Priori Incantatem failed to cast successfully.
All the professors present, including Dumbledore, were very surprised. You know, as experts in the field of Charms, Filius·Flitwick definitely have a profound understanding of magic.
Let's talk about dueling.
If Hogwarts is to say that the person who can definitely beat him will be the greatest Dumbledore in the 20th century, the master-level skills that can coach Charms Class will never fail against Prior Incantato.
"It rejected my Prior Incantato. I could not force the wand, which would destroy the child's companion." Flitwick could realize why the spell failed.
He looked at Dumbledore in embarrassment.
"What an unexpected situation."
Dumbledore stepped forward and took the wand from Ian, observing it with great interest. The feel and shape were so familiar, but what was missing was the intoxicating and powerful feeling.
"Prior Incantato!"
He took out his wand and cast the spell himself. However, the image only appeared for an instant and nothing could be seen clearly. Then it collapsed in the blink of an eye like a landslide.
After the smoke disappeared, it was as if nothing had happened.
"A very special wand."
Dumbledore didn't seem surprised. He handed the wand back to Ian with a smile, "Don't let down its loyalty, and don't let down Unicorn Hair Core's kindness."
A very vicious look.
Dumbledore has always been very knowledgeable in Alchemy. How can someone who can become friends with Nicolas Flamel not be a master in Alchemy?
Some people say that Dumbledore becomes weaker as he gets older. In fact, increasing age does not affect the strength of wizards. The greater their knowledge, the more powerful they become.
It is never age that makes Dumbledore "weaker" in the eyes of others.
It's just that his heart is becoming calmer.
"Remember your teachings."
Ian took his wand humbly.
This is a really good buddy!
"Is there any other way to prove my innocence?" Ian looked at the other professors, and finally looked up at Dumbledore standing in front of him.
"This is an irrelevant verification. It does not affect our judgment of your innocence." Dumbledore nodded, and none of the other professors refuted it.
Several grades Prefect are still a little confused.
The two Prefects, including Ravenclaw, were also staring at the wand hanging on Ian's waist, completely confused as to what happened just now.
Can a magic wand reject Prior Incantato?
Why doesn't my wand work?
"Since the principal said Ian did not kill anyone, can we take Ian away? This kind of scene is definitely a nightmare that will leave a psychological shadow for a child."
Penelope Senior Sister is as considerate as an old mother.
She probably didn't realize that Ian's face was much rosier than hers.
"Mr. Prince is staying. Prefects can leave. Please keep today's matters confidential and not cause unnecessary trouble to the relevant personnel." Dumbledore's instructions obviously have no binding force, but Prefect present are still nodding in agreement on the surface.
Ian dares to bet twenty Galleon.
None of these people can keep the secret after they return.
Just when everyone was getting ready to leave.
"What are you doing? Aren't you flashing back to the Charms he let go? I bet! There must be magic in it when he killed Professor Ronnie. Erich!"
Marcus·Flint couldn't accept Dumbledore's decision and started yelling. Even the two Prefect next to him tried to pull him out, but he pushed him away.
"Are you questioning Dumbledore's judgment?" Snape, who had a cold tone, did not tolerate this guy. He directly held down Marcus·Flint, who was out of control, and pushed him to the ground.
"As we all know, it is impossible to cast a wand core made of Unicorn Tail Hair to produce Dark Magic. You are not only questioning Dumbledore, you are also questioning the truth of the wizarding world."
To be able to finish this sentence with an expressionless face, Snape really tried his best.
The fourth-grade little wizard is very strong, but Snape imposed a Control Curse on him, leaving him lying on the ground like a slug and unable to get up.
The two Slytherin's Prefect couldn't bear to see this scene and did not dare to say anything. They quickened their pace and left Owlery, followed by several other Prefect's.
"It must be the trick played by this murderer! It's him! It can't be wrong! I saw it with my own eyes! You can't protect him! Ministry of Magic will not let you protectors go!"
"My family is very well-connected in Ministry of Magic. You can't possibly persecute me! I'm going to sue you! All of you will be caught Azkaban and locked up!"
Marcus·Flint became more and more excited, and even got a little abnormally excited. Ian, who was standing next to him, had already noticed something was wrong.
The same goes for professors, of course.
"Flint seems to be very convinced that he saw Mr. Prince murder... well, very persistent." Dumbledore pondered thoughtfully for a moment.
"Severus, please take this child back, check the traces of Imperius Curse, and see if this child's memory has been tampered with by anyone?"
The errand arranged by Dumbledore is exactly what Snape wants.
"Bang!"
He used his elbow to directly stun Marcus·Flint. Yes, that's right, it wasn't magic, but the physical method of falling asleep on Ministry of Magic's very well-connected Flint.
