Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 176 When Malice Boils (Prologue at the End of Volume)
Lockhart, who showed off his wisdom more and more unscrupulously, made people feel worse, but the human body deformation did not happen again after that day. Professor McGonagall severely stopped his excessive behavior. As the vice-principal, McGonagall What Professor Geer said works just as well.

Without false words, she ignored Lockhart's eloquent tongue and failed to explore the ultimate secret of the crown. Lockhart, who inherited Ravenclaw's wisdom, could only give up in resentment.

However, after telling the little wizard the "unfortunate" news in class, Lockhart still did not change his enthusiasm for acting. His stage play with sound and light effects kicked off again, and the scale was even larger than the previous one. All have to be big.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

Harry and Ron walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom very tiredly, "I don't care if he will give me a P or something on the final grade, I shouldn't treat Loha I don’t have any expectations for this thing to get better.”

"I confess, I had the slightest thought before Christmas that he might have really changed, and it seems I was as stupid as a pig."

After sternly rejecting Lockhart in class and letting him go on stage to cooperate with the performance, Harry heard a few words about class performance and final grades, but at worst, after graduation, he followed Sirius and waited for money to fall from the sky. This thing does not catch a cold.

You can’t expect a super rich second generation to worry about whether they can find a job after graduation. Even without Sirius, Harry would be able to rank among the rich just by taking the Elixir of Felicity. This little golden potion takes a long time to brew, The risk is extremely high and the difficulty is extremely high, but the market is in short supply.

The whole bottle of Felicia received last Christmas could even buy a thousand square meters of land and build a beautiful big house on it, and build a huge garden around the house.

When did the Potions Master run out of money?Although Harry is still far from a master of potions, there is still no problem in obtaining a first-class pharmacist certificate from the International Pharmacists Association after graduation.

"Well, I really hope that Lockhart can 'catch' the assailant sooner, and end it sooner. It's almost three weeks, and this day is really unbearable."

Squinting his eyes and looking at the sunlight covered by clouds outside the corridor window, Harry's voice was full of weakness.

"Why don't you go to Hagrid's to relax? I'll stop by to feed the Thestrals. I wonder if those guys can grow a few taels of meat after eating half a ton of my dragon meat."

Although it is still very cold today, at least there is no more scattered light snow. In January, such a day is really rare.

"There's no class in the afternoon anyway, so let's go out for a stroll." Ron patted Harry on the back to try to cheer him up. It's a good idea to go outdoors for a couple of laps. Harry nodded, and the three of them turned around. Enter another corridor and prepare to walk towards the exit of the gate.

But within three to five minutes of walking, the corridor was filled with crowds ahead, and the little wizards with fearful faces whispered and stopped here.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ron pulled over a senior Hufflepuff student he didn't know but looked familiar. Before that, they used to go to the kitchen to have dinner from time to time, and they often had barbecues in the Hufflepuff common room. Except for Gryffindor, they The most familiar one is Hufflepuff's little badger.

"Someone was attacked!"

"We just finished class. As soon as we came out, we found that Nuttle was petrified and hung from the ceiling. Professor Flitwick had just put him down."

"The attack happened again!"

This familiar but unnamed boy clenched his fists with a pale complexion, "Nutter was born of a Muggle, so what the heir and that monster are going to purify are people from non-wizard families like us, right?"

He gripped his robe anxiously, struggling in his heart.

"But Professor Lockhart didn't say there would be no more attacks, did he?"

The witch beside the boy said that there are still many people who still have trust and confidence in Lockhart. After all, Xiaolu's success before Christmas really left a good impression on many people.

"Expect Lockhart to turn you into a ghoul or a hag, and sail or spend weekends with you?"

"Didn't you see what Padma looked like that day? She believed in Lockhart as much as you did before, but now?"

A tall girl wearing a blue striped school uniform said sharply, she unceremoniously poked the chest of the witch who had just opened her mouth, and her fingertips sank deeply.

"I hope you are really using this to think. The greatest wealth is the wisdom of others, not your (*human*)."

