Whether it was the pirate treasure, the secret chamber exploration, the vampires looking for the Phoenix, the Fairies' liberation, or Sirius' justice... these side missions could be put aside for the time being. There was no hurry anyway. The most important thing now was to deal with the annual test to save the Defense Against Black Magic professor!
"What kind of strange test is this!?"
Anna ran up the moving stairs, panting. She had to get to Headmaster Dumbledore's office as fast as possible. Anna had been a frequent visitor there recently. Those who did not know her would think that she was the new headmaster's secretary.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Anna shouted. She was very familiar with this feeling. When Harry went missing, she had also rushed to the principal's office for help. Now that Professor Jacob had disappeared, she had to run to the principal's office again.
It was like "Big Brother, Master has been taken away by the monsters again."
Unfortunately, Big Brother had gone to attend the German chocolate exhibition. "He may not be back for a few days." Professor Mcgonagall, who happened to pass by, stopped Anna, who was running wildly with her robe in her hand.
"Professor Mcgonagall —" Anna took a deep breath. "Who is our Defense Against Black Magic professor?"
"Are you kidding me, Miss Lawrence?"
Miss Lawrence. "Professor Mag stretched his neck and touched his wizard hat with his left hand. He then frowned as he said," It's been so long, and you still haven't remembered my name?
Of course — "
Professor Mcgonagall paused, and Anna just stared at her. The goat in the picture next to them burped. The atmosphere was a little quiet.
"Ahem, let's talk about this later. Miss Lawrence, Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to tell you that he left something for you in his office." Professor Mcgonagall suddenly changed the topic and said rather seriously, "You'd better go to the headmaster's office quickly. You should know how to get in, so I won't repeat it. The new code is Long Live Cola."
"Go ahead." Professor Mcgonagall patted Anna on the shoulder and hurried away.
Professor Mcgonagall also forgot about Professor Kowalski!
What was the situation now?
Was he the only one who remembered this professor?
Perhaps … I really remembered wrongly?
Anna stopped in her tracks. She furrowed her brows and shook her head violently. 'No, this is the time damage caused by the Time Converter. This power will affect people's cognition and make them forget that their friends once existed in their memories. Professor Kowalski is real.
Anna went to the third floor. Myrtle's bathroom (now Professor Olivia Hombe's lounge), the gargoyle stone beast guarding the principal's office, and the Defense Against Black Magic professor's lounge were all here.
First, she went to Professor Hombe's lounge. Fortunately, the Time Turner did not affect Professor Hombe. When Anna entered, Hombe was discussing a new dress in Madam Mojin's shop with Myrtle.
"I think the color of that dress is too ugly … Hey!
Anna!
You're here! "Myrtle saw Anna at a glance and smiled." Would you like some tea? "
Anna asked them about Professor Kowalski, but it was no surprise that neither the spirits nor the wizards could recall the man's existence.
Then, Anna went to Professor Kowalski's office. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She pushed the door open gently. The wooden door squeaked and a small pile of dust rushed out, causing Anna to cough.
This room looked like it had not been used for a long time.
All traces of Professor Kowalski's existence in the Hogwarts had been completely erased. Only Anna remembered him.
'Where is he?
Is he still alive? '
Anna pondered. Finally, she arrived in front of the gargoyle stone beast in the principal's office.
"Long live Cola," Anna said weakly.
"You look confused, little wizard." The gargoyle stone beast recognized Anna. "Principal Dumbledore left you something and a message. Don't try to steal someone from under the nose of the Grim Reaper. I hope this will make you feel less confused."
"Thank you. I'm even more confused now." Anna did not know what Dumbledore meant. Was he warning her not to try to save Professor Kowalski?
After all, the Time Turner was getting worse and worse. She walked into the elevator and quickly arrived at the principal's office.
The paintings on the wall were pretending to be asleep, but when they saw Anna, they all came to life. "You're here again?"
"I've been seeing you more often than I've seen Dumbledore recently," Blake, the former headmaster, said as he tugged at the frame of the picture.
"Nice to meet you, Anna." Principal Dailis smiled. "Dumbledore left you something under Fawkes' shelf."
"Ji," Fawkes chirped at Anna. It seemed that Dumbledore did not bring it to the chocolate exhibition. Perhaps it was because phoenixes could not eat chocolate?
Who knows.
Anna successfully got the things that Dumbledore left her — an ordinary cloak and an ordinary Time Turner.
An ordinary cloak and an ordinary Time Turner.
Anna picked up the cloak and shook it. A delicate beige card fell out. It seemed to be Dumbledore's handwriting. 'Our Defense Against Black Magic professor has encountered a little trouble. Perhaps you would like to help him escape from this accident?
