Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 159 Rice: I'm going to take a shower.

Dumbledore's actions brought the atmosphere in the stadium to a climax.

Countless wizards at that moment resolved to contact their country's Minister of Magic immediately upon returning home, urging them to begin distributing wolfsbane slow-release potions and the Humanoid Restoration Charm.

If they can't learn it, we can send people to England for further studies. In any case, we must completely eradicate the wolfification disease that has plagued the magical world for thousands of years in their generation.

Some quick-thinking wizards decided to immediately begin experimenting with concocting a slow-release wolfsbane potion. Over the next ten years, this potion would be a money tree, with no shortage of buyers as long as it was produced, and the Ministry of Magic would actively purchase it.

Seeing that Dumbledore had suddenly become the focus of everyone's attention, Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but chime in.

He rushed onto the pitch, stood next to Dumbledore, and pulled the bewildered Lupin to his side. Then, he imitated Lupin, making Lupin bite the skin on the back of his hand.

Despite the pain, Fudge raised his bleeding hand and shouted to the wizards in the stadium stands, "I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic of Great Britain, also vouch for all werewolves who have received the Restoration Charm!"

The wizards in the room were slightly taken aback, then gave the Minister of Magic a warm round of applause.

Hearing the thunderous applause and cheers mixed in with the applause, Fudge's face visibly became rosy, and the back of his hand didn't hurt as much.

However, after the initial excitement subsided, Fudge still felt a little panicked: "Should everything be alright? This werewolf shouldn't be contagious anymore... right? After all, even Dumbledore... But he's Dumbledore!"

In the end, Fudge decided to find someone to prepare a slow-release wolfsbane medicine for him after the meeting, and drink several doses to enhance his immune system.

What Fudge didn't know was that taking the wolfsbane slow-release drug didn't have the effect of a "blocking drug," and he would still become a werewolf if he was destined to.

"Dumbledore..."

Watching Dumbledore steal the show on the field, the burly wizard, the curly-haired old man, and the beautiful woman in the corner of the stands all frowned, scrutinizing the strongest wizard among mankind with complex expressions.

"Capriccones, are you confident you can beat him?" Sagittarius asked.

"I can't see through him." Capricorn shook his head. "I'm not sure if he's grasped the domain. If not, I'm confident I can kill him."

Sagittarius scoffed, "Modern wizards can comprehend domains?"

"Can he really be classified as a modern wizard?" Vigo believed that wizards like Dumbledore should not be classified as modern wizards.

"You guys really overestimate him. If the three of us attack together, he won't survive." Sagittarius didn't take the so-called "strongest wizard of our time" seriously.

"You should grasp the domain first." The Capricorn elder had a deep-seated aversion to the Sagittarius, and he vowed never to partner with such a person again.

Vigo nodded, agreeing with Capricorn's statement.

This really infuriated Sagittarius.

In a joyful atmosphere, the experiment conducted by the Ministry of Magic came to an end.

The wizards rose from their seats and walked out of the stadium one after another. The weather was getting colder and colder, and many wizards couldn't help but tighten the lapels of their robes.

Scotland's climate is absolutely awful!

Rice followed the crowd and walked out of the stadium with Daphne. However, instead of taking the carriage back, they headed towards the castle. Interestingly, there were quite a few other sneaky "shadows" like Rice and Daphne; at least a dozen students had slipped out of the castle to watch the grand event.

"So we're really not going to do anything?" Daphne asked, looking at Rice, who was focused on getting on his way, her mind filled with confusion.

"Aren't we on our way to the castle? Our most important task right now is to get back to the lounge as quickly as possible—it's unbelievable how many students have sneaked out to watch the experiment. The professors might really have to increase their patrols now." Rice said as he quickened his pace, not forgetting to cast a Disillusionment Charm on Daphne.

Just as Rice had predicted, as soon as the young wizards stepped into the castle hall, the torches inside lit up, and Professor McGonagall, the other three heads of the house, and the gatekeeper Filch suddenly appeared from the corners and arrested all the young wizards who had violated school rules and sneaked out.

Not only the students who stepped into the entrance hall, but also those outside the castle were arrested one by one by their respective deans, and a queue even formed inside the entrance hall.

Professor McGonagall glanced at tonight's haul and then shouted, "Fred, George, stop hiding! I saw you! Even if you run back tonight, your solitary confinement notices will still be delivered to your bedside!"

Fred and George, huddled in the shadows of the castle corner waiting for the storm to pass: ? ? ?

They walked into the auditorium, looking completely bewildered, and joined the group of students who had been arrested.

"You have excellent eyesight; I didn't see them at all," Professor Sprout praised Professor McGonagall, who smiled without saying a word.

Hilarious! How could Fred and George not join in the fun? They'd definitely be innocent if they were arrested directly.

Thanks to their superior Illusion Charm skills, Rice and Daphne escaped the Headmasters' capture and returned safely to the Slytherin common room.

"The deans ambushed them in the wrong place. They should have ambushed them in the lounge. That way, they would have caught them easily." Rice stretched and casually came up with a wicked plan.

"I'm going to take a shower, goodnight!" Rice yawned and walked towards the bathroom.

Daphne: ?

"Are you really just going to do nothing?" she asked in astonishment.

Rice turned around: "I'll write the anonymous letter after I take a shower."

After saying that, he went straight into the bathroom.

Rice, like any other student, went into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

Hot water poured out and splashed onto his skin. Gradually, Rice began to "melt," merging with the water gushing from the showerhead and disappearing.

Finally, a small stream of water, about the size of a finger, shut off the showerhead, and there was no longer any trace of Rice in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in the shadows outside the Quidditch pitch, Rice opened his eyes and looked at the bright moon in the night sky.

"The moon is bright and the stars are few..." He gradually disappeared into the soil.

……

Dumbledore, Henry, and Fudge didn't leave; they were surrounded by enthusiastic wizards, blocking the pitch. As for Lockhart, nobody cared where he went or what he was doing.

"Very good, just as we expected. Let's continue. We have a quarter of an hour." Capricorn looked at Dumbledore, who was held up by the wizards and unable to break free, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Gryffindor's relic, the sword that kills God—we must get it tonight!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The second update is here! The next update will be at the same time as before!

Today's funny picture—Narcissus if Harry Potter were an early 20th-century Japanese manga.

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