Nine hundred and thirtieth chapters turn against each other
As soon as Elena went out, she saw Old Carrot and Old Potato.
The two of them were walking from the other end of the corridor corner talking and laughing, as if they were just passing by. The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the firelight on both sides of the wall was swaying, echoing with the sound of the two old wizards.
footsteps.
The girl who suddenly appeared did not seem to attract the attention of the two of them. They were still discussing something intently.
"Yes, Hogwarts Castle has a very long history, it must be more than a thousand years ago."
"It can be seen that the decoration here is very charming, and it is indeed..."
Elena raised her eyebrows and looked at the two old wizards who were still acting "passing by".
The Hogwarts Principal's office is on the top floor of the castle, while Professor McGonagall's office is on the second floor of the castle. There is a whole five-floor gap between the two. If these two old people really can't stand the loneliness and want to take a walk, then there is no need to do so.
As for taking such a long detour at night.
Moreover, the chat content is all nonsense and embarrassing, which is really too fake!
Before she could take the initiative to speak, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head and asked in natural surprise.
"Hey, Miss Kaslana, your transfiguration class ended early tonight?"
"Yes, it ended less than half a minute ago...what a coincidence, Professor."
Elena glanced at the principal who had been squatting beside her for who knows how long, and whispered meaningfully.
"If I hadn't known that you usually have the habit of hanging out in school, I would have almost thought that you have been waiting for me to finish class next to Professor McGonagall's office. Obviously that is impossible. You have clearly said that you trust Professor McGonagall and me.
Of…right?”
"Of course -" Dumbledore replied calmly, with no trace of embarrassment in his smile.
"I really don't know what you are worried about. I know how to protect myself. This is not a year ago."
Elena curled her lips and did not continue to dwell on this issue.
She had long been accustomed to Dumbledore's distrust.
Even though she has become more mature, well-behaved, stable, and much more settled than before during this period, Dumbledore is still watching her as if he is on guard against a time bomb. For example, in the class just now, if she "negotiates" with McGonagall
"Failure" immediately took action, and within three seconds, two of the most powerful wizards of our time would break into the office and appear in the office.
Of course, depending on the different camps of the two people, the people they choose to help may be slightly different.
"How is it?" Grindelwald asked softly.
The old man's eyes fell on the wand held by the girl, and he frowned slightly.
"Are you okay, Elena?"
"Well...it's okay...it should be fine."
Elena shrugged easily, giving up the idea of pretending to be aggrieved.
"But I have a good news to tell you - I just suddenly understood how to release the transformation technique..."
She briefly talked about what had just happened and what she speculated.
"Well, you...you mean..."
Dumbledore pondered and motioned for Elena to walk upstairs with them, the half-moon lenses flashing with firelight.
"Transfiguration - this magic we call transfiguration - is essentially another concept?"
"An advanced replacement for information coverage, as it should be."
Elena said softly as she put away the wand in her hand and pointed at her head, "You know my problem. I look at the world from a different perspective than regular wizards. If it can be realized, it means I have found it."
direction."
Grindelwald let out a long breath.
"It's true," he said.
"What do you mean... it really is so, huh?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows curiously.
"Albus, think about it - you should be most familiar with the five exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation, and the new theory of transformation that the girl just mentioned can just explain the occurrence of those exceptions.
The reason...the magical world has been confined in the quagmire of certain errors for too long, and you can never get the right results from research in the wrong direction."
Grindelwald rubbed Elena's little head, his tone full of pride.
"I told you a long time ago that no one is qualified for this girl to follow and learn unconditionally... I, you, we all belong to the afterglow of the past, and her perception and thoughts are the future path of magic!"
Girl?
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
"Then why didn't this theory exist before, if it's really that simple?"
"Well, who knows," Grindelwald grinned. "Maybe they were all fools before. Maybe more importantly, all the teachers told the students before, right? Professor Dumbledore. How did you teach at that time?
Miss McGonagall’s?”
"...Hogwarts is a wizarding school, not a center for academic research."
Dumbledore replied politely, turning his head to look at Elena.
"So, what are you going to do next? [Miss Fool], Fairy Queen, or a new identity?"
"Do nothing -" Elena said, "no plan, no arrangement - our scientific research staff is short. This is an academic battle that professors should consider. This is not a field suitable for children like me.
,professor."
Elena gently curled her silver hair hanging on her shoulders with her fingers and said casually.
"This is a war, a Moyan war... right or wrong is not important for the time being, what is important is... who will become a heretic."
Whether it is the modern scientific world or the theological world, the birth of a new idea and doctrine must pay a price - there is no essential difference between academic heresy and religious heresy, and humans have never disappointed people for thousands of years.
Naturally, the magical world between the Middle Ages and modern times cannot avoid this bloody law.
