Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 530 "Godric, you'll regret this!" "Salazar, I'm the headmaster!"

Faded memories surged from the depths of Godric's mind, and the figure riding the nightmare before his eyes gradually overlapped with the image in his memory.

After a long pause, Godric exclaimed, "No wonder he's a descendant of the Greengrass family."

Looking at Daphne's appearance, Godric thought of Salazar's protégé, Adrian the Dragonheart.

He and Daphne look very alike.

"It has indeed been a long time, little Daphne," Godric said with deep emotion. "You remind me of your ancestor Adrian; his figure upon returning from the hunt was exactly like yours."

As for what Dragonheart Hunts, Godric felt there was no need to reveal it.

Daphne was very courteous to Godric, the most senior wizard at Hogwarts. She bowed to Godric and then turned her gaze to Athena.

She noticed the unusual thing about Athena with just one glance.

Unlike other wizards who possess domains, this one doesn't seem to suppress her domain consciousness. Or rather, her skill in this area is so poor that anyone with a domain can immediately see the abnormality in her.

"This is Professor Sophia Athena, Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Godric introduced Athena's new identity to Daphne.

"Sophia Athena... Athena..." Daphne murmured Athena's alias several times, then asked a question that greatly surprised Athena: "Lady Athena, why aren't you on Mount Olympus being your mountain goddess? What are you doing at Hogwarts?"

Daphne's eyes were full of doubt.

Rice's teachings were effective; at least the two little witches of the Greengrass family were wary and averse to the gods.

Athena: ? ? ?

She was still confused as to why she had been exposed. She had clearly concealed her "divine power"!

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Godric shook his head, telling Athena that she didn't need to pretend anymore. In the eyes of these domain wizards, Athena was as dazzling as fireworks in the night sky.

"I see..." A thoughtful look flashed in Athena's eyes.

Disguise is not something the gods excel at. For the gods, it is essential to constantly display their majesty, so they cannot effectively conceal their innate divine power.

As for the strange tales in ancient Greek mythology, either the people being fooled were just ordinary mortals, or it was just a tacit performance by both sides—after all, who would dare to spoil the good mood of a chief god?

"Believe me, I genuinely want to get along well with wizards, and I'm confident I can do this job really well—at least above average. It's not difficult, because your previous teachers were just too..."

Daphne laughed out loud.

Indeed, the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors did something truly outrageous.

"Alright then, best of luck." Daphne sensed the sincerity in Athena's words, and felt that the goddess before her seemed trustworthy.

Of course, if she dares to misbehave, Daphne will let her know who's really in charge at Hogwarts.

Having truly defeated the God of War in a real battle, Daphne had demystified the gods. In her eyes, Ares's domain was utterly ridiculous, directly enhancing her combat power.

Even the God of War was no match for her, so what threat could other gods pose? Only Zeus could calm her down.

"Rice should be back by now, right?" After checking Athena's composition, Daphne asked the question that concerned her the most.

Rice's sudden, unannounced disappearance for a year last time has naturally caused them great concern.

"He's back. He should still be in Diagon Alley." Godric sold Salazar's address directly.

"Thank you!" Daphne immediately changed her destination. She eagerly climbed onto Nightmare's back, then remembered something before leaving.

"By the way, Professor Gryffindor, I ran into Cedric on my way back. He wants to see you. Would you like to wait here for a moment?"

"sure."

Daphne left.

Godric watched Daphne's departing figure, lost in thought.

He felt he should find an opportunity to have a good talk with Salazar.

Athena felt it was not a good time to stay there any longer, so she made an excuse and left, leaving Godric alone outside the Pig's Head Bar.

However, Cedric didn't keep Godric waiting long; he appeared a few minutes later.

After a year of experience, he appeared more mature, and even seemed to have grown taller.

"Greece Professor Gryffindor, hello." Cedric greeted Godric earnestly.

"Hello, Diggory. Want to go see Helga?"

"I received a letter from my teacher, which is why I rushed back. I will visit Professor White." Cedric emphasized the word "White."

Clearly, even though it was just him and Gryffindor here, he still hoped that Professor Gryffindor would be more cautious.

"Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes." Godric resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Sometimes he even thought that he should just find an opportunity to publicly reveal the secret between his old friends, so that these three old bastards wouldn't keep causing trouble behind his back every day.

But his reason and the throbbing pain from his scars kept him from having the thought.

Godric felt that if he actually did such a thing, his old friends would immediately knock out everyone else present and then gang up on him and beat him up.

After explaining the pros and cons to him, they will alter the memories of each person who hears the truth, ensuring that this top secret of Hogwarts is never leaked.

He didn't want to end up like Salazar, getting beaten up repeatedly.

"I heard you needed to see me?"

"Yes, Professor, I graduated from Hogwarts this June."

"Oh?" Godric raised an eyebrow and congratulated Cedric.

His graduation from Hogwarts demonstrates that he has become a mature wizard capable of standing on his own.

"Where do you work? The Ministry of Magic or a bounty hunter? You probably wouldn't stoop to being a retainer of the Guard, would you?"

Due to the proliferation of evil spirits, the Ministry of Magic is no longer the top choice for graduating wizards, and there is a huge shortage of supernatural power positions in Muggle society.

If a young wizard graduating from Hogwarts, the world's number one magic school, doesn't receive more than ten resumes after graduation, it's definitely because he hasn't published his personal contact information.

For these graduates, the best option is to find a way to acquire an automaton and then go to the Muggle world to find a high-paying job where their wages are paid in gold.

