Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

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Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, Wang Xuebin couldn't help complaining. It wasn't until now that he realized that he couldn't blame the Death Eaters for getting bigger and bigger. It wasn't that the enemy army was too strong, but that our army was too hip.

It has been more than three months since Voldemort declared war. Even an idiot should be able to see that the Death Eaters are here to overturn the table. If they don't resist, can this also lead to herd immunity?

"...There is no hope of surrendering. Just yesterday morning, the Ministry of Magic announced that Ms. Jenkins would be temporarily deprived of her ministerial rights, and the deputy minister, Mr. Harold Minkan, would act temporarily..."

A strange voice came from behind, startled Professor McGonagall, and turned around suddenly, only to realize that it was Dumbledore who had returned.

"...Albus, why do you make no sound when you walk?"

Professor McGonagall patted her chest, with a look of shock on her face. She and Wang Xuebin talked about dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic. Although it was just an unintentional remark, it would not be a good thing if someone listened to it!

"...I'm sorry, Minerva, you are too focused... You see, Professor Gu Yi didn't mean to be surprised at all..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but give him a blank look, then turned around, half ashamed and half dissatisfied.

"Professor Dumbledore, you just said that the Minister of Magic has changed?"

"Oh...no, not yet..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's inquiry, Dumbledore shook his head slightly, smoothed his somewhat knotted beard with his hands, and said in a deep voice:

"...But it's almost there. The current Minister Jenkins has provoked public anger. Except for the Death Eaters, everyone is looking forward to her stepping down as soon as possible!

The current Minister Jenkins has been vacated by Deputy Minister Harold. Although Minister Jenkins has not resigned, Minister Harold has begun to make his own voice.

Just yesterday morning, Deputy Minister Harold announced the dispatch of additional dementors to supplement the manpower against the Death Eaters, and liberated the Aurors' conditions for using some extreme spells.

In general, this Deputy Minister Harold still has some ideas! "

"Huh? Dementors?"

With Dumbledore's explanation, Wang Xuebin and Professor McGonagall finally understood the reason for the Ministry of Magic's letter. They looked at Dumbledore with question marks on their faces, and asked strangely:

"... Dementors?

...Professor Dumbledore...what do you think of this matter? "

Seeing the strange expressions of the two, Dumbledore couldn't help but lowered his head to check his clothes, and found that there was nothing wrong. He looked up at the two and asked curiously:

"What's wrong? Did I miss some good joke?

I think... I think doing it is better than not doing it, anyway, it can't be worse, can it? "

"Pfft..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wang Xuebin couldn't help laughing, shaking his head while smiling and said:

"...couldn't be worse? That's not necessarily..."

Chapter 485 Xiang Zhuang dances the sword, aiming at Pei Gong

"...what do you think?"

In the principal's office, Wang Xuebin, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall sat opposite each other, and there were some refreshments that had just been baked on the small round table in front of them.

Not only is there a pile of cockroaches that make Wang Xuebin and Professor McGonagall frown, Hogmass, which Dumbledore likes, is also indispensable.

"My point of view?"

Seeing Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall listening intently, Wang Xuebin shrugged slightly, shook his head and said:

"Leaving aside the issue of the credibility of dark magic creatures, just the conditions that Voldemort can give, can the Ministry of Magic afford it?

...uh, thanks! "

Seeing Professor McGonagall making tea for him, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but sit up straight, subconsciously tapped twice on the table with his fingers, thanked him, and continued:

"...As far as the current information is concerned, although vampires and werewolves do not say that they have completely surrendered to Voldemort, they have been working for tigers and helping evildoers!

Under such circumstances, do you think it is possible for the dementors to be attracted by Voldemort?

Even if Voldemort's wooing was not accepted by the dementors, why didn't the dementors choose to sit on the sidelines and wait for the overall situation to settle on which side to choose?

Under such circumstances, you suddenly told me that not only did the dementors not rebel or stand by, but instead chose to intervene in this war that had nothing to do with them and could not gain any benefits, to help the Ministry of Magic fight against the Death Eaters?

To be honest, I have only heard of such a spirit of dedication without expecting anything in return from Mr. Bethune..."

"...well... makes sense..."

