The chaotic Quidditch match ended like this, and Hufflepuff won the match. Tomorrow was supposed to be the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but because of the Dementor's loss of control, Hogg... Watts' professors ordered the game to be suspended until it was safe to resume.
Of course, this had little to do with Bree, who was sitting in Snape's office with a sigh. After Snape brought him back to the office, Dumbledore rushed from the funeral of Nico Flamel. Came back and summoned all the professors for discussion.
On Bri's neck, a small green snake hissed and breathed, and it gently pressed against Bri's cheek to express intimacy.
The cold touch attracted Bri's attention. This was a very strange feeling. The blood connection made Bri feel novel.
"Don't make trouble."
Let Xiao Cyan change from the physical body back to the illusory patron saint state, and Bree looked at the door that slowly opened.
Snape's sinister face was revealed. He looked at the slowly disappearing guardian spirit light on Bree with inquiry and said: "I hope you haven't waited too long, Oded. Now Dumbledore wants to see you, and so do the professors... ...You used your so-called new magic to kill a lot of dementors..."
Snape narrowed his eyes. You must know that Dementors are said to be unkillable and are walkers of death. However, under Bree's strange patronus, they turned into fly ash in an instant and disappeared without a trace. This is indeed a kind of death.
Bree stood up when she heard the sound, and looking past Snape, Bree seemed to see someone from the Ministry of Magic.
Snape also felt the guy behind him. He frowned and said, "I think the Ministry of Magic does not have the right to arrest students without permission. At least you have to take out the arrest warrant and let the professors see his students." What crime was committed?”
"Ahem, Professor Snape."
The two Aurors behind Snape looked worried. They just followed the order of the Minister of Magic to arrest Bree, and the charge was to kill the Dementors, employees of the Ministry of Magic.
But everyone knew that those soul-eating monsters were out of control, and what Bree did at that time was completely self-defense and counterattack, so the Ministry of Magic could not stand at all at this time.
Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the two Aurors, Snape smiled disdainfully and snorted: "Please go find Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore agrees... then you can come to Slytherin again."
Snape waved to Bree and strode towards the corridor. The two Aurors immediately moved out of the way, not daring to block Snape's way. Seeing this, Bree followed suit in a stroll.
The two Aurors looked at each other and spread their hands helplessly.
"Let's go, the minister doesn't really want to catch Bree Old."
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Draco was standing nervously at the stairs on the first floor. When Snape came out, he swallowed his saliva and said loudly: "Dean, where is Bree?"
Snape glanced at Draco and walked straight upstairs.
"Don't waste too much time on unnecessary things. Your magic will cause more trouble than this."
Bree, who was following Snape, heard what Snape was saying from a distance, smiled, and said to Draco, who was waiting nervously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bree was fine: "Don't worry, I'm not here." I did not violate the laws of the Ministry of Magic, nor did I violate the school rules. I even said that I was acting bravely, Draco."
Bree raised her eyebrows, but her mind was thinking about the next arrangement.
"Oh, stop messing around and be calm. If I had known that Quidditch would get you into trouble, I shouldn't have rejoined." Draco looked at Bree's casual look and said angrily: "I'm going to quit the Quidditch game in a minute. Our match against Ravenclaw has been postponed anyway, and I think Slytherin can find a suitable player."
"Haha, Draco, don't be like this. I have a sense of proportion. Although this matter is a bit beyond my expectations, I can still control the follow-up. There may be surprises. Anyway..."
Bree looked at the two Aurors walking by. The two Aurors frowned when they saw Bree and Draco standing together, but they quickly walked out of the castle.
Draco frowned and watched the Auror leave.
"I'm going to find my dad..."
Before Draco could finish speaking, Bree interrupted him and said, "Draco."
Bree smiled when Draco stopped what he was about to say.
"Don't worry about unnecessary trivial matters. The Ministry of Magic will ultimately suffer in this matter."
The wand on Bree's wrist popped out, and he saw Bree grabbing the wand and writing and drawing in the air. A stream of letters jumped and sorted to form a thousand origami cranes composed of magic letters.