Marcus·Flint rolled his eyes and fainted. Like a giant lizard, he was carried by Snape towards the door of Owlery.
Snape Before leaving.
He even turned around and gave Ian a warning look.
It seems to be telling Ian to be more honest.
"Let's assist Pomona in thoroughly checking the castle to see if the murderer is still hiding in a certain area." Professor McGonagall saw Dumbledore's desire to communicate with Ian alone.
The same goes for Dean Filius·Flitwick. After all, we have all worked together for many years.
"When you go back, you have to think carefully about whether you have offended anyone, especially Dark Wizard." Before leaving, Dean Flitwick reminded Ian earnestly.
"I am an orphan, what can I offend Dark Wizard?"
Ian frowned and thought hard for a long time. He really felt that he was innocent, "If I have to say it, before school started, I met a person suspected of being Dark Wizard at London Charing Cross Road."
Maybe this is useful information?
It's just that Dumbledore's expression is a little weird.
"We'll go investigate."
He nodded perfunctorily, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke again.
"Just to satisfy my little personal curiosity... Mr. Prince, let me see your Fiendfyre Curse." Dumbledore's sudden whisper made Ian instantly confused.
Could this turn of events be any more sudden?
"Ah?"
He wanted to pretend to be stupid, but he also realized that he definitely couldn't pretend to be stupid. Since Dumbledore could make this request, he must have known that he had learned Fiendfyre Curse.
Where did you know that?
Aurora?
Aurora shouldn't be able to know either!
Although <Secrets of the Darkest Art> comes from Aurora, and Aurora also recommended Fiendfyre Curse to learn it, Ian has never used it once after learning this magic.
Legilimency?
Occlumency It's not like he doesn't have one!
With [Thought Perception], he doesn't need anyone to teach him in this area of learning. He has already loaded this MOD that is essential for Hogwarts to go to school!
Facing the smiling gaze of Dumbledore.
Ian was silent for a moment.
Raise your wand.
The incantation was recited.
The brilliant blue rose in the shed, but it was not stained with any flammable straw.
"Good practice."
Dumbledore, who was still smiling, praised softly. The half-moon mirror frame on his face reflected the jumping elves in the room, and there were just a few waves in his deep eyes.
"Principal, I..."
Ian wanted to explain that he was not an evil little wizard, but without thinking, Dumbledore just patted his shoulder, raised his wand and extinguished Fiendfyre in the room.
"The A History of Magic class in the afternoon will be a fierce battle. Let's go back and have a good rest."
Without waiting for Ian to reply, Dumbledore had already taken steps to leave the room, leaving only Ian standing alone at the crime scene without anyone's protection, holding a wand.
"Ah?"
Ian is full of question marks.
dead professor.
Do we still need him to collect the bodies?
Fiendfyre Is it impolite to burn a corpse?
"But the broken corpses can't dance." Just when Ian was wondering whether Dumbledore was hinting that he would use Fiendfyre to burn teacher Defence Against the Dark Arts.
"Shuush~"
Two House-elf figures appeared in front of him.
Headmaster's Office.
The circular room is filled with all kinds of funny ornaments, and there are many silverwares placed on the slender seats. They rotate and continuously emit small puffs of smoke.
Portraits of former principals hang on the walls, many of them snoring, as if they have a different schedule from those outside.
There are also portraits of people communicating.
"It's incredible. Ravenclaw's child can also be punished to face the wall in the office?"
"Hoho, do you think you Ravenclaw won't make mistakes? Judging from her embarrassment, I guess Azkaban will be expelled from the school if she doesn't enter this time."
"In my day, children who made mistakes would be caned directly, and there would be no children who could not be managed well."
"Can't you just be quiet? You're scaring me. How many years have you been dead and you're still reminiscing about the past? The current principal Dumbledore never punishes students corporally."
"But Severus does."
Penelope sat on the bench and waited a little uneasily.
Time seems to pass very slowly.
She didn't know what kind of torturous noise she was in before she heard movement from the spiral staircase behind her.
"Headmaster Dumbledore."
Penelope looked back at the old man who appeared. She had already recalled everything she had done today, and she could not find the reason why she could be called Headmaster's Office alone.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Clearwater, you have not made any mistakes and you will not be punished in any way. I asked Fawkes to bring you here just to understand some situations."
Dumbledore walked to his office chair.
"Is it related to the professor's death today?"
This is the only possibility Penelope can think of.
"That matter has nothing to do with you little wizards anymore, don't think too much, the professors will handle everything properly." Dumbledore stared at the students in front of him with a soft tone.
His eyes were shaking.
But he still tried his best to maintain a gentle smile.
"I just heard from the ghost in the castle that since yesterday afternoon, you have been trying your best to find out some things in the castle... that maybe shouldn't be explored?"
(End of chapter)