At around eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Amosta left Dumbledore's office after hastily ending the meeting.
His cheeks looked a little stiff because of the long-lasting smile. Even though Dumbledore was no longer in sight, his expression still seemed to be smiling.
I have no choice but to make a living, and greet you with a smile instead of being shabby.
Although they chatted for more than three hours, he still didn't understand the purpose of Dumbledore summoning him tonight. Looking back on the entire conversation, Amosta found that Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to state his plan at all. But it just took his mind to travel all over the world, just like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, chatting after drinking.
The only gain was that there was still half a bottle of whiskey left in his hand, and Dumbledore gave it to him very generously.
This was extremely unreasonable, and the trust Dumbledore showed was completely inconsistent with his cautious character.
The corridor is empty, and the people in the portraits on both sides of the wall are sleeping soundly under the torches. During the Christmas holiday, even Filch, the dedicated castle administrator, left school to visit old friends.
The cold wind that blew into the castle through the windows was still biting, but the snow was no longer falling, and in the dense clouds, the shadow of the moon struggling to break free could be vaguely seen.
Amosta stood in front of a window at the corner of the stairs, looking into the distance with great interest. On a starless night, the Forbidden Forest was so dark that it was difficult to see, and the flickering fire in Hagrid's hut was almost invisible. The only light in the dark night.
"I'm so glad you made it out of Dumbledore's office alive, Amosta, I'm even thinking about how to hold your funeral,"
Snape had already changed into taro purple pajamas. He pressed his body against the wall in the corner, staring at the wine bottle in Amosta's hand and sneered.
"Could it be that Dumbledore's Legilimency skills have deteriorated so much that he has to use Veritaserum to dig out the sins you have committed in the past few years from your mouth?"
"Your speaking style is still so sharp, Professor,"
Amosta turned his head and looked at Snape in the shadows and smiled,
"Principal Dumbledore did not use Veritaserum on me, but it seems that he has figured out what he wants to know from me."
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A ray of moonlight that leaped across thousands of mountains and rivers passed through the window grille, forming several side-by-side rectangular light spots on the floor of the school hospital ward.
"Fluorescence."
After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had returned to her small room to sleep, Hermione quietly opened her eyes, squirmed into the quilt, took out a copy of "Common Magical Ailments" from under the pillow and spread it out. She asked Harry to borrow it from the library.
Although Madam Pomfrey assured her that the hair on her face would fade away in just a few weeks, if possible, Hermione hoped to find a way to shorten this time. Otherwise, she didn't know how to deal with those who could. The person who foresees visiting her explains why she has a beautiful beard growing on her cheeks.
Perhaps due to the influence of animal habits after the wrong transformation, Hermione crawled like a real cat, her white palms unconsciously clenched into cat paws and rested on the pages of the book. Under the tightly fitted quilt, a slender cat tail quietly He slipped out and rested on the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming from outside the ward made Hermione's ears twitch up on top of her head. In a very short time, after ruling out that it was Harry, Ron who came to visit her, and Madam Pomfrey who was watching the night, Hermione's hair suddenly stood on end and her expression was horrified.
Did he encounter the murderer of the secret room attack? !
She hurriedly extinguished the light of the wand and lay back on the bed, holding the wand tightly in her hand under the quilt.
"Very few things that happen in this school are hidden from Principal Dumbledore. Professor, are you sure that he really knows nothing?"
"You can call him hypocritical, but he will not let anyone use conspiracy to harm the students here."
A sinister, deep voice answered the previous question, and this voice was very familiar to Hermione. It was the potion that Harry hated the most and the one who had the greatest prejudice against Gryffindor students among the school staff. Professor Snape.
Hermione, who had a long memory, was sure that she had never heard that voice before.
However, at least from the conversation, it can be understood that the person coming is not the heir of Slytherin.
After a brief hesitation, Hermione's furry head popped out from under the quilt. Thanks to the thick fleshy pads growing on the soles of her feet, she didn't make any noise as she touched the door.
