More than ten minutes ago.

In Hogsmeade Village, the challenge continues.

According to the process, Felix explained the ancient magic text in the morning, and took some time to challenge (display his strength) at noon. In the afternoon, he left it to the ancient text experts, professors and principals of the magic school, and asked them to ask questions, and Felix was responsible for answering them.

But because they had just experienced the mysterious disappearance of more than a dozen dark wizards and the fact that they had just experienced the two things that "Felix used lighting to dispel dark clouds", the wizards were obviously confused now. No matter what Felix said, they were looking at him mechanically, and they had not recovered from the shock just now.

No one dared to challenge the game, and many wizards who signed magic contracts complained.

Felix simply announced that he would move the challenge to tomorrow, let everyone rest first, and then start the questioning session two hours later. The wizards dispersed themselves, and they needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially redefining the subject of ancient magic literature in their hearts.

A few wizards and all the reporters stayed, and they surrounded Felix and asked various questions.

"Mr. Happ, is the magma-like flame you just used also an ancient magic?"

"That's right."

"So powerful! So those people are dead?"

Felix glanced at the reporter, "You can think so." The reporter suffocated his breath and smiled embarrassedly.

"Mr. Haipu, I've seen lighting in a booklet about ancient magical texts, but its description is far less than that of your performance...?"

"Ancient magic varies from person to person." Felix explained patiently, "it's hard to control, but it also lacks constraints..."

"Mr. Hepp! Ouch, don't squeeze! I'm a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic, and I'll pass your letter," said a short and fat man, his hat was squeezed out, revealing a few strands of flowing and sparse hair.

Felix looked at him, "Gilles Fitzgeral?"

"It's me, Maxwell asked me to say hello to him." The man bowed slightly, revealing his bare head, and said, "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects to the Boothbaton Magic School. Can we talk about it?"

Felix's eyes lit up, and he looked around for the impressive tall figure: "Didn't Mrs. Maxim come?"

"She was tripped by trivial matters and might be coming tomorrow, but Boothbaton's vice principal is here..." The man was squeezed hard, as if he would spit it out at any time. He covered his head with one hand and pointed a thick finger at a man more than ten feet away.

"No problem," Felix said.

Amelia Bones breathed a sigh of relief at the edge of Hogsmeade Square, "At last, there was no big trouble. What are the origins of those dozen dark wizards? Is there any record in our information?"

Kingsley replied: "There are too little information available, and they use phantoms to move in, so these dark wizards are not stupid."

"It turns out that they are stupid," Ms. Bones said sarcastically.

After a while, she whispered, "Is there no movement on the crazy-eyed man?"

"No news has come yet," Kingsley said.

"It's strange," Ms. Bones said in confusion: "We specially arranged a day off. Now the defense in the department is unprecedentedly empty, and this is the best opportunity to seize the memory ball..."

Kingsley shrugged.

"No matter who he is, the order here cannot be chaotic, so that Aurors and strikers can expand the scope of reconnaissance to the surrounding areas of Hogwarts."

“Yes, ma’am.”

"I don't think Voldemort would show up on this occasion, just try to eliminate hidden dangers." Ms. Bones smiled and said, "Even if it is not Aurors and strikers, there are nearly two or three thousand wizards in Hogsmeade village, many of whom are the elites of wizards."

The expression on her face froze when she saw a face. Agilbert Fontana, the principal of the Ifamoni School, suddenly changed his face and left with a serious expression.

"Let's follow and take a look," said Ms. Bones.

As they watched the principal of the Ifamoni School get into a temporary tent nearby, Ms. Bones and Kingsley stood in front of the tent and shouted twice, without any response, they immediately realized something was wrong.

Ms. Bones carefully picked up the curtain, and the spell in Kingsley's hand was ready to go, but there was no one inside.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it a phantom shift? Or a door key? Kingsley, notify the door key office and the team who reversed the occasional magic incident to come over, at least determine the approximate distance of movement..." Ms. Bones said seriously.

...

Ifamoni Magic School, Principal's Office.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Agilbert Fontana rushed out of the window at the same time, at an astonishing speed.

"Principal Fontana?" Yuria Edmund, who was walking with Bethny in the garden, asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to England? Why are you back so soon?"

Principal Fontana hurriedly left a sentence: "The snake wood ban has been touched, I'll go over and check it." Then he disappeared from their sight.

Yuria's expression became serious, and he turned to Bethni and said, "It is no small matter to be alarmed by Principal Fontana. I'll follow and take a look."

"In case of danger"

Yuria hesitated for a moment, raised her arm, and a line of tiny magic text began to appear on the inside of her wrist, and then a magic wand appeared out of thin air.

"Yuria, this is what Mr. Hepp asked you to use at critical moments." Bethni persuaded: "I'll go find other professors."

"Now is the critical moment." Yuria said, holding the wand, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

On the other hand, Principal Fontana had appeared at the school gate, paused for a moment and ran towards the snake wood. He thought quickly that all the principals had left protective magic on the snake wood, which was definitely not something that ordinary students could destroy, especially the snake wood was related to a secret that was more than 300 years ago.

Ifamoni's students only know that the leaves of snake trees have strong medical effects, but as the principal and the first twelve descendants of Aurors, he knows more inside information: Isot Thayer, the most important founder of the Ifamoni Magic School, once held the wand of Salazar Slytherin.