"Do me a favor and go to the Owlery and let it fly. Only that can deliver the letter. This is the magic of Hogwarts."
After Bree finished speaking, he walked upstairs. Now the professors are probably waiting for Bree to explain the magic of that huge entity and the patron saint with the breath of life.
Eighth floor, principal's room——
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, originally discussing Dementors with Professor Snape, while Professor Sprout was sitting on the sofa nearby, looking at Bree gently, and Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. Sitting aside, drinking tea, Professor Flitwick on the other side held a book about the magic of summoning guardians, and he was immersed in reading it.
"I hope I didn't upset you, Oded."
Dumbledore continued: "The frightened little wizards were all arranged to rest, but we have to ask you about the magic that happened not long ago."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, but the crescent moon glasses covered this up well, making Bree unable to see the true thoughts revealed in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Perhaps you can show it. I was at the funeral of a friend of mine, so I didn't see it."
Speaking of friends, Dumbledore sighed slightly.
Brie did not mention magic first, but said: "It must be Mr. Flamel, but unfortunately I am in class and cannot go in person."
"Yes, Nico Flamel's death is a great helplessness for the wizarding world, but it was his own choice." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Let's talk about what happened in the stadium today first. The professors were very interested.”
"As you wish."
The conversation between Dumbledore and Bree attracted the attention of the other professors. They all put down what they were doing and stared at Bree's raised hand.
"Calling the gods to protect..."
Brie can perform magic silently and without a wand. Under the current situation, he did not hide it. At this time, he whispered a magic spell, and a blue, transparent, snake-like guardian spirit slowly condensed on his hand. This It is the illusory state of the patron saint.
Soon, he saw that the patron saint in Brie's hand gradually solidified, and the blue and transparent body faded away, and a small cyan snake slowly appeared.
The little green snake is no different from a normal creature, and Brie can even touch its beating heart with her hands.
"Go ahead."
Following Bree's soft voice, a little mist emerged from the little green snake's body, soared into the air, and wandered around Wugen Wuping's office.
Dumbledore smiled and waved, and the little green snake came to Dumbledore's eyes under Bree's instruction.
Looking at the little green snake, Dumbledore's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes became deeper and incomprehensible.
The other professors also gathered around to find out what was going on and were amazed.
"This is indeed a very new kind of magic, Oded." Dumbledore was the first to come out of the state of inquiry. He looked at Bree and said: "You did a good job today, otherwise I am not sure whether there will be any children." Wizard in danger."
Suddenly thinking of Harry... Dumbledore sighed and continued: "People from the Ministry of Magic should have come to see you. This is just a test. Soon Fudge will understand that Hogwarts is not willing to hide it for him. The dementors are causing problems again, so he will come personally."
Having said this, Dumbledore paused and looked at Bree carefully.
"You were the victim last time, and you are the main character this time, so Fudge will still come to you. This is another deal..."
When Dumbledore said this, he bent down slightly and stared into Bree's eyes.
"I hope you can maintain your persistence in treating Fudge as you did at the beginning."
Is this a hint?
Bree heard it, and he was prepared to do so. If the matter was made known to everyone and the Ministry of Magic was so chaotic that it lost the Minister, then this was something Dumbledore did not want to see. Without Fudge, as of now, Dumbledore's power cannot help another "excellent" new minister in the Ministry of Magic, which is full of pure bloods.
And Bree doesn't have this ability. Now that they have figured out Fudge's nature, they naturally don't want to make some changes and let someone beyond their expectations enter the chessboard and disrupt the plan.
"Of course, I know how to face Fudge. I have written to my uncle and he will make some arrangements as for my side."
"I hope the headmaster can talk to Fudge on my behalf. I don't want to be unable to go to Hogsmeade for the whole semester. It should be open during Halloween just because the Ministry of Magic is nosy on its own initiative."
Bree smiled and Dumbledore smiled.
"I will arrange it, Oude. By the way, you protected your classmates this time. Do you need a reward?"
