The atmosphere at Hogwarts in 1977 was far less relaxed than it was later.

From the current performance, Dumbledore is not a qualified headmaster, or an educator.

He has controlled the school for decades, and has maintained a high prestige in the magic world for nearly 30 years, but he still has not completely controlled the minds of the students in the school.

In the Muggle world, those who have been serving as the headmaster of a school for a long time, and the students who come out of it are all die-hard cronies of the headmaster.

What's more, Hogwarts is a seven-year full boarding school. From the age of 11 to 18, the little wizards in the wizarding world spend the seven years most easily influenced by the outside world in this castle.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of correcting their thoughts, letting what might have been crooked continue to grow crooked, making Hogwarts Castle almost a microcosm of the magical world outside.

Almost all of the students in Slytherin came from families that supported Voldemort, and they hugged each other and secretly studied black magic together.

And Gryffindor especially disliked these people, as if the conflict between Snape and James at the beginning was caused by the Academy.

Dumbledore seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and just did a good job of teaching magic. As for what those students would do in the future after they learned magic, whether they became a scourge of the magic world or joined the Auror, it seemed to him that it didn't matter to him.

Snape, now in his thirties, can also understand Dumbledore's difficulties.

Regarding these things, it is not that the old man does not want to do it, but that if he does, it will touch the sensitive nerves of a large number of people.

Hogwarts was never the private property of one person, even when it was first created, it was shared by the four founders.

After nearly a thousand years, the situation has become more complicated.

The only magical academy in the UK is subject to the two major constraints of the Ministry of Magic and the School Board.

And Dumbledore, the so-called headmaster, from a legal point of view, is just an employee recruited by the school board.

Those school directors could vote to remove him at any time if they wanted to.

Of course, they usually gave Dumbledore enough face and power, and generally never interfered in school affairs.

But if Dumbledore wanted to spread his ideas openly, the school board couldn't let it go.

After all, all those who can hold the position of the board of directors of the thousand-year-old school of Hogwarts are the real wizard families in the magic world.

Among these families, there are not a few who have an ambiguous relationship with Voldemort (such as the Malfoy family).

So it seems that Dumbledore didn't do anything, but in fact he couldn't do anything at all.

Unless he uses his own power to start the dictatorship of Hogwarts, but such a thing, he will never do it.

At this time, it has been more than a week since the new semester of Hogwarts started. Although various major events are constantly taking place in the magic world outside, the castle is still peaceful.

Snape entered the school through the secret passage of the screaming shack, and now he has drank the compound decoction with Snape's hair at this time, and turned into his own student.

It is not an easy task to give Lily the magic notebook that Sherlock gave him, and to make her accept it.

But now, Snape had thought of a solution worth trying.

It was just after eight o'clock, and the curfew in the castle had not yet begun, but few students were still hanging out in the corridors.

After Snape entered the castle, he followed a very familiar route, all the way to the basement, and came to the door of Dean Slytherin's office.

He gently rolled his throat, the voice-changing potion made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he could only force himself to suppress the desire to clear his throat, and knocked gently on the door of the office.

"Come in."

After an old voice came from inside, Snape pushed the door and walked in.

The Slytherin Dean's office during this time period is very different from that after more than ten years.

The lights in the room are warm, and the air is filled with a sweet smell. The shelves by the wall are not filled with all kinds of frightening animal organs, but flowers and books.

A fat old man with a beard like a sea elephant was lying lazily on a reclining chair, and there were various honey candies on the desk in front of him.

This is Horace Slughorn, the Head of Slytherin, the Potions professor who had worked at Hogwarts for 40 years before Snape.

"Professor," Snape called in his childish, but still stiff voice.

Slughorn sat up from the recliner and saw Snape with a kind, gentle smile on his face.

"It turned out to be Severus. What else do you have to do with me at this time? Are there any potion formulas that I feel have problems and can be improved?"

Snape's performance in Slytherin was particularly conspicuous when he was a student. It can be said that he was the best student in the same academy. Slughorn, who liked to associate with people with outstanding talents, naturally took care of him.

"No, it's not about potions." Snape's face remained indifferent, "I want to ask you to do me a favor and use your identity."

The smile on Slughorn's face subsided slightly, his eyebrows were raised obviously, and he asked thoughtfully.

"Oh? This is an unexpected request. Do I know what you want to do with my identity?"

Snape's acting skills were terrible, but as long as he kept his facial expression paralyzed, ordinary people could see some flaws.

He's been basically this way at school since the breakup with Lily.

"You should know about me and Lily. She doesn't want to have any contact with me, but I have something to give her. If I send it directly, she will not accept it. Among the people I know, she only trusts you ."

Slughorn froze for a moment, then laughed.

Although Lily is a student of Gryffindor, she has a really good relationship with him, the Slytherin dean.

He looks at people not by blood, but by talent and ability.

"It's normal for young people to have some minor conflicts." He covered his stomach and said with a smile, "but Lily still doesn't want to forgive you after so long, so she's really angry with you. I understand the character of the girl, once she makes a decision, it will not change easily."

The expression on Snape's face didn't seem to change, but his hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe couldn't help clenching tightly.

"She doesn't forgive me, but after all, I still have to remember the past affection."

Slughorn sighed softly, scratched his own hair, and pulled a strand out of it and handed it to Snape.

"Go see her, don't use my identity to do other things, um, such a reminder may be superfluous to you, and there is nothing else worth doing with your character."

