Chapter 232 Is This The Matter?

"Owl?! - Filius, could there be a more amusing explanation than this?".

Severus Snape was trembling with rage, feeling the blood rise, and his face was terrifying.

"Look at all of this!".

Snape raised trembling hands and pointed forcefully to a disordered office, as well as pieces of wooden doors scattered everywhere, with a terrifying light in his eyes.

"An owl that can completely break down the wooden door of Hogwarts and also recognize potion materials?" Snape growled in anger, kicking the debris with a firm blow, causing a dull thud on the wooden floor.

"But...after my magical retrospective in your office, there was only one sign of owl activity." Professor Flivi shrugged helplessly.

"I'm sorry, if that's the case, perhaps Hogwarts will need to consider adding an owl to the enrollment list next year."

Snape couldn't help but scoff. "I just took a closer look. All the stolen materials are very rare potions in the market, at least a third of them are potions. Most of the students haven't even heard the name."

"It's a blasting spell. It's a very clever blasting spell that destroyed the door of your office."

Facing the grim Snape, Professor Flivi corrected dryly, "Clean and direct, the entire wooden door was blown directly. To be honest, I still haven't figured out how this spell was done."

"Perfect?"

Professor Snape shouted, looking through the empty drawers piled at the door. Snape couldn't help but feel a piercing pain, almost all of his salary was deposited there. Some hobbies, even without careful inventory, he knew his savings had been almost halved.

"Someone entered my office, with unprecedented arrogance, shameless provocation! Shouldn't our focus now be on how to find the shameful thief? As for which cursed evil was used-"

"This is important, youngsters."

At this moment, a somewhat strange voice interrupted Snape's growling.

People turned their heads and saw Mr. Otto Apocalis, who had just joined the Hogwarts faculty, picking up a piece of wood from the floor, observing it carefully, and continuing with dignity.

"We can obtain a lot of information from magical traces, for instance, you are lucky."

Looking at the elder in front of him, Snape frowned and smiled in anger. "Excuse me, Mr. Apocalis, do you call this...luck?".

"That's right." The old wizard nodded calmly and made a silent gesture to Dumbledore's face. "At least, you should be glad that this was a theft, not an assault...this professor, if you had been in the office at that time, maybe we would need to repair more than just this wooden door."

"Of course, if I were in the office at that time..." Snape's eyes flashed sharply and he said bitterly.

"Well, you might have died."

Grindelwald looked at the slender potions professor and replied unpleasantly.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to you-"

The old wizard said as he looked at the Hogwarts professors standing around him. After pausing for a few seconds, especially on Dumbledore's body, he smiled sardonically, showing yellow teeth.

"I mean, all of you present can die unprepared, including me and Professor Dumbledore."

You know, even in front of the group of wizards from the Austrian Ministry of Magic, trained in combat, Elena could make her way solely with a pair of pink fists and a cute and seemingly harmless appearance. But he experienced the terrible destructive power of the little monster once with his own experience.

If they were replaced by the professors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with their weak physiques, perhaps they couldn't even withstand the blow of the small white-haired bun.

"..."

Severus Snape's face remained motionless, because he had previously learned the "real identity" of "Otto Apocalis" through Professor Dumbledore. Hearing the assessment from the legendary Mr. Hornheim, Snape couldn't believe that he could be stronger than those two, even if he trusted himself.

Seeing Snape's silence, Otto Apocalis nodded satisfactorily, turned to look at the little wizard beside him, and nodded with some regret.

"As for the question the professor just asked..."

"Pillius Flivi, Professor of Curses, Dean of Ravenclaw House, you can call me Filius directly."

Professor Flivi bowed courteously and responded respectfully, "It would be best if you can help me answer my doubts, I really can't understand what kind of blasting spell can directly break a two-foot-thick wooden door."

"It's actually very simple, but it's just a small trick."

As Grindelwald spoke, he slowly looked at Dumbledore, who was nearby. Indeed, the old friend's eyes also showed deep curiosity. Of course, his involvement in the restoration work of Newmongard Castle would make Dumbledore especially interested in this topic.

"You just need to control the spell and let the spell's power explode inside the object, and you can easily create this effect."