The two who seemed to be arguing hadn't said their next words when a few students who came trotting over from another corridor and who seemed to be planning to go to the hall met the crowd, and they screamed exaggeratedly: "There is also a lot of trouble here." Was attacked?"

"We just came out of the classroom on the third floor! Someone was attacked there too!"

There was a loud commotion from the young wizards who were frying the pot, and Professor Flitwick's shrill voice was drowned out in the crowd.

"Sounds loud!"

The loud noise that shook people's heads made the panic-stricken crowd quiet.

"Professor Flitwick is here." After saying this, Ron lifted the magic of the loudspeaker, and then pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the center.

"Thanks for helping Ron."

Professor Flitwick patted Ron's knee to express his approval. Although he also thought about using the Amplifying Charm, using this spell in his high-pitched voice was almost like the Banshee's Howl. This is not caused by magic. Even more frightening, he sometimes envied other men's thick and magnetic voices.

"Now, all Hogwarts personnel who have heard this broadcast are invited to gather in the auditorium. The professors temporarily interrupt today's classes and escort the nearest students to the auditorium."

The magic broadcast from nowhere echoed in every corridor of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall's voice was as clear and serious as usual, but there was a trace of imperceptible weakness in this voice.

The broadcast was repeated three times, and Professor Flitwick stopped short of what he was about to say, and he used a spell to levitate himself a few feet higher so that the students could see his face.

"Don't panic, follow me now, let's go to the auditorium hall."

"Helen, Joseph, you two prefects organize your classmates well, and no one is allowed to leave the team halfway. Ron, please go last. Let's go to the auditorium first and then talk about other things."

The white cloth and the stretcher summoned by magic will be covered by the petrified students and carried up. Professor Flitwick let the stretcher float beside him, and then led the students towards the auditorium not far away. He drew out his wand, and the little He is as big as a giant, which makes people feel at ease from the bottom of their hearts.

The silently advancing team encountered several groups of young wizards in the middle of the process, and they also joined the team, and even a few ghosts flew out of the wall, but after seeing such a large team, they drifted away again. Huhu left, they received an order to find those students who were not with the main force and were a little flustered now.

The huge auditorium was already full of young wizards, the original huge long table disappeared, and the empty auditorium looked a bit wider now, even if the number of people doubled, it would not look crowded here.

There were professors coming quickly with the students, and the ghosts also brought groups of scattered young wizards to the auditorium. The serious Dumbledore stood on the rostrum, and the angry old man exuded There was a mysterious aura that could not be ignored, which made the noisy crowd quiet down, and an incomparable sense of peace of mind overflowed their bodies.

With Dumbledore at Hogwarts, the school wouldn't have any problems.

No one does not believe this, he is the patron saint of all the students, and when the old man is angry, this invisible power ripples, making this trust reach the highest peak.

The auditorium fell into a quiet and solemn atmosphere. In addition to the stretcher covered in a white cloth that Professor Flitwick brought to the auditorium, there were two other petrified bodies of the attackers who were not sent to the school infirmary in time.

But a noise interrupted the solemn atmosphere.

". That's right! At that time, I just snapped off the horns on the top of that guy's head, and then I used a powerful spell—bang to shatter the armor on his body. The blood was poured on my body all at once, although I was very embarrassed, but there was no way, I had already exhausted all my strength to deal with that Romanian longhorn—but!"

"I succeeded in killing the evil fire dragon that was raging in the village. People once again remembered my heroic name in their hearts. Although I refused in every possible way, they still wanted to erect a statue for me. "My Wrestling with the Fire Dragon" It will be compiled and published shortly, I."

Lockhart, who was stared at fiercely by a kind of gaze, paused for a moment, but with the same smile on his face, he responded to the gaze ahead with a brighter smile.

"Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, you will never be threatened by that monster, trust me."

"Professor Lockhart!" Professor McGonagall snapped. She glanced at Lockhart who was still bragging, her tone full of boredom.

"There have been four attacks, just today."

"What? Why don't I know?"

"Where? Are they there?"

"Oh! That sucks, it must have been because I was in class at the time and couldn't spare the time to deal with this guy."

"But that's okay!"

Lockhart showed a bright smile, as if the victims of these attacks were nothing more than irrelevant stones, which could not make his smile fade in the slightest.

