Chapter 186 Who is the next unlucky guy?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
It doesn't matter if it's a person, the key is who that person is.
Xenophilius walked carefully through the maze of books and squatted in front of Luna.
"There are many wonderful things in this world, but our lifespan is limited."
"Daddy, can't we waste every precious day?"
"Yes."
There was a hint of understanding on her little face, "Dad, I will definitely find that person!"
Xenophilius smiled and took her little hand, "I think you will definitely need it."
He rummaged through piles of small boxes to find a pair of oddly shaped glasses.
The frame is full of fine patterns and patterns, and the overall look is very much like an owl with spread wings.
The lenses on both sides are different colors, light pink on the left and light blue on the right.
It seems to have used a decorative magic, and the whole pair of glasses is still emitting a faint light.
"Dad, what is this?"
"A pair of glasses that can see the real world."
After Luna puts it on, there are only two colors left in the world in front of her eyes.
From time to time, you can still see some small white dots floating.
Her originally disappointed little face became excited in an instant.
"Daddy, what are those little things?"
Xenophilius mysteriously took out a booklet.
"They're invisible creatures that float into one's ear and mess up one's brain. I call them harassing flies."
"It's amazing!" Luna looked at the whole room with her glasses on.
Her gaze was fixed on the position where the most harassing gadfly was.
There was a scroll of parchment with many strange designs on it.
"It's a magic rune, and I'm writing a story in it."
Luna looked at it for a long time with her head tilted, and even longer after taking off her glasses.
She seemed interested in magical runes, and even more interested in this report that attracted the Harass Gad.
"Dad, is it about the Philosopher's Stone?"
Xenophilius nodded without any surprise.
"Gringotts was mysteriously invaded, after which the Philosopher's Stone was put into Hogwarts Castle..."
What he narrated is basically consistent with the "Daily Prophet".
But the final culprit was not Quirrell.
"Quirinas is just a scapegoat launched by the Ministry of Magic. The Philosopher's Stone must be targeted by the dark forces."
Luna blinked her eyes wide, "Dad, so who exactly showed up that day?"
"Gellert Grindelwald will not be able to get out of Nurmengard, so there is only one possibility left."
"Then drive him away..."
"Yes, Quirinus only has the upper body and one hand now. If he is with that man, Fudge has done another stupid thing."
Xenophilius' face was full of disgust, "This is the most stupid minister in history, and he even hired six children to act."
"Dad, we have to expose the truth."
"Yes, we have to wake up more people."
The father and daughter with big brains sat down and talked a lot.
The magic runes on the parchment were also filled little by little.
……
……
January 1th is the last day of the Christmas holiday.
Perenal also prepared a good lunch.
This time the macarons were divided into four.
Dumbledore was in favor of her decision.
Except for the occasional grimace from Vincent, the whole meal was quite quiet.
After meal.
Nico asked Dabai to bring a small silver-white box.
"It has a variety of camouflage modes, and you can put your super-your gun blade in it."
Judging by the color and weight, this also appears to be made of mithril.
"Albus will go through the relevant formalities." He looked at Dumbledore, "You need to apply the Untraceable Stretching Curse yourself."
Vincent knew that the spell was strictly controlled.
If wizards abused it at will, maybe a Muggle would enter a toilet at random and find that it could accommodate hundreds of people.
Therefore, the Untraceable Stretching Charm cannot be used for personal use, only for individual items approved by the relevant Ministry of Magic.
Examples include school suitcases, tents, and small cloth bags provided by businesses.
Dumbledore nodded slightly to Vincent, agreeing to teach him the spell.
"Teacher, is there any more?"
Nicole's eyelids twitched a little, "You have my manuscript, you just need to be more familiar with the six steps before alchemy."
"But I don't have the materials."
In line with the principle of squeezing what can be squeezed, Vincent wrapped around his right hand and shook it.
"You don't want my little apprentice to only do the final cohesion, do you?"
"I can provide a little bit of scarcity."
Dumbledore turned his head in disbelief.
No one is perfect, not even the legendary alchemist who lived 666 years.
"Teacher, how can I contact you in the future?"
