Chapter 30: Travel around the world

Seeing the basilisk's body fell to the ground, Voldemort's soul couldn't believe it. Although he knew that he would not be able to defeat it, but this kind of method can be used to kill the basilisk without any consumption or relying on the power of "Golden Jialong" , It really makes him a little hard to accept.
　　 "This is impossible, Dumbledore, it is absolutely impossible!"
　　 "Times have changed, Tom." Dumbledore put away his wand, then picked up a fang that had fallen at his feet, and walked towards the black notebook that was set aside.
Voldemort's young soul suddenly became nervous: "Dumbledore, what are you going to do? Don't come over! Lucius, have you forgotten what I said when I gave you the notebook? I order you to stop him! Stop him!"
　　 Malfoy watched everyone's unkind eyes converge on him. McGonagall and the others clenched the wands in their hands. He squeezed out an ugly smile: "Principal, please.."
Dumbledore squatted down, and Voldemort became even more crazy. He even tried to pick up the notebook with his void body, but Dumbledore was not a little wizard like Ginny, the magic entered in his notebook was enough for Voldemort's soul Manifest.
　　 Dumbledore raised his left hand holding the fangs, inserted it straight into the center of the notebook, and quickly took out his wand and got up to stay away.
　　 With a terrible, long-lasting scream that pierced the eardrum, a stream of ink sprayed violently from the diary and dripped down the fangs to the ground. Voldemort's young soul twisted and struggled, waving his arms nonstop, screaming in his mouth, and then... he disappeared.
　　Everything fell silent, only the sound of ink still oozing from the fangs. The venom of the basilisk burned through a hole in the diary, still hissing black smoke.
　　 Everyone exhaled, and Dumbledore turned to look at Malfoy: "Lucius, are you not going to say something?"
　　 At this time he was pale, as if he had been tortured by a curse, sweating: "I... I don't understand what you mean, Dumbledore..."
Dumbledore didn’t bother to talk nonsense with him, and directly took out a parchment paper and a glass bottle:
Here is a joint accusation by the school governors. They think your recent actions have caused Hogwarts’ reputation. It’s a huge hazard, so I decided to remove your seat on the school board. The crystal bottle is a memory. It belongs to a house elf called Dobby. I learned a very interesting thing. Would you like to hear it."
　　 Lucius Malfoy panicked completely: "Don't, Principal Dumbledore! I voluntarily resigned from my post on the school board and gave Dobby freedom. Please do not disclose this memory!"
　　 "Very well, Lucius," Dumbledore put away the crystal bottle and smiled like a fox. "Then please sign this statement."
　　 Malfoy signed his name on the parchment with a pale face, and after Dumbledore summoned Dobby, he gave Dobby a sock in desperation.
　　 "Dobby is free! Dobby is free!" After Dumbledore released Dobby's bondage, he raised the sock high and looked at it excitedly, as if it were a priceless treasure.
　　 Then Dumbledore returned Dobby's memory to him in front of Malfoy, which made Dobby more grateful.
"Okay, the story of the secret room is over. The deans of the colleges, please inform the students of all grades after you go back. Hogwarts is safe to contact, everyone can continue to study and go to school. In addition, the final exams of this semester will continue as usual. "
---------------------Dividing line-----------------
Another half month has passed since the death of the basilisk. During this half month, Aristophanes accepted Dumbledore’s commission and quietly produced a batch of magic scrolls and gave them to him. Of course, he also had some in his own hands. Batch relatively high-end goods.
It is worth mentioning that Furong wrote to him, saying that they had successfully researched how to guide the energy of the magic word "?" which represents the meaning of the sun, and achieve the ability to heal and get rid of the curse, which made Aristo Fern was very happy. After all, this new direction was completed by the students alone without his guidance, and it was completely different from his harmful runes, so it could be said that they had taken their own path.
　　 It was the final exam again in the blink of an eye. Although so many things have happened at Hogwarts this school year, the final exam is not at all ambiguous, and there is no shortage of theory and practice, which makes the students feel devastated.
Soon when they came home again, Harry and the others took up a separate compartment, first played "Crack Explosion", then practiced using magic to disarm each other's weapons, and finally practiced what Aristophanes taught before Their tricks for casting control.
　　 Hermione, like the Weasley brothers, can control six to seven shredded paper flying on his head, while Daphne and Harry have four or five, and Neville can only control three.
　　 "Or you come to my house to play, my grandma will definitely welcome you." Neville suddenly invited.
　　 "Let's contact the Owl at that time, I don't know what I am going back this year." Harry stopped training and said dullly.
　　 "It's okay, Harry, the teacher personally came to warn them, your uncle and aunt will definitely not be too much. It really can't. You continue to live in my house, my mother likes you!" Daphne said with a grin.
　　 At this time, the train slowly arrived at the station. They picked up their luggage, got off the train and joined the crowded crowd, and slowly walked towards the enchanted partition wall.
　　 Hogwarts, the principal's office.
　　 "Are you really unwilling to be a teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Aristophanes?"
"No professor, this position is still too early for me," Aristophane replied. "I plan to go to other continents to see and increase my experience. By the way, I will collect some rare materials from teacher Le May's notes. It will take a year. When I come back, I can give an elective course to talk about alchemy."
"It seems that I can't persuade you anymore. Remember to be safe. I have a plan here that requires your participation." Dumbledore took out a letter and a badge and handed it to him, "This is me A letter to Ilvermorny's principal Ai Gilbert Fontane. The badge is my personal proof. You can go to him when you come to North America and he will help you."
　　 Aristophanes accepted these two items, then said goodbye to Dumbledore, turned and walked out of the principal's office.
　　 At the end of July, Aristophanes left Flivy's home ~EbookFREE.me~ and flew to the United States at London Heathrow Airport, officially starting his journey around the world.
　　His plan is to visit magic schools in various regions, from North America to South America, then East Asia, Africa, and finally back to Europe. Of course, during this period, he will also selectively go to some ancient ruins recorded by Le May with mysterious relics.
　　 The Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, located on the top of Graylock Mountain in Massachusetts, USA, was his first stop. Of course, there are also reasons for Dumbledore's commission.
　　 When he set foot on the American continent, the Ilvermony School had sent a teacher to wait for him at the airport.
　　 "Hello, this is Ken, Ken Evans, I am waiting for you here entrusted by Principal Fontane. You must be Mr. Flivy."
　　 "Hello, Mr. Evans, this is Aristophanes." As Aristophanes reached out, they took Ken's outstretched hand.
　　 "Please come with me, the principal is already waiting."
"Ok."
　　 Then Aristophanes followed Ken out of the airport, and then... entered an old carriage, which was pulling a creature that Aristophanes had never seen before.
　　 "Sit down, Mr. Flivy, we are leaving soon." He said Ken and closed the door. After seeing Aristophane put his luggage, he took out his wand and waved it, and the carriage began to move slowly, and then flew lightly into the sky with a slight tremor.
　　 The two chatted on the road. When Ken asked whether Aristophanes had cast the Confusion Charm, he admitted directly. Otherwise, with his appearance, how could he take the plane to the United States so smoothly?
　　 Soon the carriage flew into a cloud of mist, and Aristophane looked out the window, a piece of gray and saw nothing.