Chapter 294 Showdown
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 294 Showdown
——Is this the only way?
Narcissa collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.
Lucius stared at Dumbledore angrily.
He's already backing Dumbledore all the way (so that the old guy can get the Hogwarts overhaul proposal passed at the board meeting)
But does this old guy only propose such a method?
How could he, how dare he!
Lucius was furious in his heart.
"Severus... what about you? Is there really no other way?"
Although Snape had his own little plans in mind, when facing the current Malfoy couple, he could also say weakly, "I don't know if anyone else can change this situation, but hurry up...Malfoy only has a week's time at most."
"After that, his changed state of body will be solidified..."
"Even if you go back to those medieval ages, you can't find a wizard to change it."
said Snape.
"But you are already the most famous potion master in England, or half of Europe. Snape, you can't leave Malfoy behind, he has always regarded you as the most respected professor!"
Narcissa was crying, her voice harsh and shrill.
"I know, I know, maybe you can find Marces..."
"Malces is the most famous and powerful potion master in the world. He should have a way."
"He is said to be hiding in a small wizarding village in northern Spain... Maybe you can find him."
"I have to admit that his attainments in potions should be higher than mine!"
Perhaps out of a little guilt, Snape made a suggestion.
"But other wizards say he's a crazy old man who hangs out with Muggles all the time, and he's even become an honorary professor at some Muggle university."
"We, the Malfoy family, have never had, nor do we want to associate with."
Malfoy said hesitantly.
But after thinking twice, he watched Narcissa look at him in despair, and let out a breath slowly, making a difficult decision.
"Okay! Then I'll go to Spain..."
"At the same time... Albus, can't you let Nick Flamel look at Malfoy? He is the greatest alchemist in modern history... There should be a way! And Newt Scamander. I know that when he was in Brazil on his adventures, he knew the Vampire Succubus there. Can I ask him about this potion?"
Facing this almost desperate choice, Lucius Malfoy began to regain his composure.
Several notes were quickly skipped in my mind, and I said them one by one.
"Albus, this is what you owe me. I fully support you in passing the Hogwarts overhaul and renovation proposal on the board of directors, and handing over this big cake to the Ministry of Magic to stabilize the crisis caused by the panic in the wizarding world these days."
"Letting Cornelius Fudge secure his rights..."
"You owe me all of this."
"What's more, in order to cooperate with your upright elf rights... I even lost the house elf that my family has always passed down."
"These are what you... owe me."
Lucius' eyeballs were bloodshot.
He has reached his limit,
The words that came out of his mouth didn't even know whether they were threats or pleadings.
"Okay, I'll talk to Nick, Newt. But don't get your hopes up too much. I personally believe that Severus is as good as anyone else."
Dumbledore didn't say it explicitly, but the implication was clear.
His way was the best for Dracora Malfoy, for Malfoy.
Lucius snorted coldly, "Narcissa, take care of Dracola and don't let other people harass you. I'll leave Newt Scamander and Nick Flamel's visits to you. I'll go to Spain to find that crazy old man..."
After speaking, Lucius Malfoy glanced at Dumbledore resentfully, tugged at the cuffs, and flattened the wizard's robe.
He strode out of Snape's potions office and went to the temporary Floo powder tunnel at Hogwarts.
……
It took several days for McGuffin and Harry to adjust to their new life at Hogwarts.
As the only two young wizards living alone at Hogwarts.
They had a strange new freedom.
The professors are busy supervising the wizards and goblins who are renovating Hogwarts, beware of them secretly unloading and taking away the magical artifacts with a long history of Hogwarts owners.
(Mostly the sneaky goblins, who've been chased away three or four times, because they're always trying to smuggle some historic iconography, some magical item... from here and get caught.)
Even Filch and his Mrs. Norris stopped paying attention to the two little wizards, and all his attention was on those alien wizards and goblins.
Always swinging the old magic oil lamp, patrolling the dark corridors.
Even after the curfew time at night, when they met McGuffin and Harry, they didn't say much, but asked instead.
"Did you see a goblin in a suit with glasses..."
Harry McGuffin shook his head again and again, and then he just let the two of them go.
From then on, they knew that as long as they didn't go too far, they could explore the secrets of Hogwarts, the secret rooms, the secret passages, and all the fascinating adventures that lay before the two of them.
Of course, those thesis assignments must be given to those who finish first.
Harry and McGuffin had breakfast in their dormitory every morning.
