Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 671

Chapter 671 The Dementor in the Principal's Office

 “This is really unexpected.”

 After the last class in the morning, everyone was discussing the content of the class enthusiastically in the corridor.

“This is the first time I know that a simple human body transformation spell actually has so many things to pay attention to.”

"Yeah, that assistant Tonks is really good. I dare say I can change my appearance before get out of class ends."

 “Stop bragging, you just made your head bigger...”

Everyone walked towards the auditorium talking and laughing. It was obvious that they were all very interested in the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

 It's a pity that there are only two such classes a week, and they have to continue to face Umbridge at other times.

In the auditorium, some people had been waiting early. As soon as they saw them, they couldn't wait to ask: "How is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He won't let us study."

“No, of course not.” The sixth-grade students excitedly recounted their experiences in class, attracting more and more people around them.

"Change your appearance..." Ron said thoughtfully: "Harry, if we learn this trick, can we deal with Malfoy well? As long as we become Crabbe and Goyle's appearance…”

Harry's eyes immediately lit up.

 Being able to beat Malfoy without revealing his identity was what he had always wanted.

"Don't think about it." Hermione glanced at the two of them from the side and said calmly: "This special course should only be for students in sixth grade and above. We will have to wait until next year to learn... If Assistant Tonks is still there by then At Hogwarts."

"Why." Ron was a little unconvinced, "Don't people below the sixth grade need to hide themselves? Or can we always stay in school."

"Did you not listen to what they just said?" Hermione turned her head impatiently and said, "Then let me remind you that the prerequisite for changing one's appearance is to learn human body deformation. This is high-end deformation magic. Fifth graders The following will not be learned at all.”

"But we are in fifth grade," Harry said, "and we happen to be learning human transfiguration."

 He ​​took out his homework, dug out the section on transfiguration and said, "Look, our homework even explains the development and changes of human body deformation in each period."

"Of course I know that," Hermione said, "but have you learned it?"

 When she asked him this question, Harry immediately fell silent.

Has he learned it?

 The answer to this question is of course no.

His current level would at most prevent him from being reprimanded by Professor McGonagall. As for Ron...his level is even worse than his own. In the last Transfiguration class, he was deducted two points for failing to complete Professor McGonagall's requirements.

"You see, this is the key." Hermione said, "Changing your appearance and bones is much more complicated than turning your arms into branches. Even if she is willing to teach you, can you learn it?"

 Ron opened his mouth, but found that he could not refute it at all. In the end, he could only mutter in a low voice: "Really, it is obviously Defense Against the Dark Arts, why is it related to Transfiguration again?"

No one answered him. Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard anything: "So, before we finish learning human transformation, this kind of course will only appear in sixth and seventh grade."

"What about us..." Harry asked anxiously, "Wouldn't Umbridge still teach us? I've really had enough."

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "There may be other contents."

She glanced down at her new class schedule, "We have to wait until Wednesday for Assistant Tonks's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so we should know by then."

 After finishing lunch, several people walked out of the auditorium.

 At the same time, Kyle was also called to the principal's office.

He looked at the Dementor wearing a tattered black cloak floating in the office, and asked doubtfully: "Professor, have you decided to change your pet? If so, then leave Fox to me to take care of it."

“Except for Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic does not allow Dementors to appear anywhere else, let alone keep them privately.

Dumbledore said calmly: "Besides, taking care of Fawkes is not a complicated matter. I can do it myself."

 “Then this is...” Kyle asked, pointing at the dementor.

"Do you remember what I told you a few days ago?" Dumbledore said, "We need to know whether the dementors have surrendered to Voldemort."

"Ah, that's right." Kyle also remembered, "But didn't Fudge say that the dementors were unwilling to leave Azkaban? He also came to Hogwarts alone that afternoon.

 “Have the dementors changed their minds?”

"It may be that others have changed their minds." Dumbledore stood up and came to the Dementor. "It just so happens that I just expressed to Fudge that I was going to Azkaban in person. Magic The ministry brought it.”

"That's quite a coincidence." Kyle said. He looked around the office and found that there was no one else here except himself and Dumbledore.

 “It came by itself?”

"Of course not." Dumbledore said and shook his head. "The beater responsible for bringing it had a bad stomach and has already gone to the campus hospital. Madam Pomfrey should cure them in two hours.

