A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The funeral was arranged at the Black Lake near the forbidden forest. Hundreds of chairs were lined up in the open space, but more and more people came. The professors temporarily added a lot of them nearby. All the chairs were facing a white sheet. stone table. The sky was sparsely raining.

The chairs were almost full of people, and there were still people arriving one after another, standing in the back row with a solemn expression.

Until the funeral began, Grindelwald did not appear, Felix suppressed his doubts and sat quietly in his seat waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Everyone heard the music like the sound of heaven.

Where the clear green lake water is close to the surface, a mermaid chorus sings softly, their pale faces are very excited, expressing their sorrow in mermaid language; Felix raises his head, the light rain as fine as silk has not completely stopped, A phoenix hovered high in the clear sky, and a mournful and moving elegy was uttered from its mouth. In the melody of the mermaid and the phoenix, Hagrid appeared, holding Dumbledore's body and walking towards the front seat through the gap between the seats, big drops of tears dripping over his beard and dripping on the package The body was topped with gold star-studded purple velvet.

Hagrid moved very gently and placed the purple velvet on the white stone table, sluggish for a few seconds, his hands still holding things. Then he went back down the aisle to Grapp Jr. (with a large space left), his giant half-brother, in a huge jacket and tent-like trousers, with a docile expression and a slap in the face of comfort. Hagrid's head.

The music stopped, the merman dived to the bottom, and the blurred face disappeared completely. Only the phoenix is ​​still gliding in the sky. A small man with thick hair and a black wizard's robe stood up, walked to the stone table, turned around and faced the crowd with a solemn expression. He cleared his throat.

Just then, an accident happened.

A silver lynx landed lightly in front of Felix and his party, raised its head gracefully, and said Kingsley's voice from its mouth: "Grindelwald is here! Bring some people, you'd better - oh , God! There are too many people coming!" His last voice had become very panic, and he could not hear the calmness of the past.

The wizards in the front row looked at each other in dismay.

Babajid Agimbad, president of the International Confederation of Wizards, frowned and said, "He brought those saints here? Is it a show of force or to prevent us from cheating?" No one answered him, the silver in Felix's eyes. Mang flashed away, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He stood up abruptly, and before everyone could react, he turned to Professor McGonagall and the three deans and said, "I'll go first. There shouldn't be a fight, but—" "Of course there won't be a fight! He vowed not to. Take the initiative to provoke a wizard war!" said Arginbad, raising an arm, where the skin had some strange lines. Felix didn't look at him, and continued to say calmly: "But I recommend that the students - at least the junior students, be ready to evacuate at any time and pass the secret room."

Professor McGonagall swayed, her face turned pale, she grabbed the collar of her chest to confirm, "A lot of people?"

Felix said briefly: "It's far beyond imagination." After speaking, he melted into the air like a drop of water and disappeared before everyone's eyes. The people who came to attend the funeral suddenly talked a lot. Arginbad opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Professor McGonagall crossed the crowd, raised his arm to signal everyone to be quiet, and said loudly:

"...Hogwarts will protect the safety of all guests, and in the event of danger, we will stand in the front to buy you time. Mr. Filch and Madam Pomfrey are responsible for the evacuation. The prefect and the professor maintain order, Wait for the signal. Evacuation location - Potter? Harry Potter?" she shouted.

Harry stumbled over, surprise still lingering on his face.

"You know the place—" Professor McGonagall whispered, "in the back room, the man's statue has an evacuation fireplace inside it. It can be opened in Parseltongue." With that, she hurried towards the school's main entrance. But before taking a few steps, she stopped in shock.

The sky at the school gate suddenly shone with a dazzling white light, and the wizard's eyes stinged when he saw him, every cell in Harry's body was alerting him, and then the sky dimmed, no, Harry fought back tears Squinting his eyes, an illusory Hogwarts castle appeared in the sky, completely shrouding the white light.

The black castle seems to be illuminated by white light. Those lights are like tiny knives, leaving countless deep scratches on the walls in the blink of an eye. , Felix turned over a page of the rune book, tiny rune symbols flickered on the surface of the wall - the cracks disappeared.

Grindelwald waved his wand, and all the light disappeared.

Felix raised his head, the castle lines looming.

"Dumbledore's moves," Grindelwald sighed: "I was very impressed at the time, but after so many years, I can imitate it well." The two were about two hundred feet apart, and the open space behind Grindelwald stood. There was a dark and silent crowd of almost a few thousand people, which was completely inconsistent with the information Felix got.