(The house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen cast a magic on a small table in their dormitory similar to the table in the auditorium, so that three meals a day can be delivered to that table on time. Because not only the auditorium, but also the common room of Gryffindor can not be used due to renovation)
The daily itinerary for the two of them is to go to the library. (Now there are no wizards and goblins here. After all, the books here are almost out of print and rare, not to mention the antiques in the restricted area. There will definitely be black wizards who will pay a lot of money to buy them.)
McGuffin's dissertation work was almost done. (He worked hard enough for the tasks assigned by the system. But he finally got a lot of talent points.)
Just looking at other books in the library now.
He likes to read other magic books to learn something about the magic world.
Because McGuffin discovered that wizards in history died just like Muggles, and they invented all kinds of weird spells, although now because of the emergence of modern magic, 80% of them are useless, repetitive, dangerous... magic spells that are difficult to cast and control.
But once a curse falls on one's head, understanding these at least allows you to know what happened, and find out the solution to the curse in a targeted manner.
Moreover, some books also introduce the rumored weird dark creatures, the world of wizards on all continents.
The world is big... not just a Hogwarts, a UK, a western world of wizarding wizards.
Looking at those books, McGuffin couldn't help but feel the idea of ending all this (after the blood curse, Voldemort's incident) and going to a bigger world and a farther place.
Hogwarts is not the only place in this world.
Those ancient magical relics buried under the dust, those fantastic magical landscapes different from Hogwarts Castle, various spells and customs...
In this way, I will not waste my other life in the world of HP.
After lunch in the library, they often stopped by Hagrid's.
See if there is anything that needs help.
In fact, the main reason is that the two of them can often meet some strange and magical creatures there.
And their little pets...Harry's Hedwig, McGuffin's Gallon and Sik also need to bask in the sun and run, otherwise they will all become moldy and fat.
In particular, Garen and Sick seemed to have made new friends, and became good friends with the Bowtruckle who had been lying on Hagrid's window.
I guess so? (These three little guys are always chasing each other on the roof, playing around...)
Listen to what Hagrid says - the Bowtruckle is a tree guard animal, found mainly in certain forests in western England, southern Germany and Scanvia.
"In the Forbidden Forest, there are many populations of little guys. In the fire of the previous incident, many Bowtruckle homes were destroyed. ... These little things are very sad."
"I took most of them under the eaves of my hut and let them live temporarily, so that it is convenient for me to take care of these little guys."
"The little ones get together so they don't get too sluggish."
Hagrid was talking to the two, with three or four shy little ones dangling from his thick, carrot-like fingers.
They avoided the curious eyes of McGuffin and Harry.
—These little things had two small brown eyes and a small body (about eight inches).
And from the outside, it is made of bark and twigs, so it is difficult for McGuffin and the others to find these little gadgets.
"The Bowtruckle is a peaceful, extremely shy creature that feeds on insects."
"There are a lot of wizards who love this little creature, but you have to be very careful when communicating with it. If the tree it's in is threatened, it'll jump down and use its long, sharp fingers to dig into the eyes of people trying to trim or damage the tree. I've seen a lot of idiot Muggles get their eyes scratched out."
"If a wizard offers a woodjack to a Bowtruckle, it will be soothed for a long time, so that he or she can take wood from the tree to make a wand."
Hagrid explained, spreading his hands and letting the little thing crawl back up the wooden wall of the hut.
"They are very useful to help me catch those little bugs on those tree houses."
"I hate these crawling bugs. I think of them as much as the carnivorous slugs that nearly ruined the pumpkin patch, and the thieves and goblins."
Perhaps because he was a big man, Hagrid took extra effort to clean up these little bugs, and always got twice the result with half the effort, which made him even more impatient.
In the end, these little bugs were even comparable to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart in his eyes.
Speaking of Professor Lockhart, his current situation was finally reported in detail by the [Daily Prophet]. For his (bald and crazy) 'end', some bookstores ushered in another carnival.
Harry had heard that Lockhart had been made a hero by the magical newspaper media.
In order to save a well-known little wizard (although he didn't say it explicitly, the implication is that wizards all over the UK know about it), he was seriously injured by a spell, which caused his brain to be confused and his appearance to be destroyed...
All this surprised and angered Harry.
And later, according to Ron's letter,
——The set of "The Adventures of Lockhart" that McGuffin and Harry asked him to handle (that is, the textbook of Defense Against the Dark Arts last semester), also took advantage of this opportunity to sell them all.
The price is not as low as they thought.
It seems that not only the Muggle society, even the wizarding world has this so-called 'celebrity consumption'.
——Consumerism and Gold Galleon exist the same no matter where they are.
In short, apart from these things other than Hogwarts and the overhaul and renovation, McGuffin and Harry often discussed why they stayed, and what happened to Malfoy?
