"Oh my God, it's the coolest thing I've ever done."

"Yes! Together, we dispersed hundreds of Dementors. ”

"Hey, Colin, did you take a picture of my heroic form?"

"Hehe~ Just you, the fluorescent glow of the wand is negligible, what's the matter with you?"

Harry heard many whispering.

He couldn't open his eyes.

Confusion.

He could only perceive that it was wet and fluffy underneath him.

I must have landed on the grass.

Suddenly, a whistle reached his ears, followed by the cheers of countless people.

"Gryffindor wins !!"

Yes, Gryffindor wins.

Harry still had the golden snitch in his hand!

In the next second, the entire Gryffindor stands erupted in almost frantic shouts.

I don't know if they're celebrating Harry or themselves!

Oh - everyone is involved in driving away the Dementors, well-hmm- everyone is happy, Wishing you prosperity.

Owen pouted, he was most unhappy.

It was the worst game he'd ever watched, and he didn't see anything in the whole process.

But standing in the rain, the calories are burned out quickly, and he is hungry, which is true.

Harry eventually woke up in the school infirmary.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team members were all at his bedside, their heads covered in mud, their faces full of excitement, and the joy in their eyes could not be diminished.

"What do Harry, Harry think?" Ron also had an excited smile on his face.

He had also used the Patronus Charm just now, and although he didn't have a physical Patronus, the silver glow was richer than most young wizards.

"Did we win?" The first thing Harry said when he opened his eyes was that they were playing.

"Win, we win Harry!" Wood Man, who was only a little human at this time, grabbed Harry's hand happily, "We're almost three hundred points ahead!" ”

"That's good."

"Hey, buddy, you didn't see my heroic performance just now, I dare say, there are few Gryffindors in the whole of Gryffindor who can cast the Patronus Charm better than me!" Ron tilted his head triumphantly, he was telling the truth, there weren't many young wizards in Hogwarts who could surpass him in the Patronus Charm.

After all, the Weasleys' children are geniuses per capita.

Big Brother Bill, Gryffindor Prefect, Hogwarts Boys' Council President, Twelve. L certificate.

Second brother Charlie, Gryffindor prefect, president of the Hogwarts Boys' Council, Twelve. L certificate. Year 7 helped Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup that year.

Third brother Percy, Gryffindor prefect, former Hogwarts Boys Student Council President, Twelve. L certificate. Later Assistant Minister of Magic.

Needless to say, although they were not academic material, their talents in alchemy, potions, and charms were even better than several of his older brothers!

From this point of view, no matter how you think about Ron, it is impossible to be a mediocre person.

"Hey, little Ron, Hermione's spell, but those who can see the appearance of the Patronus are all in the third year, what do you have to be proud of!" George ruthlessly crushed Ron's pride.

Yes, he is indeed very good, but unfortunately, the little wizards who can surpass him happen to be gathered here.

"Can you make me happy for a while?" Ron immediately lowered his face, his eyes full of displeasure.

For a moment, everyone burst out laughing.

Hermione had no intention of getting involved in the group of boys, she frowned the whole time, "But why are the Dementors attacking us again, aren't they supposed to protect us?" ”

"Hermione." Fred let out a monster scream, then imitated the Dementor's appearance, and grimaced with his hands outstretched, "Do you think such a monster can reason with a wizard?" ”

"The Ministry of Magic is just hiring them."

"They can't control the Dementors at all!"

George nodded as well, as children in the system, they knew much more than ordinary wizards. "Have you ever watched "Singing Contrarians"?"

"Nope." Hermione shook her head.

"While that magazine was full of lies and fantasies in many places, when it came to the Dementors, they were right."

"The Dementors are the hungry wolves raised by the Ministry of Magic, and they allow those monsters to absorb the emotions of the Azkaban prisoners, like giving the hungry wolves a little ration and then hiring them to guard the prison."

"But now?" Fred continued, "Dementors can't find food around Hogwarts!" ”

"So—they're bound to attack us!" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief and she came to a terrible conclusion.

"No, I guess they wouldn't dare." Ron raised an eyebrow, "The castle has Dumbledore, and they don't dare attack the little wizards." I think Harry must have rushed into them and disturbed the Dementors. ”

"Maybe!" The twins nodded, agreeing with Ron's guess. After all, Dementors aren't brainless fools, they know the cost of attacking young wizards.