An idea appeared in his mind: Most of these people were recruited by Grindelwald.

Kingsley said a little embarrassedly beside him: "There are also people in other parts of the school. They surrounded the school, but these people have no intention of doing anything." Felix looked beyond Grindelwald and looked into the distance. Some people Point to them.

From farther away, wizards kept coming, and the "crack" sound of Apparition was incessant, and the latecomers were huddled together, looking up hard, as if they were participating in a meeting or watching a game. Felix was the only one who didn't smell the pre-war scent.

Grindelwald beckoned to him.

"We haven't had a serious fight yet. There's still a little time before Arginbad arrives. Let's take this opportunity—"

Felix's eyes suddenly looked at the crowd. He used Legilimency, and a spell was shot over. A tall and burly armor jumped out of the Book of Rune, and the spell was instantly thrown away. Felix retracted his gaze, more doubts in his heart, these people seemed to come with a mission, ready to cause trouble.

But unless Arginbad and those Ministers of Magic are blind, making Grindelwald take false oaths. Otherwise this cannot happen.

"Then meet your request." Felix said calmly, the Book of Rune began to turn pages, black lightning shot at Grindelwald, Grindelwald opened his eyes, and his wand made a sharp whistle. , black lightning splashed in front of him.

At this time, you can see who is the elite and who is the rabble in the crowd behind him. Some people stand up and join hands to support the protection magic, but more wizards retreat again and again and make a mess. Felix's brows loosened, but then creased again.

"Back off," Grindelwald shouted, seeming to suppress his anger.

He raised his wand, and a silver, blue flame-covered flamingo emerged from the tip of the wand. Firebird's two eyes were replaced by sparkling flames.

"The Patronus?" Felix thought to himself. He wasn't quite sure when he saw him in the newspaper. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally made an accurate judgment.

The castle transformed from ancient rune and memory magic in the air turned from lines to solid, trapping the strange Patronus inside. Grindelwald waved his wand, and the firebird swelled to a hundred times and rammed. At the same time, blue and white flowers fell from the sky, and they stuck to the castle wall summoned by Felix. In the blink of an eye, the two The battlefield in the middle became a sea of ​​fire.

Professor McGonagall, Sprout, Snape, Burns, and Agimbad arrived first, followed by a dozen other Ministers of Magic and accompanying Aurors, all of whom opened their mouths in surprise.

There was an incredible light in Arginbad's eyes, which was different from the shock and awe of others. There was more doubt and confusion in his eyes. He rolled up his sleeves and stared at the pattern on his wrist in a daze. The Unbreakable Oath didn't work, so neither was serious? Or does one-on-one not start a wizarding war?

Professor McGonagall and Ms. Burns looked worried, Felix seemed to be at a disadvantage - the entire castle was enveloped in magical flames, and a dozen flamingos poked their heads from the tower, bigger than a fire dragon, entrenched in high places. Spit fire everywhere.

At this time, Felix threw the Book of Runes high, and the Book of Runes turned into a ray of light and merged into the castle.

The castle expanded tenfold in an instant, almost the same size as the real school castle, and magic symbols flashed on every brick.

It was as if a cry came from a distant place.

Some figures came out of the air with neat steps - they were students and professors of Hogwarts, holding wands in their hands, and chanting spells in uniform movements, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands of gold Red spells penetrate the air. Grindelwald's flames were forced to separate, and then one after another exaggerated rune creatures appeared. They were not afraid of death and rushed straight into the sea of ​​​​fire. A few seconds later, a firebird was washed away and turned into pieces. The flames were annihilated by the spell of the students below.

If this is a battle with the projection of the castle as the battlefield, Felix has already begun to regain the lost ground.

Grindelwald waved his wand solemnly. The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They were not using new magic, but compared their understanding of magic. New firebirds kept breaking out, and fire petals rained down from the sky, but it was all to no avail, the students in the castle—they were just images made up by Felix Tu, essentially the same demons rampaging on the ground. Literary creatures make no difference - they don't die and are stronger than real students.

"That's him?" asked a wrinkled old wizard in the crowd behind Grindelwald.

"Yes, satisfied?" asked Vita Rosier. The old wizard coughed twice.

The last stray flame was extinguished, and only the flamingo patron saint of the first remained in the castle. Felix weighed in his heart, if Grindelwald only had the strength he showed at the moment, he could still handle it...

Grindelwald had put his wand down.