"If you think about it, you can come to the principal's office at any time. As the principal, I will do my best to help you."
"Thank you, principal."
Dumbledore smiled, and then looked at the professors who were still gathered together, studying the little green snake. His eyes darkened, but he did not continue to ask about Bree's Patronus magic. He was already frightened. Especially since he was the first wizard to come into contact with the unpregnant egg of the patron saint.
When he brought the patron saint's egg out of the Forbidden Forest, he only felt that there was a magic power in the egg, but he never believed that it could give birth to a soul...
Soul magic is a taboo, because the most common magic to create souls today is to tear apart the living soul and reorganize it to form a new soul. This is undoubtedly evil and will degenerate into a dark wizard.
But Brie's patron saint is different...it really creates soul and life from scratch.
Seeing the professors ending their discussion in confusion and falling into silence, Dumbledore waved his hand, grabbed the little green snake in his hand, and handed it back to Bree.
"Please use magic wisely, it is an incredible power."
Just like the power in Bree's body, Dumbledore also had difficulty exploring the nature of this magic, as did several deans.
"Dumble..." Professor Flitwick hesitated and was about to speak, asking Dumbledore to let them study it again, but Professor Sprout stopped him.
"This is a power that is difficult to explore. It may not belong to wizards." Professor Sprout, who is naturally close to plants, seemed to see something and seemed a little excited, but soon calmed down. She said to Bree: " Maybe that’s why plants are so friendly to you, you can always get them to show their emotions.”
Maybe make them more spiritual.
Professor Sprout did not elaborate, she smiled kindly.
"Remember to come to the greenhouse when you have time, Brie. Of course, Christmas is coming soon. I need to prepare a lot of plants for decoration, and I need someone to help."
"Of course, it would be an honor to help Professor Sprout."
Originally, Sprout did not need to participate in today's matter. Her main task was the greenhouse, but it was about the Dementors and Bree. She also wanted to come and have a look to prevent Bree from being threatened by the Ministry of Magic. Such an attitude It made Brie's heart warm.
Professor Flitwick was still confused.
A brand new magic that was outside the scope of his knowledge was definitely the biggest temptation for him, but after he calmed down, he naturally understood that some things could not be explored casually, and this was private.
"Professor." Bree smiled softly. He didn't come here today just for the dementors. He had already been prepared to take action as soon as the patron saint gave birth to life.
"Perhaps you still remember the paper I published last semester...well, although it was not taken seriously and was even regarded as a joke, I did not give up. The magic that gave the patron saint life relied on the natural power of my saying yes. Created with alchemy, transfiguration, and the God-calling Guardian Charm.”
Hearing what Bree said, the professors' eyes flickered. Of course they remembered that Bree looked for them last semester and used their convenience to publish remarks about natural magic in some academic newspapers. Unfortunately, people who have not really experienced it cannot agree with it. Therefore, it did not cause a stir in the wizarding world. This even made Professor Flitwick lament for a long time. They took Bree into consideration and did not say anything about it.
"We are not denying what you said about natural magic, Oded." It was Snape who finally spoke.
He pursed his lips tightly, as if writing words in his mouth, and said after a long time: "This is your magic, and the wizard cannot master it. This is the key."
Recognition flashed in the eyes of the other professors. Seeing this, Professor McGonagall, who had not spoken for a long time, lowered his eyes and created life... This is the highest pursuit of transfiguration, but it is also an impossible magic that all wizards understand, and Bree succeeded. Unfortunately, this was not caused by the wizard's power.
"I want to publish a few more papers, Professor. I never thought that wizards can only be wizards. Maybe they just haven't found a way to get close to nature."
Publish a paper... Several professors looked at each other and finally nodded, agreeing to Bree's request.
They also have certain expectations for natural magic, or they don't want Bree to have nothing to do. After all, there are not many things they can give to Bree in Hogwarts, and most of the rest rely on cloth. You can master it by practicing and studying on your own.
Publish papers, which at the very least can continue to reflect their value as professors.