"I promise, it's tonight! By tomorrow night at the latest, I can catch this guy immediately. I have found his hiding place, which is quite simple for me."

"Well, this should be the last batch of students, right?"

Dumbledore, who was on the rostrum without looking back, spoke, and the little wizard whose attention was drawn away from Lockhart in an instant stared at Dumbledore.

Lockhart, who was a bit disappointed, still had a smile on his face. He came to the teacher's seat, but the professors beside him were far away from this plague god.

"Romanian Longhorn's blood is 140 degrees, I hope you didn't burn your makeup."

A belated supplement pierced Lockhart's heart. The fire dragon's thick scales and skin restrained the high temperature in their bodies, but dragon blood was never a warm liquid. The more fierce the dragon's breath, the more the fire dragon, The temperature of the dragon blood in their bodies is higher. For fire dragons like the Hungarian Horntail that can spit out dragon breath at least [-] feet long, the temperature of the dragon blood can even be as high as two to three hundred degrees, like boiling magma.

But Dumbledore didn't look at Lockhart. The words just now seemed to be a hint of concern he inadvertently revealed. He quickly turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, and he has already quickly instructed the students to let them use their own Professor McGonagall, who is standing at the college and grade level, is counting the number of students.

"There are still four ghosts who haven't come back, and the students are a few short."

Just as Professor McGonagall was reporting to Dumbledore, there was a rush of footsteps.

"professor!"

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should come here!"

Not knowing whether it was George or Fred, one of them ran into the Great Hall panting.

Without hesitation, Dumbledore immediately followed him and left the auditorium. The originally quiet auditorium hall gradually became a little commotion, but it didn't take long before Dumbledore came back with the twins, but behind them, five covered with The white cloth stretcher also followed Dumbledore to the auditorium.

"Go back first."

Dumbledore patted their brothers on the shoulders, and the twins nodded before pushing into the Gryffindor queue.

"what happened?"

After receiving the map from Fred, Ron asked in a low voice.

"The attacker was Malfoy. We saw him. He and Jordan ran into each other. On the stairs on the second floor, we were in the Room of Requirement, but when we passed, only five of them were petrified." people, and four charred ghosts."

"I'm staring at the map. George's letter came back. You're right. It's indeed on the first floor."

Dumbledore spoke, and his loud and clear voice echoed in the auditorium.

"Hogwarts has entered emergency alert today. As you can see, the attackers' actions have become more and more rampant. As your headmaster, this is my responsibility that I cannot shirk."

"I'm ashamed of everyone's trust."

Dumbledore bowed, he did not deny his mistake, and sincerely apologized.

There was a burst of noisy voices one after another. Although such an attack was indeed a little confusing, the little wizards did not curse aloud. They knew in their hearts that Dumbledore was their only and most reassuring pillar at the moment.

"It's not your fault! Professor Dumbledore."

"We believe in you, you will catch the monster in the Chamber of Secrets, right!"

A burst of cheering and shouting gradually sounded, and they looked eagerly at Dumbledore on the rostrum. The trust from the bottom of their hearts made the old man's eyes wet.

From this moment on, the stubborn thoughts in his heart seemed to shake a bit. Dumbledore remembered a book he had accidentally seen in a Muggle second-hand bookstore before. When reading Muggle books, Dumbledore also paid attention to things that he hadn't paid attention to before.

The Abortion Problem and the Double Impact of Dogma

This strange looking book asked Dumbledore to open it with his name, and in this book, he saw a sharp and difficult problem:
Suppose a botanist travels to a dictatorship one day.The local dictator arrested 20 innocent Indians on suspicion of rebellion and sentenced them all to death.But the dictator made a suggestion that, as a guest, if the botanist shot one of the Indians with his own hands, the other 19 people could be set free.Should the botanist shoot one himself to save the other 19, or should he refuse to do so and let all 20 be shot?

This question and conjecture, which is inseparable from sacrifice and morality, is the predecessor of the trolley problem. After curiously searching and exploring this question, Dumbledore, who became more and more terrified, also fell into a tangle at some point.