Principal Fontana is walking in a hurry, and the secret history of the past flows slowly from his heart: Gu

Isot Thayer's mother was born in the ancient Gunter family, a pure-blood family and the longest-standing descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of the Hogwarts School of Magic. However, her mother did not support the view of pure blood as much as most of the family, and moved out of the family very early.

After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isot. Isot's early childhood was very peaceful and beautiful, loved by her parents, and the family often silently helped the neighbors of Maji, but a fire destroyed all the beauty. In this disaster, Isot's parents both died.

The culprit was Isot's aunt Gorry Gant, a irritable witch. She took Isot, who was only five years old, and was about to train her to become a "qualified" pure-blooded wizard. As Isot grew up, she gradually recognized her aunt's true face and found an opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she was not allowed to own a wand). After some twists and turns, boarded the Mayflower to North America.

That wand is the snake wooden stick of Salazar Slytherin, the heirloom of the Gunter family.

Isot married Maji's husband in New World. After more than ten years of peace, he established the prototype of the Ifamoni Magic School during this period. However, Aunt Gormley, who lost the heirloom, finally found out the residence of Isot, who was increasingly famous. Gormley Gormley was furious. She used the rules designed since the beginning of the making of the snake wooden stick, and used the snake accent to command the snake wooden stick to enter dormant state, and then appeared to kill the Isot family.

But she eventually failed.

Later, Isot buried the dormant wand underground outside the school and tried to make his own wand. The next year, the place where the snake wood wand was buried began to sprout, and later became Ifamoni's iconic "medical" snake wood...

Principal Fontana finally came to the snake wood, but everything in front of him shocked him: the snake wood was completely destroyed and completely turned into ashes.

A black-robed wizard with pale skin and blurred facial features gently stroked a magic wand with a stream of light.

Snake wooden stick!

The wand made by Salazar Slytherin himself was used as a foil in the news that was very popular some time ago. It was only the seventh-ranked wand, but Principal Fontana scoffed at it because he knew from the beginning that other wands might be false, but this wand must be real. And it is magical enough.

Voldemort was very satisfied. At this moment, holding the wand of the greatest of the four giants, without any repulsion. He could feel the wand of his ancestors cheering, and the power of the wand echoed with his own magic power, as if urging him to use it even though he was using it.

Nothing is more suitable for me than this wand, and no one is more worthy of using it than me... Voldemort thought, now he was going to find a sacrifice worthy of it... He looked up at the sky. Should Felix Hepp be in Hogsmeade at this time?

Voldemort showed a cold smile, and he turned around and was about to leave

"Stop!" Principal Fontana shouted, Voldemort's red eyes staring at him. Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely twisted face. The more he looked at him, the more familiar he looked...

"Are you the dark wizard Voldemort?" he said coldly.

"You can call me the Dark Lord Voldemort," said Voldemort politely.

"No matter who you are, leave your wand! That's not your thing." Principal Fontana shouted.

"Not me? No one has ever possessed it more legitimately than me." Voldemort said contemptuously, "What if I say no?" He lazily spread his hands, the snake stick glowing in his hand.

Principal Fontana felt something was wrong, but he still pulled out his wand.

"Hey!" Voldemort sneered, his red eyes brightly dripped, as if he could drip blood. He whispered: "It's not a shame to treat you as the first offering..."

"What did you say?"

"Avada chewed the big tile!"

The green light filled his entire vision.

"No!"

...

"No!"

Harry shouted out. His mind was very messy, as if he was being stirred by a knife. There was a green light in his sight, which was the color of death. He shouted out at the same time with another young man he saw in his mind. The man looked very familiar...

"Harry, wake up!"

Hermione shook him, and he barely opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground, pillowing on the cold ground, a large shadow over his head shrouded him. It was Ron, who was arguing with Malfoy.

"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't believe it!"

"I did nothing!"

"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scars," said Hermione.

Harry blinked a few times, not interested in their quarrel. He was in a heavy mood. Someone died, the principal of Iphamoni. There was still a green light in his mind. Ron, Hermione and Malfoy's faces were strangely twisted. He looked around and Neville also held the wand, silent as if a stone.

He turned his head, Sirius and Snape ran over from a distance, and the expression on Snape's face seemed as anxious as Sirius...

Harry rubbed his forehead hard, and the scar stinged like a needle.

"Harry," Hermione said in a crying voice, "you can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath, "can't indulge your brain anymore."

"Indulge? Hermione, I can't let important information slip away from my eyes, and it's not me who was invaded, but I invaded Voldemort's brain!" Harry retorted angrily.

"But they are the same. Your brain defense is already full of holes. It will ruin the brain closure you have worked hard to practice." Hermione patiently persuaded.

"I can't take care of it for the time being, Hermione, we can say this in the future. We have more important things to do now." Harry said, and he held up his body and touched the cold soil with his hands, which made him feel better. He grabbed another hand and pressed it on his forehead. The ice chip-like touch made the scar's pain much less.

He raised his head and looked at the cast iron gate in front of him.

"Harry, what did you see? Did he do something again?" Hermione came over and asked in a low voice.

"He killed the principal of Ifamoni." Harry said muffled.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, Ron and Malfoy all lost their voices, Neville's eyes widened, Sirius and Snape who had just arrived were also stunned. They looked at Harry blankly, as if they had heard the most ridiculous things in the world.

Harry was the first to react, and he said anxiously: "There is more important thing, Voldemort is coming."

"What?"
Chapter completed!