Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Cough, cough, cough..."

With the help of several listless Aolo, Scrimgeour clutched his chest and struggled to stand up, but as soon as he was halfway up, he felt a sharp pain in the muscles and bones of his body, and then he fell to the ground again.

"minister!"

"I...I'm not...ok..."

After just a few words, Scrimgeour seemed to have exhausted all his strength and could only breathe heavily. After a while, he felt a little better.

"How are our people?" he asked softly.

"The loss...the loss is heavy." Ao Luo beside him replied heavily, "There are only twelve of us left..."

"Where are the others!"

"Everyone...all..." Ao Luo took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, minister, we were a step late. By the time we rescued them from those damn vines, they had already..."

"Okay!" Scrimgeour interrupted Aoluo, shook his head slightly, and stared at the two people who were still fighting.

After a long while, he sighed: "They...are all good guys..."

His voice was very soft, like a murmur, but his fists were clenched tightly at some point, and they still wouldn't relax even if there was severe pain.

"Where are the students?" Scrimgeour asked again.

"Professor McGonagall and the others are here and have rescued them."

"That's good...that's good..."

He finally felt relieved a little, and a strong dizziness immediately engulfed him, and he fell directly on his back. But in the end, he did not fall directly to the ground, and the Aoluo people caught him.

Dumbledore's arrival made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Only Dumbledore looked solemn and carefully dealt with Ike's fierce attack.

Indeed, as Horace said, he is no longer as agile as he was in previous years. This is not only talking about his skills and reactions, but also his sense of magic.

Facing Ike's fierce attacks, he mostly relied on his own experience to predict. Several times, his mind thought of it, but the movements of his hands were slow.

That curse made him even weaker!

Fortunately, with the Elder Wand, the power of magic can still be guaranteed, so Ike must carefully deal with every spell he casts, which gave him a little breathing room.

But looking at Ike, who is constantly improving and gradually adapting, Dumbledore knows very well that he is no longer his opponent...

In contrast, Ike was much more excited. Although the previous battle consumed a lot of his magic power, he could quickly recover with the magic power brought by taking the olive fruit without using those large-scale, high-destruction magic.

He is now 60 to 70% better and can even be said to be in excellent condition.

This kind of high-intensity, high-quality battle is not common, and it also makes Ike's combat experience improve rapidly. Even if Dumbledore doesn't want to, he can only admit that he is now Ike's whetstone.

The more Ike hit, the more excited he became, and the spell became faster and faster. Gradually, there were some subtle changes. Both he and Dumbledore noticed this, but their moods were different.

Dumbledore's spellcasting gradually slowed down. Although he could still block Ike's attack, it was limited to this. He could only make random counterattacks from time to time, but it was only painless. Most of them were phantomed by Ike.

Escaped by moving.

Sudden!

After blocking an incoming curse, he phantomed to avoid another curse that followed. However, when faced with another curse that appeared in front of him again, he was about to raise his wand to block it, but he felt

His right hand suddenly twitched.

"Bang!"

The wand flew out of his hand, and his body was knocked upside down. He adjusted his center of gravity in a panic to avoid falling to the ground.

Ackerley ignored the Elder Wand that was flying towards him, and raised his hand to throw out two spells. A white light hit the Elder Wand, sending it back to Dumbledore, and another green light fell directly on it.

On Dumbledore's body.

This time, Dumbledore's reaction was still one step slower. After the green light hit him, he used the Silent and Silent Curse. Although he was inevitably knocked away again, there was a bit of a smile on his face.

"Crack!"

Ike frowned and subconsciously touched his abdomen with his left hand. Looking again, he saw only bright red blood on his hand. He staggered and took several steps back to stabilize his body. By this time, a lot of blood had flowed out.

It actually stained one side of his clothes red.

"He's hurt! Get him!"

Scrimgeour suddenly became energetic and shouted. But before he could finish speaking, Sirius took the lead and cast a spell.

"All petrified!"

"Crack!"

Ike waved his hand to block the curse, but it inevitably affected the wound on his abdomen, and cold sweat immediately flowed from his forehead.

Looking coldly at Sirius and others who were rushing over, Ike waved his wand and disappeared directly.

"Damn it!"

Sirius cursed and kicked a broken branch on the ground hard as if to vent his anger, which immediately affected the wound on his body and made him grimace in pain.

When the Weasleys saw Ike leaving, they ran directly to Dumbledore's side. They helped him up and asked with concern: "Albus, how are you?"

"It's okay, Molly." A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, he picked up the wand beside him and stood up with the help of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

After sweeping the dust on his robe for a moment, Dumbledore said with a smile: "It's just a little sore. I dare say Ike must be much more serious than me." After saying that, he winked at the two of them.

Mrs. Weasley did not respond to Dumbledore's lame joke. She loosened her hand holding him with a straight face and left without saying a word, walking towards where Bill, Ginny, and Fleur were.

"Aren't my jokes so funny, Arthur?" Dumbledore looked at Mr. Weasley who was still supporting him in confusion, but only received a kind smile in return.

What he was about to say was interrupted by Scrimgeour, who was staggering over.

"Albus, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Rufus, but you need to recuperate for a while." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour and said seriously.

"I have sent a message. People from the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's will arrive soon, which will be enough for the wounded to receive good rescue." Scrimgeour said, the fierceness in his eyes fleeting.

Dumbledore looked normal and said: "That would be great..."

As she was talking, someone suddenly appeared next to her. She was wearing square glasses and a dark green robe. Before she could speak, Dumbledore asked: "How are the students, Minerva?"

"Fortunately, there were only a few unlucky ones who hit the corner of the table, and Poppy has already cured them." Professor McGonagall replied, nodding slightly at Scrimgeour.

"minister."

"Professor McGonagall." Scrimgeour nodded slightly as a greeting, and then said to Dumbledore, "That's it for now, Albus. I will definitely have a lot of things to do next."

"Yes, there has been such a big mess..." Dumbledore said, "But after some time, I hope to have a good chat with you."

"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded in agreement, then turned around and limped away.

When he walked away, Dumbledore suddenly turned to look at Professor McGonagall, and asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Minerva, are all the students at school now?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said.

"That's not possible." Dumbledore shook his head after hearing this, "They have to come out and go to the station in Hogsmeade, at least for the new students."

"Merlin! Do you want those frightened little guys to walk again?" Professor McGonagall's face was full of disbelief.

"Of course, Minerva, this is tradition." Dumbledore said seriously, "The more times like this, the more precious tradition becomes."

"Magic should be beautiful and wonderful, and we still have a chance to erase the trauma in their hearts..."

"They are our future, Minerva..."

As he said that, he lightly patted Professor McGonagall's shoulder with his right hand, then winked mischievously and folded his hands naturally in front of him.

Professor McGonagall glanced at it subconsciously and nodded slightly. There was no other reaction, but the appearance of those hands was imprinted in his mind.

One is very pale, and the other is also very pale.

Sickly pale...