He had done the same before. When a roaring tram was about to run over five people tied to the track, he chose to flip the switch to make the train turn, using fewer people tied to another track as the To save more people.

For the greater good, he has paid a lot in his hundred years of life, and although he has also gained a lot, but now
But now, seeing the clear eyes of these children looking at him, amidst the tears, Dumbledore knew how to choose, and he knew what he should do in the future.

Muggles would flip the switch.

And I'm a wizard, I'm Dumbledore.

I have the power to stop the tram, I have the power to break the so-called rules and frameworks.

The greater interests are not only based on sacrifices. If you want to do it and obtain it, then when you make yourself so strong that no one can violate it, no matter how great the interests are, it is as easy and simple as picking something out of a bag.

A Tom is not worth it, just like that brat said, what is there to fear and fear about a village-level cult leader?
The children are the most precious wealth. Although they are old now, they will be handed over to me from now on before they are too old to hold a wand and cast spells.

"I'll take care of this trouble, if you'll take my word for it."

Dumbledore wiped the tears from his face, then smiled softly and looked at the children.

"I promise."

A tsunami-like cheer erupted in the auditorium. Although these attacks made the young wizard extremely uneasy at the moment, they were also full of joy at this moment. They heard the promise made, and they believed that the promise would be honored. accomplish.

"However, since something like this has happened today"

"Please also allow that I have to let you stay here temporarily."

"Wait until I get this all over."

"Please make up for it today, but tonight's food is still rich, at least the kitchen is safe and sound, right?"

Small square tables replaced the original long tables and benches, magic tents appeared at the four corners of the wall, and even a lot of expanded maps were placed aside, and sets of cards were also placed in categories. .

Although they can't leave the auditorium, the little wizards need to wait for the moment when the truth comes out, but looking at the auditorium hall that has changed so much, the little wizards can't help but smile, those cards that allow them to pass the time before going to bed are really waiting for them to fill their stomachs It is disassembled and used to gallop in the virtual realistic battlefield.

But right at the moment of cheering.

The door of the auditorium was violently pushed open.

A group of Aurors followed Fudge, and the fat man in a bowler hat hurried in while wiping the sweat off his face. Beside Fudge, Lucius Malfoy, who was holding a jeweled cane, He also sneered at his peers.

They didn't have good intentions, at least in the eyes of the little wizard, they did.

"We need to talk."

Fudge walked in front of Dumbledore and spoke seriously, but his round face seemed unable to hold back the expression, which looked a bit embarrassed and funny.

"Just say it here, Connelly."

"There is no need to hide anything, the children know it all."

Dumbledore pointed to several stretchers placed beside the classroom seats. Some petrified students could not be completely covered, and many of their frozen bodies were exposed outside.

It was a dull, petrified and stiff appearance, seemingly lifeless.

"It's reckless, I mean it shouldn't be at least"

Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead in a state of confusion, "We need to talk about the Chamber of Secrets, you know, 50 years ago, it was Hagrid"

"That's slander, Connelly." Dumbledore's expression returned to stern, and Fudge couldn't help shrinking his shoulders when he saw the blue eyes burning with a trace of anger, "Hagrid is not a murderer, I have told you a lot time."

"But his suspicion is the biggest! Isn't it?"

"I need to hand over an explanation, Dumbledore, while this matter has not been known to too many people, I must first"

"Taking Hagrid away won't solve anything at all."

"But at least I can give an explanation. Hagrid's criminal record is not good for him. The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures. Before coming, we have contacted the school board."

"You have to see it from my point of view, right?"

Fudge took off his top hat and was playing with it in his hands, as if this would ease his nervousness at the moment.

"I'm under a lot of pressure. Although I haven't been bombarded by the owl's growling letter yet, if I don't do something, then something will happen. If Hagrid is not the one who finds out in the end, then he will come back, but If you don't take him with you, then I—”

Fudge's voice stopped abruptly, and Dumbledore just waved his hand indifferently.

"As I said, Hagrid isn't, and he's not at Hogwarts at all right now."

"Then where is he? If there is no alibi, then the suspect is..."

