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Chapter 239 Dumbledore: Let’s see who is first

Russell is studying the rune warning network, the steam locomotive is sirening, the Hogwarts teachers are patrolling, and Professor McGonagall is waiting for Dumbledore.

Everyone has it...

"Um, can you excuse me?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione, who were writing quickly, and his eyes were even bigger than when he saw the milk bottle when he was born.

He is not uneducated, he is also a member of the pure-blood wizard family.

Under the influence of his parents and brothers, he can still understand some of the test questions.

But with just a few points, it didn't make him understand how to answer the test paper. Instead, it made him keenly aware of a problem——

"You, you actually previewed your homework in advance!?"

Ron looked at Hermione and Harry in disbelief.

From the conversation between Harry and Hermione, he learned that Harry was an orphan and was temporarily staying with a Muggle family, while Hermione was born into a native Muggle family.

Originally I thought he had some slight intellectual advantage among the three, but now it seems that he is the most ignorant one among the three.

"That's right." Harry replied without raising his head. He immediately turned over the test paper and started writing.

"There is actually a second side to this test paper!?" Ron hugged his head, looking like a dog's head that had been beaten by a cat.

"Wait, did you use hallucinogenic magic on me?"

"No." Hermione's speed was ten seconds slower than Harry's. She sighed and no longer wanted to catch up with Harry. Instead, she raised her head and looked at Ron who looked hopeless.

"Just like you said, we have prepared our lessons in advance."

"That's what I guessed." Ron's eyes were blank, and he mechanically stretched out his hand to tear open a pack of snacks.

Now, only delicious snacks can fill the void of disillusionment.

"It turns out that you were right." Harry smiled, stopped writing, and made the final cut, "You are very likely to have the gift of prophecy, Ron."

"Oh, thank you." Ron didn't feel any psychological comfort.

After a while, Hermione also finished writing. She looked at Harry with interest and said, "Shall we get the answer right?"

Ron rolled his eyes, thinking he should have followed Malfoy out.

Now, the two opposite are not only showing off their affection, but also discussing knowledge.

It was a double critical blow. His soul was severely damaged, and even delicious snacks could not make up for it.

“What is the difference between birch cultivated by Bowtruckle and ordinary birch?”

"Not only can you make a wand by breaking off a branch, but it can also grow taller and attract more bastards?"

Hermione blinked and couldn't help but mutter: "As I grow taller, I know that the Bowtruckle can treat the trees it inhabits as its own home and can better cultivate the trees."

"Attracting rubes? Oh, yes! In order to be more harmonious, the wizard will take away the branches used to make the wand and give them rubies as a gift!"

Feeling her own annoyance, she patted her head and said, "I should have thought of it too!"

Harry gently touched Hermione's head, his eyes gentle, "Stop patting, it would be unwise to pat our little Hermione again."

"Huh." Hermione shook her head, but she couldn't shake Harry's big hand away, so she could only give her boyfriend a cute look, and then focused on comparing the test papers.

Maybe it was because Harry's big warm hands were so comfortable, she couldn't help but move closer to her boyfriend's warmer arms to answer the question in a better and more comfortable posture.

Help……

Ron was wailing in pain, and now he suddenly wanted to get under the table.

Ron tugged hard on the seat belt that restrained him, but the seat belt didn't move at all.

He sighed and could only comfort himself: There are still seven years left, and you will have to adapt sooner or later, so why not start now.

So, Ron was like a lazy dog, lying on the chair and eating snacks.

locomotive.

The space around Professor McGonagall suddenly distorted, and Dumbledore in a grand gown appeared next to her.

The simple-looking wand poked out from the cuff of his sleeve, and its surging magic power scanned the entire room automatically like the tentacles of a giant beast.

"Dumbledore, you are finally here." McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on now, Minerva." Dumbledore didn't notice anything unusual, but he didn't think McGonagall would make such a joke with him. What's more, the alarm inside the train is still sounding.

"I don't know, Dumbledore." McGonagall held the wand tightly and kept scanning the surroundings through the car window. "The alarm here has not stopped since I called you."

"There must be something triggering the ley line, but I can't see it."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was another space distortion next to her.

Severus Snape also disapparated.

"Severus, I wanted you to take good care of the school." Dumbledore blinked. Under his crescent-shaped glasses, his gaze was as heavy as a mountain.

"I'm not worried." Snape's voice was hoarse, his words concise and to the point, and he didn't explain too much.

"Well, it seems that Flitwick has to do one more person's work." Dumbledore's eyes became meaningful, his beard moved slightly, and he continued:

"Severus, there is exactly one thing that I need your help with - patrol the carriages to ensure the safety of the little wizards."

Snape nodded and was about to go out.

"Especially for his safety." Dumbledore quickly added before he could get out.

Snape's body froze as he walked, and a pair of black eyes turned around. There was no emotion in them, "No one is special, Headmaster."

Dumbledore seemed not to notice his eyes and tone, and suddenly shrugged playfully, "Yes, Severus."

"Protect him, Severus."

"I am the Headmaster, Severus."

Snape didn't interrupt, his cheeks twitched when he was told, and finally he slammed the door hard and left.

"Dumbledore, you are irritating a professor who is not very mild-tempered to begin with. I don't think this is something a headmaster can do."

Mag was a little worried, but she couldn't get away. She was needed here.

"He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Minerva." Dumbledore defended Snape seriously, and then said: "I will go out to check, and I will leave this place to you."

"As long as the train comes within the confines of Hogwarts, the students will be safe."

McGonagall took a deep breath and stopped worrying about whether Snape could protect the students.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore. Nothing will happen here."

Dumbledore nodded, and his body twisted and disappeared, leaving only ripples in the space.

Russell, who was studying the Magic Web, frowned. A hundred meters behind him, Dumbledore's figure appeared out of thin air.

"Tell me why you're here, Invisible Man." Dumbledore straightened his wand, as slowly as stirring syrup, "If you don't want to suffer a little."

Russell turned around slowly without lifting the phantom barrier.

He could feel the magic web around him shrinking, leaving no room for him to escape.

"My name is Russell, from the East." Russell originally wanted to study more, but the magic text around him was almost stuck to him.

"We will meet again, Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore suddenly felt anxious. He raised his wand forcefully, and the layers of magic web tightened suddenly.

But the net came up empty, there was nothing there.

Dumbledore frowned, feeling the fluctuations in space.

This fluctuation is different from Apparition in that it is barely there, like a flicker of light.

He stood there for a while, then sighed and waved his wand to restore the magic web to its original state.

New space magic, and the mysterious east.

I just hope he has nothing to do with Voldemort.

Russell did not use the Flying Thunder God to return to Harry's carriage because Snape was there during the live broadcast of the chat group.

He just chose the carriage where Malfoy was and watched the live broadcast with great interest.

　Death

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)