"It's very simple, just need a double-sided mirror."
"Ahem—" He tried to get the attention of the two of them.
Vincent ignored him at all, "That's great, so I can go to you if I have any questions I don't understand."
"Cough-cough-"
Compared to Dumbledore's resentful eyes, Nicole now cares more about his apprentices.
"I still have a lot of things in the vault in Gringotts, and I will modify the heir at that time."
"Thank you, teacher!"
Dumbledore walked into the alchemy elevator with a wry smile.
He came outside the building, turned around and quietly looked at the building that was so incompatible with the surroundings.
It may be a long time before we meet again.
Nicole's "funeral" date has been decided on summer vacation,
After destroying the Philosopher's Stone, he will return to Hogwarts with Vincent.
With Snape taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class temporarily, the level of the students should be greatly improved.
But this is not a long-term solution after all.
The one who cursed this position was Tom, who had failed to apply for a job.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts hasn't made it through a year since.
For decades, he has had a headache every year about candidates for new professors.
Last year, Quirrell, who taught Muggle studies, took the initiative to stand up, and then he was spotted by Tom when he returned from a trip to Albania.
This year's new professor, let alone an application, probably few would dare to invite him personally.
"Professor, what are you thinking?"
Dumbledore moved his gaze down the top floor, and saw Vincent's little face with a half-smile.
"Thinking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Are you finally going to fire Professor Snape?"
"No." As if he was used to it, he didn't feel that this guess was outrageous.
It's not that he hasn't thought about lifting the curse, but unfortunately he hasn't had a clue for decades.
"What do you think of Alastor?"
Vincent almost fell to the ground in fright from this big smiling face.
He took a step back with wary eyes, "Professor, do you have any grudges against Mr. Moody?"
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "No."
"Well, it seems that you are worrying about who to find to be the poor guy."
Vincent, who patted his little heart, blinked his big eyes.
"I think Professor Snape is pretty good, why not let him be the unlucky-new professor?"
"Ah—" Dumbledore sighed.
He sincerely hoped that Snape would make it through next term.
Otherwise, two unlucky ones would have to be recruited—two new professors.
……
……
Xenophilius walked carefully through the maze of books and squatted in front of Luna.
"There are many wonderful things in this world, but our lifespan is limited."
"Daddy, can't we waste every precious day?"
"Yes."
There was a hint of understanding on her little face, "Dad, I will definitely find that person!"
Xenophilius smiled and took her little hand, "I think you will definitely need it."
He rummaged through piles of small boxes to find a pair of oddly shaped glasses.
The frame is full of fine patterns and patterns, and the overall look is very much like an owl with spread wings.
The lenses on both sides are different colors, light pink on the left and light blue on the right.
It seems to have used a decorative magic, and the whole pair of glasses is still emitting a faint light.
"Dad, what is this?"
"A pair of glasses that can see the real world."
After Luna puts it on, there are only two colors left in the world in front of her eyes.
From time to time, you can still see some small white dots floating.
Her originally disappointed little face became excited in an instant.
"Daddy, what are those little things?"
Xenophilius mysteriously took out a booklet.
"They're invisible creatures that float into one's ear and mess up one's brain. I call them harassing flies."
"It's amazing!" Luna looked at the whole room with her glasses on.
Her gaze was fixed on the position where the most harassing gadfly was.
There was a scroll of parchment with many strange designs on it.
"It's a magic rune, and I'm writing a story in it."
Luna looked at it for a long time with her head tilted, and even longer after taking off her glasses.
She seemed interested in magical runes, and even more interested in this report that attracted the Harass Gad.
"Dad, is it about the Philosopher's Stone?"
Xenophilius nodded without any surprise.
"Gringotts was mysteriously invaded, after which the Philosopher's Stone was put into Hogwarts Castle..."
What he narrated is basically consistent with the "Daily Prophet".
But the final culprit was not Quirrell.
"Quirinas is just a scapegoat launched by the Ministry of Magic. The Philosopher's Stone must be targeted by the dark forces."
Luna blinked her eyes wide, "Dad, so who exactly showed up that day?"
