Organization

Seeing Umbridge have bad luck in Potions had been immensely satisfying, but that hag would never stop at this.

Since Hogwarts had been founded by those four legendary Wizards a thousand years ago, it had always been a sacred place of magic. It held the finest magical knowledge, and every headmaster had upheld respect for knowledge and strongly encouraged students to explore freely.

But this flourishing state had changed after Umbridge arrived.

The students were controlled by harsh school rules like puppets on a stage, all so Fudge, the Minister for Magic, could be shown the educational achievements of High Inquisitor Umbridge.

Beyond the rolling, ancient mountains, above Hogwarts Castle cradled by the Black Lake, heavy dark clouds seemed to drift overhead—the lament of its historical glory.

Within Eli's Misty Illusion, two of Hogwarts' founders were furious. Godric Gryffindor pounded the pristine floor in rage, roaring that he wanted to teach the person who had so wantonly insulted his school a brutal lesson.

"Let me out! Let me out so I can kill her!" Godric was like a crazed lion. If he had had a sword at his waist, he might well have chopped something apart to vent his fury.

"You should calm down. Taking such a risk over that thing just isn't worth it." Eli had been trying to persuade him for ages. Fortunately, the old man had long been dead, or he would have been enraged into an early grave.

What surprised Eli, however, was that Salazar seemed quite calm, completely different from the enraged Godric.

"You have a plan, don't you?" Salazar suddenly spoke as Eli was still trying to give Godric a way out.

"I do. She's just a small fish. Our target is the Minister for Magic behind her." Eli turned his gaze toward Salazar