A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Chapter 23: Oversized Repair Spell (2)

"Yunefo?" A familiar voice came from behind.

When he turned around, he saw a somewhat hunched figure, Ms. Garrel was standing at the door of the rooftop, leaning against the iron door, stooping, panting.

She is in her sixties and is in poor health.

Going up several floors in one breath, she was about to die.

"What's the matter?" she asked breathlessly.

She instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with Unieff.

A cloud floated past, blocking the blazing sun, and the shadow that fell, just enveloped Yunefo's body.

Might be able to hide, thought Unev, that he didn't chant a spell, didn't wave his wand, didn't even have a wand.

After that powerful magic power was vented, it has also been dormant again, as if entering the time of a sage.

Even if the Ministry of Magic gradually confirms that the source of the magic power is this orphanage based on the effectiveness and scope of the repairing spell, they may not be able to find out that it is him.

A powerful wizard who suddenly passed by seems more reasonable than an eleven-year-old orphanage child.

This works.

However, it also means that he will not be able to expose his magic power, and he will not be able to go to Hogwarts school.

Is this necessary? he thinks.

Unieff looked at Ms. Garrel's messy bun and sweaty forehead, and couldn't help recalling the eloquent teachings that Madam Garrel had taught him over the past ten years, as well as the aching buttocks.

Another thought suddenly appeared in my heart.

If you take responsibility, what will be the result?

Will he die? Almost impossible to die.

Will he be imprisoned in Azkaban? Imprisoning in Azkaban is almost impossible.

He is now an eleven-year-old child. Although there is a powerful force in his body, he is most likely to be supervised and then educated.

Maybe he will be sent to Hogwarts for education, after all, there seems to be no second wizarding school in England.

Taking a step back and thinking about it, even if the result is not so ideal, and he is specially imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic, he still has Mansu as a trump card.

Gou for a while, accumulate strength, and then it will not be too late to run.

Maybe the food can be improved during the period!

As long as you think rationally, you will find that the situation is not as bad as you imagined.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relaxed, as if some heavy burden had been unloaded on the ground.

There is a sense of ease that walks the right path and is upright.

Clouds drifted past, and the sun fell on him again, and Yunevo smiled relievedly.

He regained his usual calmness, ran over and said, "Ms. Garrel, listen to my explanation..."

However, before he had time to explain, the words were interrupted forcefully by Ms. Garrel waving her arms.

"We'll talk about what you've explained!" She took a deep breath and said in a calmer voice, "Now the more important thing is, have you left anything troublesome?"

…

Yes there is.

Even if he is ready to take responsibility, there are things he must never reveal.

Unieff led Ms. Garrel to his bedroom, and tore off the page again from the restored notebook.

He thought about it for a while, and finally turned his head and asked, "Aren't you really going to look at what's written on it?"

Ms. Garrel said with a cold face, "Yunevo, do you know what I want to do most now?"

His voice was as cold as a cold wind.

"What is it?" He suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It tied you to a chair with a rope, then tied a broom with thorny thorns, slapped your **** a hundred times, and locked you in the toilet for a whole day." Ms. Garrel said in a calm tone of horror if.

"So can you hurry up?"

"I suddenly wondered if I should run away..." Unieff whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing to say!"

At this moment, the light entering the bedroom suddenly dimmed.

Yunevo looked out of the window, and saw thick clouds spread along the ground, covering streets, houses, and individuals, and the distance was blurred.

At the same time, the sound outside became smaller and smaller, and the world seemed to have returned to its former calm.

even calmer.

This is-

Misty clouds?

It's just that he remembered that the misty cloud should not have the effect of reducing the sound, perhaps it was mixed with other magic spells that he didn't know.

But there is no doubt that the Ministry of Magic has already moved.

There is not much time left.

Realizing this, Unieff didn't delay any longer. He crumpled the paper in his hand into a small ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

It's too late to find fire to destroy, and I don't know if the burned ashes can be recovered, so I might as well swallow it directly into my belly and digest it slowly.

There is a mansion shrouded in it, and it must be able to isolate the inside and outside.

At this time, the clouds and mist outside the window had already covered the sky, and some even penetrated into the room. When Unieff slammed the window shut, the sound became surprisingly small when it reached his ears.

Is it so powerful?

His evaluation of the Ministry of Magic was raised again by one rank.

Although the Ministry of Magic has almost nothing useful in the movie, the movie is a movie, reality is reality, and it is the top institution that governs and manages the magic world.

Harmful! What a big trouble!

Then, he followed Ms. Garrel out to comfort the child and organize the order.

Everyone was concentrated in the entrance hall, and because they didn't want the clouds to come in, they closed the door.

But the atmosphere is not depressing, the children are actually very happy!

How can you not be happy? The whole body has been refurbished!

It's almost like Christmas!

Christmas is not so great, is it?

Even little Ivana laughed happily "giggling" holding a beautiful little rag doll.

Only Victor seemed to see something, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com dared to come over and ask "what happened", only to be coldly glared by Unieff and Ms. Gerrell, and immediately returned to the pile of children with interest, Stay with your own small organization.

Unieff looked at Victor, thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Senior Boyce, did you designate to adopt me?"

Ms. Garrel glanced at him and replied, "No, it's because I think only you are suitable."

"No matter your family background or Eton College, among so many children in the orphanage, I think only you can handle it."

"Other children, it's hard to adapt," she said.

"I think Victor is also quite suitable." Unieff recommended.

"I'll think about it." Ms. Garrel nodded.

"By the way, this is the first time you have complimented me in so many years."

"Have I complimented you?"

"Didn't you just praise me just now?"

"You are the smartest kid I have ever seen in my life."

"Haha, I'm not used to compliments, so why did you always scold me and beat me in the past?"

"You owe this."