Chapter 225 Unlocking Spell

-Without a doubt.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Madam Pomfrey, and other "informed individuals" sat in the faculty seats, exchanging glances, always displaying an expression of sudden enlightenment on their faces.

When it comes to personal wealth in the magical world, history clearly records that the earliest production of magical stones...

Nicole Lemay and her wife (French, 10 years - 1417?), of course, are the first.

However, the wizards who possess the Philosopher's Stone are not limited to the Nicole Lemay family.

Hohenheim (Swiss, 149) who once left a distinguished reputation and several research achievements in the field of healing magic in Europe, and left a heavy mark in the non-magical world under the name of Paracelsus (November 11, 1541?), is another known wizard with a magical stone.

In fact, there are even a handful of people in the magical world who insist that perhaps Hohenheim is no less wealthy than Nicole Lemay, not only because he is a famous bachelor, but, more importantly, because he possesses the magical stone, and the pure measure of money has lost its meaning to them.

Although Hohenheim has never appeared in the magical world since 1541, there are still many signs that this old wizard still exists in this world, just like Nicole Lemay, to avoid being bothered by anyone and hiding in a safe house concealed by magic.

Thanks to the information from Dumbledore's chocolate frog card, there is a special connection between the most powerful white wizard in the magical world and those "eternal" old wizards and Nick Lemay. Public information.

Many people firmly believe that the reason Dumbledore can live for so long is probably because he once borrowed the power of the "Philosopher's Stone".

-"Alright, I should have thought about it."

Bobby Pomfrey shook her head helplessly.

Although there were two major student accidents, the actual pressure of treatment at Hogwarts was not as tense as Dumbledore had said, but when the reason for "patronage" is added, everything makes complete sense.

Madam Pomfrey turned her head to look at "Otto Apocalis" sitting at the end of the faculty seat, a flash of gratitude and friendship passed through her eyes, shrugging towards Professor Sprout, who was sitting beside her.

"Besides Nicole Lemay, who can be more generous than this old man?"

In her view, it is clear that whether as a therapist in the school infirmary or a castle steward, it is just an excuse for the old wizard to help Hogwarts.

"Actually, in my opinion, there is something more important than money, Bobby."

Professor Sprout smiled lightly and winked playfully at the friends around her.

"Do you remember when was the last time you took a semester break? You know, theoretically, with Mr. Otto's knowledge, Hogwarts, including [History of Magic], can be easily handled. Temporary substitutes for all courses in Citz, as long as permission is sought from Professor Dumbledore and the old gentleman."

"Holidays? How could that group of children rest assured?"

Upon hearing Professor Sprout's words, Madam Pomfrey shook her head helplessly. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stared intensely at "Otto Apocalis", and instantly felt the old wizard's face seemed to be looking up at her more and more.

Now that Hogwarts has the legendary top therapist sitting in town, perhaps she really can consider taking a day off from time to time.

Madam Pomfrey looked around the faculty and staff seats. She saw more of herself, all the teachers who knew the true identity of "Otto Apocalis" had a faint smile from the bottom of their hearts— evidently, she was not alone in thinking about this exceptional vacation plan.

Professor Dumbledore is worthy of being the most outstanding headmaster in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even in such difficult times, he can help the school overcome challenges in unexpected ways.

The entire room, whether the faculty seat or the dean's table, was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Everyone seemed to have dropped a heavy stone, displaying a sincere smile.

Well, except for Albus Dumbledore.

Since Gellert Grindelwald lost power in 1945, the first-generation Dark Lord granted half of the wealth to all the saints, and the other half was granted to Albus Dumbledore.

In other words, today Grindelwald has absolutely no assets, except for the mysterious little box— not to mention the stylish wizard robe he is wearing, even his personal clothes come from the personal sponsorship of Deng Bu Lido.

Moreover, it is really a familiar way of speaking. In the last month, similar words and feelings seem to have appeared at least two or three times.

Dumbledore blinked, slowly turned his head and looked at Grindelwald with a little confusion, and suddenly felt a very familiar tug at his heart; really, the familiar and shameless smile of others' generosity, it is exactly the same as a certain white ball that did not appear in the auditorium.

And wait a moment...

Dumbledore's face suddenly changed.

Logically speaking, Elena should not be absent from the presentation ceremony of Grindelwald. After all, in terms of relationship, this young and old "devil" can be considered the closest relationship between teacher and student.

Dumbledore has no doubt that, in order to not miss the presentation ceremony of Grindelwald, and even less to ask other students to show her the way, even if she threatened the ghosts, Elena would— unless, that white bun is more tempting to do a certain project clearly.

And... most importantly, Dumbledore just realized now that it seemed the first-year student from Hufflepuff, with whom Elena had a good relationship, didn't appear in the auditorium.

If he recalled correctly, it seemed that the last time Elena led the first-year students to steal the kitchen, it was the girl named Hannah Abbott who pointed her in the right direction.

"Even if Elena is now stealing from the Hogwarts kitchen, it is actually good news."

He didn't know why. Dumbledore suddenly had this strange thought in his mind—for the first time in history, the old man couldn't wait for breakfast to be over early.

...

At the same time.

The basement of Hogwarts Castle.

This is the entrance to an office in a dark corner. Through the torch on the wall, you can see the name of the office owner, Severus Snape, on the thick wooden door.

"Elena, I always feel like we are doing something wrong."

Hannah Abbott, holding many potion materials in her hands, stood timidly in the corridor, reaching out her right hand and pulling Elena's sleeve, and said cautiously, her eyes mixed with fear and a strange emotion.

"And the door is obviously locked, which is different from the potion class we have attended before. Do you think it's enough to bring these raw potion materials?"

"Of course it's not enough. What if Professor Snape has spare materials in his office?"

Elena shook her head and took the rosy face of little Lori Hannah in both hands, and said determinedly, "So, should we give up our efforts? Don't worry, as long as we move fast enough, no one will notice."

"And the locked door?"

The silver-haired witch smiled confidently, turned around and drew her magic wand, "You don't know, I have mastered quite an advanced unlocking spell these days."

"Alohomora!"

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