"I have to wonder if those... are all safe enough..."
Professor Flitwick's voice was still shrill. He stood on the ground, and under the cover of the two tall wizards, his voice could only be heard but not seen.
It wasn't until Professor Flitwick conjured up books one after another under his feet that everyone could clearly see his worried eyes.
Inside Headmaster's Office, the entire oak table was covered with silverware, and the old kettle spit out white steam. Fawkes took a nap on a gilded perch, its feathers glowing with dark red luster.
Albus Dumbledore didn't answer immediately. He sat behind the wooden table, his blue eyes flashing above his lenses. The magic book opened in front of him automatically turned a page, and his voice gradually sounded:
"I guess there's no need to worry, right? Kids are braver than we give them credit for."
He smiled kindly and pointedly.
"Of course, rush to your death bravely."
Professor Snape sneered,
"Is this your plan to let first-year wizards deal with Troll... Dumbledore?"
Professor McGonagall watched silently, neither agreeing nor refuting.
"Hogwarts is the safest place in Britain."
Dumbledore just said something meaningful.
"Humph——"
Professor Snape said nothing, snorted coldly, and walked away.
"You should be more cautious, Albus."
Minerva·McGonagall left such a sentence and left.
After they left, Dumbledore said to himself thoughtfully:
"Severus, change... it's been... a long time coming..."
He immediately started talking to Professor Flitwick:
"Professor Flitwick, can you tell me about that child?"
"Of course! Headmaster Dumbledore, both in terms of magic... and Dark Arts's 'defense', that child is more talented than we imagined..."
Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice was filled with excitement. In fact, if Severus and Minerva saw the child's dueling level, they would know who would be the challenger - Troll or the first-year wizard...
This was also the reason why Professor Flitwick was the calmest among all the people at that time.
in the corridor.
Snape's large black robe carries extremely low air pressure, making the little wizards in the corridor avoid it.
The last person who dared to touch Professor Snape is still in confinement in Dungeon. It's been a full month...
Sean was waiting at the door of Professor McGonagall's office holding many Transfiguration books.
The cold wind was biting and icy, but it couldn't blow into Mr. Filch's scarf. Sean was wearing the gloves presented by Mrs. Finley and the sweater from Professor Snape. There was also Professor McGonagall's personal collection in the bag...
Overall, he rarely felt cold anymore.
The reason he is standing here is that he has to study Transfiguration first in the afternoon, and arriving early is his usual style.
He can study for a while when the professor is here, and he can review and read books when the professor is not here.
At this moment, a broad figure blocked the light outside the window. Sean looked up and saw the gloomy face of Professor Snape.
He stared at the collar of Sean's sweater for two seconds, then looked at Dungeon, and said in a sinister tone:
"Come on, idiot."
Sean filtered out the taunts and followed silently.
Dungeon It always gets colder. From far away, Sean could hear the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows. When he turned around to look, the glass windows were already covered with a thin layer of ice.
"Who do you think you are?"
Professor Snape's sarcasm came very quickly as always. Before Sean had time to react, he heard Professor Snape spit out a long sarcasm,
"Ah - our Mr. Green, thinks he is some kind of 'hero', fighting against Troll alone... Oh, I guess those idiots must admire you?!
——Green, do you think your victory over Troll is something extraordinary? Let me tell you, living is amazing..."
The corners of Professor Snape's mouth were outlined with a cold and sarcastic arc, and he looked at Sean with a look that said,
"Compared to those idiots... do you think that if you die, will anyone mourn for you?!"
Sean There are no words.
Professor Snape snorted heavily, he had known that this guy was a complete idiot!
If you give this idiot a few more chances, I'm afraid he will never learn to protect himself wisely.
"Get your wand!"
In Dungeon, the tone of Professor Snape is colder than the cold wind,
"I don't think it's time for you idiot to die-"
Sean raised his head, and a crumpled notebook was thrown into his hand. The pages were yellowed, as if they were from decades ago.
While Sean was flipping through the books, Professor Snape's attention fell on his wand:
Unusual dead wood texture. The body of the staff shows a late-night color, almost inky black, but when the light flows, the deep purple and dark red textures underneath will be faintly revealed...
This is Elder Wood.
The rarest of all woods, but one with a very bad reputation. Because Elder Wand is more difficult to control than any other wand.
It has a strong ability to cast magic, but is unwilling to cooperate with wizards who are not as good as itself.
No matter how long a wizard has owned a Elder Wand, this wizard is sure to attract worldwide attention.
Only a particularly unusual person can be a perfect match for Elder Wand. Once this rare situation occurs, this wizard is destined to have a magnificent destiny.
But it happened that such arrogant material appeared in the hands of this "idiot".
The core of the wand is even more proud of Phoenix feather, which makes this wand untamable reach a very high level.
This is a... wand that is extremely beneficial to use Dark Arts...
He looked at the slightly excited little wizard holding the notes, his cold face complex and gloomy.
Elder Wand was destined to have no peace in his life. Snape's tone became even colder and more serious:
"If you can't learn it, you can't even think about getting out of Dungeon!"
"Sectumsempra! (Sectumsempra!)"
There was no trace of magic on the tip of Sean's wand, but Toad was hit with a huge tearing wound. Snape quickly released the counter-spell, but his eyes were already staring at Sean blankly.
[You practiced Sectumsempra once as a proficient expert, and your proficiency level is +10]
[Sectumsempra: entry level (100/900)]
In just one hour, the little wizard in front of him not only learned Sectumsempra in front of him, but also entered the door at an extremely fast speed.
His talent even surpassed his own level, which was comparable to that of some sixth-grade wizards Dark Arts when he entered school.
"Come Dungeon... an hour early..."
Before leaving, Sean heard Professor Snape's gloomy voice,
"Don't let anyone know about the magic you learn, remember - anyone!"
Before Sean could nod, Professor Snape closed the door to Dungeon.