"Stop it—" Arginbad called at the right time, and he stood up, raised his arms and said through gnashing of teeth: "Grindelwald, do you want to break your oath? Do you want to start a war?"

"It's just to pass the time," Grindelwald laughed, following Arginbad's gaze, looking behind him, "Oh, I'm here to see them, and I'm worried that the funeral isn't grand enough—in that case I'll This old friend of Dumbledore will also be disappointed."

Arginbad's expression stiffened, and he couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "Grindelwald, you're breaking the rules. If you still want to negotiate, let them go."

Grindelwald gave him a sideways glance, Felix thought he would refuse, after all, he made such a big deal, but Grindelwald actually compromised.

"You heard it too, you can leave, and do whatever you want." Grindelwald pointed his wand to himself and whispered, his voice clearly reaching the ears of everyone present. Then, they Apparate one by one.

Grindelwald put away his wand and asked with open palm. "I'm the only one now, don't you worry?"

Arginbad and the professors were visibly relieved. They were surrounded by thousands of wizards before, and the heads of the black people were connected to each other, and anyone would feel terrified. What's more, there are thousands of students in the school and people who came from thousands of miles to attend the funeral.

It seems that Grindelwald is only to demonstrate to them - the International Confederation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic of various countries - and it has to be said that his purpose has been achieved. It has only been a few days since Grindelwald quietly called So many people, even if most of them are—according to Grindelwald’s own words, are here to watch the fun, but this appeal is enough to make them sound the alarm in their hearts and dare not make any small moves.

Grindelwald came over and extended his hand to Felix. Felix hesitated, grabbing the hand that had been offered.

The two felt the spell in each other's arms. and something else.

"I know what you're going to do! You'll be the enemy of all wizards," Felix whispered, his eyes fixed on Grindelwald, his body riddled with holes. No wonder he was in such a hurry!

Grindelwald was startled. Then he bowed slightly.

"I'm deeply honored," he said. "Oh, by the way—" His hands suddenly became hot, "I'm sorry to ruin your plan with Dumbledore. But Dumbledore overestimated himself, a good man. How can it be more deterrent than a downright bad guy?"

With that, he walked towards Agimbad.

"Grindelwald!" Felix stopped him. "Will innocent people die today?"

Grindelwald stopped.

"Innocent people? I don't think... no," he said without looking back.

Felix stayed where he was, and Professor McGonagall called him, and he raised his heels. He opened the hand he just shook hands with, staring at the palm of his own, where a blue flame solidified petal lay quietly, Felix crushed the petal silently, and a spell appeared in his mind.

It's magic that summons saints.

Felix let out a long breath.

The alarm was lifted, and one more person attended the funeral. Except for the discomfort of the Hogwarts students who have been with Grindelwald for a year, the others did not show many strange expressions. Neville wanted to stand up and question the trick of the looking glass, but was held back by Seamus and Dean beside him.

"Don't be impulsive, Neville," Harry whispered, despite his mixed feelings.

Akinbad said briefly, saying that Grindelwald was invited by him, and when the funeral was over, they would start further negotiations, and peace was just around the corner. Grindelwald, who was standing beside him, looked noncommittal.

The funeral continues. When Arginbad returned to his seat in the first row, Grindelwald did not follow him. He walked up to the small man with thick hair and a black wizard's robe, and he politely asked, "Excuse me. , is it time to narrate the life of the deceased?"

"Yes, yes," the little man stammered.

Grindelwald grinned.

"Then leave it to me. I believe there is no one in the world who knows Dumbledore's strengths and weaknesses better than me."

The little man's expression froze, and he looked at the wizards in the front row for help, where there was a row of big men. But no one said a word. The little man stepped aside awkwardly. Grindelwald glanced at the corpse on the white stone table, and Dumbledore seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

He turned around and said slowly:

"I met Dumbledore much earlier than you think, when Dumbledore had just graduated, and I was expelled from school for studying black magic. Fate made two miserable young people meet in Godric's Hollow. We hit it off and soon became closer than blood brothers, because brothers are only related by blood - think about how many family ties are broken in reality - and we fit in ideally..."

As soon as he said the beginning, there was a lot of commotion. But Harry knew it was all true.

"Dumbledore has many virtues, but despite his tedious academic research, his most acclaimed contribution is his steadfast advocacy for the rights of Muggles and wizards of Muggle origin. Sadly, he himself was a Muggle victim, oh poor Albus, whose family has been torn apart by a few Muggles, and of course our law enforcement agencies and the Statute of Secrecy have helped."

