This Hogwarts is not normal

10 minutes ago, the school hospital.

After settling Trelawney, McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.

"What is it?" Snape was more anxious than ever.

"I don't know." Mag shook her head helplessly, "I didn't hear the first sentence Sibyl said clearly, but I vaguely heard the word 'real'."

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for her to continue.

Mag took a deep breath, "Tonight, he will face an unprecedented challenge and face those terrifying monsters.

He began to long for power and all the power that could conquer the world.

After overcoming this challenge, he will grow up quickly and personally destroy the order that the magical world has maintained for thousands of years."

Snape's face was extremely gloomy.

The protagonist of the prophecy is already clear, and it can only be Voldemort, who has little power left.

"Dumbledore, that man is in the Albanian forest now?"

"An old friend of mine told me so."

Snape turned around without saying a word.

"Severus," Dumbledore stopped him, "the prophecy this time does not make it clear who it is, and even the hints are very vague."

There are indeed many terrible monsters in the Albanian forests, but the prophecy speaks of growth, not restoration of strength.

unless……

Snape unclenched his clenched fists and said, "Dumbledore, do you know something?"

"I'm not sure." Dumbledore's expression was quite complicated.

The end of the prophecy was to "personally destroy the order that the magical world has maintained for thousands of years", and as far as he knew, there was actually more than one suspect.

If Voldemort comes back, there will undoubtedly be a new war.

The protagonist of the prophecy thirteen years ago was Harry, and only one of him and Voldemort could survive.

Was it before the war? Or after the war? No one knows.

As for the other suspect...

A glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and his expression became extremely determined, "I think I need to go somewhere now."

"Where to go?" McGonagall and Snape were both anxious.

A burst of fire appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Go find an old friend, an old friend who can answer your questions."

The red flame spread quickly and enveloped his entire body.

Snape wanted to ask more questions, but Fawkes had already taken him away.

"Severus, what we have to do now is wait patiently for Albus to come back."

The Albanian forest is a restricted area that even dark wizards dare not enter, and only a handful of wizards can guarantee that they will escape unscathed.

Snape said nothing, but McGonagall knew he had calmed down.

As soon as she loosened her pursed lips, she pursed them tightly again.

The two of them looked out the window at the same time.

There was something spreading the aura of despair in the dark night sky.

It's so big that dementors from all over the Scottish Highlands might be here.

Without any communication, McGonagall and Snape ran out of the campus hospital at the same time.

It happened to be during Halloween dinner, and it happened to be after Dumbledore left.

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hall,

A cold and desperate atmosphere began to spread.

"Sed!" Vincent raised his wand high and cast the Patronus Charm.

Just as the Suanni Patronus flew out of the castle, Cedric's horse Patronus also appeared.

Sprout smiled and nodded, then with a sullen face, he and Flitwick raised their wands at the same time.

"Calling God to Guard——"

The Patronus of the Eagle and the Patronus of the Mole chased them out of the castle.

The most important thing now is not why the Dementors came together as a team, but how to protect all the students in the school.

The four patron saints flew out of the castle one after another, and even Neville, who had just woken up, knew why.

This time it was not on the train, Lupine was not the only one to teach the Patronus Charm.

Mag ran into the auditorium and looked around, raised his wand and chanted a spell.

Her patronus is the same as her Animagus form, a highly recognizable tabby cat.

"There was a little accident, let's continue with the dinner!"

Snape, who arrived on the back foot, seemed to have no intention of casting the Patronus Charm.

A small number of students secretly complained that he didn't know how to do it. The most representative ones were of course Fred and George.

McGonagall is a tabby cat, Flitwick is an eagle, and Sprout is a mole.

"They are all Headmasters. I'm afraid Snape is not one of those corrupted evil wizards."

The twins spoke with certainty, as if he would be devoured by maggots that appeared in the backfire as soon as he chanted the incantation.

Vincent couldn't help but complain: "Is there a possibility that Snape's patronus is a snake?"

The friends all looked at the second largest pumpkin.

Harry's face looked much better than on the train. It seemed that the influence of the Dementors was already very small.

Hermione's tone was full of uncertainty: "The Serpentine Patronus is also a snake, so it should be able to be manipulated by Parseltongue."

Snape, sensing the malice, glared over.

She didn't dare to meet the cold gaze, but subconsciously looked at Vincent who gave her a thumbs up.

"You're right. He hates Harry so much. He definitely doesn't want everyone to know about his Patronus."

The cold eyes focused on the back of the scapegoat's head.

Vincent thought of Lupin.

His patron saint should also have an entity, maybe he chose to hide it due to some personal reasons.

"Why do I always feel so cold on the back of my head?"

Vincent turned around and glared back.

The two sides are evenly matched, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to determine the winner.

As for the dementors outside the castle, I can only give them a cool song.

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There is a country with a long history in southern Central Europe.

It borders Hungary and Slovakia to the east, Slovenia and Italy to the south, Switzerland and Liechtenstein to the west, and Germany and the Czech Republic to the north. It is a landlocked country far away from the ocean.

Dumbledore's destination is this country, to be precise, the Alps in the southwest of this country, the dilapidated fortress standing among the mountains.

"For the greater good..."

The writing on the fortress has been weathered for a long time, and the whole has decayed and fallen off.

Dumbledore murmured softly, as if he had returned to some distant time.

He closed his eyes and lost himself in the memories.

In a valley, two teenagers were lying on the soft grass.

[Albus, what do you think is the nature of the world?]

[It should be interests. Whether it is morality or law, they are essentially a reflection of protecting interests.]

[It’s a very interesting point of view. Any lofty ideals are just a banner, and their purpose is just to cover up the naked exchange of interests in secret?]

[My father... he and my sister were both victims.]

[Albus, have you ever thought about doing something?]

[Gellert, I...]

Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes.

1945——1993

It's been 48 years since they last met.

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