Chapter 287 What Great Winds And Waves Have They Not Experienced...

"Professor Dumbledore, we...no..."

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of Albus Dumbledore, Hannah Little Lori, who had already been frightened, lost the color of blood in her face, and it turned pale. A touch of tears became more evident.

You know, she is just a first-year girl who has just entered Hogwarts. This kind of "violation of school rules" was directly discovered by the director and the new castle administrator. It was really terrible for Hannah. The girl already started to imagine the scene in which she pushed her suitcase and returned to the broken cauldron in her uncle's scolding voice.

However, compared to Hannah Abbot, who was about to cry, the mindset of the root cause of all this confusion was undoubtedly much better. At that moment, she was still watching the two elderly with interest. In the same paragraph of "Pair of Pajamas", a flash of excitement and meaningful gossip shone in her eyes.

After all, the scene in front of her is really too childish compared to the mortgage of Hogwarts and the creation of Salzburg.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald have experienced many storms and waves. Elena doesn't believe that the mental qualities of these two elders will collapse so easily in the face of such a small scene; at most, they will be slightly disturbed.

"Miss Aibo, are you hurt?"

Hannah's ears heard Dumbledore's gentle voice, as if it were a ray of afternoon sun, quickly easing the tension and anxiety in the young girl's heart.

"Don't worry, you won't be punished anymore. Rest assured, I actually have a general understanding of what is happening. Now, the rest will be handled by me and Mr. Otto."

The old man stood in the middle of the hallway and looked around the wall as if it had been destroyed by dozens of monsters. He smoked without a trace in the corners of his eyes, let out a deep sigh, and tried to suppress the gruff feeling that was turning his chest.

Hogwarts Castle is a magical fortress that was used to defend against external threats.

In other words, most of the facilities in the castle, including the walls and the floor, have certain magical power, or resistance to magic, and routine magical repairs and reinforcements are carried out every week; otherwise, the castle, which has been destroyed by students for thousands of years, would now have become a dilapidated and ruined building.

However, Elena's magical power clearly goes beyond the normal spellcasting range of a young wizard. Dumbledore doesn't understand it much, but it is an explosive spell that most wizards would use. Why would this younger witch of ten years become as terrible as advanced dark magic?

You know, don't say that a mixed-race girl, even if Merlin were to be reincarnated, might not be able to blast the walls of a historic castle like this at the same age; in fact, most curses from young wizards hitting the stone wall of Hogwarts, at most, left a white mark or some stone fragments.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Otto, good evening!"

Elena waved her hand quite cutely, as if she had just met the neighbor next door during a night walk.

At the same time, with the appearance of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the three glowing white spells "linnjing" on the back of her left hand quickly dimmed.

The most essential role of the unbreakable vow is to restrict the wizard, not to act as a pager for instant messaging. It has always inspired the vow forcibly. In reality, it is a very difficult burden for Elena, whether in magical feedback or in the body. There will be a certain degree of pain and fatigue; all pretense comes with a price, but some people can hide all the subsequent pain with a smile.

If it weren't for the lack of a more reliable method to ask for help, she wouldn't always use this kind of edge to repeatedly violate the vow to ask for help. The elderly heroine, Elena, is nothing more than a weak, poor, and helpless witch, the same as everyone else except that she can eat a little.

However, it was also the existence of a mischievous spirit, and Pipi's reaction was beyond Elena's expectations.

With the two elders, to be precise, the sudden appearance of Dumbledore, the ghost of Pippi floating in the air seemed petrified, and stopped motionless in the air, with the remaining three or four pieces of chalk around him flying up and down according to the inertia.

In Pippi's knowledge, Hogwarts rarely sees such momentary movements. Its most common opponents are usually castle administrators wandering the castle, rather than the powerful magic director and official teacher.

To be precise, because Pippi's ghost is a chaotic elf born from the subconscious rebellion of the students against the spirits, when facing teachers and principals, there will always be unconscious fears, it seems to be a kind of attribute marked in the depths of the soul.

Click.

Snap.

A sharp crunch sounded from the ceiling of the hallway. A small piece of gravel fell as the crack opened, hitting Pippi's head accurately, and then bounced off the pile of debris below.

Dumbledore quickly looked at the messy hallway, turned around, and stared at the ball of white hair holding the wand, trying to calm his tone.

"Elena Caslana, can you explain..."

Dumbledore pointed at the heaps of debris around the cracks and sides and the ceiling of the cracked hallway. The white beard trembled slightly, a hand pressed against his chest, "What the devil happened for you to carry out such overwhelming confrontation with curses?"

"Professor Dumbledore, listen to my explanation, this is just a little game."

Elena blinked tenderly, innocently extended her hands, and explained lightly.

"As for the content of the game, I actually hit the floating chalks in the air with Mr. Pippi Ghost. I just made some mistakes during the game and accidentally hit the surrounding walls."

"Oh my God..."

Pippi sighed in the air with her arms crossed, "Game? This is not my rule of the game. Good heavens... Professor Dumbledore, if you had appeared a few seconds later, maybe all of Hogwarts would have been demolished by her."

What!?

Elena raised her eyebrows, this kind of attitude from Pippi, blaming others and demanding justice?! She really was someone who couldn't stand losing.

"Yes, isn't it because some kids are so bad that they fail too many spells?"

Elena lifted her head and looked at Pippi with a contemptuous expression, mocking in a particularly disdainful tone.

