Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 84 The End
"We must get ahead of him and get the Philosopher's Stone first!"

"You are crazy!"

"You'll be fired!"

"So what?"

"..."

A slightly childish voice came from the mirror.

Inside the castle auditorium, the young wizards had quieted down, staring intently at the mirror, with floating light and shadows reflected in their eyes. The entire auditorium was so quiet that it seemed as if only the sound of the film could be heard. Some people wanted to go to the bathroom, their faces flushed from holding it in, but no one wanted to leave.

"What's that at its feet?"

"It looks like a harp. We must speed up!"

"..."

As the story draws to a close, the film quietly picks up the pace. The devil's snare at the bottom of the tunnel, the key that sprouts wings and flees everywhere, the chess pieces and endgames transformed by transfiguration, and the endless levels make thousands of wizards across England follow the three freshmen on their adventure. Their actions stir their emotions, making them anxious, eager, and nervous...

"The Devil's Snare uses fire! Oh, why did I just think of that now?"

"The Flying Spell! Why is no one using the Flying Spell?"

"What? No Summoning Charm for first graders! If the school doesn't teach it, then neither will the family? Granger is a Muggle-born, but there's also Harry... and Weasley? What are Arthur and Molly doing?"

"Wizard chess? This gives me a headache. Why did Professor McGonagall make it so complicated?"

"Guarding the Philosopher's Stone didn't work. It even stopped a few kids. I don't know if they can catch up."

In the remote tavern of Ottery St. Catchpole in Devonshire, there was a lot of noise. The wizards were chattering and giving advice, even cursing. Seeing that they were blocked in their actions, they wanted to go in and show them the way themselves.

Faced with the carefully designed endgame, the red-haired little wizard scowled: "Yes... This is the only way. I must be eaten."

"Oh no!"

"This is chess! Sacrifices always have to be made!"

One of the red-haired witches looked at her son on the screen, still in disbelief, her eyes wide open, holding her breath, her heart almost jumping out of her chest with excitement.

The little red-haired girl next to her was even more excited, staring at the mirror with shining eyes, but her eyes were not on her brother, but only on Harry next to her.

Every level is difficult but can be passed, and the audience's heart is moved every time a level is passed. The story in the mirror is like an invisible hand, stirring the emotions of thousands of wizards. They feel depressed when encountering difficult problems and excited after passing the levels.

Feeling down again and again, feeling excited again and again.

Intense emotional changes constantly impact the viewers' brains. This new form of entertainment shakes their souls and makes them unable to stop.

Harry in the film also reached the last room, the screen showing his weak and lonely back. Stumbling along the way, his companions also left one by one. Ron was left at the chessboard level, Hermione stopped in front of the flame, and Harry was left alone again.

Just when the atmosphere was getting low, the tone of the film suddenly changed, showing Quirrell constantly being defeated in the Chamber of Secrets, while Harry followed behind and effortlessly avoided all the traps.

The story became cheerful again.

In the closed and eerie dark room, the vision is extremely dim. The first-grade little wizard quietly follows an adult black wizard, wanting to protect the precious Philosopher's Stone. He is lonely, helpless, weak and pitiful... It should have been a heavy and depressing storyline, but the scene shown in the mirror made the audience laugh.

A statue suddenly appeared, grabbing his neck, a rope swimming in the water wrapped around his neck, Quirrell struggling to hold on, Harry eager to try. The absurd bridge section, which happened to be an evil dark wizard, suddenly added a bit of comedy.

This is another way of playing with emotions.

"..."

The atmosphere in pubs and cinemas across the country was a little more relaxed.

The audience's hearts, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settled down, and the story seemed less heavy.

"It's just children playing house."

A wizard suddenly whispered, "I thought it would be a fierce battle, but it turned out to be a joke. I knew it, the checkpoints ahead didn't look like they had any effective defenses."

"That's not the case. They're just first-year students. It's already quite good that they can achieve this. We can't judge them by the Auror's standards..."

The persuasive voices beside them suddenly stopped, and they found that the cheerful music from the shadow mirror had disappeared, and Quirrell had walked to the end of the room.

"When I came here I was still wondering if I would have a chance to meet you before leaving school, Potter!"

A sinister voice suddenly appeared. Quirrell turned around with a chilling sneer on his face. The marks left by the trap before made his face even more sinister and weird.

With a wave of the wand, Harry was unable to fight back and was immediately tied to the Mirror of Erised.