Then everyone put forward all kinds of conjectures.

and where the Dementors went.

It wasn't until Madam Pomfrey took a bottle of potion and angrily dispelled them that the infirmary fell silent.

A few days later, under Madam Pomfrey's special pick-me-up, Harry lay down for another two days, but Madam Pomfrey refused to let him out of the hospital and let him rest for another day before letting Harry go.

Harry, who returned to his bedroom, was greeted with heroic cheers!

The Twins held a celebration in the Gryffindor common room.

Everyone was jubilant, in addition to their victory, and more importantly, Colin's photo was published in the newspaper again!

Yes, the next day, the Daily Prophet published a picture of a little wizard called God and Monster Fighting Monsters taken by Colin!

Headlines on the front page - the guardian saint who is as panicked as the canopy, and the monster who blocks the sky.

This time, both the Little Wizard and Hogwarts are out of the limelight!

Intense black and white composition!

It's breathtakingly epic!

The most spectacular scene was published in the newspapers.

This is no better than Owen's, although heroism is very prevalent in Europe!

However, when your own children become heroes, that is the bomb that ignites the topic!

Many parents of students were surprised to find that they seemed to see their children vaguely under the spectacular canopy.

The day after the incident, countless letters poured into Hogwarts from all over England, all from the parents of the students!

And after getting an affirmative answer!

Public opinion exploded again!

"Look, that's my son! My son! ”

"Haha! Look, my daughter is in the newspaper, haha, see it is not on the edge of the stands"

"Hehe, just show half of his face, who knows if it's your daughter, or look at my son, he missed the whole face!"

"What's the use of showing your face! Look at my grandson, lo and behold, his patron saint can see a little bit of the outline of the flesh! He's only fourteen, and at fourteen he can cast the Patronus Charm, and my grandson is definitely a genius at Hogwarts for a hundred years! ”

Such scenes are endless.

It is also the first time that many parents have noticed how their children are so strong!

No kidding, most parents don't necessarily use the Patronus Charm.

A wizard who can summon a Patronus is considered to have great mana. Wizards who can summon physical guardian spirits were directly recommended to become officials of the Ministry of Magic in ancient times.

It can be said that a wizard who can patronize the spell is not necessarily a first-class wizard, but a first-class wizard will definitely have a patronus spell!

This spell has long been considered the standard for the strong in the wizarding world.

Now when their children unleash this spell, the excitement of those parents can be imagined.

Professor Dumbledore had been receiving letters of praise from parents for several days.

Professor Lupin, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, also received a raft of compliments.

This made this unknown werewolf wizard a little helpless.

Of course, the pleasant days of such hello, hello, hello, everyone did not last long.

It should be said that not even a day.

Because the parents who have come back to the taste suddenly find that the Dementors of the Ministry of Magic are out of control again, and the little wizards are attacking on a large scale!

It's worth it!

Minister of Magic, Fudge, was immediately the target of public criticism!

Send a howling letter to the minister.

This is the topic that many employees in the ministry talk about the most these days.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Fudge is far away, and this Dementor runaway event will be the last camel to crush the straw.

He may really be quitting his job at Christmas.

As more and more officials learned about this, there was an undercurrent in the Ministry of Magic. A team where everyone is in a hurry.

And the new Minister of Magic is gradually emerging in the anticipation that everyone is looking forward to.

——————

On the other side, Hogwarts Castle.

The day after the game, Owen happily ran from the eighth floor to the Room of Need, holding a brussels sprout.

This is the old headmaster's reward for him!

Hey.

Owen, who had obtained the key experimental materials, immediately began to study.

Maybe it was to dispel the Dementors, and his bad luck was also exorcized.

Owen's preparation went pretty well.

Every step of the way was perfect!

This time, he's sure to succeed!

Owen is confident in this!

And then there was no accident - an accident, of course.

Hehe - just kidding, doing experiments is not about opening boxes, there is always a guarantee ten times! The experimental design is wrong, you can never equal three with one plus one!

It only took a dozen minutes for Owen, who had scrapped the last brussels sprout, and returned to his bedroom from the Room of Need, ready for the trial of alchemy.

The last week of October.

Alchemy class.

Wenda sat in a soft armchair, with five copies of the little wizard's exhausted 'Le Se' at her feet.

That graceful figure, although he didn't say a word, produced a sense of oppression that was even better than that of Professor McGonagall.

