Chapter 1276 No choice

In the Druids' philosophy, all living things in nature can communicate.

They do not like fighting, are keen on listening to the voices of all things in nature, and advocate living in peace with nature.

This idea may seem noble, but in reality, it is the root cause of their dislike among various groups.

In pursuit of development, Muggles have been constantly encroaching on the living space of other creatures for nearly three hundred years. They will never stop their development out of pity for the common people.

The same is true for wizards, although this group is not as keen on expanding its influence as Muggles.

However, if you ask wizards to give up dragon skin, dragon blood, dragon liver, dragon heart tendons, and give up the use of various magical animal and plant materials, that is absolutely impossible.

Therefore, before inviting Frommid to teach at Hogwarts, Amosstar solemnly reminded him that he was only allowed to "preach the law" but not to easily "preach" in the wizard's base!
"What a surprise to me—"

Amosta stepped back and took in the tall, sturdy Whomping Willow.

"I understand your view that everything has a soul, but I never thought that a tree could have such a perfect thinking ability?"

"Well, according to the wizards—"

Frommid smiled and said,
“This Whomping Willow is a magical plant, so it can remember things in its own way.

Most ordinary plants have ignorant wisdom, and they can only convey some simple thoughts, such as they need water, sunlight, nutrition, or someone to help them catch pests—"

"It is indeed unique—"

Amosta nodded, still in awe.
"Speaking of which, the time I played against Vitia. I mean the Quidditch World Cup final, she created a huge vine forest and an oak giant in the blink of an eye--"

"That was with the help of the power of the staff—"

When mentioning the holy staff that served as proof of the Druid priests' inheritance from generation to generation, Frommid showed a little embarrassment.

The staff was originally a sacred object of the druids, but now it has fallen into the hands of a wizard, and this wizard is right in front of us.

Amosta nodded again.

Under normal circumstances, Vitia's strength was not enough to fight him. The reason she was able to fight him to that extent was because of the "power of faith" accumulated by generations of druid priests in the staff.

"You are also very accomplished in divine arts. If it were you, Frommid—"

The night was cold, and the two of them walked side by side on the wet lawn toward the lake.

"Can you use that staff to mass-produce oak giants like the one I fought?"

Amosta asked.

Flomid gave a predictable answer with a wry smile.

Of course.

If Frommid could mass-produce such huge oak guards, Vitia, who was eager to take Harry away at that time, would not have refused to do it.

"Excuse me, Professor Blaine—"

Seeing that Professor Brain fell silent after hearing his answer, Flomid hesitated.

"You want to make some Oak Guards to protect Hogwarts."

"Yes, that's what I planned."

Amosta did not hide anything and told the truth.

"If your requirements are not so high, Professor Brian, I may be able to use the power of the holy staff. I think I may be able to produce a batch before Halloween."

Frommid said.

There was a moment of silence, and then Amosta shook his head.

"Thank you for your willingness to help defend Hogwarts, Frommid, but the campus of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry itself is protected by many ancient magics.

If an invader can break through these guards, I think ordinary guards will not be of much use unless they are extremely powerful."

Amosta said that his solemn expression made Fromide see some of the disappointment in his heart.

Hogwarts is about to face some crisis, and the crisis is so big that Professor Blaine believes that Hogwarts cannot safely deal with it even with him and Professor Dumbledore.

That's why he took a fancy to the Oak Guard summoned by Vitia. Flomid felt awe in his heart.

Such a crisis. I am afraid that even Voldemort, who has aroused the hatred of all wizards in the magical world, cannot do it.

what is that
As soon as this confusion arose in his mind, Fromide extinguished it.

The reason why Professor Brian did not remind people in a big way was probably to avoid causing panic. So, he should not have asked too many questions.

just
Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind and made Fromide stop beside a willow tree with yellow leaves and sparse branches.

"Flomid?"

Amosta then stopped and looked at Flomid, who looked hesitant.

"Professor Blaine—"

Fromid gritted his teeth.

"This is very important to you, isn't it? I mean, seeking a strong asylum for Hogwarts?"

In the night wind, Amosta raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at the uneasy Flomid, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Yes, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I want to make a deal with you. Oh, no!"

Flomid, who had just woken up, quickly changed his words and said frankly,

"I have a request. If you can agree, I am willing to help Hogwarts build a strong defense on behalf of the Druids. I mean, at a cost."

Amosta frowned slightly, and he looked deeply at Fromide.

"At some cost. Do you mean, someone's life needs to be sacrificed?"

Fromid shook his head and began to tell his story, while Amosta listened attentively.

As the story continued, Amosta's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, but the tips of his eyebrows raised even higher, and his expression revealed surprise.

“There is such a way”

Amosta shook his head slightly and admired.

"Are you sure that Hogwarts will have a more powerful guard than the oak giant created by Vitia?"

"I am absolutely certain, Professor Braine—"

Frommid said with certainty,
"It will be much more powerful!"

Slytherin common room.

In the windless room, the cold chains hanging from the ceiling swayed slightly, making a chilling clinking sound.

The candlelight emitted by the ancient candlesticks also hanging under the ceiling is ghostly green, making the lounge more eerie.

Late at night, the lake outside the transparent crystal viewing window lost its light, as if from the boundless dark abyss, there continued to be dull, rumbling sounds, like the roar of an evil beast, and the horrible sound of the lake flowing!
In front of the fireplace with some remaining embers, next to a table that was as dark red as blood and had sharp edges, a pale-faced young man curled up in a soft chair, facing the pitch-black lake.

Da da da--
Footsteps were heard in the tomb-like corridor, and the sound gradually became clearer, but the young man by the fireplace remained motionless.

He stared blankly into the darkness, helplessness faintly revealed in the depths of his numb eyes.
The footsteps continued to approach, and finally, stopped beside the boy.

With her warm hands around the boy's shoulders, Pansy looked sad.
"Professor Blaine is back. I know you can't sleep--"

The boy's expression remained unchanged, but his thin body, wearing only pajamas, began to tremble.

"Give it up, Draco. If we're discovered--"

"Do you think--"

After sitting there for several hours, Draco finally responded. He did not look at Pansy, but continued to face the darkness, tears flashing in his gray eyes.

"Do I have a choice, Pansy--" (End of this chapter)