Aftermath

After Qiongqi stopped roaring, it appeared in front of Bell in a flash without Bell's control.

It lowered its body slightly and nuzzled Bell with its head in a friendly manner.

Seeing the sparkle in Qiongqi's eyes, Bell knew he had succeeded, even more successfully than he had expected.

Qiongqi's body is a translucent white color, with some black patterns distributed on it, adding a touch of domineering aura to Qiongqi.

Bell reached out and rubbed Qiongqi's head; the touch felt warm and smooth like jade.

Compared to before, the newborn Qiongqi is much smaller, about the size of an ordinary tiger.

However, since its body is composed of magic, Qiongqi's size can actually be changed at will according to Bell's control. Therefore, this change has no real significance.

Clap clap clap~

Without any warning, a round of applause came from behind them.

The group looked in the direction of the sound and found that Dumbledore had appeared there at some point.

"What wonderful magic! What's it called?"

Dumbledore looked at Bell with a complicated expression, and at the Qiongqi standing in front of Bell, which looked as docile as a kitten.

Bell's excellence reminded him of little Tom from back then.

No! Bell is even better than Tom. At least when Tom was at Hogwarts, he never cast a spell that even he couldn't understand.

In fact, not only Dumbledore couldn't understand it, but even Bell himself couldn't understand what was going on with the Qiongqi he had created.

However, according to the information transmitted back from the Shikigami contract, Qiongqi itself is in perfect condition and is completely obedient and dependent on him. Therefore, those other minor issues can be investigated later. Worrying too much now will not help.

"Shikigami Qiongqi. I created it based on the Shikigami from Onmyoji, Professor."

Bell bowed to Dumbledore and introduced him respectfully.

"Miss Menethil, how are you doing at Hogwarts? Are you having a good time?"

After listening to Bell's introduction, Dumbledore and did not ask any further questions. Instead, he looked at Shanna.

At this moment, Shanna was holding her Wand, watching Dumbledore.

As expected of her Gege's most feared enemy, she hadn't even noticed when the other party appeared.

Bell patted his younger sister on the shoulder and gestured for Shanna to put away her Wand.

"I'm sorry, Professor. My sister doesn't usually leave home, and she gets nervous easily when she sees strangers. Besides, she loves Hogwarts and is very happy every day."

To be honest, Bell couldn't quite understand why Shanna liked Hogwarts so much.

Is it really that good here? How come he didn't notice?

"Hehe, it's normal to be nervous since it's your first time away from home."

Dumbledore smiled and indicated his understanding.

"Alright, enough of this small talk. Mr. Menethil, shouldn't you take some responsibility for these people lying on the ground?"

"Well..."

Bell broke out in a cold sweat.

He was indeed in the wrong, and there was no room for rebuttal.

"I'll take care of it right away, Professor."

Bell scanned the entire Quidditch pitch, and the sight of the Little Wizard lying dead all over the ground gave him a headache.

Fortunately, due to the Dementor ' sudden intrusion, the Quidditch players from both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had already landed on the ground. Otherwise, suddenly fainting in mid-air and falling to the ground would have been quite an ordeal.

With that thought in mind, Bell once again carefully scanned the Little Wizard on the ground.

Come to think of it, when the Dementor first burst in, I think I saw Harry fall from the sky out of the corner of my eye? So why isn't Harry's 'body' here now?

After confirming that he hadn't missed anything and that Harry was indeed no longer on the field, Bell secretly curled his lip.

"That biased old geezer!"

"Lim!"

Feeling that there were too many people on the ground and it would be too troublesome to deal with them, Bell decisively called upon his all-powerful little housekeeper.

"What can I do for you, Young Master?"

After Lim appeared, she first bowed to Bell as usual, and then she was surprised to find that the situation on the field seemed to be a little strange.

What has our Young Master done this time?

"Cough cough!"

Faced with Lim's surprised gaze, Bell coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, there was a little accident."

Go and get all the Awakening Potion from the stockpile, then have the House-elf of Hogwarts help escort the students back to their dormitories and give them the potions.

Actually, the Little Wizard were not harmed at all; they were simply stunned by the sudden Magic Power Impact.

Even if you leave it alone, it will wake up in a few hours.

After waking up, I'll only have a headache for a day or two at most; it's nothing serious.

But since Dumbledore has spoken, Bell should at least give Dumbledore some face, right?

Therefore, Bell decided to be generous and donate all the remaining Awakening Potion he had drunk earlier.

As everyone knows, Bell is a man who doesn't care about fame or fortune. So there's no need for thanks or anything like that. As long as Dumbledore doesn't make things difficult for him afterwards, Bell will be content.

With the help of many House-elf, it didn't take long for all the Little Wizard to be carried back to their dormitories.

Looking at the empty stadium, Bell breathed a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore stood not far away, watching him with a subtle gaze, which made Bell feel incredibly pressured.

"Professor, the problem is solved. If there's nothing else, shall we go back for lunch?"

Bell, bracing himself against Dumbledore's gaze, said...

After Bell finished speaking, Dumbledore him became even more subtle.

Dumbledore had spent half his life at Hogwarts and felt he had seen all sorts of Little Wizard.

Even so, Bell's words still left Dumbledore speechless.

You just took down almost the entire school, and now you're planning to go back for lunch? Can't you come up with a better excuse? Even saying nothing would be better than this, right?

This is truly something I've never seen before.

Fortunately, Dumbledore lived up to his name Dumbledore over 100 years of life hadn't been for nothing. He ultimately suppressed his urge to complain and said to Bell:

"Of course, let's go back... and have dinner..."

I almost couldn't hold back.

"Ahem, Mr. Menethil."

Seeing that Bell was about to leave with his companions without any hesitation, Dumbledore quickly called out to him. He hadn't even finished speaking yet.

"Next time you research magic, be careful not to accidentally hurt anyone else."

If Bell did this every now and then, the students would probably all suffer from nervous breakdowns.

"Of course, rest assured, there will absolutely be no next time!"

Bell patted his chest and assured him.

After confirming that Dumbledore had finished speaking, Bell slipped back into the Great Hall without looking back.

He was hungry after expending so much magic power.