Wang Xuebin's point of view is very convincing. At least Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were convinced. Following Wang Xuebin's thinking, the choice of dementors does have a lot of problems...

"...Is this why you chose to teach the Patronus Charm to the children in spite of the Ministry of Magic's ban?"

On Wang Xuebin's left, Professor McGonagall held steaming black tea in both hands, and while sipping it, carefully asked her doubts.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's question, Dumbledore also raised his head curiously.

Since he agreed to the conditions proposed by Wang Xuebin, he has kept his word and never interfered with the teaching plan of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

He also just found out that his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was actually teaching students the magic of resisting dementors...

You know, Dementors are the only prison guards in Azkaban Prison, and Wang Xuebin's behavior is purely to teach students how to beat these prison guards...

To put it mildly, this is to encourage the students to look down on dementors, and to put it too big, it is to oppose the legal majesty of the Ministry of Magic...

Not to mention the current Minister of Magic, even if Dumbledore came to power, he still dare not sit idly by!

What if, among the graduates of Hogwarts, a popular student committed a crime and was arrested by Azkaban.

The result was good. Within two days, a group of his classmates, wearing a piece of God-calling guards, swaggered to Azkaban to pick them up, and said byebye to the dementors when they were done, the Ministry of Magic Do I want to lose my face...

Now at least they just sent a letter to ask questions, and turned their faces before they came up. To be honest, Dumbledore felt that the face given by them was already not small.

"There are indeed considerations in this regard, but it is not entirely because of this!"

As Wang Xuebin said, he looked up at Dumbledore, who was sitting on the sidelines, listening intently, and explained in a concentrated voice:

"To be honest, I have also carefully studied the syllabus of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

36 kinds of defensive spells, 22 kinds of black magic creature knowledge, after learning these, you can indeed deal with ordinary black magic creatures!

However, the most dangerous thing in the current magic world is not those dark magic creatures, but the rampant black wizards...

To deal with these people, relying on these spells recorded in textbooks is not enough! "

"what do you mean..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore seemed to have guessed something, raised his head to look at the firm face, and his expression gradually became serious.

"...I mean...open the students' prohibition on black magic, let them learn about the powerful black magic without losing their hearts!"

"Oh no!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's proposal, Professor McGonagall couldn't help standing up in shock, and even spilled the hot tea in his hand all over the table.

"Clean up!"

Both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall knew about Wang Xuebin's unique magic system, so Wang Xuebin didn't pull out his wand to fool around.

With a light snap of his fingers, the silver starburst turned into a whirlwind, and took the opportunity to sweep the desserts on the table, including the pile of cockroaches, into the trash can not far away.

"Uh...sorry...I lost my temper, but I still want to say that the students are still young, and I don't think it's a good thing to expose them to black magic too early!"

Professor McGonagall's voice became louder and more determined, and at the end of the speech, there was a faint sound of gold and iron.

"Professor Minerva..."

Looking at Professor McGonagall, whose eyes were triangular and staring at Wang Xuebin covetously, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, took out some shortbread pastries he had made, and placed them on the table.

"...Unfortunately, it's not that I don't want to give children time to grow up, but Voldemort, Death Eaters, and even the entire wizarding world, it's them who don't want to give children time to grow up!

I can wait, and even say, I don't teach students about black magic, there is no problem at all, and I can even save a lot of energy, but..."

As Wang Xuebin said, he gently handed a new cup of tea to Professor McGonagall with an ugly expression.

"...if I don't teach it, the children will be greeted by merciless Death Eaters...

At that time, I am afraid that the children will curse me in the world of the dead because they have not learned how to deal with the dark wizards..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's heavy tone, Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of that scene, his face turned pale, and his body trembled a little...

"...Minerva..."

On the side, Dumbledore, who noticed that something was wrong with Professor McGonagall, frowned, and wanted to persuade him.

But Professor McGonagall, who came back to his senses, was not in the mood to listen. He shook his head stiffly, and slowly sat back on the chair, drooping his head, wondering what the whole person was thinking.

"Ugh..."

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore couldn't help sighing, turned his head, looked at Wang Xuebin solemnly, and said solemnly:

"I'm sorry, Professor Gu Yi, although I promised you not to interfere with your teaching plan, this matter is of great importance, and I must discuss it with the council!

