trainer at hogwarts

Principal's office.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, processing some tedious and boring documents as usual. He tried to push these documents to Professor McGonagall many times but was pushed back ruthlessly.

"Why do you feel uneasy?"

After work, while drinking a cup of coffee, Dumbledore frowned and thought: "Did I forget something...?"

Alas, as I get older, my memory is not very good, and I often miss some small things that are not very important.

I found my schedule and looked at it carefully. Well...all the important things have been taken care of. Why do I always feel panicked?

"Oh! My God!" a portrait suddenly shouted, "Albus, go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom quickly, there's a fire there!"

Dumbledore was startled, then smiled and said: "Fire? Then please go call the house elves."

"No, it's not an ordinary fire, it's that little guy, the little guy named Morris, who set the fire with a lamp next to him! The portrait nearby just now told me that there seemed to be someone fighting there!"

"I also heard the news, but I didn't take it seriously. The magical animals around that little guy are only slightly worse than mine. Who can be his opponent?"

"It's Quirrell, and it's Quirrell who's fighting him! God, I can't bear to look at him, his eyebrows and hair are all burned off!" shouted a portrait who had just returned from watching the excitement.

"..."

Dumbledore realized the seriousness of the matter. He remembered that Maurice had told him that Quirrell was Voldemort's host, but he was not completely sure at that time.

Did Morris just start a fight with someone? It shouldn't be, he knew it a long time ago, and he wouldn't wait until now to start fighting.

"I'll go."

With these words, Dumbledore stood up and left the principal's office.

……

The flames were burning more and more fiercely, and there was no one nearby. Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit and Gardevoir would not consider whether the fire was too big, they were just afraid that the fire was not big enough.

It took a lot of effort to guard it in turn, but there was no greater joy than watching Voldemort's soul twist in the flames.

Gardevoir felt the evil of this soul, and slaying evil is what a guardian knight should do; Crystal Lantern Spirit felt that eating this soul would be a great supplement, and he was so greedy that his saliva was about to come out; Morris He just wished that Voldemort would be cooled off soon, and then he could live a comfortable and stable campus life.

One person and two elves have different ideas, but they have the same goal.

Quirrell, who suddenly broke in midway, did not help Voldemort. His attack was perfectly blocked by the crystal lantern, which only caused them a little trouble - one more attack to defend against.

The battle here has been raging for nearly an hour. Both sides are very tired, but neither can retreat.

In order to ensure the absolute safety of Maurice, Gardevoir and the Crystal Lantern did not dare to leave even half a step, and they had to take turns guarding the sea of ​​​​fire blocking the outside. Voldemort wanted to leave, but he had to break out of the sea of ​​flames filled with lamp oil, which was a bit difficult for him. The flames were constantly flowing, giving him no chance to leave at all. Quirrell was awakened in the middle of the night and found that someone was missing from the back of his head. He hurried out, but his face was covered in flames, and he was forced to be swept into the sea of ​​​​fire, unable to get out.

Originally, this fighting situation was supposed to last until Dumbledore came over. Both sides had scruples and couldn't leave, so they could only waste each other there, but...

The Crystal Lantern Fire Spirit felt that the sky had cleared up and the rain had stopped, and he was able to do it again!

He took out the substitute who had been hiding in Quirrell's shadow and started making crazy faces at Voldemort and Quirrell.

"Are you too bored?"

Under the detection of the waveguide, Morris soon discovered the small movements of the crystal lantern.

People say that one learns from each experience, but with this broken lamp in my house, it didn't take long, even 12 hours, before I felt like I was doing well again.

Unexpectedly, Soraya had already gone back to receive education, but his virus still remained.

Crystal Lantern's cheerful voice came from her heart: "Master, look, his expression is so cute when he wants to hit us but he just can't."

Morris: "...?"

Sorry, no matter what, these two people cannot be associated with the word cute. Please don't insult cute!

Gardevoir said coldly from the side: "Crystal Lantern Fire Spirit, stop playing around, increase the firepower and try to burn it all at once."

"Roger that!"

Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit hesitated for a moment, and then used his ultimate move, Purgatory.

Additional effect: Burn.

Coupled with the lamp oil of the crystal lantern, if the burn effect is successfully triggered, then dealing with Voldemort on the opposite side will be like experiencing a survival mission that is almost as difficult as hell.

I have to say, that's great.

Morris had nothing to do in the whole battle. His role was more like a humanoid waveguide detector, reporting the location of the Crystal Lantern and Gardevoir. After probing around, Morris started to think about it. If he conquered Lucario, would he be able to sleep in the bed now...

……

"Fuck, where are the people?"

"Huh? Why does it seem empty?"

A ball of thought force hit the window hard, and with a click, the window shattered.

"Master, they want to escape." Gardevoir looked serious and tried to use future prediction to solve Voldemort and Quirrell.

"How did they do it?" Morris was shocked.

"Our flames kept driving them towards the center, so that the two of them were together, and then enlarged their moves. But when Voldemort approached Quirrell, he jumped directly onto Quirrell despite the risk of being burned, and then he controlled I grabbed Quirrell's body and used him as a tool, running towards the window as if risking his life. I reserved a ball of predictions about the future there, and that's it..."

"Also, Crystal Lamp Spirit, what do you mean today?" Gardevoir looked at the Crystal Lamp Spirit with a look of doubt on his face, "Did you become a mess?"

"No, sister, how can you doubt me?" The Crystal Lantern Spirit quickly denied, and then controlled the substitute to fly to Quirrell, who was struggling to walk, "Look at me singing to them!"

Morris's face changed: "Are you kidding? Shut up!"

"No, I want to show that I am my true self!"

Gardevoir frowned slightly: "Master, Song of Death is a good idea..."

"It's already started~"

Morris quickly blocked his ears, and Gardevoir also used telekinesis to seal himself in.

……

When Dumbledore arrived, he and the portrait leading the way heard a strange song.

The song is very ugly, but it seems to contain huge magic power, as if it can rob lives.

Dumbledore was wondering what Morris was up to. Obviously, neither Voldemort nor Quirrell seemed to be able to sing. I had no choice but to put on several layers of defense for myself, and then I was surprised to find...it was useless!

"Albus, I think I have to leave first. This song reminds me of death..." The portrait said and ran away quickly.

Dumbledore: "..."

He also wanted to run, but now he was more concerned about Morris. This is what a principal should do.

Plugging his ears, the song's effect was less pronounced, and Dumbledore moved on.

The door was in tatters, and blue flames kept jumping out of it.