"Your experimental design - you deduce that Venom will eventually be degraded by Mithril?" Professor Wenda held up Owen's homework, his face was as usual, and his eyes were cold and continued, "Did you come up with it on your toes? ”

"Uh" Owen replied with a smile of unnatural embarrassment, "That's—I guessed." ”

"Huh?" Wenda's gray eyes glanced at him, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, "Come on, you say it again." ”

"I'm going to go to Professor Sprout's greenhouse and steal two more." Anyway, someone is going to yo-yo.

"Want to run?" Suddenly, Wenda in the lecture waved her hand violently, and in an instant, all the desks and chairs in the entire classroom began to change.

Like building blocks, Owen's steps and his desk were retreating, as if some force was pulling him, pushing him to the lectern little by little.

"This!" Owen's eyes widened, this kind of classroom that could be transformed, he had only seen it in Beauxbatons, when did she transform her classroom into this?

"Right here—"

Owen's desk came to the table, and a piece of parchment floated in front of him.

"Derive the process of replacing Mithril with you."

"This." Owen looked embarrassed, and whispered a little tangled: "That professor! Is there a possibility, I mean, that I won't? ”

"You won't?" Her eyes were lightly picked, and her face said with a proud bluntness: "Isn't this all in the book?" Can't do it? ”

？

This time it's Owen's turn to be confused, what!

When did the book come in?

"The professor." He flipped through the pages of the book on the table, and then found the page where Alchemy had replaced, "There are only conclusions in the book, no principles!" I didn't even derive an equation, and I was able to write an experimental design like this."

The eyes of a certain French rose became sharp.

Owen hurriedly booed and said critically, "I've exhausted my imagination."

“？” Hearing this, Wenda took the book "Standard Alchemy, Elementary" from Owen's hand and casually turned two pages.

Then the brow furrowed even deeper.

"This is the Hogwarts textbook? A collection of children's stories? ”

"No wonder you've been studying terminology explanations for a whole year, it turns out that the magic school is to train writers!"

Her voice was thick with mockery, and then she threw the garbage in her hand on the ground.

"Hey~ Professor, didn't you choose this textbook?" Owen glanced at the textbook on the ground, which was less than twenty pages, and seven or eight pages of which were drawings, and sighed with some regret.

It was the thinnest of all his textbooks.

He likes it very much, but I'm afraid I won't see him again.

"Humph! Start with self-study. With that, she suddenly got up, the discarded garbage floating behind her, and then gracefully turned around and walked straight out of the classroom door.

She passed in front of the little wizards.

The delicate makeup, coupled with the sharp temperament, made her a few years older than Professor McGonagall, but she did not look like an 'old man' who was nearly 100 years old, judging from her appearance alone, she was only about thirty years old.

"Whew~"

Seeing the figure leave the classroom, Percy and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's scarier than Professor McGonagall."

"I didn't say anything."

As the prefect of Gryffindor, Percy has long felt the majesty of Professor McGonagall.

In Transfiguration class, the professor always has a serious face.

Each sentence only expresses what is in the class, and the others will never say more.

That kind of stern appearance made the little wizard fearful.

But Wenda is a different story.

She sat in the lecture during class, and it was strange as if she were two worlds with them.

But it was that sense of alienation and strangeness, and the unknown that brought it, constantly deepened the fear of the little wizard.

It comes from the fear of the unknown in the depths of the human soul.

"It's a bit powerful!" Maybe it's a delusion, Owen always feels that when he talks to Wenda, there is always an inexplicable - how to say, a sense of oppression.

He didn't feel it in Dumbledore.

With Owen's character, if he had changed the professor, he would have been so careful: his son is difficult to get the questions, his grandson is strict in the invigilation, Lao Tzu will not, and I will pay back my school money.

"Speaking of which, Owen." Percy suddenly looked up at him, his expression a little relaxed, "You are also surnamed Sanchez, and the professor is also surnamed Sanchez, and you look a little like her."

Why, if Owen had long hair

"They all have gray eyes, black hair, and a bit of a similar face, you won't be related!"

"Relatives?" Percy mentioned this, and Owen also felt that he and Wenda seemed to have some connection.

No way~

He didn't dare to think that he had a direct blood relationship with Wenda, after all, his grandfather was still there, and Owen didn't think that Wenda could still look at other men.

He speculated that his mother might be a descendant of the Rozier family. He may be in the same family as Wenda.