Until then, I hope you will exercise restraint and make sure that your children are not exposed to those dangerous magics! "

Wang Xuebin nodded when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows and looked at Dumbledore, and asked softly:

"It's okay, I understand!

By the way, is it necessary for me to come forward in the discussion of the council? "

Hearing this, Dumbledore shook his head slightly, glanced at Professor McGonagall who was still in a daze, and said with a smile:

"No need to trouble! Don't worry, no matter what decision the school makes, I will give you an answer within this week. Before that, I hope you can wait patiently!"

"Haha...it should...it's all...for the students..."

Chapter 486 Voldemort's Manor

In a Baroque-style, solemn manor in Yorkshire, a group of people in black robes, pointed hats, and various horror masks concealed their appearances, hurriedly passing through here.

Sometimes they appeared suddenly, sometimes disappeared instantly, sometimes they would burst into the air as a puff of black smoke, and sometimes they would escort the tortured inhuman 'prisoners' to the dungeon of the manor.

Of course, no matter how frequent the crowds here and there are, they still can't get rid of the coldness from the bottom of their hearts!

There is no exchange of words or actions between people. In the huge manor, apart from the wails of the 'prisoners' being tortured, no other movement can be heard.

Here is the core area of ​​the Death Eaters, the residence of the leader, the Dark Lord Voldemort, the forbidden place that all British dark wizards dare not mention, Hardwick Manor!

"Owner..."

In the dining room of the manor, a wizard wearing a black double-breasted robe without any other decorations sat on the main seat, enjoying his dinner slowly.

This person has an unhealthy bluish-gray skin, a snake nose, no hair, and a timeless selfishness and indifference in his eyes. Sensitive people can still feel a touch of madness.

His manner of eating was not rude, the knife and fork cooperated, gently cut open the bloodshot steak, cut it into sharp pieces, and gently put it into his mouth.

There was not the slightest noise in the whole process. If he didn't always omit the step of chewing and swallow directly, no one would be able to pick out the slightest fault from him.

"Owner..."

That's right, the person sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner is none other than the one who plunged the entire British wizarding world into darkness and war, the dark lord Voldemort!

In the dining room, a masked Death Eater took off his hat, and walked cautiously into the dining room.

"Lord...Master..."

At the dining table, Voldemort seemed unaware of the visitor's call, and gracefully waved the knife and fork in his hand without making any sound.

And the Death Eater who just came in, seeing this scene, just bowed and stood aside, not even daring to breathe.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe a year, this Death Eater has never felt that time is so difficult, beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from the forehead under the mask, and merged into a stream of sweat, which wet the black skin on his body. robe.

"...I remember you..."

Finally, a somewhat hoarse voice pierced into the Death Eater's ears. The sensation of a reptile swimming across his neck made this not-so-old Death Eater shudder from the inside out. trembling!

Before the dining table, Voldemort placed the knife and fork neatly on the dinner plate, gently pushed the dinner plate aside, took off the napkin on the left hand side, and wiped his mouth without a trace of stain.

"...you are from the Lestrange family..."

"...Rabastan...My lord, I am Rabastan..."

Hearing Voldemort's words, Rabastan seemed to have been greatly encouraged. His whole body was excited and excited, and he completely lost his fearful posture just now.

"...Oh, I know...you are the youngest wizard in the Lestrange family..."

For Rabastan's behavior, Voldemort has long been familiar with it. He rolled up the napkin in his hand and threw it on the head of the house elf who came to clean up the dinner plate.

The house-elf who lost his sight immediately trembled and didn't dare to move. I don't know how long it took until another house-elf tremblingly took off the napkin on his head, and the two elves relaxed. With a sigh of relief, he slumped on the ground, thanking himself for the rest of his life after the catastrophe...

"...I remember, the task I entrusted to you is to supervise Dumbledore's movements through the council..."

Voldemort stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet, and walked in front without haste. Rabastan, who was only in his twenties, shuddered after hearing Voldemort's words, and hurriedly took two steps forward. , whispered:

"Report to the master...Mr. Malfoy from the council has new news!"

"Ok?"