Hogwarts main castle.
Transfiguration Office.
Next to the swaying fireplace, Dumbledore was holding a thick and old book in one hand, his body sunken deeply into the sofa.
Next to him, there was an old-looking radio.
"Some time ago, Grindelwald and his saints attacked the Ministry of Magic of Odili. Currently, the entire magical management of Odili has been taken over by the saints..."
"Matthew Peters, vice president of the International United Magical Association, called on everyone to restrain themselves, not to be blinded by hatred, and to actively negotiate..."
"It is said that Hogwarts has secretly helped Odili Ministry of Magic, but the principal Armando Dippet refused to answer this question. Is he acquiescing..."
A hoarse announcement came from the radio.
Dumbledore listened intently from time to time.
Behind the spectacle lenses that reflected the dancing sparks, the blue pupils reflected the light of wisdom from time to time.
When the radio broadcasts useless news.
He focused on the books in front of him.
The thick books record inscrutable magical knowledge.
It was the latest alchemical knowledge and ancient secrets that Nico Flamel gave him a few days ago.
The novel knowledge brought Dumbledore a happy mood.
A stark contrast to the bad news.
When you see how the ancient warlocks use natural power to release a large range of forbidden magic.
He couldn't help but pick up the honey water at hand, take a sip, and slap the armrest of the sofa hard while humming an unknown tune.
Dumbledore's taste in music was enough to send someone into cardiac arrest.
Fox, who was sleeping lightly, could tolerate the scratchy radio. But I can't stand his 'noise' at all.
Fox couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head, spread his beautiful wings, and fanned fiercely, trying to attract his master's attention and let him see his dissatisfaction.
But Dumbledore didn't care at all...
Finally, Fox's anger reached its peak.
It flew away from the stand angrily.
The rush of air above his head woke Dumbledore up.
He felt Fox's dissatisfaction, but it was too late to comfort him. In fact, even if he had time, Fox wouldn't listen...
Fawkes had already pointed his beak at Dumbledore's head like a woodpecker pecking at wood.
Although it didn't hurt, it gave Dumbledore an electric soreness.
After a few breaths, Fox suddenly stopped moving.
He tilted his head and looked out the window with doubtful eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, a relieved Dumbledore was left behind and flew out the window alone.
Not long after, Fox came back with a silver-white bat behind him.
Dumbledore, in his moment of sage, looked at the Patronus expressionlessly.
"Albus, something happened in Hogsmeade. I have arranged for the prefects of each college to thoroughly check whether there are students who have not returned to Hogwarts. You should come to the principal's office now."
A solemn male voice came from the bat, and then the bat disappeared into the air.
Dumbledore, in his moment of sage, quickly found his feelings.
He quickly stood up and waved his magic wand, turning the sofa back into a book, and at the same time, all the scattered items returned to where they should be. Finally, he raised his hand and caught the coat that flew from the hanger.
While sorting out her clothes, she walked out the door.
He closed the door with his feet. When he came outside, Dumbledore was fully dressed, and Fawkes landed on his shoulders tacitly.
Wait until Dumbledore hurriedly came to the principal's office.
In the principal's office at this time, in addition to principal Armando Dippet, there were also vice principal Brent Fergus and three other college deans who delivered a message to him.
The other teachers took advantage of their free time on weekends to attend to their own personal matters.
"Didn't you go to a meeting?"
As soon as he entered the door, Dumbledore was surprised to find that there were so many people there, and he asked in confusion.
"We were in a meeting, but the director of the Education Office of the Ministry of Magic suddenly said that a member of the Hogsmeade tribe died suddenly. Since he had to deal with this matter, we also had to come back to protect the safety of the little wizards. So the meeting ended in a hurry."
Slughorn was sweating. He was afraid of war and saw Dumbledore coming.
He told Dumbledore everything he knew.
"Ahem, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will arrive shortly. Wait for the prefect to come and report the number of students. If there are students still in Hogsmeade, we will rescue them."
Seeing that several of the strongest backbone wizards in the school had arrived, the elderly principal Armando coughed and spoke slowly in a hoarse old voice.
"Can you tell me what happened in Hogsmeade?"
This...Dumbledore is still a little confused, why should he save...
"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm old and don't have enough energy. I get lost in thought when I think. I'm a little confused... Let me think about it..."
Principal Armando Dippet said nonchalantly, which seemed abnormal no matter how you looked at it.
Dumbledore looked it up and down carefully.
The blue eyes filled with magic seem to glow like lasers.
However, nothing was found.
After all, here are the four major deans and principals and vice presidents. No one should be able to silently control Armando Dippet, one of the most powerful principals in the wizarding world.
I have doubts in my heart, but I can't question them without reason.
"Maybe it's because there are so many things at school and they happen suddenly, which makes me a little nervous. Is the accident that Gellert mentioned... could it be this incident?"
Dumbledore put away his scrutinizing gaze and lowered his head to collect his thoughts silently.
The whole process is quick and discreet.
Only the deputy headmaster Brent Fergus gave Dumbledore a subtle glance.
"Five o'clock in the afternoon is the time stipulated by the school that students need to return to the castle from Hogsmeade, except for specially approved senior students."
After a pause, Armando Dippet glanced at Dumbledore and then continued.
"Of course, there are always students who are late for various reasons. We only deduct corresponding college points and do not impose severe penalties on them."
"After returning from the Ministry of Magic, I wanted to confirm with the informants in Hogsmeade Village whether any of our students had been affected. But I found that the means of contact have been cut off."
"Elf..."
Bernice Leslie, Head of Hufflepuff, who looked like a kind old lady, spoke up.
"I ordered more than one elf to check, but the elves who came back alive told me that they cannot apparate directly in. No matter which direction you look at, the entire Hogsmeade village seems to be covered with a pot lid. Anything is allowed in and out. I guess it's war magic, the kind of barrier that seals off a city."
"Still alive? Could it be that?"
The head of Hufflepuff gasped.
"I gave them a death order. They must go in to investigate the situation no matter what. At most, one of them will come back and report the situation to me."
Principal Armando looked at her with an expression on his face, nodded and said.
"Oh my God!"
The one who screamed this time was Horace Slughorn, the head of Slytherin and the fat walrus-like man.
Bernice Leslie, the head of Hufflepuff, couldn't help but speak again.
"Does the elf need treatment?"
"Send it to him for treatment, otherwise you would still be able to listen to its nonsense with your own ears..."
Afterwards, there was silence in the office...everyone was thinking...and waiting for news...
In short, it was a long period of silence.