The security teams of the super-rich and political figures urgently need one or more wizards to combat the lurking evil spirits.

If you don't want to lose your freedom and be tied to a powerful figure, you can also accept wanted bounties from various governments to hunt down evil spirits that have committed serious crimes—this is the path that Daphne and her three companions chose, using the heads of evil spirits to forge their formidable reputation.

Opening a potion shop or magic clinic in Muggle territory is also a great option, as wizards' potions, such as swelling potions, are very popular.

Wizards gradually reclaimed their ecological niche from a thousand years ago, and their status even improved. After all, the order of the underworld a thousand years ago had not collapsed as it has today, and evil spirits could not wreak havoc in the mortal world so rampantly.

"I worked as a bounty hunter for a while, and now I'm unemployed." Cedric smiled, indicating that he wanted to return to Hogwarts and study under his teachers.

"The knowledge of magic is vast, and I have only taken a small cup of it. I wish to stay by Professor White's side and listen to her teachings."

Godric frowned.

"You've already awakened your domain, so there's nothing more H. White can teach you. Why not take advantage of your youth to travel around, punish evil and promote good, just like I did when I was young?"

Cedric did not heed Gryffindor's advice and insisted on staying at Hogwarts, which greatly troubled Godric.

If I had known, I wouldn't have agreed to Athena's request. Wouldn't it have been better to have Diggory become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

However, Salazar seemed to have complained to him that seven years was a bit too short a period for students to develop. So, why don't he improve and upgrade the Hogwarts curriculum?

Salazar's voice echoed in Godric's mind, which sparked a daring idea in him.

"Okay, you go back first, and I'll discuss it with the professors at the school. I'll let you know as soon as we have a conclusion, okay?"

Cedric agreed. He was very confident about staying at Hogwarts, because there had actually been people in Hogwarts' history who stayed on after graduation.

The last person to stay on as a faculty member after graduation was Quirinus Quillow, who initially served as a professor of Muggle Studies.

After seeing Cedric off, Godric did not return to Hogwarts Castle, but instead went to Diagon Alley and arrived at Rupert's Dessert Shop.

Rice, who was chatting with Daphne, suddenly noticed the arrival of his old friend. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes: the prefect's badge was still lying in his leather bag. How could he possibly be nice to Godric?

So he took a little action and built a simple defense outside the dessert shop to keep Godric out.

"What's wrong?" Daphne was no longer the naive girl she once was. With the addition of her domain, her strength had greatly increased, and she immediately noticed Rice's little trick.

"Hmm? You've made quite a bit of progress!" Rice was pleasantly surprised, then told Daphne that a "rude guest" had arrived outside and that she didn't want to see him for the time being.

"Oh, okay." Daphne, being sensible, didn't press the matter further, and instead chatted with Rice for a while longer.

"Speaking of which, you seem to have missed the OWLs exam?" Although Daphne felt deep down that Rice was wasting his time taking such an exam, it did seem to be a problem.

"It's not a big problem, I just repeated a year," Rice said with a strained expression.

Daphne chuckled. She couldn't help but wonder: Had she become Rice's senior in this situation?

Of course, even Daphne wouldn't dare to say such overly sentimental words aloud; she could only think about them in her head.

"Huh? Did you receive your prefect badge?"

"Yes," Rice said weakly.

"What a coincidence, me too. By the way, Hermione was promoted to head of the Hogwarts Girls' Council this year, a special exception."

The position of student council president is generally reserved for seventh-year students, but Hermione's generation has been so outstanding that she was promoted despite not being old enough.

"Who is the president of the male student council?" Rice suddenly realized something extremely important.

"I don't know. Last year it was Diggory, but he graduated. I haven't heard anything about it this year, since there aren't any particularly outstanding students among the other boys."

Daphne was absolutely right. Among Hogwarts' Golden Generation, the proportion of outstanding witches far exceeded that of wizards. Daphne, Astoria, and Hermione were all perfectly capable of serving as student council president. Among the wizards, only Cedric had yet risen to prominence, followed by Percy and a few others, but they had all already graduated.

Rice put down the éclair in her hand.

He always had a bad feeling, as if he was being watched by countless eyes, but he couldn't see anyone.

Rice's mood immediately soured.

After exchanging a few casual words and sending Daphne away, Rice removed the defensive spells outside and prepared to meet with Godric for a chat.

However, when he walked out of the dessert shop, there was no one there, and Godric was nowhere to be seen.

Rice's expression turned serious.

He sensed that something terrible was about to happen, that he was in deep trouble.

Sure enough, the next day, an owl dropped a letter with the Hogwarts crest into the mailbox at Rupert's Sweets Shop.

Before the letter could even reach the bottom of the mailbox, it was magically torn to pieces.

But this is just the beginning.

Destroy the first letter, and there will be a second, a third, and even the thousandth or ten thousandth! The Dursleys, who lived on Privet Drive, had a say in this matter.

Unlike Muggles who know nothing about magic, Rice is powerful enough that even if ten thousand letters came at once, he could destroy them all in a second.

So Hogwarts fast-forwarded to the final step: a real mailman, and this time the postman was personally appointed by the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

Rice saw Godric again after several days, and Godric brought Rice a terrible piece of news as soon as they met.

"Rice Lint, Hogwarts has decided that you will be the student council president."

Rice gritted his teeth and forced out the words, "Godrick, you'll regret this!"

Upon hearing this, Godric burst out laughing: "When you did those things back then, did you ever think about today?"

"I am the principal," he replied righteously.

boom!

Rice slammed the dessert shop door shut.

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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