bookbashuk Chapter 119 The Last Ward
Chapter 119 The Last Ward
Chapter 119 The Last Ward
"No matter what, Tom Riddle is on the same level as us; he's far superior to Innathan VIII. Purifying such a spirit is very difficult."
Nicolas Flamel denied having such great abilities.
"It's good enough that we caught him," Dumbledore said. "Now we need to deal with the aftermath. Gale and Nico, you two don't need to get involved in the following trivial matters. You can go to the headmaster's office first."
The two were eager for some independent research space, especially since, as wizards, they had encountered research materials that were once in a century.
It's truly a once-in-a-century occurrence; the sheer number of raw materials that meet this standard is so rare that, on average, there might not be even one in a hundred years.
Such a clustering of raw materials only occurred during the era of the four giants and in this century.
Not to mention turning "raw materials" into research materials.
"Well—," Dumbledore said, "this is very precious, please be careful!" Seeing the two people's expressions as if they were old gluttons who hadn't eaten for over six hundred years had seen an exquisite treasure, Dumbledore carefully handed over the seal in his hand.
He was very reluctant to part with it! He really wanted to study it!
This damn principal, let whoever wants the job do it!
There's so much to do every day, and it's even interfering with my magic research!
Dumbledore led Snape away, both of them turning back to look at each other repeatedly.
However, one wanted to conduct research, while the other wanted revenge.
After all, Snape had already devoted most of his energy to the potions field, and the potions field had little to do with Voldemort, a raw material. To him, the only thing Voldemort could be used as a raw material was as a toy to vent his anger on.
Therefore, one should devote one's limited energy to the endless torment of Voldemort; only then will life have meaning—Snape realized.
"Humans, you two are amazing! You're so much better than them!" Wolf Knight Doro said to the two middle-aged witches who had arrived, skipping and jumping as he finished off the last moving stone statue with his spear.
"A holy relic!" a young wizard, bound hand and foot by Neville, murmured. A Galleon was deeply embedded in his chest, surrounded by a tangled mass of flesh and blood, thick veins, which bulged and twisted with each rise and fall of the blood.
"This guy is so weird! He keeps talking about some kind of holy relic, is he referring to this?" Doro tossed the gun in his hand.
"That's what we're talking about. Some people habitually refer to these top-tier alchemical creations as relics," Professor McGonagall explained, just like the Deathly Hallows.
"That's remarkable, Miss Doro. You've protected so many young wizards. I think you should be awarded a Special Contribution to Hogwarts Award." She conjured a small trophy with her wand and handed it to Doro.
"Yay! Doro won the trophy! We won the trophy!"
The little puppets cheered and lined up to have their names engraved on the trophy.
McGonagall smiled as she looked at the little ones, planning to hold a formal awards ceremony in the Great Hall and invite all the little puppets to attend.
At first, when McGonagall learned that Dumbledore's plan was to use these little puppets as a force to protect the Hogwarts students, she was very opposed to it, believing that the little puppets had little fighting power.
Finally, it was Ryan who suggested that Doro use the killing sword that Dumbledore had brought back to fight the enemy, and he even took Professor McGonagall to see Doro's combat abilities in person.
In particular, Dumbledore granted the Sword of Slaughter certain permissions, allowing its wielder to continuously draw magic from Hogwarts Castle.
In this way, anyone, not necessarily a wizard, could wield this sword and deal with a large number of Aurors within Hogwarts.
Furthermore, since the puppet is not made of flesh and blood, it only requires replacing parts when damaged, making it safer.
All of these reasons led Professor McGonagall to relent, but she still harbored some distrust of Doro's role in guarding the border.
This cannot be blamed on her, because as a wizard in the early to mid-20th century, she had never encountered a situation where alchemical creations were given important tasks. In her mind, any precise and important work should be handled by wizards.
Because the alchemical creations she had encountered in the past did not have such strong intelligence, and not many people would have shaped their memories into a logical framework and input it into the alchemical creations.
After receiving a message from Ryan via communicator, she and Pomona Sprout rushed back to the castle, only to find that the situation inside was far beyond their best expectations!
They had assumed that the best-case scenario in the castle would be for the little puppets to lead the wizards with practical combat skills to stabilize the situation and fight the invaders to a standstill.
Unexpectedly, the wolf knight Doro was so powerful that he led his men to clear out almost all the statues and tied up all the little wizards who had gone mad from the gold coins.
Seeing Neville and the others, each dragging a young wizard who was bound hand and foot, McGonagall thought that it was the best thing to let Voldemort cause turmoil at the time chosen by Dumbledore and the others.
"It seems Mrs. Pomfrey has a lot on her plate." Professor Sprout counted the bound wizards; there were thirteen in total, a rather significant number.
It includes students from all grades and colleges.
Moreover, it was clear from the three or five young wizards who were tied up that the person who bound them was a craftsman.
How can we describe these artisans?
It should be said that they shouldn't have been at Hogwarts. Perhaps studying at a magic school in Japan would have been more suitable for them and would have allowed them to better utilize their talents.
In particular, these artisans are also exchanging their experiences.
"I tied it the best."
"Nonsense! My tying is the most practical!"
Hehehe~
Hearing these words, Sprout felt that he was too old and might not be able to fit in well with the young wizards.
There must be something wrong with Hogwarts' education!
Getting to the root of the problem is essential!
The root cause of Hogwarts' academic decline lies with the headmaster! The headmaster seduced the Dark Lord! And even nurtured him!
The usually kind witch seemed to have a sudden enlightenment at that moment.
It's also possible that exposure to some unspeakable, taboo knowledge has caused the brain to overload, resulting in a physiological process that one perceives as enlightenment.
Because no matter which Dark Lord it was, they were all once proper European and American gentlemen, and they simply couldn't bear to look at this kind of thing after everything had initially come to a head.
School clinic.
Ryan and Flitwick lifted Quirrell onto the hospital bed and then began to resuscitate Mrs. Pomfrey and Ron. Fortunately, both of them had certain protective mechanisms, and their coma was only temporary.
After using a healing and calming potion, both of them were fine.
"I can't—let you go—." Ron, still somewhat dazed, spoke intermittently before falling asleep on the hospital bed again. Just as Ryan was about to say something, he heard a large chorus of footsteps coming from the doorway.
Then, led by the two professors, a group of young wizards carried in thirteen people one after another.
All thirteen people had traces of gold coins embedded in their bodies.
"Put them all here." Professor McGonagall pointed to the empty bed next to Quirrell and instructed the young wizards to lift the people onto the bed, then use the ropes she conjured to secure the young wizards to the four corners of the bed.
What a strange situation! The mentor and his thirteen disciples looked at the world-famous painting "The Last Ward." Ryan had something to say, but he didn't know how to express it.
Hey! What happened today... isn't the symbolism of God a bit too strong?
Ryan gave up thinking; it was all a coincidence.