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Chapter 59 The Burning Flames!

Under the night sky, the tops of the four towers, which pointed like swords to the heavens, were all ablaze with flames, like four giant candles. The dazzling light not only ignited the night sky, but also illuminated every blade of grass and tree on the ground.

"You burned down the school, Professor Delfino!"

The Weasley twins screamed in unison, and it was hard to tell whether their expressions were more of fear or excitement.

"This is way too much!!!"

"Oh, don't worry, Fred, George!"

The earth-shattering commotion startled even Professor Flitwick, who was supporting the operation. However, he quickly realized that it was just an illusory fire, the same type of light emitted by the [Flickering Light].

Professor Flitwick's explanation reassured the young wizards... They wanted to make their voices heard under Professor Delfino's leadership, but they never intended to burn Hogwarts to the ground!

"I still have some Catherine wheel fireworks here... they might be a little damp, I didn't get rid of them before—who wants them now?"

Ares asked with a smile.

After a scramble, another dazzling display of fireworks exploded amidst the students' cheers and jubilation. With a series of crackling explosions, Ares led the students in a unified shout:

We want freedom, not hegemony!

Reject dictatorial rule, give me back my peaceful campus!

We need rest, we need games, we need energy!

......

Not everyone can shout it out freely, like Hermione Granger—she cowered in the chaotic, joyful crowd, covering her face as if afraid of being recognized...

Hermione was pale and looked helplessly at the scene before her. If she could, she would rather be tied up and thrown on the sofa in the lounge like Percy Weasley!

And then there were the Slytherins—Draco Malfoy eventually participated in the event, and he even 'invited' all the first-year students to join in.

Draco Malfoy glanced around, looking at the group of shouting students with disdain. However, when his gaze shifted to the foyer, and he saw the students who had crowded in there, who had only come to watch the spectacle, looking at the group of people on the field with respect, he couldn't help but straighten his back!

"So touching, so touching!"

Professor Flitwick floated beside Ares, smiling, and shouted in a shrill voice.

"In all my years at Hogwarts, I've never seen students so happy, Ares!"

"They've all been corrupted by Dumbledore!"

Professor Kettleburn took a swig of rum, chuckled, and said...

"They've all copied his serious demeanor!"

"Oh, that's right!"

Ares laughed.

"Isn't that too rigid?"

"But you're not the same as you were in school, Ares!"

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, scattering a string of silver shooting stars into the brilliant night sky, and said...

"Weren't you always so unconventional?"

"Oh, my dear Professor Flitwick, shouldn't you at least be a little more discreet when you're at a disadvantage?"

boom! ! !

A firework exploded in the sky, scattering colorful sparks. Amidst the sparks, the image of an Irish leprechaun as tall as a tower appeared, scattering coin-shaped sparks in all directions!

It was more like a fireworks display than a demonstration. Even the mermaids in the Black Lake were startled, their heads rising to the surface as they curiously peered toward the castle!

Minerva stared in disbelief at the scene... At first, she was filled with anger, but the sight of those innocent little faces and the cheers quickly dispelled her anger.

Then she noticed that there were more than just students on the ground; ghosts from the castle were flitting about amidst the exploding fireworks... and several colleagues as well—

"Isn't that amazing?"

A lively voice came from behind her. Minerva recognized Pomona's voice. She turned around and saw that it wasn't just the Hufflepuff Headmaster who had arrived... Albus and Severus had also come at some point.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore—"

Professor McGonagall twitched her nose, looking a little embarrassed.

"I haven't even had a chance to find out what they're up to yet."

Inside the foyer, the blazing torches and the chilly winds from the convection currents outside the castle ruffled Dumbledore's silvery-white beard. He watched the jubilant scene unfold, his slightly furrowed brow revealing a hint of surprise and confusion, but not much anger.

"It's alright, Professor McGonagall, we can go and ask them."

A flicker of caution and seriousness crossed Dumbledore's azure eyes for a moment before he spoke calmly.

So—

As Dumbledore approached with a group of students and staff, the students, who had been jumping around wildly for a while, quieted down at a visible speed.

Even the most cheerful Weasley brothers clenched their fists and grimaced under those deep blue eyes.

"You made beautiful candles, Professor Delfino—"

Dumbledore glanced back at the four towers that burned like candles, illuminating the night sky, then looked at Ares and said calmly.

"Right?"

Of all the people, only Ares maintained his usual smile.

"I think this could become a tradition, Professor Dumbledore, to light up the four towers during the orientation ceremony each year, so that the new students can feel the enthusiasm."

"I must say, Professor Delfino, that is indeed a good idea—"

Dumbledore said,

"So you planned a welcome party to make up for this performance for this year's freshmen?"

"Oh, of course not—actually, I organized a student demonstration!"

Ares glanced back at the students who had shrank back, then smiled broadly at Dumbledore.

"This is to protest some of the outdated and outdated policies implemented by the school administration!"

In the sudden silence, many students caught the look of surprise—doubt—disbelief—and still disbelief on their principal's aged face...

"If you mean—"

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore—"

Ares nodded in approval.

"You banned first-year students from participating in the 'Protection Captain' experimental teaching—look how many students your decision has angered, they've all come to support you... Oh, and a few of my colleagues, they can't stand it either—well, let me find you a representative to talk about his views on this matter..."

Ron gasped, the color draining from his face instantly!

"It must be Hagrid—"

Ares, of course, wouldn't "betray" his employer, so he dragged Hagrid out.

"Cough cough—"

Hagrid's physique made it impossible for him to hide himself even if he wanted to.

His two large, fan-like hands nervously patted his pockets again and again, forcing himself to speak.

"Actually—cough, uh—I think—I mean... there's nothing wrong with letting the kids play, Professor Dumbledore."

"Let me remind you, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Severus Snape, his figure silhouetted against the firelight, stared at Dumbledore's tense profile, at his twitching eyelids, desperately trying to suppress a laugh.

"You're the one who brought him here."