“I'm going to visit them in the school hospital now, so I'll leave this to you, no problem.”

 “No problem, Professor.” Kyle nodded.

 “That's good,” said Dumbledore.

 He then left, leaving Kyle and the Dementor alone in the office.

The fire in the fireplace was very bright, but Kyle couldn't help but wrap himself in a thick robe. It had to be said that with the dementors around, no matter how many ways he tried to keep warm, it would be useless.

Even if this kind of creature does nothing and just floats there, it can absorb all the surrounding temperature, especially in such a small space.

Summer is fine, but winter is a bit of a disaster.

 Fortunately at this time, Fox flew onto Kyle's shoulder, and the biting cold finally disappeared.

 The dementor suddenly stepped back, as if he was afraid of the approach of the phoenix.

Well, the phoenix has another role in driving away dementors, and Kyle is becoming more and more envious of Dumbledore.

He raised his head and tried to identify the dementor in front of him, trying to see if it was one of the ones he had come into contact with before.

 But the dementors all looked the same, at least in Kyle's opinion. He looked at them for a long time and didn't find anything particularly familiar.

Kyle subconsciously took a step forward, and the Dementor stepped back a little, sticking tightly to the wall.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a few questions." Kyle held Fox in his hand, took out the pod given by Professor Sprout from his pocket and fed it to him, while asking: "Do you remember the prisoner that day?" Prison break thing?"

 The dementor didn't speak, and Kyle didn't urge him. He just waited patiently.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the dementor made a dull "click" sound, like the sound of an old radio with poor contact.

 “Which time…”

 “The time ten people escaped from prison,” Kyle said.

"Remember…"

“Very good.” Kyle nodded, “Can you tell me what happened that day?”

  The dementor glanced down at Fox in Kyle's arms.

“Don't worry, just say what you want, it won't do anything to you.”

The dementor still wanted to move back, but there was already a wall behind it. After several attempts, it had no choice but to give up and just float there.

“That day…many people came…it was they…opened…the prison door…”

"Didn't you stop him?" Kyle asked, "It's the Dementors' responsibility to look after the prisoners."

 “Can't stop…”

 “Why, you can't beat it?”

 “Cannot be stopped…” the Dementor repeated: “We are not allowed…to be…stopped…”

"Who stopped it?" Kyle asked: "The people who opened the cell door, or other dementors." The dementors didn't speak, but Kyle had already guessed the answer, so he changed his explanation,

“Can you tell me? How many dementors left Azkaban after that time.

Oh, don't worry, what you say here will not reach the Ministry of Magic, I swear on Dumbledore's name. "

This time, the Dementor was silent for more than ten minutes before replying in a hoarse voice: "Three groups..."

“Three groups of dementors?” Kyle frowned, “How many are that?”

 “That's sixty.” A voice came from the wall.

It was a witch with a bun. When Kyle came in just now, she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, but now she appeared in the frame closest to them.

The witch explained: "When Azkaban was first established, there were five areas in total, which held different levels of criminals. Each area was guarded by twenty dementors, and another twenty would be replaced after three days. In order to facilitate the statistics and management of the Ministry of Magic, this number has been fixed."

 “So that's it.” Kyle suddenly realized.

 Sixty dementors chose to follow Voldemort...because he didn't know how many dementors there were in total, and Kyle wasn't sure whether the number was large or small.

 The only thing that is certain is that there is a real rebellion of dementors.

 No wonder the Death Eaters escaped from prison this time. The Ministry of Magic only said that they would let Strikers and Aurors hunt them down, and did not mention Dementors at all. This is not their style.

After all, in order to hunt down a Sirius two years ago, almost a hundred Dementors were transferred to Hogwarts successively, and all the searches were carried out by the Dementors, and the accompanying strikers were only to an auxiliary role.

Obviously the Ministry of Magic has long known about the dementor's rebellion, but they just never told Dumbledore.

 “Boy!”

While Kyle was thinking, a voice came from the portrait again,

Sirius's grandfather, Phineas Black, was lying on the border, looking at him with interest, "Can you talk to dementors?"

Although he asked this question, his tone was unusually sure, "This is an incredible ability. Even if you are imprisoned in Azkaban in the future, you can still escape with this ability... and even directly control the wizard." prison."

“It seems like you are much more dangerous than the one named Voldemort.”

