Chapter 816 Repair

What happened in Diagon Alley was not quickly known.

When Voldemort went on a killing spree, there were not many witnesses left. The main reason was that he killed some of the top people at the time, and basically no one escaped in the chaos. All of them became dead souls under his claws.

After his murderous intention receded, the life of this old dragon, which had been persecuted for a long time, also came to an end.

Being able to take revenge on those who have hurt it before death, I think Iron Belly will have no regrets.

But Mr. Voldemort was not happy. Without physical protection, he only felt cold all over his body.

"What on earth am I going to do again?" Mr. Dark Lord had a question mark on his forehead. This strange behavior pattern was completely inconsistent with his dark boss character. It was as if he had been influenced by something.

It must be all the fault of that magic book!

Decided to give up those pages of the magic book in my hands... No, wait!

Mr. Voldemort was horrified to realize that because he had changed his body, he did not have those items with him now.

So, what was he doing just now? Was he just thinking like a fool?

Mr. Fu was so angry that he trembled all over and stood there like a sieve for a long time. Then he calmed down and walked away.

In short, the first thing to do now is to gather all the subordinates and prepare for the next attack on Hogwarts.

I don’t believe that after Dumbledore was beaten to death, someone could still stop him!

And goblin weapons!

Those damn goblins, no, if they are goblins, maybe they can win over...

Thoughts in his mind went back and forth a thousand times, and the figure of Mr. Fu disappeared from where he was.

A week has passed since the chaos at Hogwarts, and the little wizards have been well trained by their professors.

Judging from Professor McGonagall's usual behavior, it would not be possible to leave the task of cleaning or rebuilding the castle to students to complete such a thing. However, he could not withstand the persuasion of professors from other colleges.

"Idiots and fools should have their own consciousness. Since they can't use their brains to understand the elegance of making potions, let them use their bodies to experience it!" This is Professor Snape.

McGonagall: "..."

No, I think you just want a little inner balance. After all, if cultivating immortals can't drag everyone else down, wouldn't it be too boring?

"Ah ha? Minerva, are you a little too biased? In this case, I need to give you a good talk. The little badgers usually help me with my work. What about this time when we need people everywhere? Can you allow your labor force to be wasted in front of your eyes?" Professor Sprout said with a sense of justice, without any guilt or guilty conscience for using students as coolies.

Professor McGonagall argued, "They come to learn magic, not to find a job."

But Professor Sprout looked at the Vice-Principal with shocked eyes, "Minerva, are you having a problem with your vacation? If the ultimate purpose of going to school is not to work, then why do they go to school? It's not like they're sitting at home. Does it smell good?"

"...Please stop using some weird words, okay, I understand..." Professor McGonagall was defeated.

As for Professor Flitwick, who finally came to persuade...

"Ho ho ho, Minerva, you are too worried about those little monkeys, haven't you noticed? During this disaster, the speed and accuracy of magic among the students who were willing to stay increased by several levels. "Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Magic is that kind of thing. The more you use it, the better you can understand it."

Well, since even the Charms Professor said so...

Lying on the soft four-poster bed, Robert felt pain all over his body.

I don’t know what the professors think, but they actually ask the young wizards to participate in the reconstruction of the college.

According to the original educational philosophy of Hogwarts, they might not have such intensive opportunities to use magic until graduation.

Every day, all the magic power was used to restore less than three square meters of land to its original state, including expelling the magic power contained in it and replanting the turf.

As for why it is so troublesome, Principal Dumbledore and Voldemort must still take the blame for this kind of thing.

The magic they used during the duel was so powerful that even the land they affected contained special magic.

For example, use the Fire Curse to kill the nutrients in the land, use the Blight Curse to kill the grass seeds in the land, and use the Avada Kedavra to kill the life in the land.

some type of.

Moreover, when the two of them were fighting, an existence called Yamata-no-Orochi by the people at the Magic Institute spilled a lot of blood on this land.

That is a symbol of poison and curse, and it must be removed quickly no matter what, otherwise even the water source in the Black Lake may be affected.

To the people in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, these may be small scenes, but to the little wizards, this really is not part of their business scope.

They are actually the ones who caused the destruction. No matter what, they still have to clean up their own mess...

Ah, Hogwarts is still destroyed, they can just find a new castle to go to school in or something...

Many little wizards have already begun to have such terrible thoughts, but fortunately, everything has returned to normal before they take action.

They can finally start classes!

There was never a moment when I expected to go to class, even if I would be scolded by the professor, it didn't matter.

I love taking classes and it’s great to be able to take them!

The little wizards burst into tears.

"This is really a moment of destruction and restoration of the crematorium." Robert muttered in a low voice, feeling unspeakably depressed, "Has Principal Dumbledore not woken up yet?"

Summers pushed up his non-existent glasses - he liked this action more and more, "No, according to Madam Pomfrey, he may need a long time to practice."

"Ah..." Robert didn't know how to interpret this sentence at all. Does it mean that Principal Dumbledore can't wake up again, or does it mean that he only needs a period of time to recover.

Stebbins walked in with a pile of desserts, "Aren't you going to get some snacks? I heard there is a dinner tonight, so the dinner is cancelled."

"No, no need." Robert lay back on the bed, "If you can, please let me sleep until tomorrow morning."

Summers and Stebbins laughed, "It seems that Professor Sprout is really strict."

"How much land have you plowed, Robert?"

How much land?

Robert tilted his head and thought about it. He didn't remember it himself. Anyway, it had to be repaired every day, and there was no end in sight.

"Probably... to the extent that he can become the trump card of the team that reverses accidental magical events!" He said boldly, successfully amusing his two roommates.