At Snape's signal, Ammost opened the curtains, stepped forward quickly, and carefully looked at the two little boys who were unfortunately attacked on the hospital beds next to each other.
"The gray-haired one is called Colin Creevey, and the other one is Justin Finch-Fletchley. They are from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff respectively. They are both of Muggle origin. You are very sensitive to magic. Amor Star, tell me what you think.”
Amosta stood between the two hospital beds and leaned down, his expression focused. There seemed to be two whirlpools slowly rotating in his lavender eyes. He looked at Colin Creevey who was raising his hands to take pictures. After a while, he looked at Justin Finch-Fletchley, who looked frightened. From time to time, he poked and tapped the hardened skin of the two people with his fingers. The banging sound was very clear in the quiet campus hospital.
"What did Dumbledore say?"
Amosta did not answer the question directly, but sat on the bed, stared into Colin's eyes solemnly, and asked casually.
"He believes that this is a very advanced black magic that requires powerful magic and is beyond the capabilities of the young wizard. In addition, he told Minerva in private that he personally does not have the ability to directly unlock this powerful effect. The petrification spell."
"Oh, I have reservations about the latter point."
Amosta pursed his lips, then pointed at Colin's eyes and expressed his opinion.
"It's not black magic, but a curse. The abnormal magic uses the eyes of these two unlucky little guys as windows, freezing the flow of magic in their bodies, and appearing as petrification on the outside."
"Minerva, Filius and Pomona all hinted at me in subtle ways..."
Snape looked a little annoyed, "I have indeed observed that the children in the courtyard now are eager to be in the limelight. No one likes to hide their strength like you did back then. They don't have this ability."
"The bottle of Firewhiskey collected by the principal is indeed very old..."
Amosta stood up and moved around, but his brain felt dizzy and he almost stumbled. He held the bedpost and rubbed his temples. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. When he heard Snape's vague complaint, he recalled Recalling the old self who was wary of everything, Amosta smiled and said,
"You're going in the wrong direction, professor. I told you that their petrification was caused by magic with abnormal properties. That means that this magic is less like coming from a wizard, and more like...for example, It's like the magic flowing in the blood and nerves of a fire dragon, which is very different from the wizard's style."
Hermione, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened her yellow eyes and excitedly held... her paws.
Amosta glanced at the ward diagonally opposite in amusement. In his field of vision, the magic power of the little wizard behind the hidden door was as conspicuous as the moon rising in the darkness.
"So, it's not just a ridiculous rumor that Salazar Slytherin left a monster in the Chamber of Secrets, is it?"
Snape's voice returned to a sinister tone. Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four, had always been the pride of the wizards who graduated from this academy. But at this moment, Snape was more annoyed with the founder of the academy than he respected him.
"Judging from the current situation, this possibility is the highest."
Thinking of the dark wizards in the underground world who coveted Slytherin's secret treasure, Amosta felt funny. They might not have thought that all Slytherin had painstakingly left behind in the Chamber of Secrets was just a magical animal.
However, his mission was to find and deliver the items in the secret room to Karkus Foley. As for what was left in the secret room, it had nothing to do with him.
After confirming that he did not have the ability to break the curse immediately, Amosta could no longer get anything more from the petrified Colin and Justin. He covered the curtains for them again with a very calm tone,
"Actually, what I'm more curious about is the reason why the attacker didn't do it even though he had the ability to kill them directly after being petrified. Is it just to enjoy the pleasure of creating fear? This seems to be something only perverts can do. What he would do--"
"Not only you and I are curious about this question, but I think Miss Hermione Granger is also curious about it!"
Ouch!
Amosta and Snape were about to leave, but when they passed Hermione's ward, Snape suddenly took out his wand and waved it towards the ward. Hermione behind the door let out an unexpected scream. With a loud noise, he staggered out from behind the door, rolled around twice and landed at Amosta's feet.
"Oh My God--"
In the silent silence, Amosta quietly opened his mouth. He looked at Snape with a mocking face for a while, then lowered his head and glared at the little wizard who was almost curled up into a ball.
"When did the cat-eared girl appear in the magical world?!"
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