As a professor and as a principal, how can you leave a student in the aisle who has an accident and ignore it? Even if it's urgent right now...... No, it's because of the current emergency that students can't be left to lie on the ground like this, can they?

Snape guessed right, the young wizards who had fallen under the bondage spell had been collectively transferred by McGonagall to a classroom not far away. And she's trying to figure out what she's trying to find out for them.

What is it that controls these students? Why did such a massive change happen on the Change, but she didn't realize it herself?

Obviously, Minerva McGonagall, as a well-known witch in the modern wizarding world, is not limited to Transfiguration.

"Spiritual...... Oh no, is it soul magic? ”

Right now, in one of the classrooms, the students who had been lying in the aisles had been neatly placed by McGonagall on the carpeted floor. McGonagall herself, on the other hand, was crouching beside one of the students, examining her with some detection magic.

Moreover, she had apparently come to a similar conclusion to Snape's based on the results of some examinations.

However, this conclusion is not actually good news for them.

"What a terrible development!"

Needless to say, although McGonagall also knew a little about ancient soul magic, it was limited to that. This unique and mysterious magic is only sporadically recorded in a very small number of excavated ancient books, and it is more superficial than theoretical.

With only a few superficial and incomplete accounts, it is obviously impossible to unravel the spell for the students, and it is even said that it may not be counterproductive.

For a moment, McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Especially," she said as she withdrew her wand, looking at the students in front of her with a worried expression, and whispered to herself, "it must have happened when I was trying to contact Maca, and everyone was on the same boat, so why didn't I feel anything?" ”

Maybe it was because she wanted to stay here to protect the students, or maybe it was because she wanted to figure out the ins and outs, but McGonagall knew that Snape was still waiting on deck, but she chose to stay in this classroom anyway.

Honestly, even if she goes back now, it doesn't seem to be of much use, does it?

And just a moment later, a series of doors opened and closed in the aisle outside, as if someone was inspecting every room in the aisle.

“…… Minerva? Are you in the neighborhood? And little girls and boys, if there are any students who are still sober, please respond immediately......"

Flitwick's recognizable voice interrupted McGonagall's thoughts, and she opened the classroom door.

"Felius, this way!"

"Oh! Minerva, I've found you—"

The Change is undoubtedly very large, except for the main road in the middle, the further back it goes, the more it branches, and there are even several floors up and down. Coupled with the fact that McGonagall didn't choose the main passage for safety, it was even more difficult to find.

Seeing her take the initiative to come out, Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," McGonagall said apologetically, "I've found a lot of students who have been affected by some kind of magic and can't leave for a while, so ......"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Flitwick hurriedly waved his hand and hurriedly ran over and said, "It's just...... Did you contact Maca before? ”

At the end of the day, as Snape said, it's the most important thing at the moment. Unfortunately, he soon saw McGonagall shaking her head with a sad expression.

"Really?" Although she hadn't said it directly, Flitwick already understood when he saw her like that, "Yes, I have seen the children's situation as well...... We sent some of the students to the deck. Oh, you brought all the students in the aisle here. ”

When he went to McGonagall's side and glanced towards the classroom behind her, he saw the young wizards lying on the floor. Looking at their tense and motionless appearance on the ground, Flitwick couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

"Poor children...... Hopefully, the spiritual impact contained in that scream has not had an irreparable impact on them! ”

However, it was Flitwick's words that immediately stunned Professor McGonagall on the side.

"Screams?" She couldn't help but frown, "Wait, what's the scream?" ”

"Minerva, didn't you hear that?"

McGonagall's rhetorical question confused Flitwick.

"Shouldn't it? The voice...... The entire Makeshift must have heard it - well, though it wasn't actually a 'sound', but some kind of psychic effect...... You really didn't 'hear' it? ”

If everyone hears it, it is terrible, but it is not beyond everyone's comprehension - some people have enough will not be affected by syncope, and some people have insufficient will to be controlled, which is also a clear situation. But when there is a person who does not even "hear" the "voice" itself, then it is inevitable that something unknown will be mixed in.

In the world of magic, the unknown can be an unpredictable obstacle to understanding and conclusions, and if you continue to blindly follow your limited knowledge, the result is often very problematic.

Flitwick is also a knowledgeable wizard, and in the face of the unknown, he will definitely not make low-level mistakes.

Merely...... What went wrong?

"Maybe 'some people' have other designs for me?" After hesitating for a few seconds, McGonagall couldn't help but say so.

Obviously, the 'some' she was referring to was the enemy who was hiding in the shadows and causing all this misfortune before her. Although she didn't know who the other party was, or whether it was Helmo or not, McGonagall had clearly smelled some kind of conspiracy.

"Filius, I don't think I'm afraid I can stay with the students any longer...... If they're really trying to do something against me, I can't get them involved anymore. McGonagall said solemnly to Flitwick, "Find a way to bring them to the deck too!" I...... Anyway, leave me alone to figure it out. ”

Unlike everyone else, there is a high probability that in this situation at the moment is a danger. Knowing this, McGonagall immediately gave him a decisive explanation, and walked in the direction of the stern without looking back, and soon turned around and left Flitvier's sight.

"This ...... Alas! ”

Flitwick was also full of doubts at this time, and sighed heavily.