While you're at it, you can have a good time travel? '
[Time-limited Task: Dangerous Profession]
[Task Details: Before everyone completely forgets about Professor Kowalski, go back to the past and eliminate the damage caused by time. The disappearance of the professor reminds us that even if the Hogwarts pay insurance for the Defense Against Black Magic professor and offer a very generous salary, we should never even consider this position.]
[Condition: Stop Terry and reduce the effects of time damage.]
[Task Reward: A healthy and happy Professor Kowalski, Mystery Detection]
There were some instructions on the back of the card. 'The Time Turner must be used at the place where you want to change events. Fawkes will help you to get there. You need to turn Mintab's Time Turner five times and go back five years to stop anyone who tries to change time. Then, turn the Time Turner back to the present time.'
'Be careful not to be seen by anyone. The magic cloak will help you.'
Now Anna knew what the cloak was.
"Chirp," Fawkes chirped again and moved its wings, motioning for Anna to catch it. It was already used to this process. Every week, Anna would take Fawkes to Newmungaard to participate in volunteer services. The two of them cooperated quite well.
"This time, we're going to America. Don't go the wrong way, Fawkes." Anna put on the cloak and found that only her head could be seen. The rest of her body was completely transparent. No wonder it was called the Invisibility Cloak. It was a magical tool for murder and arson.
Fawkes raised its head proudly, indicating that it was an excellent phoenix and would not get lost easily. Then, Anna took Fawkes' feathers and disappeared from the principal's office.
After Anna left, the teacup that had been floating in the air was placed on the big wooden table. At the same time, the figure of an old man in a long robe began to gradually appear. It was Principal Dumbledore, who had gone to Germany to participate in the chocolate exhibition.
"Is the chocolate delicious?" Former Principal Blake, who was hanging in the painting, asked Dumbledore sarcastically.
"It's great, but they don't respect the 'cockroach pile' I brought to the exhibition. They think it's an insult to chocolate." Dumbledore shrugged with a smile. "So I came back."
"Principal Dumbledore," Former Principal Darius asked, her smile fading. "Why did you let that little girl complete the time travel?
I don't agree with it. It's too dangerous. Perhaps it should be handled by someone more professional … "
Dumbledore shook his head. "No one is more suitable than her. Our past, present, and future are all bound by a strange force. But Anna is different."
"She's a very magical little girl. She shouldn't exist, but she did. This means that things have taken a turn for the better …"
"You saw all this with your prophecy?"
Former Principal Blake pursed her lips. "Don't be too confident in your prophecy. If that little wizard dies in the past, you'll regret it."
Dumbledore took a sip of tea. "I'm not good at prophecy, but I have an old friend who is good at it." He picked up a letter on the table. It was sent to him by Newt two days ago. Newt hoped that he would take good care of Kowalski.
'Dear Principal Dumbledore, I just learned that my dear friend's grandson, Jacob Kowalski, is coincidentally a professor of Defense Against Black Magic at Hogwarts. Please allow me to ask about Merlin's beard. Does the boy think he's lived too long?
I don't have any prejudice against the position of professor at Hogwarts … but (this sentence was crossed out with a messy black line), I hope you can take good care of him. It's best if he doesn't lose an arm or a leg or something. He's a pretty good boy. '
The moment Dumbledore held the letter in his hand, it changed rapidly. The letters on it were reorganized, and the paper turned from parchment to white paper. This was the effect of the time damage.
The content changed, but it was still from Newt. 'Dear Principal Dumbledore, I hope you can give me some advice. I wonder if you have ever studied whether a wizard who has been petrified for many years can be restored to health?
My dear friend's grandson, Jacob Kowalski, disappeared five years ago. We only recently found him in the museum. He was petrified into a stone sculpture and exhibited for five years. No matter what we did, we couldn't wake him up … '
Principal Dumbledore sighed deeply. He sat down on the Principal's chair and looked at the table in front of him aimlessly.
"Hmm?"
He rummaged through the clutter on the table, picked up the pile of cockroaches, and the latest 'Magnificent Robes' magazine. "Where did it go?" he muttered.
"Old man," Former Principal Blake mocked Dumbledore. He didn't know why the old man was making things difficult for him.
"What's gone?
Principal Dumbledore? "
Former Principal Moore sat up from the rocking chair. "I saw your reading glasses hanging from the goat statue's horn."
"It's not the glasses," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard. "It's a beige card with a prophecy about Anna written on it …"
"The card is flying." Dumbledore used the Flying Spell, but there was no movement. Well, he quickly gave up looking and accepted that his memory was not as good as it used to be. He picked up the teacup in front of him.
It's just a card anyway.