwarts will turn danger into danger and survive, so no matter what danger they encounter, as long as it does not exceed Dumbledore's response range, the children will not die!

For example, when attacked by a basilisk, children will never look directly into the eyes of the basilisk. At most, they will be petrified by indirectly seeing the eyes of the basilisk, and they will avoid being eaten by the basilisk by turning into stone!

This is the effect of great luck, otherwise there wouldn't be so many coincidences.

"But the great luck spell comes at a price, Dumbledore, what did you pay for?" the oldest portrait asked seriously.

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled: "Permanent loss of magic power, and some costs that are not worth mentioning."

"The former can be made up for with potions. It just so happens that I have almost the strongest recovery potion - Phoenix Tears."

He took out a small bottle of clear liquid and drank it. The weakened magic power began to slowly recover.

"As for the other costs, they are just false claims."

"I'm very satisfied with this result. I originally wanted to use my life to activate the lucky spell that would completely kill Voldemort."

"In order to increase the success rate as much as possible, I have prepared a lot of training for Harry and the others...but it seems that it is no longer needed now."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, held the Elder Wand, turned and walked out of the principal's office.

The robe, along with his gray hair and beard, fluttered in the breeze.

“We won’t bother the next generation with the affairs of the previous generation.”

"Voldemort, I will defeat him."

"Hogwarts, send me to Azkaban."

Hogwarts Castle exuded a strange wave. Dumbledore crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in one step, and the next moment he appeared in a sea with a howling wind.

In the distance, a deserted island is in the middle of the black ocean. The sky is full of dark clouds, and waves of cold feeling radiate from the island.

"Black, my student, has been accused of betraying your best friend and massacring dozens or hundreds of Muggles..."

"It's been many years. I want to ask you again, was it really you who did it?"

Dumbledore walks on the waves with the Elder Wand in hand.

Powerful magic poured into the Elder Wand. Wherever the wand went, black seawater filled with dirty foam made way for Dumbledore, and the seawater filled with negative aura became clear.

In the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be split open by a sharp sword, and the golden sunlight penetrated the thick clouds, shining on Azkaban for the first time in countless years.

A golden-red rainbow bridge was cast down, landing on the soles of Dumbledore's feet, and carrying him to the island where Azkaban was located at a rapid speed as if it were material.

The dementors on the island started to stir. They gathered together and turned into billowing black smoke rising into the sky. They rushed towards Dumbledore. The negative power in it was so strong that it made people's scalp numb. I don't know how many people there were. The sound of crying is contained in it.

Dumbledore roared angrily.

"You extremely filthy monsters, you displease me!"

The Elder Wand was raised high to the sky.

A whisper filled with magic sounded.

"Call God, Guard!"

cracking!

A clear cry sounded in the air, and a ball of golden-red flames burst into the air, steaming up the dark clouds in the sky.

Then in the sea of ​​fire, a silver phoenix spread its wings and shed a silver light.

When this phoenix appears, all negative emotions turn into ashes.

The black smoke condensed by the dementors was like ice and snow that had seen the sun and began to melt rapidly.

A series of shrill screams came from the black smoke, and the dementor leader who had made a contract with Xiang Yu crawled on the ground with his tribe.

"Great Dumbledore, I didn't know you were coming!"

"Dementors bow their heads for you, please let us live! We are protected by the Magical Creatures Protection Act, and we are first-class protected animals!"

Dumbledore snorted coldly, and the silver phoenix swooped down, and its sharp claws severely strangled the dementor leader's neck, but did not destroy it.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, strode past the group of prostrate Dementors, leaving only a cold voice.

"You'd better know what you can and can't say."

The dementor leader spoke with difficulty: "I understand! I understand!"

"Dumbledore has never been here. The losses in Azkaban were caused by Death Eaters, associates of the Dark Lord! They have nothing to do with the great Dumbledore!"

The Phoenix Patron Saint then released its claws and turned into streaks of silver light and returned to Dumbledore's body.

The dementor leader looked at the people who were still prostrate around him and hissed: "What are you waiting for?"

"Surround Azkaban quickly!"

"No one is allowed to disturb the White Devil until he has finished his work!"

"All Dementors, please forget what happened today. We cannot afford to offend the White Devil. We are not allowed to say a word to anyone!"