Cut, it's this trick again.

Almost as soon as Dumbledore's voice sounded, Elena fell to the ground without any image, and managed to dodge the petrification spell that crossed overhead.

Since her failed escape in the Slytherin common room a month ago, these days, Elena has been simulating in her mind the contingency plan after countless troubles. In the snake badger competition in the morning, I have accumulated some practical and effective practical experience.

"The same move won't work for me! And I will!"

Quickly getting up from the ground, Elena turned around, quickly drew her wand and aimed it at Dumbledore, who was a little surprised, and with a flick of her wrist, she read aloud without showing weakness.

"Petrificus Totalus"

Well?!

Dumbledore, whose spell failed, raised his eyebrows, waved his wand at will, and a transparent armor instantly appeared in front of him, easily resisting the ...... from front ...... ahead Nothing is happening ahead.

After drawing her wand and chanting the incantation, Elena ran without looking back, and saw that she was about to disappear at the end of the stairs.

As for how many catties and taels she has, the mixed-race little Meiwa is still quite numerous. She didn't think her poor little magic could do anything to Dumbledore.

After all, she has only been in contact with magic spells for less than three days, and she can rely on self-study to master a fluorescent flicker, which is already a genius girl.

For a complex spell like the Petrification Charm, she was able to barely imitate Dumbledore's emphatic pronunciation by relying on the demerits of her previous life, hoping to briefly delay it for a few seconds by bluffing.

As for standing still and being caught, it is even more impossible.

Elena didn't think that the old man with a rigid mind could understand her good intentions in order to eliminate the disputes between the colleges-the conscience of heaven and earth, and she really took the initiative to persuade Marcus and Cedric to re-agree on a fair confrontation between men and men in order to eliminate the contradictions as much as possible.

God knows, where did this spicy old radish hear the news, she didn't want to be spanked in the ass again as soon as school started.

"If you think about it, judging from the brawl between the two houses in the morning, the surveillance system on the Hogwarts campus is not fully covered. Not even the principal has complete control over everything in this school. This point has also been verified in many subsequent plots of the original book. ”

Compared with the irrational crowd who blindly boasted of Dumbledore's omniscience, in the eyes of those real fans, the only time when Dumbledore was truly in control was the Philosopher's Stone incident in Harry Potter's first year.

Whether it was the accidental release of the basilisk, or the secret of Sirius's escape from prison, whether it was Voldemort's resurrection or the subsequent escape from the control of the Ministry of Magic, or even the curse in the resurrection stone that forced him to face death in advance, it was obviously not Dumbledore's pre-arranged plan.

In fact, in Elena's view, Dumbledore's wisdom is more manifested in a good response to unexpected situations, as well as being prepared for an endless stream of back-ups, as much as possible to improve the error tolerance rate and the possibility of success, so as to guide the development trend of subsequent major events.

Elena glanced back behind her, she could no longer see the light of Dumbledore's office, and there was no sound of chasing footsteps, and her heart was slightly relieved, according to her speculation, as long as she ran out of the headmaster's office, she was at least half sure that she would reach the highest level of hide and seek-she herself did not know where she was hiding.

She stripped herself naked and lay back on Hermione's bed in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory - Hermione had already told her the Gryffindor common room password this morning.

Elena still didn't believe that Dumbledore was so old that she would risk losing her night and shamelessly break into the girls' dormitory and pull a poor, helpless, and weak first-year girl up.

Glancing at the bright light at the exit ahead, Elena bent her eyes triumphantly, and her steps quickened a little. There is a mental calculation or no intention, victory is a matter of course.

"Hmph, spicy old radish, it's amazing magic. Didn't you let me run away the same way......"

"Yes, magic is amazing. ”

A familiar voice rang out not far in front of Elena.

??

Elena raised her head when she heard the sound and looked around, her delicate little face couldn't help but be stunned.

It wasn't the eighth-floor corridor of the castle she had imagined, but another warm square room she had just seen—the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The walls on either side were plastered with portraits of former Hogwarts headmasters, both men and women, many of whom opened their eyes and whispered something while admiring Elena's stunned expression.

Directly in front of Elena, Dumbledore stood silently, seemingly not moving.

Grunt......

Elena swallowed, a hint of stubbornness on her face, and before Dumbledore could speak, she turned around and ran through the wooden door of her office and ran out again.

Running down the stairs of the stone corridor outside the headmaster's office, exiting, looking up, Dumbledore was still the figure.

Turn around, leave, look up, and get back to square one.

No matter how many attempts Elena tried, she was stuck in the legendary ghost wall, and she was never able to leave the principal's office through the corridor, as if the same address was connected to both ends of the tunnel.

"Whew, whew, why ......"

Elena asked, panting as she leaned over her knees.

During the whole process, she didn't feel any signs of magic at all, and as for magic mirroring or something, she had already tried it, and she did return to the same starting point every time.

"The stairs at Hogwarts are subject to change, and I think you'll already know that. And this is just a trivial magical use of magic. No matter how many times you try, the result is to return to this room. If you want to learn, I can teach you later. ”

The old man rubbed the wand in his hand, looked at her with a smirk, and replied with some incomprehensibility.

Sure enough, it's not some kind of black technology magic such as the expansion of the space gate or the modification of the relative cosmic coordinates.

A staircase that changes, and no matter where you start, you will inevitably return to the original point?

The girl looked thoughtfully behind her, then at Dumbledore in front of her, and once again carefully reflected on the whole experience, a familiar name suddenly crossed her mind, and Elena swallowed her saliva and shook her head slowly.

"It's not just magic, it's math!If I'm not mistaken, Professor Dumbledore, you've laid out a magical version of the Ring of Morbius on the stairs at the door of the Headmaster's office, right?!"

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rua~