"He and Sirius are discussing the construction of the dragon training ground. The materials have been prepared, and the construction will start at the end of this month. They are now choosing the construction style. If you think he can turn himself into two people, then I have no idea. There is something to say."

Immediately at a loss for words, Fudge fanned the wind with his hat. Somewhat at a loss, he blushed and said, "Then, in order to prevent it from happening again, I will let the Aurors take over here, and then conduct a thorough search."

"Perhaps this is not what you should do, Connelly." Dumbledore glanced at Fudge, and then turned the elder wand in his hand.

"I can deal with all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic by myself. If I say it, I can do it. They are all students I have taught. I am very happy to see their growth. However, the number and strength cannot be compared. "

"The monster in the Chamber of Secrets is not a fire dragon. The number of people is useless to it. Don't increase casualties. Hogwarts magic may not be 100% effective on the wizards who have graduated. The rules here only protect Hogg. Watts people."

"But I believe, you still remember this place, right, Hogwarts still welcomes you."

Dumbledore looked up at the pair of elite Aurors behind Fudge. Although they were all in their twenties and thirties, after seeing their headmaster again, these older children couldn't help scratching their heads. They had never heard Deng Bullido said the same tough and domineering words as today, but after hearing it, he felt very happy.

Sensing a strange feeling called: 'Your Auror is still my Hogwarts', Fudge, who was standing restlessly, became even more anxious.

"Ahem~"

Just when Fudge was restless and couldn't hold back any words, Lucius Malfoy coughed lightly, with a cold and contented smile on his face. Just now, he was looking at Looking at the petrified students lying on the ground.

"Is there something to do with you, Lucius?" The disgust in Dumbledore's tone made Lucius Malfoy frown. When will this old fox be angry and flirtatious?
Malfoy, who didn't know the subtle changes in Dumbledore's mind before, was a little confused, but soon, he put it all behind him.

"Things are terrible, even worse than I imagined."

Lucius Malfoy spoke lazily, and slowly took out a long roll of parchment from his arms.

"We held an emergency board meeting, and the board of directors felt that you should be let go. This is a removal order—"

The auditorium, which became silent in an instant, could be heard.

"You will see that all twelve directors have signed on it. We feel that you may not have used your talents at all and fulfilled your due obligations. Until now—"

Lucius pointed to the petrified students covered in white cloths.

"I think it's far more than the six attacks that we knew about before, there have been so many attacks. There have been four attacks just today at noon and afternoon, and it's counting, right?"

"At this rate there will be no Muggle students left at Hogwarts, and we all know that would be a terrible loss for the school."

However, others only saw a smug expression on his face. You can't expect a 'noble' wizard with a pure-blood baggage to have any good looks at Muggle-born, or even half-blood-born wizards. This hypocrisy is disgusting.

"Oh no, what are you talking about, Lucius."

This news gave Fudge another blow, which made him even more panicked, "Dumbledore was dismissed no, this is not okay. We absolutely don't want to now, at least not now"

"Acceptance to the headmaster—ah yes! And dismissal, which is a matter for the board of directors, Fudge." Lucius Malfoy said in a flat tone, "Since Dumbledore failed to prevent these things from happening, So what is the need for him to stay here?"

"Maybe soon, a new headmaster will come along and take his place, I think - some reasonable policy can make this kind of thing stop, right."

"I think--"

"I think you should eat my uncle's stinky shoes!"

A shoe with an ominous smell flew out from the little wizard, and the smell of smoky beriberi exuded a terrible smell in the air. It seemed that a shoe with a faint black and green phantom was more terrifying than a curse stuff.

The attack from behind hit Malfoy in the back of the head in an instant, knocking him reeling.

But it's not over yet, as we all know, there are two shoes, and of course socks
Following the sound of vomiting from the group of little wizards, another stinky shoe flew over, followed by two pairs of socks that were bunched together and smelled of damp.

The attack of this biochemical weapon covered both Lucius Malfoy and Fudge, and the faces of the two who retched suddenly turned pale.

"Eat my big shit!"

I don't know who yelled such a voice, the big dung that was thrown from various places became black and dense, and the faces of those Aurors who originally wanted to block the minister turned green. The favorite prank props to play with while reading are things that every boy will come into contact with to some extent.

