A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

ten minutes ago.

Hogsmeade Village, the challenge continues.

According to the procedure, Felix explained the ancient rune in the morning, took a period of time at noon to challenge (show his strength), and in the afternoon left it to the ancient script experts, magic school professors and principals at the scene to ask them questions, and Felix was responsible for answering them.

But because of the two events of 'the mysterious disappearance of more than a dozen dark wizards' and 'Felix's use of lighting to disperse the dark clouds', the wizards are now obviously confused. No matter what Felix said, they all mechanically Looking at him, I haven't recovered from the shock just now.

No one dared to challenge, and many wizards who signed a magic contract complained.

Felix simply announced that the challenge session would be moved to tomorrow, let everyone rest first, and then start the questioning session two hours later. The wizards dispersed, and they needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially redefining the discipline of ancient rune in their minds.

A few wizards and all the reporters remained, and they surrounded Felix and asked all kinds of questions.

"Mr. Hepp, is the lava-like flame you just used also an ancient magic?"

"That's right."

"It's so powerful! So those people are all dead?"

Felix glanced at the reporter, "You can think so." The reporter took a breath and showed a shy smile.

"Mr. Hepp, I've seen Illumination in a booklet about ancient runes, but it's nowhere near as outrageous as you make it appear...?"

"Ancient magic varies from person to person," Felix explained patiently. "It's hard to control, but it's also less restrictive..."

"Mr. Hepp! Ouch, don't squeeze! I'm a high-ranking official at the French Ministry of Magic, and I'm writing with you—" said a squat man, his hat squeezed off to reveal a few strands of flowing, thinning hair.

Felix glanced at him. "Giles Fitzgerald?"

"It's me, Maxwell asked me to say hello to him." The man bowed slightly, revealing his bald head, and said, "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects to the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Can we talk?"

Felix's eyes lit up, he looked around, looking for the impressive tall figure: "Is Madame Maxime not here?"

"She was stumped by trivial matters, and she might be arriving tomorrow, but the vice-principal of Beauxbatons is here..." The man was so squeezed that he seemed to vomit at any moment. He covered his head with one hand and pointed a stubby finger at a man a dozen feet away.

"No problem," Felix said.

At the edge of Hogsmeade Square, Amelia Burns breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, there was not much trouble. What are the origins of the dozen or so dark wizards? Are there records in our data?"

Kingsley replied: "There is too little information available, and they use Apparition to enter the field, these dark wizards are not stupid-"

"It turns out they're stupid," Ms. Burns said sharply.

After a while, she whispered, "Isn't there any movement from Mad-Eye?"

"No news yet," Kingsley said.

"It's strange," Ms. Burns said suspiciously. "We specially arranged a day off, and now the defense in the department is unprecedentedly empty. This is the best chance to win the memory ball..."

Kingsley shrugged.

"Leave him alone, the order here can't be chaotic, let the Aurors and the strikers expand the scope of detection to Hogwarts."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I don't think Voldemort will show up on this occasion, just try to eliminate hidden dangers." Ms. Burns smiled and said, "Even if you don't count Aurors and strikers, there are nearly two or three thousand in Hogsmeade. Wizards, many of them are still the elite among wizards."

The expression on her face froze when she saw a face, and Agilbert Fontana, the headmaster of Ilvermorny School, suddenly changed his face and left with a solemn expression.

"Let's follow," said Ms. Burns, after a moment's hesitation.

As they watched the headmaster of Ilvermorny slip into a nearby makeshift tent, Ms. Burns and Kingsley stood in front of the tent and shouted twice, but no response was received, and they immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ms. Burns lifted the curtain cautiously, and the spell in Kingsley's hand was ready to go, but there was no one inside.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it Apparition? Or the Portkey? Kingsley, notify the Portkey Office and the Occasional Magic Reversal Team to come over, and at least judge the approximate travel distance..." Ms. Burns said solemnly.

...

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Agilbert Fontana rushed out of the window at the same time, surprisingly fast.

"Principal Fontana?" asked Yuria Edmund, who was walking with Bethney in the garden, in surprise. "Didn't you go to England? Why did you come back so quickly?"

Principal Fontana hurriedly left a sentence: "The ban on snakewood has been touched, I'll go check it out." Then he disappeared from their sight.

Yuria's expression became serious, he turned his head to Bethney and said, "It's not a trivial matter to alarm Principal Fontana, I'll follow."

"In case of danger—"

Yuria hesitated, raised her arm, and a tiny line of rune began to appear on the inside of her wrist, and then a wand appeared out of thin air.

"Yuria, this is what Mr. Hepp asked you to use at a critical moment." Bethney persuaded: "I'll go to other professors--"

"Now is the critical moment." Yuria said holding the wand, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

On the other side, Principal Fontana had already appeared at the school gate, and after a brief pause, he ran towards Snakewood. He thought quickly, all the principals have left protective magic on the snake wood, which is definitely not something that ordinary students can destroy, especially the snake wood is related to a secret more than 300 years ago.

The students of Ilvermorny only knew that the leaves of the serpent had powerful medicinal properties, but as the headmaster and descendant of the original twelve Aurors he knew more: one of the most important founders of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry —Witch Isolt Thayer once held Salazar Slytherin's wand.

Principal Fontana was in a hurry, and the hidden history of the past slowly flowed from his heart:

Isolt Thayer's mother was born into the ancient Gaunt family, a pure-blood family and the oldest descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, her mother did not support the pure-blooded view like most of the family and moved out of the family early.