Faced with a powerful dark wizard, Harry tried to hide the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, but was soon exposed. Facing the rushing Quirrell, he gritted his teeth, broke free from the ropes, and punched hard.

Quirrell's condition was very strange, his wailing was shrill and terrifying, and the tender fists falling on him felt like red-hot irons. Harry's condition was also not right, and he seemed to be in great pain.

The pictures and music exude a tragic beauty.

After a struggle, Harry lost consciousness, and Quirrell's body dissipated and turned into ashes.

"..."

The audience's emotions experienced ups and downs again. The wizard who had just been talking about family affairs stopped talking and stared at the mirror with wide eyes.

Malcolm and Taklot frowned tightly together, looked at each other, and conveyed information with their eyes in the dim light. They could understand each other's meaning.

The confrontation and battle between Quirrell and Harry came to an end, and many previous doubts were answered, including the broom that lost control in the Quidditch match, the mysterious wizard who attacked the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, and the strange looks in the classroom.

But what followed was even greater doubt.

How can a freshman hold down an adult dark wizard?

They didn't think that the story in the video was fabricated to fool them. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Harry and Quirrell were in very abnormal conditions. They were obviously affected by some kind of magic?
What exactly is this magic?

The mirror image shows Harry's perspective. He fell into a coma during the battle. When he opened his eyes again, he was in the school infirmary. Dumbledore was standing beside the bed with a smile on his face.

The secret to defeating the dark wizard is also revealed.

"The amulet is a protective magic left by ancient wizards. The specific method of casting has been lost, and only a few wizards know it. Your mother is one of them. She paid the price of her own life to leave you an amulet that can help you avoid harm from evil before you reach adulthood at the age of 17..."

A corner of the secret of that night eleven years ago was revealed.

In the Hogwarts Great Hall and in dozens of wizarding pubs across England, emotions were stirred in all the viewers.

"Woooo..."

Many mothers with children were crying, the witches lowered their heads and wiped their tears, the wizards couldn't help but have tears in their eyes, and the red-haired witch felt even more sorry for the child, sobbing and crying while hugging her tearful daughter.

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, faint sobs were heard between the long tables of the college. A burly half-blood giant quietly wiped his eyes. Peeves watched from the side, not daring to offend such a gamekeeper.

People may not share the same joys and sorrows, but the purest family love can touch everyone.

The mother's sacrifice in the story reminded many of their own selfless mothers. Above the Ravenclaw table, a semi-transparent, illusory figure stared directly into the mirror, watching the protagonist and her mother in the story. Helena Ravenclaw thought of her own mother, whom she remembered as wise, composed, and omnipotent, always able to find the answer to any problem.

I don’t know when it started, but the figure began to age, his body became hunched, and his face became haggard.

He returned to school as a ghost, only to hear the news that she had fallen seriously ill and died.

"..."

The light and cheerful melody of "Jingle Bells" sounded again, and the story truly came to an end.

In the picture, the students who stayed on campus were running and playing on the playground, throwing snowballs that flew everywhere. The angle of view was pulled away again, revealing the full view of Hogwarts Castle in winter, with snow-covered forests and hills behind it.

A line of explanation appeared on the mirror: "This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental."

"At first they said it was based on true events, and now they say it's fiction?"

Just when all the wizards thought the story ended here, the scene suddenly changed, showing a scene deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Firenze, with his platinum hair, walked along the snow-covered path, his silver-maned horse's hooves swift and agile. He looked into the mirror, as if he were looking at the viewer outside the picture, his eyes like two sapphires:
"Unicorn blood can prolong life, but killing a unicorn is extremely cruel, and the murderer must pay a heavy price for it. Only desperate and mad dark wizards would think of using it to prolong life and then try to plot the Philosopher's Stone.

"Can't you imagine? Someone has been waiting silently for so many years, longing for a comeback? Someone is clinging to life tightly, waiting for the opportunity?"

"..."

These words were like a huge rock thrown into the Black Lake, causing waves to stir up the calm minds of the viewers again. Some wizards had already figured out the answer, but they did not dare to say the name. They could only stare with wide eyes and expressions of horror.

In the high-end tavern in Dingworth, there was silence. Many restless editors and reporters turned their eyes to the front row, where sat a wizard wearing an old-fashioned pinstripe suit - Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge's fat face turned purple and liver-red, as if someone had sucked out the air around him, suffocating him. After several minutes, he finally recovered and forced a stiff smile:
"This is just Deng...Levent's little trick. Didn't you notice that I've already hinted at it? This is just a fictional story."

