Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"So is it true? Professor Dumbledore came back last night?!"

The next day, when everyone was having breakfast in the auditorium, they suddenly heard a commotion from the staff seats.

Everyone looked over curiously, just to see Mr. Filch surrounded by a group of professors, asking something excitedly.

This scene is rare, and people rarely see Argus Filch in his seat.

Because Filch doesn't usually dine in the staff chair, as Hogwarts Castle Keeper, he seems to be a transparent person most of the time.

He always finished his meal early, and then waited outside the auditorium or in some corridors, waiting for an opportunity to arrest those little wizards who had nowhere to vent their energy after meals.

In the eyes of most young wizards, gloomy, ugly, and irritable almost mean the same thing as Argus Filch.

However, Filch was obviously in a pretty good mood today... People saw his smile for the first time.

But that sullen, terrifying sneer was a joy from the heart.

"Oh yes--"

Filch looked at the professors around him and replied calmly.

"Dumbledore came last night, and I'm sure—he gave me this, and a sentence."

"Hogwarts is now a real school of magic, where everyone can be taught magic."

As he spoke, he carefully took out a wand from his bosom. The surface of the wand was covered with scabs and fibrous lines.

This isn't an old wand, though.

Each of its scabs has been polished, and a gem is set at the end of the rod.

"Wand? A real... magic school?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, looking at the castle keeper in confusion.

"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you meant, didn't Dumbledore say something else?"

"I am what Professor Dumbledore wants to convey to you..."

Filch grinned, looked around at the equally confused formal professors, raised his wand and read softly.

"Orchids are blooming—"

Bang.

It sounded like fireworks.

The next moment, a cluster of flowers bloomed at the tip of Filch's cane.

This magic is not complicated.

After Professor Quirrell taught him three times last night, he managed to master it.

In fact, according to Professor Quirrell's evaluation, Filch's comprehension and magic power are not low.

Squibs can clearly see ghosts, dementors...and all kinds of magical phenomena.

This means that Filch has no problem with magic perception or even magic power, he is just "short-circuited".

When he is within the range of Hogwarts Castle, he can bypass the magic passage blocked by himself and directly call the "Magic Web" to cast spells.

"This this……"

Professor McGonagall was a little disapproving at first, but suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Perhaps this magic is not surprising for any wizard, but it appeared in Filch's hands!

As the vice-principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall naturally knew Filch's identity as a Squib.

And when the Squib can cast spells, what does this mean...

"Professor Quirrell has also recovered his spellcasting ability—"

Filch said he had never experienced such a high-profile sensation.

Quirinus Quirrell didn't appear at the dinner table today, he seemed to have something to deal with.

Therefore, about Professor Quirrell, he will also explain it together-with the exclamations from the faculty seats, a new week has begun.

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"Have you heard? Filch has changed his strategy now..."

There was a lot of discussion on the long Gryffindor table during lunch that day.

Ron glanced at George and Fred, lowered his voice, and pointed to Filch not far away.

"I heard that this morning, Filch used a levitating spell to catch two hapless people who were chasing and playing in the hallway."

"It's terrible. I thought he couldn't use magic. Be careful—"

"Yes. Very scary—"

George absently stirs the potato soup with a spoon.

"Because we are the two unlucky bastards, your news is late."

"It's forbidden to cast spells in the corridor. Isn't this a rule he made? It's really unfair."

Fred said angrily, and it seemed like the end of the world was coming.

"Besides, we really didn't violate any school rules this time..."

"Maybe it was in the past? I told you to restrain yourself."

Percy said disapprovingly while cutting his ox kidney, frowning slightly.

"Speaking of which, do you feel any change in yourselves - today's spell class is a disaster."

"The magic spirits in the air have become more active..."

Seamus said in an unfathomable tone, but he still couldn't hold back his expression and tilted his head towards the long table next door.

"This is what Luna said, but I also feel this way. Our Transfiguration class has also seen a great improvement in the whole class."

"I heard the professors discussing in the morning. Professor Dumbledore came back last night."

Harry said that he also participated in the gossip discussion, "I heard that Hogwarts evolved overnight?"

He planned to ask Hagrid after class today - Elena might be a more suitable candidate.

But she and Hermione didn't show up all morning.

I couldn't see them in class either, no one knew where they went, and the professors only said that the two had taken a temporary leave of absence.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in Hogwarts Castle.

This is a very remote, locked tower that is never visited by students.

Since the completion of Hogwarts Castle, the four founders of Hogwarts have locked it up.

Except for the previous principals, no one can get here - most people don't even know this place exists.