"Phineas!" The witch who spoke before glanced at him, "You should believe Albus, he is the headmaster now."

"Tsk, believe Dumbledore." Phineas curled his lips, "His students are much more dangerous than when I was the principal. Hogwarts is almost becoming the cradle of the Dark Lord."

"Phineas, if you say that again..." the witch rolled up her sleeves, "I don't mind letting you suffer a little."

"What do you want to do?" Phineas immediately shut up, "I'm doing this for the good of Hogwarts. I'm warning you not to mess around. It hurts when I hit someone!"

"Principal Black." Kyle interrupted them, "Can you please keep this matter secret for me?"

"Huh?" Phineas rubbed his ears as if he hadn't heard anything. He avoided the witch's fist and ran away gradually.

Kyle sighed, came to the wall, and found the portrait with Phineas' name written on it.

“Fox, I have ten pots of mandrake, can you help me burn this ugly portrait?”

Fox immediately raised his head and smacked his mouth.

"I know this is the principal's office, but isn't Professor Dumbledore not here at the moment? Can't you just say that it's the dementors who want to attack me?"

 “In this case, I will provide twenty pots of mandrake, plus...”

 “Boy, what do you want to do?”

At this time, Phineas, who had run away, came back at some point and stared at Kyle in disbelief, "This is the principal's office."

"I know, but I can't help it. Who made you discover my biggest secret?" Kyle shook his head, "I'm sorry, Professor Black."

"No, no, no, we have something to discuss." Phineas waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. After all, I have also been a principal, and it is my duty to protect the students' secrets."

 “Hmm…it's still not safe.” Kyle shook his head after thinking for a moment.

 Fox also extended his paws cooperatively and clasped them on the portrait.

"No, please don't, you believe me..." Phineas was really panicked, "My great-grandson has a good relationship with you, even if you don't believe me, I still have to believe him.

"And don't just look at it, come here to help." He turned around and shouted at the portrait next to him: "My portrait has been destroyed, and yours will definitely not be able to escape. Why are you standing there? Come quickly. Let's beg him together…”

 “Shut up, you idiot, the portrait and the castle are one!”

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the side and lay on the ground groaning.

Then, as if a switch was triggered, a group of people suddenly swarmed in from all directions, punching and kicking him as if they had rehearsed countless times in advance.

"Don't get me wrong, kid." The kicking wizard straightened his clothes and said seriously, "Our past principals are actually quite normal. Phineas is just an exception. His IQ does not represent everyone. "

“The most unpopular principal, I understand.” Kyle said with a smile.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "You can rest assured that we can't reveal anything that happened here. In fact, Fox's reaction is enough to explain everything. Phoenix will not get close to people with dark hearts."

 “It doesn't matter, of course I know.”

Kyle said, "But I have a question. Can the portraits here be destroyed so easily? I always thought that even using the Fire Curse wouldn't work."

“It's okay if we can destroy the whole castle,” the man said.

“So Phoenix can do it easily?”

“Phoenix doesn't work either, unless it is the current principal.”

 “Then why was Principal Black so worried just now?”

"Obviously, that idiot forgot...Okay, you go about your business, I'll go do some activities."

 After saying that, he also joined the battlefield and hit Phineas in the face with a kick.

 “Ugh...damn it, you haven't washed your feet in hundreds of years.”

 “Stop talking nonsense, have you ever seen a picture of someone washing feet?”

The principal's office instantly became lively, and Phineas's screams could be heard everywhere.

 “Oh, it's so lively.”

Kyle turned around and happened to see Dumbledore walking in from the outside.

 “What's wrong with them?”

 “Said I wanted to do some exercise,” Kyle said.

 “What about Phineas?”

 “Well... I guess he is the organizer of this event.”

"Then he is really generous." Dumbledore said, "How is it? Has there been any result?"

"At least sixty dementors have rebelled." Kyle said, "There may be more. What are you going to do, Professor."

"When such a dangerous creature is unchecked, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible." Dumbledore said expressionlessly. He waved and Fawkes immediately flew over.

"Thanks a lot."

"Just saying a few words, it's nothing." Kyle glanced at the dementor who had been shivering since Dumbledore came in, "Then Professor, how to deal with it..."

"Of course let the striker take it back to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said meaningfully: "They should not appear outside Azkaban."

 “Yes, I think so too.” Kyle muttered softly.

 (End of this chapter)

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