"Gellert Grindelwald will not be able to get out of Nurmengard, so there is only one possibility left."
"Then drive him away..."
"Yes, Quirinus only has the upper body and one hand now. If he is with that man, Fudge has done another stupid thing."
Xenophilius' face was full of disgust, "This is the most stupid minister in history, and he even hired six children to act."
"Dad, we have to expose the truth."
"Yes, we have to wake up more people."
The father and daughter with big brains sat down and talked a lot.
The magic runes on the parchment were also filled little by little.
……
……
January 1th is the last day of the Christmas holiday.
Perenal also prepared a good lunch.
This time the macarons were divided into four.
Dumbledore was in favor of her decision.
Except for the occasional grimace from Vincent, the whole meal was quite quiet.
After meal.
Nico asked Dabai to bring a small silver-white box.
"It has a variety of camouflage modes, and you can put your super-your gun blade in it."
Judging by the color and weight, this also appears to be made of mithril.
"Albus will go through the relevant formalities." He looked at Dumbledore, "You need to apply the Untraceable Stretching Curse yourself."
Vincent knew that the spell was strictly controlled.
If wizards abused it at will, maybe a Muggle would enter a toilet at random and find that it could accommodate hundreds of people.
Therefore, the Untraceable Stretching Charm cannot be used for personal use, only for individual items approved by the relevant Ministry of Magic.
Examples include school suitcases, tents, and small cloth bags provided by businesses.
Dumbledore nodded slightly to Vincent, agreeing to teach him the spell.
"Teacher, is there any more?"
Nicole's eyelids twitched a little, "You have my manuscript, you just need to be more familiar with the six steps before alchemy."
"But I don't have the materials."
In line with the principle of squeezing what can be squeezed, Vincent wrapped around his right hand and shook it.
"You don't want my little apprentice to only do the final cohesion, do you?"
"I can provide a little bit of scarcity."
Dumbledore turned his head in disbelief.
No one is perfect, not even the legendary alchemist who lived 666 years.
"Teacher, how can I contact you in the future?"
"It's very simple, just need a double-sided mirror."
"Ahem—" He tried to get the attention of the two of them.
Vincent ignored him at all, "That's great, so I can go to you if I have any questions I don't understand."
"Cough-cough-"
Compared to Dumbledore's resentful eyes, Nicole now cares more about his apprentices.
"I still have a lot of things in the vault in Gringotts, and I will modify the heir at that time."
"Thank you, teacher!"
Dumbledore walked into the alchemy elevator with a wry smile.
He came outside the building, turned around and quietly looked at the building that was so incompatible with the surroundings.
It may be a long time before we meet again.
Nicole's "funeral" date has been decided on summer vacation,
After destroying the Philosopher's Stone, he will return to Hogwarts with Vincent.
With Snape taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class temporarily, the level of the students should be greatly improved.
But this is not a long-term solution after all.
The one who cursed this position was Tom, who had failed to apply for a job.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts hasn't made it through a year since.
For decades, he has had a headache every year about candidates for new professors.
Last year, Quirrell, who taught Muggle studies, took the initiative to stand up, and then he was spotted by Tom when he returned from a trip to Albania.
This year's new professor, let alone an application, probably few would dare to invite him personally.
"Professor, what are you thinking?"
Dumbledore moved his gaze down the top floor, and saw Vincent's little face with a half-smile.
"Thinking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Are you finally going to fire Professor Snape?"
"No." As if he was used to it, he didn't feel that this guess was outrageous.
It's not that he hasn't thought about lifting the curse, but unfortunately he hasn't had a clue for decades.
"What do you think of Alastor?"
Vincent almost fell to the ground in fright from this big smiling face.
He took a step back with wary eyes, "Professor, do you have any grudges against Mr. Moody?"
Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "No."
"Well, it seems that you are worrying about who to find to be the poor guy."
Vincent, who patted his little heart, blinked his big eyes.
"I think Professor Snape is pretty good, why not let him be the unlucky-new professor?"
"Ah—" Dumbledore sighed.
He sincerely hoped that Snape would make it through next term.
Otherwise, two unlucky ones would have to be recruited—two new professors.
……
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