Hogwarts Auditorium.

Compared to the quiet and peacefulness of Hufflepuff Lounge, this place is like a battlefield.

The battle between Gryffindor and the Slytherins continued.

The cause of this battle may seem very naive to others.

But Slytherin and Gryffindors don't think so.

The Gryffindors’ idea is very simple. Slytherin is a big quagmire. Perhaps a very small number of people can get out of the mud without being stained, but most of the mud in this quagmire are stink mud!

They will never tolerate others bringing Link they admired closer to the quagmire.

The Slytherins think more and more complicatedly.

In the current environment where Death Eaters have become rats crossing the street.

They are eager to get rid of their 'quasi-Death Eater' hat and their past dark history that supports Voldemort.

Link is obviously the best breakthrough and even amulet.

By supporting Link and saying Link is his kind, they can use Link's halo to whiten themselves.

This is equivalent to:

Link = good person, Slytherin = Link, that is, Slytherin = good person.

This algorithm is very outrageous, but a large number of ordinary people often convert this way in their subconscious mind.

As long as they add billions of artistic processing, they can turn over!

What's more, after experiencing so many events, Link has long become a hero, even a belief in many Slytherin people.

Now that Gryffindor is coming to take off the amulet and steal their faith, how can the Slytherins endure it?

Moreover, at this moment when the battle was going on, everyone had already made real fire.

For this reason, many people have even taken out their wands.

Not only that, thanks to Link's popularization of battlefield first aid and rapid treatment of minor injuries in the army, both men and women actually set up special "first aid positions" in the rear.

This made the battle longer and longer, and the auditorium was broken into ruins.

Not far away, there were a group of professors who were glaring at all.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were almost spurting fire.

Professor Flevy looked helpless.

As for Slughorn.

In order to give the students a good impression, the new robe he just changed into this morning was now in rags.

This is the price he had previously deluded in his dream of joining forces alone to stop this dispute.

As a professor who has just arrived in Hogwarts and has not yet accumulated any prestige.

There are not many students willing to bird him at all.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Slughorn looked surprisingly ugly. "He couldn't come out after such a big thing happened. How did he be the principal!?"

"It's not his fault. He set off for the International Wizards Federation last night!"

Professor McGonagall said with a cold face.

When Slughorn heard this, his body trembled.

He naturally read the "Prophet Daily" and knew how terrifying things happened outside last night.

He said in a trembling voice:

"Dumbledore...he actually got involved in this kind of thing?"

"As the principal of Hogwarts, he can't see his students being attacked and doing nothing, right?"

Slughorn said gasping for Professor McGonagall:

"Okay, this is his own choice, let's not talk about this! The key now is that we have to stop the riot in front of us as soon as possible! Hogwarts shouldn't be the place where this group of students fight! Damn, I really regret that I agreed to Dumbledore's request for a comeback. Hogwarts is now terrible and has no value at all!"

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall did not refute. Although Hogwarts was not as bad as Slughorn said, it was indeed no longer the same as Hogwarts as before.

Today, Hogwarts implements the same tripartite commission system as the Ministry of Magic.

The emergence of this system not only brings about progress, but also a transfer of authoritarianism.

In the minds of students, the authoritarianism of professors is gradually declining, while Link Foley's prestige is increasing endlessly.

This is an easy-to-understand truth.

Through the reform, Link Furley defined the ‘professors’ as workers, and also defined the education that “professors” to students as ordinary jobs after getting their wages.

Under this definition, it has become difficult to be grateful to the professors for their incomparable respect.

At least ordinary professors cannot do it with their "professor" just.

If you want to be respected by your students, you must make some special contributions.

Correspondingly, the halo that was originally instilled on the professors' heads was re-puted on Link and Dumbledore's heads.

This makes Link and Dumbledore the most prestigious people in the minds of students.

Dumbledore didn't need these things, after all, he was already a legend.

But Link is different.

This young man has now become a banner.

Anyone who dares to insult the flag will be bombarded by Hogwarts students.

To be honest, this situation is a bit similar to Slytherin when Voldemort first rose.

At that time, the Slytherins were in the same state, wishing they could die for Voldemort.

And Link is even more terrifying than Voldemort.

Because Voldemort's influence is limited to Slytherin, the remaining three academies will not join in the fun except for a few guys who have been shot in the brain.

But Link is different.

His influence radiation range is the entire Hogwarts!

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, turned his head to Professor Fleeway and said:

"Where is Snape? Why haven't he arrived yet?"

"I sent someone to find him half an hour ago!" Professor Flevy was not sure whether he was excited or panic, and kept rubbing his hands. "It's a pity that he didn't seem to want to intervene. The students I sent were driven away even after entering the door of his office."

Professor McGonagall was silent.

It's about Link Fly, and Gryffindor students may listen to her, the dean of Gryffindor, but Slytherin students are not necessarily the case.

This can be seen from the fact that they had already appeared in the auditorium, but the battle on the scene still did not stop.

Then asking Snape to come and restrict the Slytherin students and stop the fight with her will become the best way.

It’s a pity that Snape was upset at a critical moment.

So what to do next?

Should the students stop by themselves?

Professor McGonagall couldn't help thinking.

But this idea was rejected by her as soon as it appeared in her mind.

If they really do that, where will they put their prestige as professors?

After gritting his teeth, Professor McGonagall exchanged glances with the excited Professor Flevy.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them took out their magic wands together.

Since preaching doesn’t make sense, just use force!

However, just as Professor McGonagall and Professor Flevy were about to take action, a strange pressure suddenly came to the entire Hogwarts Auditorium.

Under the influence of this pressure, almost everyone in the auditorium covered their chests with pain.

This feeling is like countless big hands squeezing the organs in the body, making people breathless.

Professor McGonagall put down the wand that had been raised high in his hand and said gasping:

"It seems we don't have to take action anymore, Link, he is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium gate was pushed open by an invisible force, and it made a loud noise when it hit the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Link, with a expressionless face, walked in slowly and expressionlessly from the steps outside.

The students in the auditorium all looked ugly.

Because as Link approached gradually, the pressure field surrounding them was becoming more and more terrifying.

In the end, they were even crushed to the ground, like a fish thrown to the shore. They could only helplessly open their mouths and breathe continuously to absorb the few oxygen.

Buzz —

Link raised his wand lightly, and the pressure field in the auditorium was instantly cancelled.

The students who were about to be unable to hold on finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that you are very idle."

Link glanced at everyone and the messy auditorium, and said expressionlessly.

His voice was cold and without any emotion, just like the cold wind in Siberia mixed with the wailing sounds of potato planting people during the days, piercing straight into the eardrums of everyone present.
To be continued...