Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Amber Cadmus

After hearing this description, the four deans looked at each other, and such a name appeared in their minds.

The attack on Halloween night was no secret to the four deans.

And after the attack, the first time came. The normal Professor Flitwick witnessed the moment when the big thunder bird disappeared.

However, a mere amount of magic proves nothing.

The purpose of Hogwarts' existence is to allow more students to learn more magic.

"Everyone, order someone."

After a moment, Professor McGonagall sighed softly and said.

This is the only way now, and the safest way.

According to Quirrell, the student was seriously injured and fell into the water, and even if there was no serious injury, it was absolutely impossible to return in such a short time.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the corner of Quirrell's mouth hidden in the huge scarf couldn't help but evoke a smile.

But in the next second, Professor Flitwick broke his joy with his own hands.

"No, Minerva, you know, today is Hogsmeade Day."

Professor Flitwick's reminder surprised everyone.

Today is indeed Hogsmeade Day, and most of the senior students have gone to Hogsmeade.

Counting the number of people at this time is meaningless. If you want to rely on this method to determine the student, you will have to wait until tonight at the earliest.

"Promise him."

Just when Quirrell was anxious, a small voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

So, Quirrell hurriedly spoke and said to the four deans:

"No...it doesn't matter, he...he was seriously injured. Before this...tonight, he should...can't come back."

Quirrell's explanation made the four deans nod slowly. If this is the case, then it is not a bad idea to count the number of people and let the students return to school at night.

"Then let's go back and prepare first. When the students eat dinner tonight, we will conduct a unified investigation."

As Vice-Chancellor, Professor McGonagall made the decision, and the remaining Deans returned to their posts.

Only Snape glared at Quirrell with a warning look as he left the office.

Quirrell didn't look at Snape's warning gaze. After everyone walked out of the classroom, he shook strangely, and then Shi Shiran returned to his office.

In half a day, Cadmus will be kicked out of Hogwarts forever. (Ask for flowers to urge more evaluation tickets)

This is rare good news for him.

On the other side, Numengard.

Amber struggled to open the door of the tower, using all his strength to move himself inside the door.

Voldemort guessed right, that magical channeling spell was too much for him.

Even in order to deceive Voldemort's mysterious magic, Amber used not ordinary blood.

But a full seven percent.

At this time, Amber had only the last trace of clarity left in his mind.

When he felt that his body was firmly supported by those strong, old and dry hands, he finally let go of his guard and fainted.

After an unknown time, Amber woke up.

The first thing that catches the eye is the complicated and gorgeous chandelier.

Grindelwald was still sitting on his plaid sofa, holding a book with a pitch-black cover in his hand, looking at it slowly.

"Um... teacher, how long have I slept?"

Simply sitting up, Amber suddenly felt the pain in his mind like being poured over by boiling water.

But the strength of the whole body is very abundant. It is obvious that the blood that he has lost, I don't know how to make Grindelwald replenish it.

"Four hours, how could you do this."

Hearing Amber talking about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, Grindelwald looked thoughtful and said:

"There's something odd about this. Even if Albus was hiding something, it wouldn't be so obvious."

"Indeed, I suspect that this is a trial prepared by the Headmaster for the savior. But the problem is not here, the problem now is how should I go back to Hogwarts."

Looking up at the setting sun outside the window, Amber knew his time was running out.

Voldemort was just crazy, not stupid, he couldn't have done anything after he escaped.

Amber had already guessed that Voldemort might be going back and forth, using the power of the school to throw all the dirty water on himself.

The problem now is that my body is obviously unable to move, how can I create the illusion that I am still in school.

After a little brainstorming, Amber gasped, feeling the pain of a needle stick in his brain.

"Your mana consumption is too great, coupled with the burden of extreme blood loss and port key transmission, it is not suitable to think about things now."

Amber's painful expression fell into Grindelwald's eyes, and he lightly reminded him, but he didn't mean to stop it.

What they have to do in the future is to break and reshape the entire magic world. What is the pain and exhaustion of the mere body?

"Okay, I need to make some arrangements."

Resisting the pain in his mind, Amber staggered to his feet and walked to the window.

