Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 144 There is a witch in Siberia, passing by and tearing Voldemort

When Ron walked to the eighth floor and came to the door of the Gryffindor lounge, he suddenly remembered a very important thing.

Fox hasn't grown up yet.
In just a month, Fox couldn't get out of his infancy and enter the stage where he could teleport people. He probably had no problem running around by himself.

Although the phoenix is ​​reborn with the bug of endless nirvana, the growth cycle of top-level magical creatures with such huge magical power is not short at all. It will take nearly a year for Fox to restore his original body shape, and then use Build up magic over a longer period of time.

If Ron was to be given a second infusion of magic power, it would have to wait four or five years at least. The CD length of the ultimate move had long been expected by Ron.

Bite the bullet and walked to the door of the principal's office. Standing in front of the statue, Ron began his ancestral ventriloquist: the name of the dish was wrong, it was dessert.

Although the password of the principal's office has been changed all the time, sweets are always inseparable from each change. From Zizibee Candy to Cockroach Heap, I have said almost all the names related to sweetness in my mind, but The stone statue is still a stone statue, still indifferent.

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"Professor Dumbledore has changed his taste?"

"Super Double Concentrated Durian Candy?"

Ron squeezed out the last name in his mind. This was the Christmas present he gave Dumbledore last year. He sent three big boxes, weighing more than sixty catties. According to Seid, the sixty catties The sugar is concentrated from six tons of durian pulp, and it's absolutely damn sweet and equally tangy.

Just when Ron was about to divert to Professor McGonagall's office to ask for the password, Ron suddenly thought of something and said hesitantly:
"Honey Grill? Honey Sandwich?"

The statue jumped to the sides, out of the way of the spiral steps behind it.

"I wish the professor didn't put shoes on me for not getting the honey sandwich"

Ron remembered very clearly that at that time he stuffed Dumbledore with a bacon sandwich, and then gnawed hatefully on the sweet-smelling honey sandwich. The remorse and pain on the professor's face could be felt by everyone.

"Of course not, come in."

Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind the door. After the door was pushed open, Fawkes, with all his feathers, flapped his little wings and flew into Ron's arms, bouncing around. Makes a home on top of his head, making a lovely 'chirp' sound.

"Actually, you know what happened at the door, right?"

Ron naturally sat opposite Dumbledore, staring at him with his chin in his hands.

"The principal's office doesn't have such a magical function." Dumbledore, who was drinking a milkshake, winked happily at Ron, showing his innocence.

"You old man said that if you don't have it, then you don't have it. After all, you are the greatest white wizard of our time and one of the best headmasters at Hogwarts. You have the heroic deeds of defeating the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald, which made Voldemort tremble. , with wisdom and talent beyond ordinary people, even Mr. Nicolas Lemay was tortured by you two hundred times in the card game."

"You are such an outstanding, respected and loved person who cares about us children and hopes that they will grow up healthy and embark on a bright road without regrets. You will definitely not deceive students, right?"

Dumbledore, whose eyebrows were twitching a little at Ron's nonsense, put his hand on his chin. Immediately, the roles of the two of them were switched. Ron was drinking the black tea vigorously, and his legs almost started to shake. up.

"Ugh"

The old man shook his head helplessly, why are these brats getting more and more skinny now, it is not easy to lead the team.
"You locked up Lockhart?"

"I'm just an enthusiastic student, helping the professor complete the unfinished classroom teaching. After all, the Cornish elves are as cunning as the devil to destroy. The students can't deal with it. We are only in the second grade and need to be cared for."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched several times. It's not surprising that other people said that they are second-year wizards who need to be taken care of. Why are you pretending to be young and tender, a guy who can almost wrestle with a giant cub?
"Isn't it difficult to find a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Dumbledore made a helpless expression, "There have been rumors in the outside world that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a cursed position, but unfortunately, This position is indeed cursed."

"The one who did this was a former Hogwarts student. I rejected his application to return to teach at the school. He was full of resentment for this position because he was dissatisfied."

"Until 11 years ago, this curse was truly fulfilled. He used a curse that I couldn't break, and could only be weakened with time. However, compared to previous years, its effectiveness has gradually begun to lose .”

"Very wicked method, one of the filthiest forms of magic."

"Voldemort?" This obvious answer on the stage can be guessed even if you haven't read the original Ron. Since Ron killed Quirrell and Voldemort's remnant soul stuck on the back of his head, Dumbledore's things to Voldemort There is little concealment, and you can say what you want to say.

"I'm more used to calling him Tom, Tom Riddle, an exceptionally talented student who has embarked on a path of no return that he shouldn't have."

"Unexpectedly ordinary, I mean the name, walking on the street and shouting: Tom, at least dozens of people will look at you."

"Perhaps this is also one of the determinations that made him want to change himself."

"But even so, Professor, that's not why you asked Lockhart to be a professor."

"We've wasted a year. We only had seven happy years at Hogwarts, but we've been wasted a year by Quirrell."

"Lockhart is in his second year. How many years can we delay?"

"Think about those graduates, professor, look at those Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, they are younger, and they are basically seniors who have not graduated long ago. In front of me, how many people can stand if I cast a spell over there?"

"Everyone knows! Except for the Aurors in France who raised their hands when something went wrong, our Aurors in England are the most embarrassing. I doubt that if Voldemort makes a comeback, then the Ministry of Magic will be the first official to surrender unconditionally." Institutions, you can't expect any decent resistance from a group of Aurors who only use magic wands to perform some life tricks."

"Whose responsibility is this? Hogwarts?"

