Chapter 188 Battle in the Time Hall

In 1977, the atmosphere on the campus of Hogwarts was far less relaxed than it would be later.

Based on his current performance, Dumbledore is not a qualified principal or educator.

He has controlled this school for decades, and has maintained a high prestige in the magical world for nearly thirty years, but he still has not completely controlled the minds of the students in the school.

In the Muggle world, if anyone has been the principal of a school for a long time, the students who come out of it are all the principal's loyal confidants.

What's more, Hogwarts is a seven-year all-boarding school. Young wizards in the magical world spend the seven years from the age of 11 to 18, the seven years when they are most susceptible to influence from the outside world, in this castle.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of correcting their thoughts, and allowed those who might have grown crooked to continue to grow crooked, making Hogwarts Castle almost a microcosm of the outside magical world.

Almost all the students in Slytherin come from families that support Voldemort. They stick together and secretly study dark magic together in private.

Gryffindor especially dislikes these people. For example, the conflict between Snape and James was caused by the academy.

Dumbledore seemed to turn a blind eye to this and just focused on his job of teaching magic. As for what those students would do in the future after learning magic, whether they would become a scourge in the wizarding world or join Aurors, it didn't seem to matter to him.

Now in his thirties, Snape could understand Dumbledore's difficulties.

It’s not that the old man doesn’t want to do these things, but if he does them, it will touch the sensitive nerves of a large number of people.

Hogwarts has never been the private property of any one person. Even when it was first created, it was shared by the four founders.

Nearly a thousand years later, the situation has become more complicated.

This is the only magic academy in the UK and is subject to two major restrictions: the Ministry of Magic and the School Board.

And Dumbledore, the so-called principal, is legally just an employee hired by the school board.

Those regents could vote to remove him from his position at any time if they wanted to.

Of course, they usually gave Dumbledore plenty of face and power, and generally never interfered in school affairs.

But if Dumbledore wanted to spread his ideas openly, then the school board would not be able to let it go.

After all, those who can hold the position of trustees of Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old school, are all real wizard families in the wizarding world.

Among these families, there are many who have an ambiguous relationship with Voldemort (such as the Malfoy family).

So it seems that Dumbledore did nothing, but in fact it was impossible for him to do anything at all.

Unless he wanted to use his own power to launch a dictatorship over Hogwarts, but he would never do such a thing.

At this time, it had been more than a week since the new semester started at Hogwarts. Although various major events continued to happen in the magical world outside, the castle was still peaceful.

Snape entered the school through the secret passage of the Shrieking Shack. Now he has drank the polyjuice potion containing Snape's hair at this time and transformed into his student appearance.

It is not an easy task to get the magic notebook that Sherlock gave him to Lily's hands and make her willing to accept it.

But now, Snape had thought of a solution worth trying.

It was just past eight o'clock, and the curfew in the castle had not yet started, but there were few students still wandering in the corridors.

After Snape entered the castle, he followed a very familiar route to the basement and arrived at the door of Dean Slytherin's office.

He rolled his throat gently. The voice-changing potion made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he could only force himself to suppress the desire to clear his throat and gently knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

After an old voice came from inside, Snape opened the door and walked in.

The Slytherin Dean's office at this time was very different from more than ten years later.

The lights in the room were warm, and there was a sweet smell in the air. The shelves beside the wall were not filled with all kinds of frightening animal parts as they were later, but instead were filled with flowers, plants and books.

A fat old man with a beard like a walrus was lying lazily on a recliner. There were various honey candies on the desk in front of him.

This was none other than Horace Slughorn, the Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin who had worked at Hogwarts for forty years before Snape.

"Professor." Snape shouted in his voice that seemed a little childish but still stiff.

Slughorn sat up from the recliner and saw Snape, with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

"It turns out to be Severus. Why do you come to me at this time? Are there any potion formulas that you feel have problems that can be improved?"

Snape's performance in Slytherin was particularly conspicuous during his student days. He could be said to be the most outstanding student in the same school. Slughorn, who already liked to associate with talented people, naturally took great care of him.

"No, it's not about potions." Snape's face was still indifferent, "I want to ask you to do me a favor and borrow your identity."

The smile on Slughorn's face faded slightly, his eyebrows were raised obviously, and he asked with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Oh? This is an unexpected request. May I know what you want to do with my identity?"

Snape's acting skills are terrible, but as long as he keeps a blank expression, most people can see some flaws.

Since breaking up with Lily, he has basically been showing this look at school.

"You should know about Lily and me. She doesn't want to have any contact with me, but I have something to give her. If I give it directly to her, she won't accept it. Among the people I know, she only trusts you."

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

Although Lily is a student of Gryffindor, she has a good relationship with him, the head of Slytherin.

He doesn't judge people by blood, but by talent and ability.

"It's normal for young people to have some minor conflicts." He said with a smile, holding his stomach, "But Lily is still unwilling to forgive you after such a long time, so she is really angry with you. I know the girl's character. Once she makes a decision, she will not change it easily."

Snape's expression seemed to have not changed, but his two hands hidden in the sleeves of his robes clenched up involuntarily.

"She doesn't forgive me, but I still have to remember the past friendship."

Slughorn sighed lightly, scratched his hair, pulled out a strand of hair from it and handed it to Snape.

"Go see her, don't use my identity to do other things, well, such a reminder may be redundant for you, and with your character, there is nothing else worth doing for you."

