Chapter 402 Helga: Could someone really be so unlucky?

After settling down in the mansion, Les did not bother the Greengrass family too much. He just asked the house-elf Doudou to prepare a midnight snack for him, and then went into the guest bathroom to take a shower.

The next morning, when Les showed up at the breakfast table, Daphne and Astoria's eyes widened in surprise.

"Les, you--" Daphne opened her mouth slightly. She was so overwhelmed by the sudden surprise that she didn't even know what to say.

"I came out of the old Gaunt house a little too late yesterday, so I ran to your house!" While putting runny sunny-side-up eggs, slightly yellowed white bread, crispy bacon and sizzling sausages on his plate, Les told Daphne the reason why he came here.

Although the reason was completely unconvincing, Daphne and Astoria were still very happy.

"Any plans?" Astoria asked Les tentatively about his next plans after spreading a thin layer of jam on her bread.

"Of course, enjoy the vacation." Rice said without any hesitation.

He had been bossed around by Helga this semester, so he needed to take a good rest. But before he could relax and enjoy himself, he had to go see Helga.

Rice planned to share his findings with her.

But at this time, Les was shocked to find that he seemed to be too distant from his old friend Helga - he didn't even know where she planned to stay during the holidays.

After calming down and thinking for two seconds, Les thought of three places Helga might go.

First is Diagon Alley. She might rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron and live there for a long summer vacation. This life is the most comfortable and relaxed, and she can go to Diagon Alley every day.

Helga may also rent a house in Hogsmeade. As far as Rice knows, Professor McGonagall also has a house in Hogsmeade Village, so the possibility of her being roommates with McGonagall cannot be ruled out.

The last possibility is that she stays in Hogwarts and continues to work on her orders - Helga's business has been booming recently, and there are too many orders to finish them, so it is really possible that she will not go anywhere during the summer vacation and just stay in her office to work.

Les felt that the last possibility was quite high. In the past, the four of them did live in the castle often...

Thinking of this, Les suddenly didn't want to see Helga so much. He still wanted to enjoy his summer vacation!

After thinking carefully for a while, Rice decided to communicate with Helga by email and talk to her about the arrangements for the next semester.

Anyway, he would not set foot in Hogwarts during the holidays! He is a student now, is it reasonable for him to go to school during the holidays? !

After making up his mind, Les immediately began to write to Helga, and he even planned to send the resurrection stone ring along with the letter.

What Rice didn't know was that his good friend Helga Hufflepuff was in a little trouble at this moment.

boom!

"Damn it, cough cough..."

There was an explosion in Helga's office, followed by a cloud of smoke coming out of the office window.

Helga, who used the alias Smith White, pushed open the door, allowing the thick smoke in the office to dissipate faster.

"Wait, I'm really dizzy..." It was not until the fresh air from the window rushed in and formed a convection with the open door that the dusty Helga came to her senses: she could clearly use a spell to disperse the smoke!

"Am I really getting senile?" Helga showed a hint of doubt on her face.

She couldn't understand why she, an experienced wizard, didn't think of using magic to solve the problem this time? It only took a simple spell to solve it...

Helga hurriedly pulled out the spell, and just as she was about to disperse the smoke, she suddenly remembered a special function of Hogwarts Castle.

"Don't--" A trace of despair flashed across Helga's face.

Before she could react, the thick smoke triggered the castle's built-in fireproof spell. The ceiling above the corridor instantly turned into the same sky as the auditorium, and then heavy rain poured down.

Helga:…

And it wasn't just the corridor that was raining. The fire-proof spell they left behind had intelligently found the source of the smoke and then extended the cumulonimbus cloud into her office.

Then her office looked like it had been ravaged by a hundred Salazars.

The fireproof spell was set up by the four of them in order to prevent fires inside the castle. In order to prevent sabotage, they also strengthened the fireproof spell. Once it is triggered, ordinary "Spell Stop" will not work at all. Only someone like the principal who has extremely high control over the castle can stop the operation of the fireproof spell.

Of course, they also considered the problem of accidental triggering, so the sensitivity of this spell is very general, and it is quite difficult to trigger it. There is a little wizard in Gryffindor who has the talent to add explosion effects to various spells, but he has been studying at Hogwarts for three years and has never triggered the castle's fireproof spell.

In fact, the number of people who can trigger this spell is so rare that no one knows that the castle has such magical powers.

Helga naturally had the authority to terminate the weather spell in front of her, but she looked at everything in front of her and simply gave up resistance, not wanting to do anything.

Destroy it, hurry up.

Helga felt like something was wrong with her recently. She was unlucky in everything she did and sometimes choked when she drank water.

Just now, when she was making the parts of a doll, she didn't know which spell or which part went wrong, but the doll exploded violently as soon as it was assembled.

If Helga hadn't been so powerful, the explosion would have killed her. Now she was just covered in dirt. If it were anyone else, they would have died here long ago.

"Something's wrong. Something's very wrong." Helga muttered to herself.

If this happened only once or twice, it would be bad luck for her, and Helga would have considered herself unlucky. But these bad things happened too frequently, to the point of being abnormal.

Helga suddenly remembered an absurd rumor that her old friend Salazar had told her.

Defense Against the Dark Arts Curse!

Anyone can only work in this position for one year. If you want to renew your contract after one year, you have to pay a huge price. So far, no one has been able to last a second year. Some professors have even paid the price of their lives. For example, a professor was killed by a wild boar a few years ago. It is unbelievable.