Ron spread his hands, and then said helplessly: "Of course! They are all excellent students who graduated from Hogwarts. The threshold for Aurors is not low. They are all elites, but the elites have become like this. Is there a way out?"

"Compared to Grindelwald, Voldemort, the second-generation Dark Lord, is just a hooligan who smashes and destroys in the village, the leader of a cult, the real Dark Lord, and a terrifying person who can disturb the world. become king."

"Kings of darkness may not be loved and respected by others, but as kings, they must have enough boldness or ambition."

"But why did Voldemort become the second Dark Lord?"

"Isn't it because the wizards in England are too good? Wands are no different from fire sticks. If you hold their opponents higher, then you can look less ashamed and avoid being laughed at by people from other countries."

"Right, Professor?"

"If you throw Voldemort into Siberia and let him set off some kind of dark reign there, I guess before he puts on his fur cloak and shoots the Dark Mark, he will be slaughtered by some people who just drank vodka and slaughtered ice on the ice field with their chests bare." The wizard who returned from the dragon tore it with his hands as he passed by."

"It's not that the enemy is too strong, but that we are too weak."

"It's so weak that most people don't dare to resist. They only let out a scream just before death, which made other people tremble even more when they heard the sound."

"More than ten years have passed, why has no one dared to mention his name? It's not because in the past ten years, the wizards in England have never straightened their backs, thinking that they can tear through the darkness with their own hands and see the dawn. "

"It's not that the enemy is too strong, but that we are too weak."

Dumbledore repeated Ron's words, then leaned back in his chair and fell into deep thought.

Ron, who drank black tea to moisten his throat, teased Fox, but he did not interrupt Dumbledore's thinking.

"That's right." Dumbledore said calmly after he figured out something: "Indeed, the fact that they haven't been able to get out of the shadow of the year is actually not confident in their abilities, because they know their abilities, so they can't make up their minds .”

"For so many years!" Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Someone finally taught me a lesson. After all, I hadn't thought about it this way before. Sure enough, I was so obsessed with the old-fashioned Dragon Quest. It’s true that you will subconsciously forget some things.”

"Learning never ends, but how did you get that idea, Ron?"

After all, in Dumbledore's view, Ron is the kind of person who likes to handle everything on his own. He has put in far more efforts than ordinary little wizards. What he does is actually very different from what he says now.

"There are more Muggles, so they have more smart people. You can read Muggle books, which will give you a lot of inspiration. Muggles don't have magic, so they pay more attention to the wisdom and power of groups. "

"What's more, I'm not a reckless person who likes to go up alone. You forgot how many times I called for off-field assistance? There is a limit to a person's energy. I prefer to go further on one road. As for For other difficulties, I have many friends, who are also the pride of heaven in their respective fields, not to mention, I have very powerful teachers, such as you, such as Teacher Lemay."

"The world is so big, it's too early to fight alone, but I'm more greedy, I want to see more of what the world looks like."

Another point that Dumbledore ignored subconsciously. As a professor, as an elder, as a powerful wizard, he didn't feel in his heart that the way Ron rang the bell to summon him for help was to use external force. He only saw Ron let his partner evacuate, but stayed alone at the end.

Dumbledore ignored his own existence. The place under the light was probably the most hidden place that people subconsciously ignored.

His own light is so dazzling that he takes help and care for granted.

"That's right, but the Aurors are not as weak as you imagined. At least Britain is peaceful now, thanks to their hard work. Your seniors and sisters are also very outstanding."

"Scrimgeour dragged my dad to persuade me to become an Auror after graduation after I went to the Ministry of Magic for the first time, to neutralize the soft atmosphere there"

There is nothing more pleasing than Ron's innocent throwing of his hands, tearing things down or something.

Dumbledore glared at Ron resentfully, but there was nothing he could do, what he said was the truth.

"Okay, okay, I promise you."

Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind.

"From next year, I will find a real powerful wizard to serve as the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. It will not be a fake guy like Quirrell and Lockhart. As your principal, I have to be responsible to you .”

"What about this year?" Ron looked at Dumbledore.

"You came with an answer, didn't you?"

Even if the old man doesn't need Legilimency, his sea-blue eyes that can penetrate people's hearts can see many things.

"Since the classroom seats of Defense Against the Dark Arts are cursed, it's very simple. Let's set up a club ourselves. The curse of Voldemort will not spread to the clubs opened by the students themselves, right?"

"This extremely vicious curse is very targeted." Dumbledore added, which made Ron completely relieved.

"I don't know if I can borrow those non-professional professors who have spare time? At least they have practiced outside for a long time. If they give advice to the little wizard, there should be no problem."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

"What about the club's expenses?"

"As a club, the books in it are of course free. We also need some tangible 'real models'. Reading books is not enough. Those professors who are eager to help naturally need a lot of hard work."

"[-] Galleons a year, I can give you the classroom on the fourth floor as an activity place, it has been vacant for a long time."

Ron immediately pulled out a piece of parchment, and then danced quickly on it. After all, to set up a society, it needs a formal signature, either from the principal or from the deans of their respective colleges.

"What about the name?"

Dumbledore asked a little strangely when signing, but this is just a small matter and doesn't affect anything.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but I think it would be appropriate to call it Dumbledore's Army?"

"After all, your old man's name can ward off evil spirits, and it is invulnerable to all poisons."

Ron took the parchment away, and the old man smiled wryly again and kept shaking his head.

"I took Fox out to play. He can't stay here all the time. Only by breathing fresh air can he grow up happily, right, professor!"

Ron, who turned the bird and ran away, quickly left along the spiral stairs. Fox screamed excitedly, jumping up and down on his head with great joy.

(End of this chapter)