Hogwarts Hall.

Compared to the quietness and peace of the Hufflepuff lounge, it was like a battlefield.

The battle between Gryffindor and the Slytherins continues.

The cause of this battle may seem childish to others.

But Slytherins and Gryffindors don't think so.

The idea of ​​Gryffindors is very simple. Slytherin is a big quagmire. There may be very few people who can get out of the silt without being stained.

They must not tolerate others pulling Link, whom they revere, into the quagmire.

And the Slytherins think more and more complicated.

Right now, this Death Eater has become a street rat.

They are eager to get rid of their 'quasi-Death Eater' hat and their dark history of supporting Voldemort in the past.

Link is obviously the best breakthrough and even a talisman.

By supporting Link and describing Link as their own kind, they can use Link's aura to cleanse themselves.

This is equivalent to:

Link = good man, Slytherin = Link, that is, Slytherin = good man.

This algorithm is very outrageous, but a large part of ordinary people often do this conversion subconsciously.

As long as there are hundreds of millions of artistic processing added, they will be able to turn over!

What's more, after going through so many incidents, Link has long since become a hero, even a belief, for many people in Slytherin.

Now that Gryffindor is running over to take off this amulet and steal their faith, how can the Slytherins bear it?

Moreover, at this moment in the battle, everyone has already made a real fire.

For this reason, many people have even pulled out their wands.

Not only that, thanks to Link's popularization of battlefield first aid and quick treatment of minor injuries in the D.A. Army, the two men and horses actually set up special 'emergency positions' in the rear.

This made the battle more and more protracted, and the auditorium was smashed into ruins.

Not far away, there were a group of professors who were glaring at all of this.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were about to burst into flames.

Professor Flitwick was at a loss.

As for Slughorn.

In order to give the students a good impression, the new robe he put on this morning was already in tatters.

This was the price he had paid for his delusional desire to join forces alone to stop this dispute.

As a professor who has just arrived at Hogwarts, he has not accumulated any prestige.

At all, not many students would be willing to kill him.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Slughorn's face was strangely ugly. "He didn't come out after such a big thing happened. How did he become the headmaster!?"

"It can't be his fault, he left for the International Federation of Wizards last night!"

Professor McGonagall said with a cold face.

On hearing this, Slughorn trembled.

Naturally, he also read the "Daily Prophet" and knew what terrible things happened outside last night.

He said in a trembling voice:

"Dumbledore he... he actually got involved in this kind of thing?"

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, he can't see his students being attacked and do nothing, right?"

Slughorn refused to deny Professor McGonagall's words, took a deep breath and said:

"Well, it's his own choice, let's not talk about it! The point now is, we have to stop this riot now! Hogwarts shouldn't be where these students are fighting! Damn, I really I regret that I agreed to Dumbledore's request to come back, now Hogwarts is rotten and worthless at all!"

Hearing that, Professor McGonagall did not refute. Although Hogwarts is not as bad as Slughorn said, it is indeed no longer the Hogwarts it used to be.

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The current Hogwarts is governed by the same tripartite committee system as the Ministry of Magic.

The emergence of this system has brought not only progress, but also the transfer of authority.

In the minds of the students, the authority of the professors is gradually declining, and the prestige of Link Foley is endlessly increasing.

This is an easy to understand truth.

Linke Foley defined the "professors" as migrant workers through restructuring, and also defined the education the "professors" gave to the students as ordinary jobs after getting paid.

Under this definition, it has become very difficult for students to be grateful and respectful to their professors.

At least ordinary professors can't do it with just the skin of a 'professor'.

If you want to be respected by your students, you have to make some special contributions.

Correspondingly, the halo that was originally instilled on the professors' heads was put back on Link and Dumbledore's heads.

This makes Link and Dumbledore the highest-ranking people in the minds of the students.

Dumbledore doesn't need these things, after all, he is already a legend himself.

But Link is different.

This young man has now become a banner.

Anyone who dares to insult this flag will be bombarded by Hogwarts students.

To be honest, this situation is a bit similar to Slytherin when Voldemort first rose.

At that time, the Slytherins were also in the same state, eager to die for Voldemort.

And Link is more terrifying than Voldemort.

Because Voldemort's influence is still limited to Slytherin anyway, the remaining three colleges, except for a few guys whose brains were shot, would not follow along.

But Link is different.

His influence radiated from the entire Hogwarts!