"That's right!" A shrill female voice immediately responded from the side.

"Yeah, yeah, how could it be that person..."

The theater gradually became lively. Some people agreed with the minister, some showed sarcasm, and some fell into deep thought. Wizards from different standpoints had different reactions.

A few wizards were terrified, always preparing for the worst.

Lucius Malfoy was one of them. The core Death Eaters knew that Voldemort had been studying ways to deal with death a long time ago, and had witnessed him display evil and powerful magic countless times.

On the other hand, as Dumbledore's opponent, he understood the old headmaster and knew that he would not do anything meaningless.

Lucius sat quietly in the chair, motionless.

Looking at his own situation, he suddenly realized that Malfoy seemed to be on the edge of a cliff again, just like eleven years ago, but this time he couldn't see clearly which side was the bottomless abyss.

Most ordinary wizards believed that this was just a fictional story. They had lived in peace for ten years and were willing to believe that this life would continue.

After watching the movie, my emotions were up and down, and my head was a little dizzy, but I still felt unsatisfied.

Some energetic young wizards have already started asking about the showtime and ticket prices for the second show. Customers who were originally just drinking in the tavern have also joined the ticket-grabbing ranks after seeing the feedback from this group of moviegoers.

"Old Tom, another ticket!"

"Kingsley, come here quickly, I grabbed one for you too."

"This movie is really great, even better than a Muggle movie."

"Call Moody? No!"

There hasn't been such a new thing in the magical world for many years. When people come across something interesting, they want to bring their colleagues and friends along.

Some people are even prepared to reveal the plot to those who haven't seen it in the middle. I don't have any other thoughts, I just think it's very interesting.

"Let me tell you, Quirrell is the dark wizard."

"Yes, yes, he was the one who cast the spell in the game."

"Under the trapdoor is the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel's."

Some people talk non-stop and seem particularly cheerful, but the listeners frown and feel unhappy. It is obviously a wonderful and interesting plot, but after knowing it in advance, it seems to lose a lot of fun.

Especially the part where we entered the secret room at the end. I was originally nervous and felt heavy-hearted, but the person next to me revealed the entire plot that would follow.

"Don't worry, there's nothing dangerous in there. Quirrell has always had bad luck."

"Harry has an amulet on him, left by his mother. It's so touching!"

The wizard who watched the second show silently made up his mind that he must grab the premiere ticket next time and let others taste the taste of spoilers next time.

……

On the other side, the Hogwarts screening also ended. The students were silent for a few seconds, and then burst into thunderous applause. Everyone began a heated discussion, and the auditorium suddenly became lively.

After being baptized by Ron's story, they had a preliminary understanding of the story of the Philosopher's Stone, but they did not expect that the mirror would present the scene at that time in a vivid way. The Muggle-born students who had seen the movie were fine, but those little wizards who had never been exposed to TV movies were so excited that their faces turned red and they discussed the images just now with great enthusiasm.

The Gryffindor table was surrounded by students. Harry tried not to be so proud, but he couldn't control his smile. Hermione buried her head on the table, while Lavender and Parvati beside her chattered and asked what was going on.

"This is our brother!"

"The Weasley children!"

George and Fred were even more excited. They held Ron in the middle, one on each side, and paraded him down the aisle.

Ron's feet were off the ground, like a lamb being caught and slaughtered, but he didn't care at all. His face flushed as he enjoyed the cheers and praises.

On the side of the main guest seats, the professors looked quietly at the bustling auditorium and couldn't help but smile.

"call……"

Dumbledore's blue eyes were particularly deep. He turned to look at the creator of this film. Melvin sat quietly in the chair with a faint smile on his face. There was a silver light flickering in his eyes, as if it was a reflection in a mirror.

The old principal knew that it was a sign of surging magic power.

Dumbledore did not interrupt Melvin, but cleared his throat and said to the entire school: "I believe everyone is aware of their contributions to Hogwarts. In order to commend their bravery and wisdom, I have some points to distribute."

The Great Hall fell silent in an instant, and the Gryffindors looked at the Headmaster expectantly.

"First, Mr. Ron Weasley, who played the most exciting game of chess Hogwarts has seen in decades, earning Gryffindor House fifty points."

"Second, Hermione Granger, for her calmness in the face of fire and poison... fifty points."

"Third, Harry Potter, for displaying extraordinary courage... 60 points."

"Great!!"

The first night of the Easter holidays in 1992 ended with thunderous cheers from Gryffindor.

(End of this chapter)