Yo he!

We have become the descendants of a big family now!

On the other side – the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

The cabinet next to the wall was pulled open by Dumbledore. The meditation basin popped out.

It was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings at the mouth of the basin.

It was filled with something more than liquid or gas, like a bright piece of silver, but it was constantly flowing, like the surface of the water rippling in the breeze, and spreading out and swirling softly like a cloud.

However, Dumbledore's gaze was not in the meditation basin, but in the mirror above the stone basin.

That's a two-way mirror.

On the other side of the mirror is the safe house of Nicola May, Paris, France.

"Strange~"

"Magic~"

"What's wrong?" The principal asked.

"My potion shouldn't have that effect, but the child's soul does stabilize a lot." Nick stared at a metal instrument in his hand in confusion, muttering to himself.

"Can he be cured?" A light flashed in the old principal's eyes.

There was a noticeable fluctuation in tone.

"No, Albus, it's just the calm before the thunderstorm, and the rain is bound to fall."

"As for the magic formula, I need time to continue researching."

"Okay." The old headmaster's expression returned to normal, he sighed, then flipped a switch on the door cabinet, and then the stone basin retracted.

He sighed softly, then turned to a delicate silver instrument on the table.

Dumbledore moved the instrument to his desk and sat down facing them again, tapping it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument immediately came to life with a rhythmic clanging sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of pale green smoke that swirled in the air. Dumbledore stared intently at the light smoke, his brow furrowed. After a few seconds, a few wisps of light smoke turned into a steady puff of smoke, thicker and thicker, hovering in the air - the top turned into a soaring phoenix, and the phoenix spread its wings high.

That's not Fox.

It's another, even weaker, weaker phoenix.

'Knock~'

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door, breaking Dumbledore's thoughts.

He looked as usual, raised his hand to dispel the smoke, then returned to his desk and chair, and opened the black notebook.

looked at his good college student and didn't reply to him.

"Please come in!" A majestic voice was heard, and then the woman in a dark green tight-fitting robe stepped on dragon leather boots.

"I've heard that you once studied alchemy with Nick Lemay, and discovered twelve uses for dragon blood." Wenda's cold voice accompanied by some strange sarcasm came to Dumbledore's ears, "Did you steal Nick's work?" ”

“？” The old principal was stunned when he heard this, his achievements in alchemy were obvious to all, and it was impossible for Wenda not to know, so what happened?

"Maybe the principal is so busy that he doesn't even have to think about the school textbooks?" As she spoke, the "Standard Alchemy, Elementary" behind her landed on Dumbledore's table with a 'bang', and her charming gray eyes made the sarcasm even stronger, because she saw the black diary in Dumbledore's hand.

"It turned out that I was writing a personal biography of myself! Do you want to write down the things of how to betray and how to deceive people's hearts into a training manual, so that those little wizards can learn from you one by one? ”

"This notebook belongs to someone else." The old headmaster defended, and then realized that his answer seemed to cause more disgust to others, after all, peeking at other people's diaries or something.

Immediately, he put down Tom's notebook, picked up the "Standard Alchemy, Elementary", looked at it, and said, "What's wrong?" Short, concise, powerful, and suitable for young wizards to learn. ”

"Heh—then why don't you get a dictionary to use as a textbook?"

"Uh-huh—the main purpose of this textbook is to stimulate the interest of young wizards in alchemy, you see—this is illustrated, how can a sixteen-year-old understand such a complex alchemy principle?" Dumbledore had an embarrassed smile on his face. Explained word by word.

The other textbooks are chosen by the professors, but the course of alchemy - it is special after all, there is no standard set of textbooks for ancient alchemy, and the previous professor just translated Beauxbatons's third-year elective course (their third-year elective course has alchemy) into English, and then put it to use.

Anyway, alchemy is not involved.

For subjects that are not examined, isn't that physical education?

"Interest? Don't you think it's a bit late to start cultivating your interest at the age of sixteen? Wenda said unceremoniously.

"It's never too late to learn."

"Hehe-at the age of sixteen and still cast a spell to disarm the spell without success, then pout the wand as a no-maji, at the age of sixteen still can't understand the principle of alchemy, then drop out of school and go to be a mother to those magical beasts, at the age of sixteen is still in school, there will be no achievements in this life."

"I think you're a little extreme." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly.

(End of chapter)