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, turned to Professor Flitwick and said:

"Where's Snape? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"I sent someone to look for him half an hour ago!" Professor Flitwick didn't know if he was excited or frightened, and kept rubbing his hands together, "Unfortunately, he didn't seem to want to intervene, the students I sent Even the door to his office was thrown out."

Professor McGonagall was silent.

Regarding Link Foley, the Gryffindor students might listen to her, the Gryffindor Dean, but the Slytherin students might not.

This can be seen from the fact that they had already appeared in the auditorium, but the fighting on the scene still did not stop.

Then asking Snape to restrain the Slytherin students and stop the fight with her would be the best way.

Unfortunately, Snape pulled his hips at a critical moment.

Then what should we do next?

Are you waiting for the students to stop by themselves?

Professor McGonagall couldn't help thinking.

But this idea was rejected by her the first time it appeared in her mind.

If they did that, where would they put their prestige as professors?

Gritting his teeth, Professor McGonagall exchanged glances with the excited Professor Flitwick.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them took out their wands.

Since the preaching doesn't make sense, let's just use force!

However, just as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were about to make a move, a strange pressure suddenly came to the entire Hogwarts Hall.

Under this pressure, almost everyone in the auditorium covered their chests in pain.

This feeling is as if countless big hands are squeezing the internal organs in the body, making people breathless.

Professor McGonagall put down the wand that had been held high in his hand, panting and said:

"Looks like we don't have to take action anymore, Link, he's back."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the auditorium was pushed open by an invisible giant force, hitting the wall with a loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, the expressionless Link walked in slowly and expressionlessly from the outside steps.

The faces of the students in the auditorium all turned ugly.

Because as Link got closer, the pressure field surrounding them became more and more terrifying.

In the end, they even overwhelmed them on the ground, like a fish thrown to the shore, and could only helplessly open their mouths and keep breathing to absorb the few oxygen.

hum—

Link lifted his wand lightly, and the pressure field in the auditorium was instantly cancelled.

The students who were about to hold on any longer finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It looks like you are very busy."

Link's eyes swept across the crowd and the messy auditorium, and said expressionlessly.

His voice was cold and without any emotion, as if the cold wind of Siberia mixed with the mourning of the potato growers in their childhood pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

Those students who were still so arrogant and even started a fight that even McGonagall and other professors dared to ignore when they heard this, they bounced off the ground as if they had been electrocuted, and began to stutter while bowing. Apologize and explain to Link.

The entire auditorium became noisy again amid their apologies and excuses.

Link frowned, raised his left hand slightly, and the voices in the audience instantly became quiet again.

He looked around with a cold face and said:

"Don't apologize to me, and don't make excuses for me. If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. An apology is meaningless, and no one wants to listen to your excuses. Now, all the points that should be deducted and those that should be punished should be accepted. Punishment, understand?!"

"Yes--"

A tsunami-like chorus of sounds resounded in the auditorium.

When Link saw this, he went straight to Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Professors, I'll leave the relevant punishment to you."

Link bowed slightly, softened his tone and expression and said, "Don't worry about anything, just follow the previous procedures. If anyone disagrees, you can go to the DA headquarters, and those people will report the relevant personnel. The punishment work has been taken over. And by then, the punishment given to them by the DA headquarters will not be so simple.”

Link's words were simple, but the meaning in his words was so cold that he could almost freeze people into ice cubes.

A few nearby students who accidentally overheard the words were so frightened that they almost fell.

And Professor McGonagall nodded calmly and said:

"I will, this is our job. But Link, since you are back now, does that mean that the work outside is over?"

"It's over. Most of the remaining work is handled by other committees of the Ministry of Magic. Of course, there will be some work that will require me in the future, so this semester I may often take time off to go out." Link's face hung on his face. With a smile, he understood what Professor McGonagall wanted to ask, "As for Professor Dumbledore, the work on his side is probably also finished, come back soon. In fact, it was the message he sent me that let me I came to Hogwarts to wait for him."

Professor McGonagall, who got the news he wanted, was obviously relieved.

Seeing this, Link nodded and said goodbye:

"In that case, I'll go to the principal's office first."

After saying that, Link turned and left.

Behind him, Slughorn's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

"I take back what I said earlier, Minerva, Hogwarts still has value." Slughorn said excitedly, "Link Foley is the greatest value! I dare say he will be turned into this. The brightest star of the century shines on the entire wizarding world! And Hogwarts, and even the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom, will reach a whole new level because of his relationship! This is really... it is... …”

Slughorn said later, his face flushed red, and he was so short of breath that he was almost speechless.