The old wizard took out his wand and randomly aimed at an empty wooden drawer in Snape's office. Without uttering any spell sound, a red light shot directly from the wand tip and hit the wooden drawer.

After a brief delay of one or two seconds, the entire wooden drawer suddenly inflated like a balloon and then, "crack", exploded instantly into countless small wood fibers floating in the air.

"Wait." It wasn't until that moment that Snape's voice was heard.

The poor potions professor slowly turned his head and looked at the remnants of the "wooden drawer" like cotton flakes floating in the office. He sighed wearily and waved his hand decisively, "Forget it, then."

"It turns out that the blasting spell's magic was controlled in stages, ingeniously, it was really a brilliant idea."

Without wasting time to deal with Snape's ugly face, Professor Flivi excitedly applauded, shaking his head and exclaiming, this kind of change that can greatly increase the power of the spell without needing a spell, interested him too much.

"He's cunning, but he's also dangerous, in fact, my personal suggestion is that this should be the end."

Gellert Grindelwald imprudently nodded, glanced at the pensive Albus Dumbledore who was on the edge of the crowd, shrugged helplessly, and said significantly.

"If you let things take their course, it will benefit no one. So, let Albus and I take care of the follow-up. I believe a situation similar to this should not happen again."

It must be said that both he and Dumbledore underestimated the destructive power of the girl. Now, Elena, in a certain sense, is fully equipped to dismantle Hogwarts Castle.

"Of course... I also think so. Such a thing is absolutely intolerable and should not be allowed."

Dumbledore nodded, with a very serious expression, and said, glancing at the deceptive fragments of the wooden door, he couldn't help but frown, skillfully wielded his wand and began to repair the broken door.

Indeed, he would have to ask later, in less than a week, Grindelwald has taught something to his students: to know that before going to the Newmontgarde Castle, Elena is somewhat capricious, but ultimately she is just a first-year witch who has just mastered the mantra of light and took the initiative to expel the darkness from the students.

"So, can I understand it as..."

Severus Snape looked at Dumbledore and then "Otto Apocalis" and said slowly, "This matter, whether it's a broken office or a stolen potion from the princes, is everything okay?"

"Sorry, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly, with a trace of exhaustion in the deep wrinkles of his face. "But don't worry, I will help you fix the office."

"This is Hogwarts!" Snape sighed heavily, his nose twitching violently.

"Young people, don't forget, there are nearly a thousand students here."

Otto Apocalis straightened up and said with a serious expression, a tone of indifference in his voice.

"Regarding your lost potion, I am willing to help you bear the corresponding losses. We do not want this to happen. What we need now is to solve the problem, not to expand it further."

Of course, as a generous alchemist, at this moment, you should take the initiative to help the confused young ones.

"..."

Upon hearing Grindelwald's promise, Dumbledore slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at the old companion beside him, his lips trembled slightly, and he resisted the urge to scold. Again, really!?

"It seems that there is a relatively unruly guest in Hogwarts Castle."

Severus Snape silently looked at the two old wizards, puzzled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a deep breath to try to contain the fire within him.

Undoubtedly, being able to freely enter and leave Hogwarts, and perplex these two wizards at the same time, will definitely not be a presence he can continue to pursue, in other words, the silent man is almost determined to let it go.

"If there are no further questions, may I go to class? Professor Dumbledore. I have to go to the potions class to see how a group of first-year rookies mess up the potions."

After so many years, Severus Snape felt for the first time how terrible it was to stand in front of his office. He even felt a relief at the thought of going to the potions class to teach the clumsy little wizards.

"Severus, if you are worried about the newcomers messing up the potions... you really can consider my previous suggestion," Dumbledore blinked, he didn't know why, but he always felt a bit uneasy.

"No need to think about that."

The potions professor frowned vigorously and impatiently waved his hands. "The best way to learn potion is to cook it over and over again. Just at this point, I will never give in."

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Goo ~

Chapter 1 ~ 3000-word chapter

As for whether there is a second chapter, la la la la ~ It seems that the bet has not been settled yet ~

Fat chickens are good at talking, so this time you can't deny it.

[Elena Kaslana] The number of True Love Houses has not been reached, it is much worse, it seems that it will not be completed.

(As for where, I certainly won't tell you~)

Hmm, probably the leave of absence will be back again (2/7), right?