A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Everyone uses the bubble head spell, the super-sensation spell, and the floating rune circuit in sequence. It may be several kilometers away. I haven't tried this method, but it should work..." Harry said uncertainly, "It's Hermione. idea."

As he spoke, a transparent, pearly-white ghost looked at him curiously.

"I never thought this would happen," said Myrtle happily, looking at her smiling face as if the New Year had come early.

"Trust me, I never thought I'd bring a group of people here." Harry squeezed the words out of his teeth, and Myrtle let out a series of giggles, circling happily in the air, looking out from the front. The members of the station club stared blankly at this scene.

"I swear, even when Peeves was fanned by Fred and George all over the castle, she wasn't so happy," Ron whispered to Neville beside him. When Min's face was covered in cat hair—"

Hermione gave him a sharp sideways glance.

"I didn't expect you and Myrtle to have such a good relationship." Luna made an unexpected comment, her tone full of envy.

Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, you guys!" said Harry. "Everyone's moving - I'm not sure if Professor Hepp told the other professors if they were caught..." he said uneasily, giggling to them. The slightest bit of vigilance was annoyed.

Myrtle's laughter was also a bit harsh, but there was no other way, he could only pretend he couldn't hear it, who made this an abandoned girls' bathroom, Myrtle's territory. He could only make a silent urging with his eyes.

These students finally got serious and cast spells on themselves in turn. Harry regretted it soon enough—twenty or thirty people crammed into a bathroom, and a word from one person became noisy. In particular, some overexcited students floated weightlessly in mid-air, dancing and shouting with excitement. The scene looked comical and chaotic.

Dean was casting a bubble head spell on himself, and before the spell was formed, a foot fell from the sky.

"Ouch! Who stepped on my head?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, I can't control it!" Seamus couldn't help laughing. He pretended that nothing had happened, and said solemnly, "Please pull me down—" Before he finished speaking, he let out a miserable cry. Yelling, because Dean grabbed his ankle in retaliation and threw him out hard.

Seamus slammed into the wall like a wingless bird.

"A good shot," said Quidditch player Katie Bell.

Dean adjusted his collar, "Thanks, I always thought I had a talent for Quidditch."

"I felt like I couldn't breathe... sneaked into the women's room and my dad would send me a roaring letter because I had discredited the McMillan family - I shouldn't have come." Ernie McMillan mumbled.

"Then why didn't you leave? That would make room for the two of you!" said Ginny, raising her eyebrows.

"I warn you, don't point fingers at my size—" Ernie growled, raising a fat arm.

"Then shut your fat mouth and stop talking sour." Ginny said bluntly.

Ron stood next to Ginny with a bubble that looked like a fish tank, his whole face seemed to swell in a circle, "Do you want to fight?" Ron said in a loud voice, Ernie did not back down, but took a step forward. They were about the same height, but Ernie was much stronger than Ron.

Harry strode over.

"Don't quarrel." He tried to separate Ron and Ernie. "Ernie, Justin is looking for you. He's not very good at the bubble head spell." It wasn't until Ernie walked away that Harry put the Pay attention to Ron, "You too, Ron—" He was about to give a warning when Ron's eyes under the Bubble Head Charm were twice as big, making him look like an angry goldfish, or toad.

"Hurry up." Harry held back a smile and left.

"Thank you," Ginny said to Ron, who waved his hand in an air of indifference, and Ginny stared at his face with a smirk, "Ouch—I've got to find Luna, don't know what she looks like— —"

As soon as Harry returned to his original position, Hermione raised her hand to signal, "Harry, I think the 'Waterproof and Moistureproof' spell needs to be added." Harry imagined the damp underground pipes in his mind and agreed immediately.

Finally—after ten minutes, all preparations were done, and Harry cleared his throat.

"Professor Hepp—"

"Vice-Principal," Mafalda said. "He's now the Vice-Chancellor. I've been wanting to interview him—or Professor McGonagall's thoughts on the school, but I didn't get the chance."

"Thank you for letting me know about the latest plans for the Wall tabloid - but please shut up now." Harry couldn't help raising his voice. "Where did I say that? Oh, thank you, Hermione - Heppe. The professor has made a lot of changes to the Chamber of Secrets, the previous entrance had to be opened with Parseltongue, but now there is a second method."