He took out the parchment, quickly wrote something on it, then walked to the bedroom, and took out a small conch and an assembled pistol after a while.

"Ampox snail? You are prepared."

The peculiarly shaped conch in Amber's hand caught Grindelwald's attention.

After carefully thinking about the role of the conch, an interested smile appeared on Grindelwald's face.

"Boy, it's a little hard for you to fool Albus with this. How do you explain why you can't show up?"

"Teacher, you don't have to worry about it, I naturally have a solution."

Amber turned his head, the smile on his face extraordinarily confident.

In fact, he had already expected such a dilemma at the moment, but he did not expect it to come so quickly.

He has always believed that similar arrangements should only be used in the second and third grades.

Taking precautions saved Amber's life.

Standing in front of the window, tap the wand, and a ripple of water ripples in the air, across the invisible wave, spreading to distant places.

After only a few minutes of waiting, a white line flashed with electric light and flew from the edge of the distant sky.

It wasn't until he appeared in front of Amber that it revealed its true form.

It was a black hawk about three feet long, but above the hook, it was a rare white.

"Xiao Bai, give these things to Hermione. When you find someone, you know her, right?"

Scratching the hawk's chin, Amber's tone was extraordinarily affectionate.

This is his pet, the pet he hatched from an egg.

Compared with the owl, this falcon is more humane and faster.

He would have been taken to school by Amber long ago if it wasn't for the fact that magical creatures were banned by Hogwarts.

"Wow—"

After raising his head and chirping, Eagle Falcon nodded in a humane way, and glanced at the room casually.

The wings spread out, and once again a white line was drawn in the air, accompanied by a series of electric lights, and flew rapidly in the direction of Hogwarts.

Watching Xiaobai disappear into the sky, Amber just stretched out, turned around and sat down on the sofa, brewing coffee on his own.

Amber's leisurely movements clearly aroused Grindelwald's dissatisfaction.

Just like every teacher can't see students idling around, Grindelwald asked:

"What happened to that pistol you had before?"

"Oh, that's for Hermione."

The movement of Amber's hands remained unchanged. After answering a random sentence, he picked up the fragrant coffee, sat on the sofa leisurely, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Teacher, how long do I need to rest?"

"At least three days, my potion is not a panacea."

Grindelwald rolled his eyes. When he entered the door before, Amber's face was pale and his body was shriveled. If he hadn't prepared the potion in time, he would have died of blood loss.

Where can there be such a leisurely look now.

Unaccustomed to Amber's appearance, Grindelwald snorted coldly and said:

"You're in this mood, and this time you have torn your face with that Riddle. Are you planning not to return to Hogwarts this year?"

Amber replied with a smile:

"Teacher, you are wrong about this. As long as I can pass the current stage and lend Voldemort ten courage, he will not dare to do anything to me."

"Why do you say that?"

Looking at Amber with such an attitude, Grindelwald also put down the book in his hand with great interest.

He really wanted to know what progress his apprentice had made during this period of time to be able to make such a judgment.

And Amber also knew that at this time it was Grindelwald's test of himself, so although he was still lying on the single sofa, his tone was quite solemn:

"Look, teacher, although I don't want to get involved with our principal, he doesn't know about Voldemort."

"What he fears most now is exposing his whereabouts to Dumbledore. He doesn't know that the Headmaster has his whereabouts, and he doesn't know that he is Harry Potter's whetstone."

"So as long as I don't say it, he will definitely be quiet, as if nothing happened."

"Then what are your plans? Report like Albus?"

"No no no, teacher, you are wrong."

Unexpectedly, Amber shook his head slowly, with an unprecedented excitement in his eyes.

"Not only will I not report him to the school, but I will help him hide it for a while."

"I got a very interesting thing from him. If I don't find out the origin of these things, I will not let him have an accident."

With that said, Amber took out a quaint badge from his pocket.

The surface of the badge is mottled and dim, and it can be faintly seen that it is a entwined snake.

Rubbing the badge, feeling the rough texture on the badge's surface and the faint magic fluctuations, Amber showed a mysterious smile. *