(The school hospital has been completely closed, especially Malfoy has a separate ward... This is what the Weasleys told them when they visited Percy.)
And... the last time the centaur wanted Hagrid to pass on the magical ritual to Professor Dumbledore.
All this mixed together made the two even more puzzled.
In the evening, McGuffin and Harry, two stinky chess baskets, can only talk about these things after three hundred rounds of magic and wizard chess.
But after chatting, the two could only come to an unreliable conclusion - Malfoy must have been thrown to the ground by the explosion, or smashed by something.
That's why he was not sent to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital.
"In this situation, it's hard to move Malfoy to other places, right? I'm sure his whole body will crack if touched." Harry guessed, and they wrote to Ron to discuss this issue, and he agreed with Harry's idea.
——This is their daily life at Hogwarts.
But this situation will not go on forever, after a week has passed.
Professor Dumbledore finally called them into his office again.
……
"Ah! (one tone)"
"Ah! (two tone)"
"Ah! (four tones)"
With Professor Dumbledore finally telling the two why they stayed and what the hell happened to Draco Malfoy.
In the process Harry ends up with three 'Ah! ' In response to the professor's answer, the chin dropped again and again.
In the end, it stretched almost to the bottom of the neck, looking as if someone had cast a transfiguration spell.
McGuffin didn't expect Snape to improve this 'big killer' again!
--hiss!
Horror!
Almost instantly, McGuffin, who understood the plot and Snape's wish, immediately made up a series of crazy and terrifying stories about potion masters.
I couldn't help but sweat for Harry.
Dangerous!
Big characters of 'dangerous'!
"Like I said... we've tried everything, and even Nick Flamel and Potions Master Malthys have confirmed that there is nothing we can do."
"At the request of Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy...and so that Dracora can have a normal school life in the future...I intend to perform an ancient magic ritual."
"An ancient spell from the Centaurs."
"The effect of this magic can change everyone's cognition, and the real change at the level of destiny makes Draco Malfoy truly become DeLS Malfoy."
"That is to say, all the evidence that proves that Malfoy is a little wizard...Photographs, memories, diaries, birth certificates, everything that exists in the world will be modified by this large-scale magical ritual."
As Dumbledore explained, McGuffin felt chills down his spine.
——Can such a thing be done?
The water in this world is deeper than he imagined.
(End of this chapter)
——Is this the only way?
Narcissa collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.
Lucius stared at Dumbledore angrily.
He's already backing Dumbledore all the way (so that the old guy can get the Hogwarts overhaul proposal passed at the board meeting)
But does this old guy only propose such a method?
How could he, how dare he!
Lucius was furious in his heart.
"Severus... what about you? Is there really no other way?"
Although Snape had his own little plans in mind, when facing the current Malfoy couple, he could also say weakly, "I don't know if anyone else can change this situation, but hurry up...Malfoy only has a week's time at most."
"After that, his changed state of body will be solidified..."
"Even if you go back to those medieval ages, you can't find a wizard to change it."
said Snape.
"But you are already the most famous potion master in England, or half of Europe. Snape, you can't leave Malfoy behind, he has always regarded you as the most respected professor!"
Narcissa was crying, her voice harsh and shrill.
"I know, I know, maybe you can find Marces..."
"Malces is the most famous and powerful potion master in the world. He should have a way."
"He is said to be hiding in a small wizarding village in northern Spain... Maybe you can find him."
"I have to admit that his attainments in potions should be higher than mine!"
Perhaps out of a little guilt, Snape made a suggestion.
"But other wizards say he's a crazy old man who hangs out with Muggles all the time, and he's even become an honorary professor at some Muggle university."
"We, the Malfoy family, have never had, nor do we want to associate with."
Malfoy said hesitantly.
But after thinking twice, he watched Narcissa look at him in despair, and let out a breath slowly, making a difficult decision.
"Okay! Then I'll go to Spain..."
"At the same time... Albus, can't you let Nick Flamel look at Malfoy? He is the greatest alchemist in modern history... There should be a way! And Newt Scamander. I know that when he was in Brazil on his adventures, he knew the Vampire Succubus there. Can I ask him about this potion?"
Facing this almost desperate choice, Lucius Malfoy began to regain his composure.
Several notes were quickly skipped in my mind, and I said them one by one.
"Albus, this is what you owe me. I fully support you in passing the Hogwarts overhaul and renovation proposal on the board of directors, and handing over this big cake to the Ministry of Magic to stabilize the crisis caused by the panic in the wizarding world these days."
"Letting Cornelius Fudge secure his rights..."
"You owe me all of this."