Professor McGonagall fidgeted, trying to get up, but Felix held her down.

"Let him speak." Felix said calmly, looking like he was looking at a dead man.

"...The victim has the right to avenge the perpetrator - in any way he can think of, but Dumbledore gave up. This experience must be seen by some people not only damage Dumbledore's greatness, but make his The personal image is given a heroic tragic color, hailing his kindness and compassion. But I see his weakness and cowardice."

The crowd was talking.

"At one point we talked about everything, so I know Dumbledore's little secret buried deep in his heart, he wants wizards and Muggles to live in harmony, as family, what a noble ideal! It's a pity that he only wants results, but he doesn't want to achieve it. Terrified of the price that must be paid as a result..."

"...Because he was afraid of hands and feet, he finally stood on the opposite side of me. He betrayed his ideals, our ideals! Throughout his life, he dared not take a step, and even when he finally died, he could only hold a cautious Hope." The expressions on everyone's faces became angry, and Grindelwald looked around without a trace of fear: "This is Dumbledore, maybe you and I don't agree on him, but one thing is the same, Dumbledore. Brittany represents an era, and with his departure, an era ends."

"And a new era is coming."

Grindelwald said, without looking at the others, and turned to stare at the stone table. The dazzling white flames climbed up the same white and flawless stone table. The flames rose higher and higher. There was a mournful phoenix cry from the sky. All wrapped up in stone tombs.

The funeral is over.

After a long while, the voices in the venue gradually grew louder. Grindelwald was silent for a moment, staring at Felix. Felix met his gaze, he nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the Forbidden Forest, yes. There was no response to Agimbad's cry behind him.

Arginbad and a few Ministers of Magic stood up, staring blankly at Grindelwald's back, "He just Apparates! Doesn't he want to negotiate?"

Felix raised his head and stared at the sky. The phoenix did not know when it disappeared, and it may never appear again. Another familiar person left forever, and he next - in someone's words, ushered in a new era.

"Professor Hepp?" said a soft, cautious voice.

"Oh, Miss Granger," Felix said, glancing aside, "and Potter, Weasley, Longbottom. Please take a seat. When does the train leave school?"

"An hour later." Hermione said, and she glanced at Felix, as if something was brewing in her heart: "The president of the International Federation of Wizards and Grindelwald seem to have reached some kind of consensus..."

"You mean—the two of them made an 'unbreakable oath' in the presence of a dozen Ministers of Magic?"

Harry was taken aback, they didn't know the news at all. Hermione thought for a moment and said, "Oh - I guess it's really frustrating, and from how he behaved today, he's not an obedient person... Although we can all be aware of the risks, nothing Can't do it, because any objection means standing on the opposite side of those people—"

"What do you want to say, Granger?"

"Oh," Hermione whispered, "I mean, well, anyone in this situation feels powerless..."

Felix smiled, and he seemed to cheer up, but he didn't.

"It's not Grindelwald that makes me feel powerless, it's the drastic change that is about to take place in the world. I long for it and dread it. I don't have any experience to refer to."

"Professor," Harry said, "we'll definitely stand with you no matter what happens." Ron and Neville nodded in agreement.

Felix straightened his body and looked at them one by one with scrutiny eyes, "Okay, I'll take it seriously. Then from now on, watch the sky with me, and wait for the news from the outside world. I hope it won't scare you-- If I'm not mistaken," he muttered.

Harry looked at each other.

Time passed, in fact, within five minutes, Alimia Burns came over with a change of face, she stumbled and seemed to fall at any moment. The fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

Harry had never seen her like this.

"Ms. Burns?" asked Arginbad, who was discussing the situation with his secretary and other high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials. Grindelwald's sudden departure caught them off guard.

Ms. Burns blushed and stammered: "Mr. Arginbad, and everyone, G, Grindelwald—he, he—"

"Have you found his trace?"

"Not yet," she looked shaky, and many of the wizards still present set their sights on her, "but we confirmed the location of those whom Grindelwald brought."

"Where did they go? We can't let them gather in large numbers. According to Brelio, there were nearly 5,000 people gathered in Grindelwald. Even the demonstration was too much."

"All over the world," Ms. Burns said weakly.

"what?"

"Around the world!" she shouted, "Those people, under the leadership of six or seven hundred core saints, have publicly exposed their identities as wizards! It is roughly estimated that they have appeared in more than two thousand Muggle cities. They have no Casting magic with scruples, flying over the city - Mr. Arginbad, the magic world has been completely exposed, irreparable!"