He raised an arm, a dozen rune symbols fluttered and condensed into a glowing key, and then they flicked their feet, and the faucet above the sink Harry was facing shone dazzling white, and then the sink sank, the ground A thick water pipe was exposed.

Everyone was amazed.

"Did you follow this here to enter the secret room and kill the basilisk?" Parvati Patil asked in amazement, she wore a long ponytail today, just like her twin sister. Parvati's hair was tossing and turning between Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"Can we learn this rune sequence?" Anthony Goldstein asked tactfully, "so that you don't have to open the door every time."

"Okay," Harry nodded. "That's what the professor intended. Ron—you're the first, lead the way, and I'll stay last."

Ron took a deep breath and stood on the edge of the thick water pipe. Myrtle floated across from him with interest, lying in mid-air staring straight at Ron's face.

"I still remember the first time you jumped off." She said sadly. "You were shorter than me then, but now you are a head taller than me."

"It's not just the head that has changed." Ron pushed her back and jumped down, but the truth was different from what he thought, because of the effect of the rune circuit on his body, he almost disappeared in front of everyone in slow motion. of. Several heads couldn't wait to get to the hole and look down, it was dark below.

After a few seconds, Ron's muffled voice came.

"Oh - no danger, except it's a little dark, I use Illumination - wow! I feel like a rat drilling a hole, um, I mean - it's a wonderful feeling, a little force Can fly far away, like gliding—"

Everyone looked at each other. Harry shrugged and said, "You heard it too, you can consider this the first project in the Chamber of Secrets playground."

The club members went down one by one, and Luna waved to Harry, "Thanks, we really need some fun right now." Harry didn't speak, and when only him and Myrtle were left in the abandoned girls' bathroom, Harry whispered:

"Of course we need happiness, but we also need a war sanctuary." He glanced up at a corner of the bathroom ceiling. "You think so too, Professor Hepp?"

...

"I do think so."

"I discovered early on: the secret room is a natural shelter several kilometers underground. In the event of danger, students can go there to take shelter, and I also hid a fireplace in the interior space of the Salazar Slytherin statue. ——Be prepared, even if it is not used for Grindelwald, if the time is extended to dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of years, there is always a possibility that it will be used.”

In Professor McGonagall's office, Felix nodded.

The rippling mirror in mid-air disappeared, and Professor McGonagall stared at the air absently. "He found out—maybe Albus was right, Potter does have potential."

"He defeated Voldemort. Even though Voldemort was very weak at the time, he did it, which is an indisputable fact." Felix said: "Plus he was popular enough in school, and there was "Mystery Wall" in the team. Editor of a tabloid newspaper, founder of several school clubs... I believe that in less than an afternoon, the news of the underground playground will spread throughout the school."

"Prescient, Felix. I'll get the co-chairs and the prefects to work together," said Professor McGonagall, sighing. "The situation is getting weird again, and the words of that saint this morning worry me about Grindel. Waugh will target the school. There are the last few days off, and we have to keep the students safe." Her last words were firm and unequivocal.

"Well, I've handed that person over to Amelia. She should be discussing with Babajid Agimbad at the moment, hoping for a good result." Felix said: "The last meeting voted, ten The Ministry of Magic of the two countries agreed to send personnel, and this Auror team is under the control of Agimbad. Now that Amelia has new solid evidence, the number of Ministry of Magic agreeing to join the coalition will increase again."

"How many Aurors and Strikers are Burns going to send?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

"one third."

Professor McGonagall frowned, "So it's less than fifty people. The saint said that Grindelwald now has nearly six or seven hundred people in his hands. Although these people are old, they are not bad at all. They used to be the most talented people. A group of people loyal to Grindelwald, if these people spread out to recruit wizards who are dissatisfied with the status quo of the magic world, this number may immediately expand tenfold."

Felix rubbed his chin and said:

"No way, in order to prevent the situation you mentioned, the Ministry of Magic of each country must also leave enough manpower and reaction time. For the people of the International Federation of Wizards, the most important thing now is to establish a smooth and stable communication channel. , some of Dumbledore's previous practices are instructive, and..."

He stopped talking, the fireplace burst into flames, and Ms. Burns came out dusty.

"How's it going?" asked Professor McGonagall seriously.

"It had some effect," said Ms. Burns wearily. "But Agimbad refused to put the Aurors of various countries in the UK. On the contrary, he also wanted me to persuade you to join the coalition and be his deputy." She glanced at Felix.