"What's more, in order to cooperate with your upright elf rights... I even lost the house elf that my family has always passed down."
"These are what you... owe me."
Lucius' eyeballs were bloodshot.
He has reached his limit,
The words that came out of his mouth didn't even know whether they were threats or pleadings.
"Okay, I'll talk to Nick, Newt. But don't get your hopes up too much. I personally believe that Severus is as good as anyone else."
Dumbledore didn't say it explicitly, but the implication was clear.
His way was the best for Dracora Malfoy, for Malfoy.
Lucius snorted coldly, "Narcissa, take care of Dracola and don't let other people harass you. I'll leave Newt Scamander and Nick Flamel's visits to you. I'll go to Spain to find that crazy old man..."
After speaking, Lucius Malfoy glanced at Dumbledore resentfully, tugged at the cuffs, and flattened the wizard's robe.
He strode out of Snape's potions office and went to the temporary Floo powder tunnel at Hogwarts.
……
It took several days for McGuffin and Harry to adjust to their new life at Hogwarts.
As the only two young wizards living alone at Hogwarts.
They had a strange new freedom.
The professors are busy supervising the wizards and goblins who are renovating Hogwarts, beware of them secretly unloading and taking away the magical artifacts with a long history of Hogwarts owners.
(Mostly the sneaky goblins, who've been chased away three or four times, because they're always trying to smuggle some historic iconography, some magical item... from here and get caught.)
Even Filch and his Mrs. Norris stopped paying attention to the two little wizards, and all his attention was on those alien wizards and goblins.
Always swinging the old magic oil lamp, patrolling the dark corridors.
Even after the curfew time at night, when they met McGuffin and Harry, they didn't say much, but asked instead.
"Did you see a goblin in a suit with glasses..."
Harry McGuffin shook his head again and again, and then he just let the two of them go.
From then on, they knew that as long as they didn't go too far, they could explore the secrets of Hogwarts, the secret rooms, the secret passages, and all the fascinating adventures that lay before the two of them.
Of course, those thesis assignments must be given to those who finish first.
Harry and McGuffin had breakfast in their dormitory every morning.
(The house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen cast a magic on a small table in their dormitory similar to the table in the auditorium, so that three meals a day can be delivered to that table on time. Because not only the auditorium, but also the common room of Gryffindor can not be used due to renovation)
The daily itinerary for the two of them is to go to the library. (Now there are no wizards and goblins here. After all, the books here are almost out of print and rare, not to mention the antiques in the restricted area. There will definitely be black wizards who will pay a lot of money to buy them.)
McGuffin's dissertation work was almost done. (He worked hard enough for the tasks assigned by the system. But he finally got a lot of talent points.)
Just looking at other books in the library now.
He likes to read other magic books to learn something about the magic world.
Because McGuffin discovered that wizards in history died just like Muggles, and they invented all kinds of weird spells, although now because of the emergence of modern magic, 80% of them are useless, repetitive, dangerous... magic spells that are difficult to cast and control.
But once a curse falls on one's head, understanding these at least allows you to know what happened, and find out the solution to the curse in a targeted manner.
Moreover, some books also introduce the rumored weird dark creatures, the world of wizards on all continents.
The world is big... not just a Hogwarts, a UK, a western world of wizarding wizards.
Looking at those books, McGuffin couldn't help but feel the idea of ending all this (after the blood curse, Voldemort's incident) and going to a bigger world and a farther place.
Hogwarts is not the only place in this world.
Those ancient magical relics buried under the dust, those fantastic magical landscapes different from Hogwarts Castle, various spells and customs...
In this way, I will not waste my other life in the world of HP.
After lunch in the library, they often stopped by Hagrid's.
See if there is anything that needs help.
In fact, the main reason is that the two of them can often meet some strange and magical creatures there.
And their little pets...Harry's Hedwig, McGuffin's Gallon and Sik also need to bask in the sun and run, otherwise they will all become moldy and fat.
In particular, Garen and Sick seemed to have made new friends, and became good friends with the Bowtruckle who had been lying on Hagrid's window.
I guess so? (These three little guys are always chasing each other on the roof, playing around...)
Listen to what Hagrid says - the Bowtruckle is a tree guard animal, found mainly in certain forests in western England, southern Germany and Scanvia.
"In the Forbidden Forest, there are many populations of little guys. In the fire of the previous incident, many Bowtruckle homes were destroyed. ... These little things are very sad."
"I took most of them under the eaves of my hut and let them live temporarily, so that it is convenient for me to take care of these little guys."
"The little ones get together so they don't get too sluggish."
Hagrid was talking to the two, with three or four shy little ones dangling from his thick, carrot-like fingers.