However, just like the Dark Lord who broke into Godric's Hollow back then.

After many years, this place was discovered by another younger and more lovely Demon King.

"Powerful - blasting."

Boom!

Elena raised her wand and said calmly.

With a deafening loud noise, a cloud of smoke rose from the Shimen in front.

After the smoke dissipated, the stone gate continued to stand intact.

"Or...let's forget it? I still think..."

Hermione looked at the expressionless Elena and suggested cautiously.

Although they were approved by Professor McGonagall in advance, they were also authorized by Dumbledore (as Elena said).

However, Hermione still has very strong doubts about the authenticity of this approval and authorization.

After all, if it's really legal and compliant entry, why wouldn't you use an explosion spell to open the door!

"Today, I've opened the door-"

Elena said expressionlessly, and took a deep look at the smooth stone door.

Obviously, this stone door has a complete magical defense mechanism.

pity……

Most magical defenses are meaningless before absolute power.

Elena snapped her fingers lightly, and the box of Valkyria III floating behind her was automatically disassembled.

Through the Philosopher's Stone, as well as dozens of top alchemy masters and mechanical power experts, they quickly floated over to the perfect magical armor.

And Elena's preparations don't stop there. She intends to smash this narrow door in one breath.

"Rua, Rua, Rua, Rua—"

rumbling—

Before the state of Elena was finished, the stone door in front opened automatically.

The magic torches lit up one by one, spreading up the wall like dominoes.

"All right--"

Elena shrugged and sighed regretfully.

In fact, she has always wanted to try the tenfold enhancement, plus what kind of destructive effect the Valkyrie armor will cause.

But for now, I haven't found a target that can withstand her attack. It seems that this opportunity will have to wait until later.

"Let's go up - it's time for an update to Holgwarts' Book of Admission and Pen of Acceptance."

"The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance?"

asked Hermione curiously, as they were walking up the spiral staircase.

"Well, the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance, this is one of the most important props of Hogwarts."

Elena nodded, and while walking up the stairs, she explained in a low voice to Hermione beside her.

"The four founders of Hogwarts cast an unknown magic on the pen of acceptance, which will automatically record a certain range - I guess it should be the UK, no more than the European region, all newborns with magic The name of a gifted child. And the Book of Admission bears powerful and enduring magic. As the overseer of the Pen of Acceptance, it will refuse the Pen of Acceptance unless it receives sufficient proof that a person possesses magical abilities. Write his name on it."

"The Book of Admission records the name and date of birth of each wizarding child, so it tells people who will be at Hogwarts and when."

"In fact, Professor McGonagall checks the book every year—it's part of the vice-chancellor's job."

"Based on the information above, she will send admission notices to those children who are about to turn eleven, inviting them to come to the school."

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has relied on them for thousands of years."

"but……"

Elena paused for a moment and looked forward thoughtfully.

While they were talking, they had come to the top of the tower, and there was only a small room here.

A mysterious, fuzzy orange light shone in, and incomprehensible incomprehensible magic words were engraved on the surrounding walls.

It reminded Elena of Sybill Trelawney's fortune-telling classroom in the North Tower, but the air was much cleaner.

In the center of the room is an ancient stone platform that looks extremely rough and simple.

On the stone platform, lay a large book made of parchment with a black dragon skin cover.

Above the black-covered book, a crystal clear crystal pen was anxiously circling the stone platform and the book, as if trying to let it open the cover.

"Sure enough, the judging standard of the pen of acceptance is more forgiving-"

Elena looked at the crystal pen that was constantly flying, nodded lightly, and walked in.

As the principals have previously described, even a hint of magic is enough to tempt the pen of acceptance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the book of admission will not allow the pen to write on it unless sufficient evidence is found name.

Children born into wizarding families who are not magically gifted occasionally have some faint magical aura from their parents, but once the magic of the parents wears off, it becomes apparent that they are incapable of casting spells. A person with a weak magical aura is called a Squib, and the Book of Admission is perfect to prevent Hogwarts from accidentally admitting Squib to the school.

"But..." Hermione looked at Elena in confusion, not knowing what she wanted to do.

"The old rules don't apply anymore, and Hogwarts won't turn anyone away."

Elena said softly, walked to the **** book, and stared at the book that seemed to be trembling slightly.

"From now on, Hogwarts Castle will become the first and most desirable place in the wizarding world - the Holy Land of Magic."

"Do you want to open it yourself, or let me help you manually complete the 'upgrade'?"

"Actually...if necessary, I don't mind changing to a new one..."

Elena took out a large black book from her chest and turned it up and down in her hand.

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