"It's very reasonable and reasonable. Anyway, I don't think there is any problem!"
Grindelwald said, glancing at Dumbledore, and without thinking, he made a precise assist with his backhand.
"Teaching and educating people and passing on magical knowledge are the business of magic schools... Albus, if you still let Elena take charge of these matters, then you, the principal of Hogwarts, should just hand them over as soon as possible. You won't really
Is that what you think?"
Dumbledore massaged his forehead with both hands, as if he wanted to iron out wrinkles.
"Uh...of course..."
He put down his hand and sighed tiredly, "But I think... this still depends on Minerva's thoughts... After all, she is the Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. If she thinks there should be reforms, I will naturally
Will help..."
"I think so too, I still have to look at Professor McGonagall."
Elena nodded in agreement and smiled slightly, "So at the end of class today, I made an extra mention and invited Professor McGonagall to come to the [College Urban Research Institute] for a guided visit tomorrow. Do you want to accompany me then?
"
"What about you, tomorrow -"
"Tomorrow is the weekend, Professor Dumbledore, I have just entered the second grade..."
Elena blinked slyly, an expression of disbelief and condemnation written on her face.
"If it weren't for this after-school tutoring session you arranged, I would be happily attending the social evening in the Gryffindor common room instead of wandering up this...well...staircase that leads to who knows where.
——”
"...After walking up this staircase, you will reach the Gryffindor lounge. By the way, remember to jump-"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Elena was stunned for half a second, and then quickly reacted.
Oh yeah! That prank step on the Gryffindor staircase!
The source of all evil that caused her to lose her majesty in the anti-dark magic class of Class A, second grade!
She quickly stopped and carefully took a step forward.
Huh?
safe?!
Immediately afterwards, Elena took a few more tentative steps forward.
We still passed the customs safely and did not encounter any prank stairs that suddenly sank.
(*￣0￣)
Elena glanced at Dumbledore with a suspicious expression. Was this old carrot trying to trick her just now?
"Well - it's okay. Maybe today is not the time to trigger the mechanism..."
Dumbledore glanced at the thin plate that suddenly appeared where the girl was standing before, and then at the retired Dark Lord beside him who calmly put away his wand. Finally, he couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth. He felt as if he was a little redundant.
.
After returning to the principal's office later, he might have to have a good chat with Gellert.
As an educator who has been dealing with students for most of his life, some uncontrolled doting behaviors are actually not conducive to the healthy growth of little wizards. A little more care will be enough.
…………
The Gryffindor common room was noisy.
George and Harry were arm wrestling on the middle table, surrounded by a circle of spectators.
"Give up, Harry!" George suddenly shouted, pressing down hard, "It's too early for you!"
As a batter, George obviously couldn't lose to Harry as a seeker in terms of hand strength.
Even if according to the rules, Harry can use both hands in arm wrestling, the gap between the two is still too big - if it were not for taking care of his teammates, George could even resolve the fight in half a second.
But after acting for so long, he almost couldn't continue acting.
After all, compared to the deadlock on his side, as his partner, Miss Meryl, she directly crushed her opponent Ginny at the beginning.
boom!
With a muffled sound, Harry's hands hit the table hard.
"George wins! The total score is now 11:7! The heterochromatic team is in the lead!"
Lee Jordan announced loudly.
On the wall above the fireplace, the numbers on a magic scoreboard jumped.
Many girls and boys cheered excitedly, but the students standing behind Harry were not too disappointed.
"Is it our turn to play? Okay, George, do you want to admit defeat directly, or do you want to fight in a corner?"
Fred rubbed his wrists and crossed the crowd to sit in front of his twin brother.
At the same time, Angelina, the chaser of the Gryffindor team, also came out and looked meaningfully at Meryl, the female student body president who was sitting at the table next to George Weasley. She was fit and strong.
The forearm moved a bit.
"Senior Streep, my advice is the same, it's better to admit defeat..."
"Is this a tactic? I really didn't expect that——"
Meryl's expression changed slightly and she glanced at the next group of "different-colored teammates" lined up behind her and George.
It seems that they can only consume the opponent's physical strength as much as possible. Otherwise, when the combination of Penelo and the stupid goose meets Fred and Angelina, there will be almost no suspense - if I had known that she and George would be there later.
Appeared.
Anyway, neither she nor Penelope would be in trouble against the lionesses of Gryffindor.
"George, it's up to you...if you win, I'll make you a fruit salad——"
Miss Taozi turned her head, looked at her little boyfriend seriously, and said openly.
Anyway, this "wild boar" has been taken to her house, and the parents of both parties have also exchanged magical addresses. Meryl is not shy now. At this time, she must have used all the methods to stimulate her fighting power.