Snape took the hair from Slughorn's hand, but there was still no movement under his feet, and he continued on the spot.

"Professor, you must help me keep it a secret and don't tell anyone about it."

"Well, if it's your request, I will."

Snape looked at the fat old man who was lying back on the reclining chair, and a rare flash of gratitude flashed in his indifferent eyes.

"Good night, Professor."

"I wish you and Lily a smooth chat as well."

After a brief greeting, Snape withdrew from Slughorn's office.

He put the hair into a new bottle of decoction and drank it in one gulp.

......

The moment the explosion sounded, Sherlock grabbed Eddie's arm and rolled over!

The huge impact directly smashed the black door of the time hall, and countless sawdust was scattered in all directions like a goddess scattered flowers.

Although the door was smashed, no one broke in, and there was only a shrill cry from outside.

Sherlock and the others were very close to the door just now. If he hadn't reacted in time, both Eddie and him would have been injured.

The two stood up from the ground, looked at each other, and both could see what the other was thinking from their eyes.

What they guessed in the office just now is estimated to have come true!

Eddie said in a hurried tone for the first time.

"I'm going outside to help, you take Amy and leave here!"

Sherlock tried to use Apparition directly in front of him, and his body twisted slightly for a moment before being pushed out by the space again.

This place is clearly covered with anti-apparition magic!

"You can't get out." Sherlock's voice remained calm, "The only way to get out is to walk through the door!"

"Are there any other rooms in the Time Hall leading to the outside?"

"The Hall of Prophecy can give it a try, but there is no guarantee that there will be!"

Just as Sherlock and Eddie were talking, he scattered all the wands in his magic pocket.

Two hundred wands of the same length and texture were densely floating around him, like a swarm of bees surrounding a honeycomb.

This was the first time Eddie saw him use all the wand he could control, and the shock in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"You can control so many wands at once!"

"It's okay to have more, but then you won't be able to use the spell a few times." After speaking, he chanted the spell at himself with the wand in his hand, "Armor!"

Sherlock said solemnly.

"Wake Amy up and ensure her safety first, and then you can talk about whether you can help or not."

Eddie controlled his urge to rush out to help his colleagues immediately, nodded with gritted teeth, and pushed open the door of Amy's room.

Amy had been awakened by the explosion, and she was standing in front of the bed in her pajamas with a confused look on her face.

"What happened?"

"There's a little accident, go with Daddy." Eddie hurriedly grabbed Amy's hand.

Sherlock stared at the door of the Time Hall. When Eddie went to bring Amy out, there were already more than a dozen black-robed men with iron hideous masks rushing in!

Without stopping at all, he controlled the fifty wands floating in the air and waved them together.

"All petrochemical!"

More than fifty red beams burst out from the tip of the wand!

The area of ​​the door is not large, and there are not many Death Eaters rushing in. The number of fifty shots is just right. No matter how many spells, other than consuming Sherlock's physical strength, it will not have the desired effect.

The distance between the wand and the Death Eaters varies, and the spells hit them at different times.

Those Death Eaters were all protected by Iron Armor Spells. The dozen or so spells that hit the first smashed the Iron Armor Spells that rushed to the top five Death Eaters, and the next spells that could really work came immediately. !

The five Death Eaters were petrified on the spot and fell backwards weakly.

But in the same way, they also blocked Sherlock's petrification spell with their bodies to avoid affecting the people behind.

Sherlock's spellcasting movement has not stopped, and countless magic wands in the air are waving together like spirits with their own consciousness.

The smashed and smashed Black Gate fragments around were controlled by the spell and floated up from the air. The magic force reshaped its material and underwent a huge transformation!

Sawdust grows like crazy!

It was as if it had been given a new lease of life, and the new branches kept colluding and connecting in series, trying to block the gap opened by the Death Eaters again!

However, just as the vine man wall formed by Transfiguration was about to form, a harsh female voice chanted an unforgivable spell!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light full of death and loneliness passed through the gap in the Tengman wall before it finally closed, and shot straight at Sherlock!

The moment the incantation sounded, Sherlock's spirit doubled.

The quick neural response made him roll over to one side, and the green spell was as fast as lightning, rubbing his hair dangerously and dangerously across it!

"Bang!"

The life-threatening curse finally hit the biggest one in the pile of hourglasses near the door of Amy's room!

The sound of glass bursting sounded, and the huge hourglass was shattered by the spell!

In the upper part of the hourglass, after those blue light particles came into contact with the air, they disappeared without a trace like ice cubes melted into water.

In the lower part, those golden, gravel-like substances floated slowly in the low sky like a nebula.

Eddie ran out of the room with Amy at this time~lightnovelpub.net~ The floating height of those golden light particles only reached Eddie's waist, but it just filled Amy's eyes.

She blinked her eyes, and the particles of light were like iron filings meeting a magnet. They were fast but silent, and they continued to gather in her eyes!

"Dad, Amy got sand in her eyes."

Amy was pulled by Eddie with one hand and said while rubbing her uncomfortable eyes with the other.

Eddie didn't have time to pay attention to her words at this time. Although Sherlock blocked the door of the Time Hall with Transfiguration, the Death Eaters still persevered. The sound of explosions kept ringing outside. The braided walls obviously won't last long.

Sherlock stood up from the ground a little embarrassed, and said quickly while controlling the wand and continuing to use polymorphism to thicken the wall.

"Enter the Prophecy Hall! There are too many people outside. Even if I can control many wands, the space here can't be used!"