Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 511 Hopefully Salazar can control his killing intent later!

Godric is wrong about one thing: Umbridge's speech almost put them to sleep at the dinner table.

After she finished speaking, the entire auditorium fell silent for a moment; most people didn't even realize she had finished speaking.

It wasn't until Dumbledore announced the dismissal of all teachers and students that the sound of clattering tables and chairs echoed in the Great Hall, snapping the students out of their daze and causing them to stand up and head towards the common room.

As the prefect, Rice took on the responsibility of guiding the first-year students.

After leading the first-year students to the Slytherin common room, he hurriedly left and headed towards the top of the castle.

He knew exactly where he was headed: Helga's office.

Sure enough, Rice saw Godric's face at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

The two exchanged a knowing smile and then walked upstairs together.

Upon opening the door to Helga's office, Rice saw that Helga and Rowena's ghosts were already waiting for them inside.

"It's too slow," Rowena said, somewhat disgruntled.

"Please, I'm supposed to be guiding the first-year students. It's already quite an achievement that I got here at this hour." Faced with Rowena's complaint, Rice immediately protested his innocence.

Godric stood in the corner, silent.

It must be said that although their life forms are different and the surnames they bear have changed, the four of them have reunited, which makes Godric genuinely happy.

As long as the four of them work together, there is no difficulty they cannot overcome.

"Stop with the nonsense and get to the point. How are we going to get back?" Helga interrupted Rice and Rowena's bickering, urging them to get down to business.

Rice shared the phenomena he had observed on the train with his companions.

"I believe that if we disrupt enough of the trajectories of fate, we will accelerate the depletion of the Wishing Stone's magic," Rice said with great certainty. "So if you're ruthless enough, we can kill all the teachers and students in this school tonight, and wake up in our original timeline tomorrow morning."

If you want to interfere with the fate line, wouldn't killing everyone here be the most straightforward and efficient way?

"No!"

"I object."

"Doing this is too risky, and you may not have the capability right now."

Helga, Godric, and Rowena then expressed their views in turn.

Upon hearing Rowena's words, Helga and Godric looked at Rowena with even more disbelief.

Your reasons for opposing it seem to be different from ours. It sounds like if Salazar had enough power and you were certain it was feasible for him to do so, you would support him?

Rowena remained remarkably composed in the face of the gazes of her two old friends.

She said in a calm, even somewhat ruthless tone, "This is not where we belong. You two calm down. Getting back to our original timeline as soon as possible is the most important thing."

Rowena's words left Helga and Godric speechless, but Salazar's proposal was too outrageous for them to accept.

They could only tacitly stop dwelling on this topic and move on to other things.

Other topics, of course, included the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"I don't have a good impression of this guy." Godric made no attempt to hide his dislike for Umbridge, and Helga agreed.

Their impression of her was already quite bad the moment Umbridge interrupted Dumbledore.

"I think she's quite interesting. Do you think she might be the inheritor of the knowledge of magic flow?" Rice shared his speculation with his three friends, and Helga and Godric immediately became skeptical.

Really? Just that guy?

Rowena sighed.

"It will take time to verify this. You'll know her worth after you've taken her class in a few days. I think the key issue lies in the attitude of the Ministry of Magic conveyed in her words."

"The Ministry of Magic is interfering with Hogwarts," Rowena said in an unusually calm tone.

"I don't accept it."

"Godrick is right."

After Helga and Godric expressed their stances, the two turned their attention to Rowena and Salazar.

"I'm a ghost now, completely incapable of casting spells, so I won't express my opinion." Rowena chose to abstain.

"If Umbridge wants to teach children about the flow of magic, then I support the Ministry of Magic's intervention," Rice stated, indicating her bottom line. "But any other action is absolutely unacceptable."

Although the vote was two to one, Godric and Helga did not force Salazar to change his opinion out of consideration for unity.

In such matters, the four founders all possessed a power akin to a veto.

They were all willing to give Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic behind her a chance to show what her so-called "new era" was all about.

After reaching a consensus, the four parted ways and returned to their respective residences.

Godric returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar lounge, Godric was filled with mixed feelings, feeling a sense of things being different now—or so he thought, since his three most important old friends hadn't changed, had they?

When he entered his dormitory room, he found that the atmosphere seemed a bit off.

Godric heard Harry and another fifth-year wizard named Seamus talking; the two seemed to be arguing.

"If you don't feel you can live in the same dorm as me, go ask Professor McGonagall if you can move out. Stop nagging about how worried your mom is—"

"You're not allowed to mention my mother again, Potter!"

Godric: What's going on?

"What happened?" He quickly intervened in their argument.

"He spoke ill of my mother!"

"Because she believed the rumors in that stinking newspaper: that I'm a liar and Dumbledore is senile!" Harry roared.

"No one is a liar, and Dumbledore isn't senile—" Godric hadn't finished speaking when Seamus shouted.

"So you're on Potter's side? You don't believe what the newspapers say either?"

"I don't read newspapers."

Godric's words seemed to leave Seamus speechless; he had no idea what to say.

Are there really British wizards in this world who don't read the Daily Prophet? Then why did you subscribe to that newspaper in the first place, to wipe your butt?

Harry almost burst out laughing; Godric's words successfully extinguished the anger that Seamus had ignited in his heart.

"On one side are my classmates whom I spend every day with, and on the other side are editors whose stance is unclear. I'd rather believe my classmates," Godric patiently comforted Simo.

"Harry isn't the kind of person who lies all the time," Dean, who had been silent, said on Harry's behalf.

Just then, Ron's head appeared in the doorway. He had just finished washing up and, seeing that something seemed to be wrong in the dormitory, rushed back.

However, the storm seems to have subsided?