Helga counted on her fingers and realized that she had been working hard for a full year. Could it be that the legendary curse had also taken effect on her? But she didn't realize that she was cursed? !

Helga was lost and confused.

She could still tell whether someone was cursed or not. Moreover, what kind of curse could curse a wizard of her level and have such an effect?

"Professor White, are you okay?" Dumbledore's voice came from not far away.

Helga turned her head and saw Dumbledore standing not far away, staring at the ceiling where heavy rain was falling.

"Hogwarts Castle always surprises me. I have worked and lived here for so many years, but this is the first time I know that it can rain on the ceiling here."

"Hogwarts Castle is our greatest wealth." After hearing Dumbledore's words, Helga felt a little better.

She said that after thousands of years, no one fully understood the spell attached to the castle.

This is the truth.

Even as one of the founders of Hogwarts, Helga felt that the castle was a little strange now. In the past thousand years, too many brilliant wizards had added their own traces here, and it had changed a lot from what it was back then.

Of course, the most basic and fundamental things have not changed, such as Rowena's moving stairs and the stairs for the women's dormitory built by Godric.

"I think the teachers and students of Hogwarts are our greatest wealth." Dumbledore retorted to Professor White with a smile.

Helga was stunned and said Dumbledore was right.

"That's a question that has no fixed answer. Everyone has different ideas - don't you plan to stop the rain?" Dumbledore pointed to the ceiling where it was raining.

At this time, there was already a layer of water in the corridor, and Helga's office was already soaked by the flood.

Helga nodded, and used her authority to forcibly shut down the weather spell. She then waved her wand to clear away the water on the ground.

"Do you need help?" A flame appeared on Dumbledore's fingertips.

He felt that he could use the power of his field to help Professor White clean up her office.

"Thank you." Helga was capable of cleaning up the office by herself, but considering her amazing luck recently, she decided to ask Dumbledore to help her.

Dumbledore didn't waste any time and immediately manipulated the power of the domain to try to restore the flooded office to normal.

Then the power of the domain reacted miraculously with the power within the puppet parts stored in the office, and before Dumbledore could react, a new explosion occurred.

boom!

Helga skillfully created a wall to block the shock wave of the explosion.

Dumbledore was silent. The scene before him brought back many memories.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before seemed to have experienced the same thing, except that Professor White's scene was particularly exciting.

"Professor White, are you still planning to take over the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester? There are actually many other teaching positions available in the school." Dumbledore remembered his original intention of coming here today.

He felt that for Professor White's physical and mental health, it would be better to provide her with another job.

"Do it! Why not!" Helga was also aroused.

She really planned to continue teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. She wanted to see what this so-called curse could do to her.

Dumbledore: ...

Looking at the office that had been reduced to ruins, he suddenly felt that Professor White seemed particularly stubborn.

"Well... okay." Dumbledore decided to respect Professor White's choice. However, he would also make preparations for both situations and start looking for backup candidates for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to avoid being caught off guard.

"This is the contract. If you change your mind, please let me know." Dumbledore took out a roll of parchment and handed it to Helga with a complicated expression.

Helga signed her name on it without even looking at it.

"Good luck." Dumbledore left.

Helga began to tidy up her office.

She disposed of the completely useless items first, and then packed the still usable items into the package.

Looking at the scattered parts and debris on the ground, Helga felt a little heartbroken: all the hard work of several days was wasted.

She had already produced most of the parts for the order and was just waiting to assemble them for shipment, but the two explosions wiped out all her efforts.

"Ah..." Helga sighed.

dong dong!

Just then an owl flew in through the open window with a letter.

It looked at the messy office, and a hint of confusion flashed in its big eyes.

However, as an owl, the recipient's environment is not something it should care about. It only needs to deliver the letter.

It landed directly on Helga's shoulder and held the claw with a letter tied to it in front of her.

"Thank you." Helga thanked the hardworking little owl, and took out a piece of jerky from her arms and fed it to the owl.

While the owl was enjoying his jerky, she took the letter in her hands, opened it and began to read.

The letter was from her old friend Salazar, and it came with a ring.

Helga's expression gradually changed with the content of the letter. When Salazar mentioned whether she would continue to work in the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, Helga showed a bitter smile on her face: she would definitely continue to work until she solved the so-called curse.

If even she backs down, who else can solve this problem?

When she saw the part about the resurrection stone ring, her expression immediately became serious: A stone that can resurrect the dead? The Three Deathly Hallows? This is really interesting.

Helga put the resurrection stone ring in her arms and planned to study it later.

After reading Salazar's letter, Helga fell into deep thought.

If Salazar could come, it would be much easier for her, right? At least she wouldn't have to make the parts by herself.

Once this idea came into mind, it immediately took root in Helga's heart.

Without hesitation, she began to write a reply to Salazar and tied the letter to the owl's foot.

During this time, the owl stood obediently on her shoulder and enjoyed the jerky she gave him.

"Go." She patted the owl's wings affectionately, indicating that it could go.

The owl flapped its wings and flew up, leaving a puddle of guano on Helga's shoulder.

Helga:…

She cleared the dirt off her shoulder expressionlessly, then walked back to her dungeon without looking back.

After some twists and turns, she finally arrived there. This is her exclusive classroom, a relatively safe place.

In the dungeon, those terrible and unfortunate things finally stopped happening, and Helga could wait for Salazar's arrival with peace of mind.

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