Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

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 in the story sacrificed her life, which made many people think of their own selfless mothers.

Above the long table of Ravenclaw, a translucent illusory figure stared straight at the mirror. Looking at the protagonist and her mother in the story, Helena Ravenclaw thought of her own mother. In her memory, she was always wise, calm, and omnipotent. She could find the answer to any difficult 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.

Chapter 85 The Daily Prophet's Ambiguous Attitude

When I got back to the office, it was almost midnight.

Melvin did not feel tired, but rather happy both physically and mentally.

Feeling the abundant magic power in his body, he stretched his hands out naturally, and with a slight thought, brilliant silver light instantly illuminated the entire room. The light and shadows flowed slowly, and in the area shrouded in silver, it seemed as if he was in another space.

With sufficient magic infusion and delicate magic control, there is no need for spells and wands, and even no need to recite it silently in the heart. With just a thought, the illumination spell is cast naturally, almost to the point of being able to do whatever one wants.

The simple lighting spell took on a completely different style. The intensity and range of the light changed. Originally, it only illuminated the surroundings with a soft light, but now the dazzling light was almost impossible to look directly at.

He could clearly feel his control over the silver light, and could adjust its intensity and range at will.

This is just a simple lighting spell. Melvin is sure that other magics will have similar changes. It's just that the space here is narrow, the protective spell cannot be tested directly, and the attack magic cannot be released at will, so it is not convenient to test it for the time being.

"call……"

Melvin gathered all his magic power, closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

A wonderfully choreographed show was staged throughout England. Thousands of wizards were moved by his emotions, and these emotions were transformed into weak magic power through unknown transformations, gathering in his body. The magic power increased tonight was almost half of his own magic power.

If there was some will other than his own within this magic, Melvin would have been able to sense it, or at least discover some clues.

But nothing.

Carefully control the flow of magic power in the body, and all magic power is at your fingertips, and can be used with ease.

There was nothing unusual during the whole process. There were no strange whispers in my ears, and no strange knowledge popped up in my mind. My memories were still the same, no more, no less.

Melvin quietly felt the magic, which was still growing slowly and slightly.

It is foreseeable that as the number of moviegoers increases, the magic will continue to grow stronger during this Easter holiday.

The intensity may not be as high as tonight, but the accumulation is still considerable.

But according to the wizarding world's established system of strength, Melvin felt he had surpassed the senior Aurors and Striker, and would not be at a disadvantage against the Deans. With his unique magical powers, he could even gain a certain advantage.

As for the realm of legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, Melvin is not very sure for the time being because of the relatively small number of observation samples and data, but at the current progress, he believes that it will not be long, perhaps even before Voldemort is resurrected, before he can enter that realm.

"Thanks to the Horned Water Serpent..."

……

Wake up early in the morning and feel refreshed.

Melvin washed up while recalling his memories, making sure he hadn't dreamed last night, especially not about anything indescribable. His soul was still his own soul, and his consciousness was still his own consciousness.

"Ugh……"

Nicolas Flamel's words made him suspicious.