Hogwarts: My Yorozuya has no taboos!

Chapter 19 Dumbledore

The wind howled across the wilderness, occasionally punctuated by the long howls of wolves, creating a chilling atmosphere.

In particular, after the sun sets, the night deepens at an almost exponential rate with each passing second.

Twenty minutes later, a large group of horseless carriages flew low along the railway line and discovered the stranded Hogwarts Express. By then, the Great Swamp had become a terrifying dark abyss.

"A monster's dripping spout!"

Hagrid, the gamekeeper and key keeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who was twice the height of a normal person, crashed to the ground from a carriage with a thud.

He stared at the Hogwarts Express, which resembled a twisted rope, his mouth silently opening and closing beneath his unkempt beard, and his beetle-like eyes instantly becoming moist.

Following Hagrid, the headmaster of Slytherin House jumped off the carriage.

He stared at the train, his face much paler than usual. Then, he turned around and launched bright red fireworks into the sky, the range of which was so large that it could almost cover the entire Hogwarts grounds.

The healers and Ministry of Magic officials at St. Mungo's couldn't arrive so quickly; they would need some time to organize their forces.

However, Albus Dumbledore immediately arrived with all the faculty and staff he could muster, and even the castle keeper of Hogwarts, Argus Filch, was brought to the front lines.

No need to ask any more questions; just look at the train's battered state, with many wheels blown off, and you'll know how dangerous the situation was!

"Albus, will there be any students?"

A few strands of gray hair fell from Professor McGonagall's tightly bound hair at the back of her head. She clutched her chest, her slender body swaying slightly in the cold wind.

"I can't imagine..."

The train had completely stopped, and even the lighting was no longer available. The students could only huddle in small groups in the compartments with shattered doors and windows, curling up to ward off the cold, using their magic wands to emit light, like helpless little animals.

Of course, the red fireworks Snape created certainly caught their attention.

One after another, innocent faces stained with tear stains and bloodstains peeked out from the broken car windows, and the students also noticed the principal and professors who had rushed over.

Only now did they dare to believe that they were completely out of danger!

But... to be honest, there weren't many students cheering and jumping for joy; most were just sobbing quietly.

Harry, who was in the prefects' box, naturally noticed the Hogwarts staff. He looked at them curiously—especially the elderly man with silver hair and beard at the front.

It's hard not to notice him, because the principal's indescribable aura is simply too striking.

Like the morning star that alone can herald the coming of dawn!

Harry blinked, his gaze following Dumbledore as he boarded the train.

Compared to the Dumbledore in the Chocolate Frog picture he had recently acquired, the Dumbledore before him did not look so cheerful. His aged face was hard and cold, and behind his half-moon-framed glasses, his clear blue eyes flashed with a chilling rage!

Dumbledore stopped Hagrid from boarding the train. Instead, he led the faculty and staff from the front of the carriage to the prefects' compartment, where sobs could be heard in the dim light.

Harry, like the other students, left the box to greet the headmaster and professors—

"Lie down quickly!"

The witch with her hair in a bun and who looked quite old stared at Harry and exclaimed.

Harry knew it must be the blood on his face that had frightened her, so he quickly explained.

"Oh, ma'am... Professor, I'm fine, I just bumped my forehead twice."

"Don't talk nonsense, child!"

The professor commanded in a tone that was both anxious and stern.

"Lie down quickly...just lie down in the chair. Don't worry, someone will come to provide first aid soon!"

Harry had no choice but to comply, and when his gaze inadvertently swept over Dumbledore, he found that the famous wizard was also looking at him, and a look of relief—well, relief at surviving a disaster—flashed across his aged face.

Harry wasn't quite sure, and as he tried to get a better look, Dumbledore had already turned his face toward Percy Weasley.

Unlike most people, Percy Weasley looked quite smug; his robes were drab, but the prefectural badge on his chest still gleamed.

He squeezed in front of Dumbledore, looking eager, as if waiting to be asked a question.

"So, Mr. Weasley, do you...?"

Dumbledore seemed to have seen through this as well, and he asked directly.

"I've already checked, Professor Dumbledore!"

Percy said excitedly,

"No student died!"

"Oh, don't be so excited, Mr. Weasley!"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but rebuke him, but then she let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Percy shrank back in fright, glaring at Ron who was chuckling, before fixing his gaze intently on Dumbledore.

"You must be wondering what happened, Professor Dumbledore!"

So, before Dumbledore could stop him, he began to speak, and the prefects also chimed in with their own opinions.

Words and phrases such as scars, fleeting light, out-of-control trains, broken glass outside the window, and the professor stopping the train were repeatedly mentioned.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore raised a hand and, in a loud voice, silenced the chattering prefects.

"Understanding what happened is important, but your health is a greater concern."

Dumbledore said,

"I urge each of you to return to your seats, remain calm, and await the arrival of the therapists for their examination. Then, we will decide whether you may proceed directly to the carriage or be carried on a stretcher."

Percy, whose mood had been ruined, looked embarrassed and could only sit back in the private room.

"Well... oh, that's great, I believe the healers from St. Mungo's have arrived."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a large group of people descended from the sky and landed beside the train.

A tense but orderly rescue operation was immediately launched. Experienced therapists, with expressions of alarm, boarded the vehicle one after another to begin their examinations.

The noise started again—

"Oh, I'm fine, stop touching me!"

A blond boy shouted, but was quickly and mercilessly rebuked.

"Sit down quickly, child. Perhaps your internal organs are injured without you realizing it!"

"You should look at my nose first. Some bastard stepped on my face... Oh, if I find out who that bastard is, I'll definitely make my dad... Oh."

Faculty and staff also participated in maintaining order and conducting rescue operations. Dumbledore, who had reached the middle of the carriage, withdrew his gaze from Draco Malfoy's face, looked around, and finally, his penetrating gaze settled on the back of the train before he stepped forward.

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