Snape took the hair from Slughorn's hand, but his feet still did not move, standing there and continued.

"Professor, please keep this a secret for me and don't tell anyone about this."

"Well, if it's your request, I will."

Snape looked at the fat old man lying back on the recliner, and a rare flash of gratitude flashed in his cold eyes.

"Good night, professor."

"I also wish you a smooth chat with Lily."

After a simple greeting, Snape withdrew from Slughorn's office.

He put the hair into a new bottle of Polyjuice Potion and drank it in one gulp.

......

At the moment the explosion sounded, Sherlock directly grabbed Eddie's arm and rolled to the side!

The huge impact directly smashed the black door of the Time Hall, and countless wood chips scattered in all directions like flowers scattered by fairies.

Although the door was smashed, no one broke in, and only a sharp shout came from outside.

Sherlock and the others were very close to the door just now. If he hadn't reacted in time, Eddie and him would have been injured.

The two stood up from the ground and looked at each other. They could tell what the other was thinking from their eyes.

What they had guessed in the office just now probably came true!

Eddie said in a hurried tone at the first time.

"I'll go outside to help, you take Amy away from here!"

Sherlock tried to use the Apparition in front of him. His body twisted slightly for a moment, and then he was squeezed out of the space again.

This place is obviously covered by the anti-Apparition magic!

"You can't get out." Sherlock's voice remained calm, "The only way to get out is to go through the door!"

"Are there other rooms in the Time Hall leading to the outside?"

"You can try the Prophecy Hall, but there is no guarantee that there will be!"

While Sherlock and Eddie were talking, he directly spread out all the wands in his magic pocket.

Two hundred wands of the same length and texture floated densely around him, like a swarm of bees surrounding a beehive.

This was the first time Eddie saw him use all the wands he could control, and the shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"You can control so many wands at once!"

"More is fine, but then you won't be able to use spells as often as you want." As he said that, he pointed the wand in his hand at himself and chanted a spell, "Armor protection!"

Sherlock said solemnly.

"Wake up Amy and ensure her safety first, then you can decide whether to help or not."

Eddie controlled his impulse to rush out to help his colleague immediately, gritted his teeth and nodded, and pushed open the door of Amy's room.

Amy had been awakened by the explosion. She stood in front of the bed in her pajamas with a confused look on her face.

"What happened?"

"It was a little accident. Let's go with Dad." Eddie hurriedly grabbed Amy's hand.

Sherlock stared at the door of the Time Hall. When Eddie went to take Amy out, there were already more than a dozen black-robed men with iron-made hideous masks rushing in!

Without stopping, he controlled the fifty wands floating in the air and waved them together.

"Petrified!"

More than fifty red beams burst out from the tips of the wands!

The door was not very big, and the number of Death Eaters rushing in was not large either. Fifty rounds was just the right number. No matter how many spells were cast, it would not have the desired effect except for consuming Sherlock's physical strength.

The distance between the wand and these Death Eaters was different, and the spells hit them at different times.

All the Death Eaters were protected by the Armor Charm. The first dozen or so spells that hit shattered the Armor Charm of the five Death Eaters in the front. The next spell that could really work came soon!

The five Death Eaters were petrified on the spot and fell backwards powerlessly.

But at the same time, they also blocked Sherlock's petrification spell with their bodies to avoid affecting the people behind.

Sherlock's casting action has not stopped yet. Countless wands in the air are like elves with their own consciousness, waving together.

The shattered fragments of the Black Gate around were controlled by the spell and floated up from the air. The magic power reshaped its material and underwent a huge transformation!

The sawdust grew wildly!

It was as if it had been given a new life, and the new branches kept colluding and connecting, trying to block the gap opened by the Death Eaters again!

However, just when the vine wall formed by Transfiguration was about to be formed, a piercing female voice chanted an unforgivable spell!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled with death and loneliness passed through the gap in the vine wall before it finally closed, and shot straight at Sherlock!

The moment the spell sounded, Sherlock's spirit became doubly tense.

The quick reaction of his nerves made him flip to one side. The green spell was as fast as lightning, and it barely brushed past his hair!

"Bang!"

The Kedavra finally hit the largest hourglass in the pile near the door of Amy's room!

The sound of glass bursting sounded, and the huge hourglass was shattered by the spell!

In the upper part of the hourglass, the blue light particles disappeared without a trace after coming into contact with the air, just like ice melting in water.

In the lower part, the golden, gravel-like substances floated slowly in the low sky like a nebula.

Eddie pulled Amy out of the room at this time.

The floating height of those golden light particles was only up to Eddie's waist, but they were just in front of Amy's eyes.

She blinked her eyes, and the light particles were like iron filings meeting a magnet, quickly but silently, constantly gathering into her eyes!

"Dad, there's sand in Amy's eyes."

Amy said while Eddie held one hand and rubbed her uncomfortable eyes with the other hand.

Eddie didn't have time to pay attention to her words at this time. Although Sherlock blocked the door of the Time Hall with Transfiguration, the Death Eaters were still unyielding. The sound of explosions continued to sound outside, and the wall made of vines obviously couldn't hold up for long.

Sherlock stood up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and while controlling the wand to continue using Transfiguration to thicken the wall, he spoke quickly.

"Enter the Prophecy Hall! There are too many people outside. Even if I can control many wands, the space here can't be used!"