My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 295, Section 292: You think you've got me cornered?

"After you broke into the principal's office that time, you didn't find what you were looking for, but later you probably found out from somewhere where it was."

Then, by working with the Roll family, you can try to kick Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, and finally destroy the castle at will, completing the mission given to you by the American Magical Congress, while also finding the right opportunity to kill me.

"And killing Professor Snape today is the first step in your plan. Seize the opportunity when the professors are patrolling the castle alone at night, eliminate these troublesome individuals one by one, and then perfectly destroy Hogwarts Castle."

"However, your attack plan today unexpectedly failed. Although Snape was seriously injured, he did not die. So now you're planning to go to the place where the basilisk is hidden to question your goblin companion about why Snape didn't die. Am I right?"

Fontana has lived for nearly a hundred years, including her ghosthood after death, but she has never seen such a person before.

No, not at all.

The last person who allowed her to be seen completely naked from head to toe, inside and out, was the great-uncle of the person in front of her!

"How do you know my companion is a fairy!"

Her voice could no longer maintain its previous utterly indifferent indifference; it became sharp and shrill.

"It's easy to guess, isn't it?" Lynn shrugged. By revealing the secret of this American Auror, he had completely captured the other party's attention. "Hogwarts Castle has extremely powerful anti-apparition magic. Even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore cannot apparite under such magic, but non-wizard creatures can."

But how many non-wizard creatures in the magical world can apparite?

House-elves, fairies, and phoenixes.

Currently, only these three are known. There are many house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, but after the Basilisk was rescued by Apparition on the night you sent it to attack me, Professor Dumbledore had someone check the number of house-elves that night. No house-elves were missing, and no unfamiliar house-elves appeared.

Phoenixes are creatures that are virtually impossible to tame. Professor Dumbledore had one because his family was naturally favored by phoenixes, and there is no other such exception. Therefore, the most likely candidate is a goblin.

Coincidentally, I learned through some means that the place where you hid the basilisk was a treasure trove built during the fairy rebellion. Normally, wizards wouldn't be able to find it unless you had a knowledgeable fairy to guide you.

So it's actually quite easy to deduce that the person who came to Hogwarts with you, rescued the basilisk, and attacked Snape's companions with it today, is actually a goblin!

Lynn's thinking was meticulous and his logic was impeccable; he deduced the answer entirely from the few clues revealed by Fontana.

Fontana had seen natural prophets before. There were so many wizards in the Magic Council, and more than just one or two prophets, but even when they made prophecies, they would just look at tea leaves or hold up a crystal ball and say some vague things. Just deciphering them would be a real headache.

Lynn made no predictions; he saw through his own identity and plans, deducing them all from known clues.

It sounds very simple, straightforward from beginning to end, but let alone whether a normal person can discover these details, even if they do, who can connect these details to find the final answer?

Fontana knew that this could not continue. Lynn had completely taken the initiative through the conversation, and now only one of the professors at Hogwarts had lost his fighting ability. The others, such as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, were powerful wizards no less than Snape.

She has to take action now.

"Are you stalling for time, waiting for Dumbledore to come to your rescue?" Fontana drew his wand from the sleeve of his robe. "If that's the case, then there's no need for this at all, because he's unlikely to return, at least not tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, an unpleasant hissing sound came from her throat.

As she shouted, the ground suddenly trembled slightly!

The trembling grew stronger and stronger until the lawn beneath Lynn and the others' feet cracked open like a spider web!

"Boom!"

A deafening sound rang out, and the entire Hogwarts Castle seemed to tremble. The young wizards, who had been sleeping, were awakened by the inexplicable noise, and the younger children screamed in fear!

A fissure, like half an abyss, opened up in the lawn in front of the castle, and a colossal beast, as large as Hogwarts Castle itself, roared as it raised its body from the ground.

The moonlight shone on the giant beast, reflecting a cold, silvery-white light.

Fontana stood atop the monster's head, looking down at Lynn, who was the size of a doll. The night wind carried her voice underground.

"I didn't anticipate many things, and I underestimated your abilities and your character. But do you really think you've figured out all the truth and that you can take me by surprise?"

Corvún Island.

This is a small island located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, which is a Portuguese territory.

This place was originally a volcano, and it is the smallest of the nine islands in the western Azores, with an area of ​​only 17.1 square kilometers.

The only settlement on the island is the new town of Corvú, where the doors of the houses are secured with wooden locks made by local carpenters. This tradition, preserved to this day, symbolizes the tranquility of life on the island and the close-knit community among its inhabitants.

This island, which is unable to be self-sufficient year-round and whose tourism and service industries are not very developed, and which requires government subsidies every year, is the permanent residence of the only international organization in the entire magical world—the International Wizarding Union Council.

It was already past midnight at Hogwarts, but it was only just past midnight on the island.

The International Federation of Wizards sounds prestigious, but it's actually just a figurehead organization similar to the United States.

The decrees issued by the council can only be implemented when the most powerful magical governments in the magical world agree with the decisions made by the council. When these magical governments disagree, the council becomes a place for politicians to argue and insult each other.

Today, the people from the Magical Congress of the United States and the Ministries of Magic in the Middle East have been arguing all day about the issue of Middle Eastern wizards bringing extremely dangerous magical creatures into and out of the United States at will.

As the chairman of the council, Dumbledore was used to this. When they started arguing around 8 p.m., everyone would get hungry and automatically stop to go home for dinner.

He finished his work for the day and is now lying in his room, dozing off with his eyes closed.

The next chapter will be a little late. If you can't stay up late, don't wait; read it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)