The sky was filled with abnormal fog that was rolling wildly, like a sign of doomsday, and rubble was rolling on the ground. The dark clouds completely blocked the moonlight, making it impossible to see a trace of light and hope.

Transfiguration teacher Osilvia stumbled and ran toward Hogwarts Castle, covering her forearm. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, one arm was bent into three sections, and her left calf was also fractured.

When she was approaching the hunting ground, she fell to the ground. The severe pain in her body made her almost unable to walk, but at this time, her mind was unusually clear.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of her father, thinking that he was probably in the same situation when he escaped on the Siberian ice field.

This was probably the lowest moment in her life, but it was also the moment when she understood life best.

Many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain her family had suffered and could not extricate herself. She always tried to feel the suffering her family had suffered, imagining that the pain should be borne by herself.

But when she herself actually suffered the same pain, she discovered that there was something more important than these pains.

That's the goal.

She thought of her father Constantine, but found that he was accomplishing his goals until the end of his life.

Compared with the goal of life, those external pains can only be described as nothing more than this.

A life with a goal will not care about pain. Looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance, she suddenly felt relieved. The ghosts of her family burned out in her heart and turned into strength, inspiring her to stand up and stride forward.

She must send back the news of the first principal's rebirth.

.......

.......

Inside Hogwarts School, Miranda and Aglaia were dragging heavy suitcases and following a group of students outside. When they walked outside, they saw the sky with flying sand and rocks outside.

Miranda did not choose to follow up. She pulled Aglaia and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Did you feel it?"

Aglaia: "What do you feel?"

Miranda slowly took off her glasses, and the soft lines on her face became as cold as a knife:

"It's the same as the first day of school. There's an air of oppression, terror, wantonness, and madness. There's a guy here, trying to come out. A scary, extremely scary guy."

Aglaia reacted quickly: "It's still you, the half-human king."

"I'm not kidding you." Miranda turned her head coldly, "Have you refined the magic power recovery potion?"

Aglaia: "No, I forgot."

"No?"

Miranda's arms trembled slightly, and she said anxiously and suppressedly: "You don't know that guy Hoffa has magic power like a giant dragon, but without magic power he is as useless as a Muggle."

Aglaia stamped her feet: "How do I know that this guy has been lying in bed for a month and suddenly got up, looking for a half-human king... There is no warning at all!"

"Damn it." Miranda gritted her teeth and stopped at the door.

Aglaia thought for a moment: "What should we do? Should we help him now?"

“How can I help if I don’t know where they are?”

Miranda's face gradually darkened.

At this time, Aglaia suddenly looked blank. She pushed Miranda hard and said, "Look."

Following Aglaia's finger, she raised her head. She saw a figure stumbling out of the black mist, but it was a transfiguration teacher in a dark green robe. At this moment, she was dragging her right leg and was in a very bad condition.

"Professor Romanov?"

Miranda frowned and pulled Aglaia forward quickly.

"You...you are Hoffa's friends, what are you doing here?"

Aglaia: "The school will be evacuated tomorrow. We are helping the school move things."

His eyes glanced at Osivia's legs and arms, and Aglaia was startled: "Hey, Professor, what's going on with your body?"

Miranda squatted down without saying a word, and touched Osivia's calf with her fingers. While groping, she quickly recited the recovery spell.

Being held down at the broken point, Osivia's face twitched in pain, but her tone was very stable:

"Hurry up, find Dumbledore and ask him to go to the Black Lake immediately."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Hoffa's life is in danger." Osivia said, "The real half-human king is under the Black Lake."

Miranda pointed her fingers.

Aglaia hissed and took a breath: "What did you say? Real or fake..."

"Needless to say." Miranda interrupted her, "Where is Dumbledore?"

Aglaia: "I don't know. It seems that the Dean and the people from the Ministry of Magic are having a meeting tonight, but I have met the Minister of Magic. Maybe we should go find him."

"No, we should go find Dumbledore." Miranda rejected Aglaia's suggestion.

Aglaia sounded a little excited: "Miranda, it's about Hoffa's life. The school is almost paralyzed. We must find someone who can talk to solve this matter."

"Hey, the school hasn't closed down yet!" Miranda held Aglaia's shoulders, "Do you think people from the Ministry of Magic will believe what you say? They won't believe anything. Maybe they want to see the school destroyed.

Lose!"

"Don't argue."

Osilvia said weakly.

"The matter is very urgent and cannot be solved by just one person. You two, each find one, gather all the people you can find, and don't let the crowd disperse."

"What about you?"

Miranda asked.

"I informed the Aurors and asked them to protect the students and evacuate to a safe location in the school."

"good."

Miranda nodded to Aglaia, and the two of them ran in the same direction.

But the two girls had just taken a step when a bright light in the distance suddenly illuminated their profiles. The two stopped and looked outside. In the direction of the black lake, an orange-red mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Two seconds later, a rumbling explosion suddenly occurred.

The ground began to tremble, and the glass on the castle tower shattered.

The two girls bent down suddenly.

Aglaia: "What's going on...?"

Osivia's face turned pale: "Quick, find a place to hide."

...

...

High up in the Hogwarts Tower, there is the Headmaster's Conference Room on the tenth floor.

There was a faint silver frost and bright silver light in the air, and a silver magic phoenix lay on the conference table, seemingly taking a nap.

The four deans sat on one side of the conference table, looking solemn.

A bald and capable middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a red scarf sat at the main seat. He was holding parchment in his hand and was signing a pile of documents.

It is none other than Leonard Spencer Moon, the new Minister of Magic who has been in office for about half a year.

Behind him were two strong Aurors over two meters tall, and behind the two Aurors were three black cloaked creatures over three meters tall, with their heads almost reaching the ceiling.

The creature floated in mid-air, and the tattered cloak beneath it moved without any wind, revealing the pale, dry, rotten arms hidden underneath.

In the air, some vague free substances slowly floated into the black cloak.

It was actually three dementors.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was extremely cold and solemn.

After signing the document, the capable middle-aged man wearing a red scarf pushed the parchment forward, crossed his fingers and looked at the opposite side, and said calmly: "Sign it, Albus, after signing it we can implement the student evacuation matters.

.”

Looking at the parchment pushed on the smooth tabletop, Albus Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said softly: "Leonard, I think it's better to wait for now."

"What's the point of waiting for established matters? The war in Europe is tense now, and I don't have time to argue with you here."

Dumbledore looked at the pile of paper in front of him and said, "It's not yet time. The specified evacuation time is the day after tomorrow."

The Minister of Magic in black robe said: "The sooner the better, don't you? Do you still expect any miracles to happen?"

After he finished speaking, the three tall dementors behind him puffed up their chests slightly, as if they wanted to forcefully pull something away.

But on the conference table, the bright silver phoenix raised its head and glanced briefly, and the three dementors fell silent again.

Dumbledore coughed and said, "The law leaves me a certain amount of time to think about it, and I want to use this time to wait for a miracle."

Leonard took a sip of coffee: "Albus, you and I have known each other for many years, so I won't talk nonsense. With all due respect, this is meaningless. The education decree has been signed, and the fate of this school is beyond your control.

"

"Rules are set by humans, and this world is a human world after all."

Dumbledore looked out the window, "If possible, I would rather have hope."
To be continued...