Because he, like Hogwarts, is one of the vassals behind Link.

When Link soars like a rocket, he will also take him into the sky.

This will be an excellent opportunity. The higher Link's status and influence, the higher his fame will be.

Think about it, what will the history books of later generations call him Slughorn?

Of course it's Link Foley's teacher!

Just thinking of this made Slughorn twitch with excitement.

Such an attitude was a bit rude for Slughorn, but fortunately, the professors on the scene didn't pay much attention to him.

Professor McGonagall didn't even look at him.

Now, her eyes have been firmly fixed on Link's background.

Her expression was extremely complicated.

The professors may not be able to solve it, and it takes a lot of hesitation to make up their minds to deal with it.

Link just showed his face and solved it easily.

What kind of prestige is this?

And now, this prestige has not only affected Hogwarts.

After what happened last night, Professor McGonagall can already predict that the gold content of Link Foley's name will increase significantly in the entire magical world of the country.

It is a miracle that a young man can do such a thing.

Even she had to admit that Slughorn was right.

Link Foley will surely be the brightest star of this century.

But, is this really a good thing for Hogwarts, for the wizarding world, and even for the whole world?

There is probably no answer to this question.

Professor McGonagall sighed deeply.

at the same time.

The potions professor's office... oh no, it should be the Defence Against the Dark Arts class office now.

Snape was sitting in front of a crucible that was constantly tumbling purple-blue liquid, concentrating on controlling the magic flame below.

Boil the potion.

This is his daily habit.

Pharmacy is actually a job that practice makes perfect.

There are so many techniques in it that you need to practice constantly and turn them into muscle memory.

Only in this way can we make the most correct response at the critical moment.

In this regard, even if Snape's talent for potions is amazing, even if Snape is already a well-known potion master in the industry, it is no exception.

If he doesn't practice for a day, all his efforts for the first ten days will be in vain.

So even though he has become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he still keeps refining potions in his spare time every day. Even in his office, most of the materials and utensils related to potions are still stacked.

Unfortunately, this theory is not accepted by everyone.

For example, Draco, who is sitting opposite Snape now, is very disapproving.

At this moment, it would be considered light to describe him as restless.

He kept twisting his body, as if the chair he was sitting on was covered with spikes.

There was a look of extreme fear on his face, and the strong aura of unease was about to diffuse out.

"Teach...Professor..."

Draco couldn't take it any longer, and stammered, "Link Foley has...killed a lot of Death Eaters and French spies again, do you think my father...he...will he also... …”

Draco couldn't go on.

His voice turned into howling and choking like a cub.

That voice was mournful and desolate.

To be honest, it's really hard for anyone to understand the sadness and fear in his heart.

Especially when he saw the latest "Daily Prophet" this morning, the image of his father hanging on the gallows and letting the ravens greedily peck his body flashed in his mind.

It was an extreme despair.

Draco was stunned.

A coolness and goose bumps appeared all over his body, and gradually swept away, and finally concentrated on his forehead.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in a cold sweat.

Then, he went to Snape's office desperately, praying that Snape could fulfill his previous promise.

However, at this moment, Snape was still tinkering with his potion!

Draco's heart was actually angry~lightnovelpub.net~ He understood Snape's behavior as perfunctory and sabotage.

It's easy to understand, after all, Link Foley is really scary.

The fear and oppression it brings are even more terrifying than the former Dark Lord!

And listening to Draco's choked sobbing, Snape sighed softly, turned his head and said, "You're sitting in the position that Link used to like to sit in the past."

"what--"

Draco screamed, and his whole body almost jumped up.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to! I'm sorry..."

He kept apologizing in a panic, and while apologizing, he was still wiping the chair he was sitting on with his sleeves.

Seeing this scene in Snape's eyes made the melancholy on his face even more intense.

Draco in front of him was really frightened by Link.

He didn't stop Draco's actions, but turned off the magic flame, packed the potion in the crucible into glass test tubes, sealed them, and placed them in front of Draco.

"Drink one. This is the concentration medicine that Link and I often use. It can condense spiritual power and have some healing powers to soothe the spirit. It can calm you down. Drink one every time you feel scared, it should be It will make you feel better."

Snape said as he walked towards the door, "As for me, it's time for Link to come back, so I'll try it out for you."

The stone door closed gently, blocking Snape's voice.

Draco, who was sitting alone in the office, had a sour nose for no reason, reached out and hugged the test tube in front of him, and finally couldn't help crying.