"At present, no one is sure to what extent Grindelwald's strength has recovered. According to the test results given by the therapists of the International United Wizarding Society, Grindelwald is at most stronger than the elite Aurors, but also stronger. It's limited, but if he fully returns to the level of the year..."

There was a meaningful light in her eyes.

That way Felix Hepp couldn't leave easily, and it was only in the most turbulent times that people realized what it meant to have a wizard like Dumbledore or Felix.

"I'm not leaving school at this time," Felix said, frowning. "It's not certain Grindelwald's true intentions yet, but you can tell Akinbad that I'll take some action by the end of the semester— - Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in leading a complex army of wizards, and I'm sure the political wrangling here will definitely consume most of my energy. I'll try to find Grindelwald and find a chance to talk to him. The good outcome of course is to convince him, the secondary goal is to find out his intentions - or fight and find out what he's capable of. I always felt that he was in too much of a hurry and he shouldn't be in such a hurry."

"Okay, I'll get the word out," Burns sighed. "To be honest, I'm just now realizing that, compared to the pressure from Grindelwald, Voldemort seemed uh... At least you and Dumbledore were totally capable at the time. Suppressing Voldemort, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and the members of the Order of the Phoenix also have an absolute advantage over the Death Eaters, but now Grindelwald has three times more power than the British Ministry of Magic, and this is only the backbone of the most loyal to him, They randomly pick out a believer who can gather dozens or hundreds of people..."

"...If these people are all used against a certain country, it will definitely be a huge disaster." She seemed to have imagined that scene, and couldn't help shuddering, "Can't contact Dumbledore yet?" she asked expectantly.

Felix and Professor McGonagall looked at each other slowly and shook their heads.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic, Amelia." Felix said, "Have you ever wondered why Grindelwald gave priority to gathering these cadres? According to the saint, Grindelwald even took the form of a flame pact. ...he didn't do that back then."

"You mean he lacks confidence?" Ms. Burns said with immediate alarm.

Felix nodded solemnly.

"Grindelwald has two paths: violent confrontation and verbal infatuation. If he chooses the former, he will immediately be labeled as a dark wizard by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and his past crimes will be magnified tenfold. Don't forget, The current order shows no signs of breaking down, as long as we can strictly guard against it for a few months, the situation will be very different."

"If he chooses the latter - half a century has passed, no matter how charming his speech was and how deeply his slogan was popular, how many people are still loyal to him today? His time has passed, we Look, there won't be too many people in the new generation who are willing to follow him - those young people may not have heard his name, and even if they did, it would be notorious. The only thing to worry about is that he is desperate!"

...

Grindelwald and Vita Rozier stood on the delicate steps and knocked on the door. While waiting, he casually said:

"I don't need too many people allegiance to me, it's enough to gather enough prestige to scare the law enforcers. Dozens of Ministry of Magic are fighting each other, and Arginbad has enough prestige to squeeze the power of these people together. I'm not who I was, but neither is Arginbad the Dumbledore he was."

"Trust me, Vita, as long as we don't do it first, no one dares to take the responsibility of provoking a wizarding war."

Grindelwald smiled sarcastically.

"But his identity is really useful, at least enough to bluff, so here we are."

Footsteps approached, and a woman dressed as a servant opened the door. She leaned against the door and looked at the two suspiciously, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for Mr. Babajid Agimbad," said Vita Rozier.

"But—Mr. Arginbad said he didn't see any visitors. Do you have an appointment?" asked the maid.

"It's a matter of urgency, and it has to do with Mr. Arginbad's biggest annoyance right now," Grindelwald said. "I talked to the guards here, Grove, right? A very conscientious lad."

The maid looked over their shoulders across the road, and a young man at the alley nodded.

"Oh," she let the door open, "please come in, and I'll call him—Mr. Arginbad hasn't slept for dozens of hours—he's been in a meeting, and he's just been lying down for a while."

Grindelwald and Vita Rozier were introduced into the living room, Grindelwald sat in a beautiful and comfortable chair, took a book from his pocket calmly, and read it intently.

"Story Collection of Poet Bedou"?

The maid gave the torn cover a scrutiny, and saw that its owner definitely flipped through it frequently, with a few letters peeling off. Although it was a bit strange, her vigilance was indeed weakened a lot.

People who like to read fairy tales are not bad people, are they? And this guy is very polite...