After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isolt. Isolt's early childhood was very peaceful and beautiful, with his parents loving him, and the family often silently helping the No-Maj neighbors, but a fire destroyed all the beauty. In this catastrophe, both Isolt's parents were killed.

The culprit was Isolt's aunt, Gormley Gaunt, a grumpy witch. She took Isolt, who was only five years old, and planned to train her into a "qualified" pure-blood wizard. As Isolt grew up, she gradually recognized her aunt's true colors, found an opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she was not allowed to have a wand herself), and after some setbacks, boarded the Mayflower and headed to North America.

That wand was the Gaunt family heirloom, Salazar Slytherin's Serpentwood Staff.

Isolt married her No-Maji husband in the New World. After more than ten years of happy birthday, he established the prototype of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The residence of the great Isolt, Gormley Gaunt was furious. She used the rules that were designed at the beginning of the production of the Snake Wooden Staff, and used Parseltongue to order the Snake Wooden Staff to enter a dormant state, and then appeared to kill Isaac. The Salt family.

But she ultimately failed.

Later, Isolt buried the dormant wand in the ground outside the school and tried to make his own wand. The following year, the site where the serpent wood rod was buried began to sprout, which would later become Ilvermorny's iconic "medical" serpent wood...

Principal Fontana finally came to Snakewood, but he was stunned by what he saw: Snakewood was completely destroyed and turned to ashes.

A black-robed wizard with pale skin and blurred features gently stroked a glowing wand.

Snake stick!

The wand made by Salazar Slytherin was only the seventh-ranked wand as a foil in the news some time ago, but Principal Fontana scoffed at it, because he knew from the beginning that other wands might not exist. , but the wand must be real. And magical enough.

Voldemort was very satisfied, and now he was holding the wand of the greatest of the Big Four, without a trace of rejection. He could feel his ancestor's wand cheering, the wand's power echoing his own, as if urging him to use it.

There is no wand that suits me better, and no one more worthy to use it... Voldemort thought, now to find a sacrifice worthy of it... He looked up at the sky, this time Should Felix Hepp be in Hogsmeade?

Voldemort gave a grim smile, and he turned to leave—

"Stop!" shouted Headmaster Fontana, and Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on him. Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely twisted face. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt...

"You are the dark wizard Voldemort?" he said coldly.

"You may call me the Dark Lord Voldemort—" Voldemort bowed politely.

"Whoever you are, leave the wand behind! It's not yours," Principal Fontana shouted, his heart sank, even though Voldemort had never been in America, and he had never dealt with him, he just died and came back to life This... no, this is ridiculous, magic can't be resurrected from the dead.

But since Voldemort had ravaged Britain for more than ten years, he was still vigilant in his heart.

"It doesn't belong to me? There's no one who has it better than me," said Voldemort contemptuously. "What if I say no?" He spread his hands lazily, the snake-wood staff glowing in his hand.

Principal Fontana felt bad for a while, and the Snake Wooden Staff seemed to have chosen its owner. But he still drew his wand and stood by, as it was his duty as the headmaster.

"Hey!" Voldemort sneered. His red eyes were so bright that they seemed to drip blood. He said softly, "It's not a disgrace to take you as the first sacrifice..."

"What did you say?"

"Avada gnaws at the tile!"

Green light filled his entire field of vision.

"Do not!"

...

"Do not!"

Harry shouted. His mind was so messed up, it was as if someone had stirred it with a knife. There was a green light in his sight, the color of death, and he shouted out at the same time as another young man he saw in his mind, that person was very familiar...

"Harry, wake up!"

Hermione shook him, and he barely opened his eyes to find himself lying on the ground, leaning against the icy ground, with a large shadow over his head. It was Ron, who was arguing with Malfoy.

"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't believe it!"

"I did not do anything!"

"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scar," Hermione said.

Harry blinked a few times, showing little interest in their quarrel. His heart was heavy. Someone had died, the headmaster of Ilvermorny. There was still a green light in his mind, the faces of Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were all twisted strangely, and he looked around, Neville, also holding his wand, silent as a stone.

He tilted his head, and Sirius and Snape ran over from a distance, and the expression on Snape's face seemed to be as anxious as Sirius...

Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, the scar stabbing like a needle.

"Harry," Hermione said with tears, "you can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath. "You can't allow your brain to be invaded—"

"Indulgent? Hermione, I can't let important information slip past my eyes, and it wasn't me who was hacked, it was I who hacked into Voldemort's brain!" Harry retorted angrily.

"But they're the same, your brain defenses are so broken, it's going to ruin your hard-practiced Occlumency," Hermione persuaded patiently.

"I can't take care of it for the moment, Hermione, that can be said later, we have more important things to do now," said Harry, propping up his body and touching the cold dirt with his hands, which made him mentally Vibrate. He grabbed another handful and pressed it on his forehead, and the pain of the scar was instantly relieved by the touch of ice chips.

He raised his head and looked at the cast iron gate in front of him.

"Harry, what did you see? Did he do something again?" Hermione leaned in and whispered.

"He killed the headmaster of Ilvermorny," Harry said blankly.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, Ron and Malfoy both lost their voices, Neville's eyes widened, and Sirius and Snape, who had just arrived, were also stunned. They stared blankly at Harry as if they had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

It was Harry who reacted first, saying eagerly, "There are more important things, Voldemort is coming."

"what?"

"Voldemort is coming, he's going to Hogsmeade to find Professor Hepp!"