Ten minutes ago.

In Hogsmeade Village, the challenge is still going on.

According to the procedure, Felix will explain the ancient runes in the morning, take a period of time to challenge (show strength) at noon, and leave the afternoon for the ancient characters experts, magic school professors and principals on site to ask questions, and Felix will be responsible for answering.

But because they just experienced the two things of "a dozen dark wizards mysteriously disappeared" and "Felix used illumination to dispel the dark clouds", the wizards are obviously confused now. No matter what Felix said, they looked at him mechanically, and they have not recovered from the shock just now.

No one dared to challenge, and many wizards who signed magic contracts complained bitterly.

Felix simply announced that the challenge session would be moved to tomorrow, so that everyone could rest first, and then start the question session two hours later. The wizards dispersed. They needed to digest everything they saw in the morning, especially to redefine the subject of ancient runes in their hearts.

A few wizards and all reporters stayed. They surrounded Felix and asked all kinds of questions.

"Mr. Happ, is the lava-like flame you just used also a kind of ancient magic?"

"Yes."

"It's so powerful! So those people are dead?"

Felix glanced at the reporter, "You can think so." The reporter took a breath and smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Happ, I have seen illumination in a booklet about ancient magic runes, but its description is far less outrageous than what you show..."

"Ancient magic varies from person to person." Felix explained patiently, "It is difficult to control, but it also has fewer constraints..."

"Mr. Happ! Ouch, don't squeeze! I am a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic, and I am communicating with you by correspondence," said a short and fat man, his hat was squeezed off, revealing a few strands of flowing sparse hair.

Felix looked at him. "Giles Fitzgerald?"

"It's me. Maxwell asked me to say hello for him." The man leaned forward slightly, revealing his bald head, and said, "The French Ministry of Magic intends to add new subjects at Beauxbatons School of Magic and Wizardry. Can we talk about it?"

Felix's eyes lit up, and he looked around, looking for the impressive tall figure, "Isn't Madam Maxime here?"

"She was tripped up by trivial matters and may arrive tomorrow, but the vice-president of Beauxbatons is here..." The man was squeezed so hard that he seemed to vomit at any time. He covered his head with one hand and pointed a stubby finger at a man more than ten feet away.

"No problem." Felix said.

At the edge of Hogsmeade Square, Amelia Bones breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, there is no big trouble. What are the origins of those dozen dark wizards? Is there any record in our files?"

Kingsley replied, "There is too little available information, and they used Apparition to enter the venue. These dark wizards are not stupid."

"It turns out that they are stupid." Ms. Bones said sharply.

After a while, she whispered, "Is there no movement from Mad-Eye?"

"No news yet." Kingsley said.

"How strange," Ms. Bones said puzzledly, "We deliberately arranged a day off. Now the defense of the Ministry is unprecedentedly empty. This is the best opportunity to seize the memory ball..."

Kingsley shrugged.

"Forget about him. We can't mess up the order here. Let the Aurors and strikers expand the scope of investigation to the vicinity of Hogwarts."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I don't think Voldemort will show up at this occasion. We just try to eliminate the hidden dangers." Ms. Bones smiled and said, "Even if we don't count the Aurors and strikers, there are nearly two to three thousand wizards in Hogsmeade Village, and many of them are elite wizards."

The expression on her face froze when she saw a face. Gilbert Fontana, the headmaster of Ilvermorny School, suddenly changed his face and left with a solemn look.

"Let's follow him and see." After a little hesitation, Ms. Bones said.

They watched the headmaster of Ilvermorny School go into a temporary tent nearby. Ms. Bones and Kingsley shouted twice in front of the tent, but there was no response. They immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ms. Bones carefully lifted the curtain, and Kingsley's spell was ready to go, but there was no one inside.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it Apparition? Or a Portkey? Kingsley, notify the Portkey Office and the Accidental Magic Reversal Team to come over. At least we need to determine the approximate distance of movement..." Ms. Bones said seriously.

...

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the principal's office.

A figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Gilbert Fontana rushed out of the window at the same time, with an astonishing speed.

"Principal Fontana?" Uriya Edmund, who was walking with Bethenny in the garden, asked in surprise, "Didn't you go to England? Why are you back so soon?"

Principal Fontana hurriedly left a sentence: "The snakewood ban has been triggered. I'll go over to check it out." Then he disappeared from their sight.

Uriya's expression became serious. He turned to Bethenny and said, "It's no small matter to alarm Principal Fontana. I'll follow him and see."

"In case of danger"

Uriya hesitated, raised his arm, and a line of tiny magic words began to appear on the inside of his wrist, and then a magic wand appeared out of thin air.

"Uria, this is what Mr. Hep asked you to use at a critical moment." Bethenny advised, "I'll go find other professors."

"Now is the critical moment." Uriya said, holding the wand, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

On the other side, Principal Fontana had appeared at the school gate. After a brief pause, he ran towards the snakewood. He thought quickly. All the previous principals had left protective magic on the snakewood, which could not be destroyed by ordinary students, especially since the snakewood was related to a secret from more than three hundred years ago.

The students of Ilvermorny only knew that the leaves of the snakewood had powerful medicinal effects, but as the principal and a descendant of the first twelve Aurors, he knew more inside information: Isolt Sayer, one of the most important founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, once held the wand of Salazar Slytherin.

Principal Fontana walked in a hurry, and the secret history of the past flowed slowly from his heart: Valley

Isolt Sayer's mother was born into the ancient Gaunt family, a pure-blood family and the longest-standing descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, her mother did not support the idea of ​​pure blood like most people in the family, and moved out of the house very early.

