Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The young wizards had no idea how professors dealt with vampires.

Anyway, everyone ate dinner that night in the common room. Although it tasted good, it was not as comfortable as in the auditorium. After all, the common room was a bit small.

However, the atmosphere of the dinner was not bad. The little badgers caught 80 intruders this time, and they actually got the first place. They were so excited that they turned the dinner into a dinner party, and the party ended in the early morning.

Early the next morning, the depressed little wizards were asked by their professors to carry watering cans filled with potions and spray them all over the castle.

"If any of you are more skilled in the art of making water, you can also learn the formula of this potion and adjust it yourself." Professor Sprout said, "Everything else is easy to talk about, but you must remember to bring me the watering can!"

Professor McGonagall also went out of character and said very seriously, "When you can start eating in the auditorium depends on when you spray the entire castle with potion, otherwise you will have to continue to eat in the common room."

Many young wizards are thinking, well, it would be nice if they could hide in the common room to eat from now on. They can continue to hold dinners where the professors can't see them.

The little wizards of Slytherin expressed dissatisfaction, "Wouldn't it be better to leave this kind of matter to the house elves?"

"We are noble purebloods, how could we do such... despicable things!"

"That's too much! If you don't give us an explanation, I will tell my parents about this, and then the Ministry of Magic will come to the school directors to talk about it!"

They objected noisily.

At this time, Professor Snape looked at them with a sullen face and looked at them with cold reptilian eyes, "Do you want me to hand over the potion that I finally brewed to those house elves?!"

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Anyone could tell that the professor was in an extremely bad mood.

Snape had a busy night last night.

Professor Snape, who has been brewing potions all his life and thinks that his potion skills are unparalleled in the world and that potions are art, feels for the first time that he never wants to do anything like boiling potions again in this life! ! !

Boil the medicine, boil the medicine, boil the medicine!

He brewed at least more than 7,000 special bat-repelling potions!

One can imagine how unhappy his mood is now.

And now, he actually heard someone saying that the potion should be left to the house elves to handle.

Professor Snape sneered, "Hey, why do I have to work hard to make potions, but you can sleep well, and now you want to enjoy the results?"

No one can escape!

Under the gaze of the three deans - mainly because Professor Flitwick was too short to stare closely at him - the little wizards each carried a frame on their backs and reluctantly began to spray potions around the castle.

Peeves also came to help, but it was not helpful, such as making the little wizards fall down or something.

"Is Albus awake?" Professor McGonagall asked after dismissing the group of naughty children. "Many parents wrote in yesterday asking what happened at Hogwarts."

Professor Sprout rolled his eyes, "What happened? Weren't there so many Ministry of Magic officials and newspaper reporters present yesterday? You still want to ask us about the specific situation? Just read the newspaper! Rita Skeeter Let them see the end of the world!"

Professor Sprout regretted teaching that woman who was full of lies.

Professor McGonagall sighed.

The two Ministry of Magic referees, who had returned after yesterday, looked at each other.

Mr. Bagman also sighed and explained, "Scrimgeour was tricked by Fudge's people again."

"Huh?" Professor Sprout looked dissatisfied, "What's wrong with him as the Minister of Magic? I don't think he was a very smart and capable person when he was an Auror?"

"But he was not the Minister of Magic at that time." Mr. Crouch said softly, "Do you think being the Minister of Magic is so easy? As long as you do the right thing, there will be people who will support you?"

Professor Sprout frowned and said angrily, "Are those pure-blooded guys stirring up trouble again?"

Mr. Crouch snorted with disdain, "Because there is a mysterious person supporting them."

The professors were stunned for a moment and asked in astonishment, "Isn't Voldemort already defeated by Dumbledore?"

"But as long as other people don't know about it, they will feel scared, and then they will be in awe and start to be timid in doing anything." Mr. Crouch curled his lips, "And they can take advantage of it. benefit."

He shrugged and sneered, "They are very familiar with this kind of thing, and they can achieve their goals without anyone noticing."

The professors were a little silent. Finally, Professor McGonagall decided, "Leave this kind of matter to Albus. After all, he is the principal of the school."

The professors discussed the subsequent reconstruction of Hogwarts Castle and the restoration of courses.

As for the Ministry of Magic and other students' parents.

Oh, why should others comment on what Hogwarts does?

What none of the wizards realize is that a new crisis is brewing.

Voldemort, who was defeated by Principal Dumbledore, was only part of his soul, which could be called the main soul or a certain remnant soul.

When this piece of remnant soul dissipates, Voldemort will wake up in a piece of his previous remnant soul, commonly known as...

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The reason why the trumpet is called the trumpet is naturally because it does not have the equipment and skills of the large trumpet, so everything has to start from scratch.

Of course, as a means of saving lives in the HP world, Horcruxes are not so miserable that one needs to start from scratch, but they also have great limitations.

First of all, there is no connection between the soul fragments. Only when all the fragments disappear can I know that I am completely dead.

Secondly, because it is just a soul fragment, it does not have a body. This is basically the same as the ghost at Hogwarts, except that the ghost only has one life. If the ghost dies, it is really gone.

In addition to these two shortcomings, there are also shortcomings such as changes in personality, changes in aura, and changes in appearance, but they are certainly not as thorough as Voldemort's.

It’s not easy for Mr. Fu’s appearance to change from a 9-point handsome boy to a 9-point weirdo. I heard that for that honor, he often used things like the wings of a hippogriff and a basilisk. Scales, Riem cow blood...

He had tried all the magic items he could buy - transplanting them into his body, rather than taking the potions made from these items.

In short, due to his unremitting efforts, he not only became bald, but also became stronger, and his image was also ruined.