"Due to your accuracy and skills in the game, you are actually insinuating that you are a Hogwarts witch. You just have to call it good ghost. Most importantly, you have to lose and complain, which really isn't shameful."

"What are you talking about?! You little imp!"

As if stimulated by some pain, Pippi quickly turned in the air, looking angrily at Elena, chalk and debris scattered on the floor floating around her, arms crossed as if holding a huge bomb.

"Come on, let's go again, who's afraid of who, we haven't determined victory or defeat yet?"

"Hmph, isn't it clear who has won or lost?"

Elena raised her eyebrows and reluctantly raised her wand. The tip of the wand flashed a dangerous red light. "Again, the result remains the same."

"Enough!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly, his volume rising, while vigorously rubbing his temples. He felt the blood inside him constantly pounding in his forehead, as if it were a heated marching drum.

"Alright, Professor Dumbledore."

"Watch, Headmaster."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's rebuke, they looked at each other with complicity. Their indignant expressions quickly faded, and they abruptly stopped, exchanged glances, and stopped unrivaled. Once in place, they responded in a slightly flattering tone.

"Actually, this is just a misunderstanding," Elena blinked and said softly, "You see, it has caused no casualties or had any negative impact on the campus, just scratched the castle walls a bit - I think, for you and Mr. Otto, you just need to gently wave the wand to restore everything to the beginning."

"Yes, Headmaster." Pippi nodded in agreement, suddenly spinning her heels in the air. "It's no big deal, look, there are no more students left besides these two ghosts. The professor saw all of this."

"You..."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Elena and Pippi, feeling a more ominous premonition and danger in their hearts: these two worldly demons, whether in confrontation or in collaboration, seemed to be a terrible scene for the future of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most importantly, these two are almost impossible to expel.

"Cough, the focus of the issue is not discussing the children's fault, Albus."

Just then, Grindelwald, standing by his side, cleared his throat and kindly looked at Hannah and Elena, extended his hand and indulgently patted the girls' heads, slightly reassuring them, and then said seriously.

"I think Miss Caslana was right. Perhaps we should first restore everything to its original state before other teachers and students arrive to avoid unnecessary problems and misunderstandings."

Saying this, Grindelwald looked back at the ruined castle corridors, with holes and cracks everywhere on the walls and ceiling of Hogwarts Castle, a flash of pride and satisfaction in his eyes: Elena's magical talent has improved, this time the spell's effect is more powerful than when she was at Newmontgard Castle.

"Otto, you..." Dumbledore frowned, apparently displeased.

"The children, it's normal to be a bit lively. They were so full of energy when they were young. We can teach these things slowly later. We haven't experienced any big wave or uproar. Don't worry about this little problem..."

Grindelwald approached Dumbledore, casually tapping the elderly man on the shoulder, then looked at Elena, Hannah, and Pippi, slightly raising his chin and suddenly exuded a powerful aura, with a tone that allowed no retorts.

"The three of you, stay in the next classroom and try to be as quiet as possible. After dealing with these things, we will solve your problems... Any problem, Albus?" In the end, Grindelwald seemed to be thinking about something, spoke a polite remark with a relaxed tone on his face.

After all, the current headmaster of this school is still Dumbledore. As the administrator of the castle and the infirmary staff, it is still not suitable to issue too many instructions from generation to generation; just now, he unconsciously reverted to decades ago. This is just a state. When making decisions, Dumbledore always has to be more indecisive.

"Ugh..."

Dumbledore smiled ironically and shook his head, watching the figure of two people and a ghost disappear into the classroom on the right, sighing tiredly, ignoring Grindelwald by his side, pulling out his wand and tracing the elegant curve like a conductor.

"Restored as before."

The entire corridor seemed to begin to rewind in time, the scattered gravel was pulled back onto the wall by invisible magic, the cracks healed rapidly, and the magical torches that had gone out were lit again...

Dumbledore realized that he had been doing a lot of work in repairing the castle recently. If his skill could be demonstrated, even if he was not the most powerful existence, he would at least be a top-tier master in the industry.

"Allow me to help as well."

After glancing at the silent Dumbledore, Grindelwald touched his nose with a smile, took his wand out of his wizard's robe, and joined the castle's repair process, after all, he taught her this matter. The consequences of the spell, and the culprit is still his "granddaughter" and successor.

Suddenly, a small white silver head poked out through the door.

"Uh, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Otto, I interrupt a bit. I have a small suggestion..."

Elena blinked mischievously and glanced significantly at the matching blue star-patterned pajamas, wearing a mischievous expression, and sticking out her tongue as she whispered,

"I suggest that it would be better for both teachers to change their attire before the teachers arrive. Any misunderstanding is not good; they still need to pay attention to the impact on the school."

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¡Rua!

Today's first chapter ~ This is a 4,000-word chapter! Praise!

In this way ~ ~ only one chapter remains!

Even if I add the first monthly pass that will appear next month, I am not afraid!

The ruthless writing plan is about 10,000 words in one go! Should it be fine? (In a low voice)

Zhang said the explosion plan continues! - Reaching 500 chapters within 24 hours and adding 2k words

ps1: The red envelopes continue to exist! However, the distribution time is random, and friends who receive them should remember to speak.

ps2: Dear round-faced chickens, did they today give one to a diligent and lovely [Elena Kaslana]? I'm sure you've long forgotten, big feet! Hmph!