After she married her husband, she had a lovely daughter, Isolt. Isolt's early childhood was very peaceful and beautiful. She was loved by her parents, and her family often helped the No-Maj neighbors silently, but a fire destroyed all the beauty. In this disaster, both of Isolt's parents died.

The culprit was Isolt's aunt, Gormlaith Gaunt, a witch with a bad temper. She took away Isolt, who was only five years old, and prepared to train her into a "qualified" pure-blood wizard. As Isolt grew up, she gradually recognized her aunt's true face, found an opportunity to steal her aunt's wand (she was not allowed to have a wand herself), and after some twists and turns, she boarded the Mayflower to North America.

That wand was the snakewood wand of Salazar Slytherin, the heirloom of the Gaunt family.

Isolt married her No-Maj husband in the New World and lived a peaceful life for more than ten years. During this period, she established the prototype of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, Aunt Gormlaith, who had lost her heirloom, finally found out where Isolt, who was becoming more and more famous, lived. Gormlaith Gaunt was furious. She used the rules designed at the beginning of the production of the snakewood wand and ordered the snakewood wand to enter a dormant state in Parseltongue, and then appeared to kill Isolt's family.

But she failed in the end.

Later, Isolt buried the dormant wand underground outside the school and tried to make a wand herself. The next year, the place where the snakewood wand was buried began to sprout, and later became Ilvermorny's iconic "medical" snakewood...

Principal Fontana finally came to the snakewood, but everything in front of him shocked him: the snakewood was completely destroyed and turned into ashes.

A black-robed wizard with pale skin and blurred features gently stroked a glittering wand. A

snakewood wand!

This wand was made by Salazar Slytherin himself. It was ranked only seventh in the news that was making headlines some time ago, but Principal Fontana scoffed at it because he knew from the beginning that other wands might be fictitious, but this wand must be real. And it was magical enough. Voldemort

was very satisfied. What he held in his hand at the moment was the wand of the greatest of the four giants, without a trace of rejection. He could feel the wand of his ancestors cheering and jumping for joy. The power of the wand echoed with his own magic power, as if urging him to use it. There is

no wand more suitable for me than this one, and no one is more worthy of using it than me... Voldemort thought, now he just needs to find a sacrifice worthy of it... He looked up at the sky. Felix Heppe should be in Hogsmeade at this time?

Voldemort showed a cruel smile, and he turned to leave.

"Stop!" Principal Fontana shouted, Voldemort's red eyes staring at him. Fontana frowned. The man in front of him was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with a strangely twisted face. The more he looked at him, the more familiar he felt...

"Are you the dark wizard Voldemort?" he said coldly.

"You can call me the Dark Lord Voldemort," Voldemort said politely.

"Whoever you are, leave your wand! It's not yours," Principal Fontana shouted.

"It doesn't belong to me? There is no one more legitimate to own it than me." Voldemort said contemptuously, "What if I say no?" He spread his hands lazily, and the snakewood wand glowed in his hand.

Principal Fontana felt bad, but still pulled out his wand.

"Hey!" Voldemort sneered, his red eyes were bright and bloody, he whispered: "It is not an insult to him to take you as the first sacrifice..."

"What did you say?"

"Avatar Knock Dawa!"

Green light filled his entire vision.

"No!"

...

"No!"

Harry shouted. His mind was in a mess, as if someone had stabbed it with a knife. There was a green light in his vision, the color of death, he and another young man he saw in his mind shouted at the same time, that person looked very familiar...

"Harry, wake up!"

Hermione shook him, he barely opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the ground, pillowing on the cold ground, with a large shadow covering his head. It was Ron, he was arguing with Malfoy.

"What did you do to him, Malfoy? I knew you couldn't trust him!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"It's not him, Ron, it's Harry's scar." Hermione said.

Harry blinked a few times, not interested in their quarrel. He was in a very heavy mood, someone died, the headmaster of Ilvermorny. There was still a green light in his mind. Ron, Hermione and Malfoy's faces were all twisted strangely. He looked around. Neville also held his wand and was silent like a stone.

He turned his head and saw Sirius and Snape running over from a distance. The expression on Snape's face seemed to be as anxious as Sirius's...

Harry rubbed his forehead hard, and the scar stung like a needle.

"Harry," Hermione said in a crying voice, "You can't do this anymore." She took a deep breath, "You can't condone brain invasion anymore."

"Condone? Hermione, I can't let important information slip away from my eyes, and it's not me who was invaded, it's me who invaded Voldemort's brain!" Harry retorted angrily. "

But they are the same. Your brain defense is already full of holes. It will destroy the brain block technique you have practiced hard." Hermione persuaded patiently.

"I can't take care of it for the time being, Hermione, we can talk about this later. We have more important things to do now." Harry said, he propped himself up, and his hand touched the cold soil, which made him feel better. He grabbed another handful and pressed it to his forehead. The touch of ice chips relieved the pain of the scar a lot.

He raised his head and looked at the cast iron door in front of him.

"Harry, what did you see? Did he do something again?" Hermione leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"He killed the headmaster of Ilvermorny." Harry said woodenly.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise. Ron and Malfoy were both speechless. Neville's eyes widened. Sirius and Snape, who had just arrived, were also stunned. They stared at Harry blankly, as if they had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Harry was the first to react. He said anxiously: "There is something more important. Voldemort is coming."

"What?"

"Voldemort is coming. He is going to Hogsmeade to find Professor Hap!"