After all, playing with shit is basically the instinct of every child, even Muggles can use firecrackers to blow up shit, and even a certain magical country has developed a daily eating of [-] grams of cow dung, which is born in cow urine magical operation.

With a bang, the super big dung egg mixed with the ordinary big dung egg exploded, and almost two thousand pounds of fermented poop hit the head like a mountain of Taishan. There is no doubt that this is a masterpiece of the twins.

The two of them did not stop to optimize the super big dung egg. This is already considered that the 0.85 version of the super big dung egg can keep for half a month without frying. When will we mention the shelf life and stabilize the product performance? Version 1.0 The super big dung eggs will be launched on the market, of course, at that time, the inside may not necessarily be full of dung.

The two people who were submerged in feces immediately repeated the bewilderment that Quirrell encountered at the beginning, but fortunately there was no Peeves, the two thousand pounds of feces were not enough to drown them, and Dumbledore cast a spell on their side , although the exploding feces was quite spectacular, it did not cause uncontrollable tragedies, but the disgusting stench still slipped out a lot at the beginning of the explosion, making the faces of the little wizards nearby turn green up.

After finally remembering that they are wizards, the two struggled in the sea of ​​excrement for a long time before they found out their wands. Fortunately, they kept their mouths shut and remembered that they had learned the silent spell, and the two who were not so miserable as to swallow dung waved their wands Quickly clean up this embarrassing mess.

"Yuck~"

They leaned on their knees and retched. Although the cleansing spell swept away the filth, they still couldn't help feeling sick because of the lingering aftertaste.

"This is the student you teach!"

"Is that what you do?"

"what?!!"

"Dumbledore!"

The frantic Malfoy slapped the parchment on the table in front of Dumbledore, his eyes were red and his clothes were disheveled.

"Let's wait and see!" Malfoy said viciously, the attack made him forget some words that should have been said at this moment, such as his son Barabara's .
"The signatures of all 12 of us are here! Now! You can get out of Hogwarts, there will be a new headmaster taking over here soon!"

"We'll wait and see!"

He put down this sentence viciously, glared at Dumbledore with a smile on his face, and swore to be utterly irreconcilable with him.

"If the board wants me to leave at this time"

"Of course! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Don't interrupt me, Lucius, it's not polite."

Dumbledore's plain words made Lucius Malfoy tremble viciously, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water in the winter, and he instantly woke up.

"If the board wants me to leave at this time, then of course I will give up my seat"

A commotion interrupted Dumbledore again, the little wizards were blown up!The little wizards who were not involved in the attack on them before stood on the chairs, and some of them drew out their wands, and seemed to be planning to cast a spell on them behind their backs.

"All right."

Dumbledore pressed his hand, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the old man in the calm auditorium.

"However," said Dumbledore in a voice so slow and clear that everyone present could hear his every word, "I will only be counted if everyone here betrays me." After leaving this school, you will also find that at Hogwarts, those who need my help can always get my help, and what I said before still counts."

"Now is the time, it should start."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine soon, I promise."

The tip of the elder wand sprayed out a stream of translucent magic with a few sparks. This powerful magic enveloped the entire auditorium in an instant. People didn't know what happened, but seeing this situation, because Dumbledore wanted to The uneasiness of leaving seemed to calm down a little.

"By the way, Lucius." Dumbledore put down his wand, and then looked at Lucius Malfoy calmly.

"I have to tell you some unfortunate news. Just now, the ghosts who were patrolling desperately told me that they saw such a sentence on the wall."

'His bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever, and Hogwarts will be completely new. '

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore shook his head, then walked towards the door of the hall.

"Someone disappeared and was taken to the secret room."

"Tell me! Tell me Dumbledore! Who is it? Is it Draco? Tell me! Tell me Dumbledore!"

Suddenly panicked, Lucius Malfoy hurriedly chased Dumbledore away, and now the blood on his face completely disappeared, and the pride that filled his heart was completely replaced by endless regret.

"It seems that the good show has begun."

"Huh~"

Ron touched his wand lightly and snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)