They avoided the curious eyes of McGuffin and Harry.
—These little things had two small brown eyes and a small body (about eight inches).
And from the outside, it is made of bark and twigs, so it is difficult for McGuffin and the others to find these little gadgets.
"The Bowtruckle is a peaceful, extremely shy creature that feeds on insects."
"There are a lot of wizards who love this little creature, but you have to be very careful when communicating with it. If the tree it's in is threatened, it'll jump down and use its long, sharp fingers to dig into the eyes of people trying to trim or damage the tree. I've seen a lot of idiot Muggles get their eyes scratched out."
"If a wizard offers a woodjack to a Bowtruckle, it will be soothed for a long time, so that he or she can take wood from the tree to make a wand."
Hagrid explained, spreading his hands and letting the little thing crawl back up the wooden wall of the hut.
"They are very useful to help me catch those little bugs on those tree houses."
"I hate these crawling bugs. I think of them as much as the carnivorous slugs that nearly ruined the pumpkin patch, and the thieves and goblins."
Perhaps because he was a big man, Hagrid took extra effort to clean up these little bugs, and always got twice the result with half the effort, which made him even more impatient.
In the end, these little bugs were even comparable to Professor Gilderoy Lockhart in his eyes.
Speaking of Professor Lockhart, his current situation was finally reported in detail by the [Daily Prophet]. For his (bald and crazy) 'end', some bookstores ushered in another carnival.
Harry had heard that Lockhart had been made a hero by the magical newspaper media.
In order to save a well-known little wizard (although he didn't say it explicitly, the implication is that wizards all over the UK know about it), he was seriously injured by a spell, which caused his brain to be confused and his appearance to be destroyed...
All this surprised and angered Harry.
And later, according to Ron's letter,
——The set of "The Adventures of Lockhart" that McGuffin and Harry asked him to handle (that is, the textbook of Defense Against the Dark Arts last semester), also took advantage of this opportunity to sell them all.
The price is not as low as they thought.
It seems that not only the Muggle society, even the wizarding world has this so-called 'celebrity consumption'.
——Consumerism and Gold Galleon exist the same no matter where they are.
In short, apart from these things other than Hogwarts and the overhaul and renovation, McGuffin and Harry often discussed why they stayed, and what happened to Malfoy?
(The school hospital has been completely closed, especially Malfoy has a separate ward... This is what the Weasleys told them when they visited Percy.)
And... the last time the centaur wanted Hagrid to pass on the magical ritual to Professor Dumbledore.
All this mixed together made the two even more puzzled.
In the evening, McGuffin and Harry, two stinky chess baskets, can only talk about these things after three hundred rounds of magic and wizard chess.
But after chatting, the two could only come to an unreliable conclusion - Malfoy must have been thrown to the ground by the explosion, or smashed by something.
That's why he was not sent to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital.
"In this situation, it's hard to move Malfoy to other places, right? I'm sure his whole body will crack if touched." Harry guessed, and they wrote to Ron to discuss this issue, and he agreed with Harry's idea.
——This is their daily life at Hogwarts.
But this situation will not go on forever, after a week has passed.
Professor Dumbledore finally called them into his office again.
……
"Ah! (one tone)"
"Ah! (two tone)"
"Ah! (four tones)"
With Professor Dumbledore finally telling the two why they stayed and what the hell happened to Draco Malfoy.
In the process Harry ends up with three 'Ah! ' In response to the professor's answer, the chin dropped again and again.
In the end, it stretched almost to the bottom of the neck, looking as if someone had cast a transfiguration spell.
McGuffin didn't expect Snape to improve this 'big killer' again!
--hiss!
Horror!
Almost instantly, McGuffin, who understood the plot and Snape's wish, immediately made up a series of crazy and terrifying stories about potion masters.
I couldn't help but sweat for Harry.
Dangerous!
Big characters of 'dangerous'!
"Like I said... we've tried everything, and even Nick Flamel and Potions Master Malthys have confirmed that there is nothing we can do."
"At the request of Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy...and so that Dracora can have a normal school life in the future...I intend to perform an ancient magic ritual."
"An ancient spell from the Centaurs."
"The effect of this magic can change everyone's cognition, and the real change at the level of destiny makes Draco Malfoy truly become DeLS Malfoy."
"That is to say, all the evidence that proves that Malfoy is a little wizard...Photographs, memories, diaries, birth certificates, everything that exists in the world will be modified by this large-scale magical ritual."
As Dumbledore explained, McGuffin felt chills down his spine.
——Can such a thing be done?
The water in this world is deeper than he imagined.
(End of this chapter)