Seeing that he seemed to have become the "minority", Simo angrily climbed onto the bed and pulled the bed curtains down forcefully.

"So what's going on with the Daily Prophet?" Godric turned to Harry and asked.

Harry: Huh?

So you really haven't read the newspaper!

Having calmed down, Harry recounted his holiday experiences to Godric. From encountering Dementors to being questioned by the Ministry of Magic, Harry grew increasingly angry, and his tone became more and more intense.

Although Godric preferred to solve problems with force, he had served as the headmaster of Gryffindor and was not unintelligent, so he quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"The Ministry of Magic is afraid," he concluded. "They're so afraid of that dark wizard named Voldemort that they don't want to admit he's back."

Harry's eyes lit up instantly: he found resonance with Godric! Godric's words nourished his heart like sweet dew, making him feel ecstatic.

These were the most beautiful words he had heard in the past two months.

When Seamus, who was lying in bed, heard Longbottom's evaluation of the Ministry of Magic, he was about to get up and argue with them, but when he suddenly heard the name of the mysterious man, he was so frightened that he shuddered and shrank back into the covers.

After taking a deep breath, Godric said to Harry, Ron, and Dean, "Go to sleep first. We have class early tomorrow morning."

Harry wanted to say something more, to pour out his grievances to Godric and vent the resentment that had been building up inside him for the past two months, but Godric had already rolled over and climbed into his own bed.

Seeing this, Harry had no choice but to go to bed.

Contrary to his words, Godric did not rush to sleep after lying down on the bed. Instead, he carefully analyzed the current situation and found that it was much worse than he had expected!

First, it is an established fact that Dumbledore is over 110 years old in any timeline, and there is not enough strong backup force in Hogwarts at present. Dumbledore is essentially fighting alone. In this timeline, Dumbledore has not yet awakened his domain, which makes the situation even worse.

Secondly, the Ministry of Magic's attitude was appalling. Not only did they lack the courage to confront Voldemort, they were even hindering those who had the courage to fight!

Godric is now quite pessimistic about his best friend's views; he doesn't think Umbridge is there to help anyone.

"Hopefully Salazar won't get humiliated too badly tomorrow, or things will get really messy." With that thought in mind, Godric drifted off to sleep.

Monday's schedule is a nightmare for Gryffindor students, as they have to attend one History of Magic class, two Potions classes, one Divination class, and two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in a single day. This means they will face Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and Umbridge in a row.

Just one glance at this timetable would make anyone lose the courage to get up for class.

Harry thought that as long as they attended classes on time and didn't skip any, they were already living up to the Gryffindor style—they were brave enough.

However, things weren't as bad as Harry had imagined. In Potions class, Rice's performance was outstanding, immediately attracting most of Professor Snape's attention. He spent the entire class praising Rice's potion-making process and didn't even have time to cause trouble for Harry, Longbottom, or other Gryffindor students.

At most, he might make some disparaging remarks, but compared to his previous words and actions, this is the best it could be.

For Godric, the formulation of modern potions was far too difficult.

Fortunately, Snape's blackboard instructions were detailed enough, and with Rice's secret help, Professor Snape managed to get through this difficult situation without any major incident.

Yes, Rice believed this was Snape's "calamity." Rice knew Snape's character all too well; he and Godric were bound to create a dazzling spark, which wouldn't be good for either of them.

One person might be hospitalized, another might be placed in solitary confinement, or even be dismissed or sent to Azkaban for recuperation.

After two potions classes, Rice felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"Hopefully, Defense Against the Dark Arts will bring me enough good news," Rice said hopefully after surviving Potions class.

He was now counting on Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts to give him some peace of mind.

When Rice arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. She even smiled at Rice.

This made Rice feel a little better: although she was ugly, she seemed like a decent person.

After all the students were seated, Umbridge said, "Good afternoon, students!"

A few muttered murmurs rang out in response from the classroom.

After a long day of classes, the Gryffindor students were completely exhausted.

Umbridge was clearly not very satisfied.

"That won't do. I want you to answer loudly: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please say it again—'Good afternoon, students!'"

Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.

This time the answer was much louder.

"That's right, it's not too difficult, is it?" Umbridge seemed quite satisfied. She said in a sweet voice, "Please put away your wand and take out your quill."

Rice's eyes lit up: Yes, that's right! Although he didn't understand why he had to take out the quill pen, Rice knew that learning the flow of magic did not require a wand.

But this classroom doesn't seem to have enough space.

A sense of unease rose in Godric's heart. He glanced at Salazar and saw a hint of excitement in his expression, which made Godric even more worried.

Hopefully Salazar can control his murderous intent later!

Umbridge was unaware that she was sitting on a powder keg. She rambled on and on, explaining the Ministry of Magic's understanding of Defense Against the Dark Arts, leaving everyone completely bewildered.

After that, she asked the students to bring out their copies of "Defense Against Magic Theory".

"I want you to turn to page five and read Chapter One, 'Introduction to Basic Principles,' without whispering to each other while you read."

A sense of foreboding flashed through Rice's mind. He pulled out the brand-new book, quickly scanned it, and then his expression changed.

This book has absolutely nothing to do with the flow of magic!

Not only does it have nothing to do with the flow of magic, but in Rice's opinion, this book doesn't even have much to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts!

If this is what Defense Against the Dark Arts is taught this year, then Rice dares to assert that Hogwarts students will waste a precious year.

Recalling his conversation with his old friends yesterday, Rice's eyes immediately reddened.

Unbelievable, intolerable, unforgivable!

With veins bulging on his hands, a crisp sound rang out in the classroom as he tore the book "Theory of Magic Defense" in his hands in two.

Everyone heard the commotion and looked towards Rice.

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.

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good night!

I'll try my best to write the next chapter and post it as soon as I'm done, probably around midnight.

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