"Why aren't you here yet?"
A young man wearing a black hood stayed at the top of the astronomy tower, looking anxiously at the door that had not been pushed open.
"Oh, don't be so nervous about a young dragon. Although it is already capable of fighting, if Hagrid delivers it himself, then these are just trivial matters."
Another young man sitting on the stone pillar divided the bread in his hand to the people around him, and then said to the anxious young man: "Walker, calm down, this is Hogwarts, nothing will happen." thing."
"Don't you have any idea what we are doing? If the professors see this, even though you have graduated, you will be scolded without even mentioning it. You will not even have the chance to be punished according to school rules."
Walker said something to him angrily. They are no longer students. If it were back then, even if a dragon hatched in school, the worst possible outcome would be that the professors would give them a lesson, put them in solitary confinement, or sue their parents. As long as he doesn't get taken to the Ministry of Magic, there won't be any big problem.
But now, professors will no longer protect their group of autonomous adults.
What they are directly in contact with now is the laws of the magical world.
Raising a fire dragon privately is a serious crime!
What's more, it's in a sensitive place like a school.
"Hagrid is really brave. He dares to raise a dragon in school. If something happens, he will have to pay with his life."
The young and old god was sitting there eating bread, with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"Back then, I thought Hagrid was definitely very powerful. I didn't expect that he really went to the extreme when it came to cheating me."
He tutted in admiration. Walker shook his head helplessly: "That's fine, but he actually involved a group of young wizards... I don't even know how to say good things to him."
"How else can we say that ordinary people like us are fine? How many of those who are really famous for their research on magical animals are normal?"
The young man filled his mouth with the remaining bite of bread in his hand, and then said with a smile: "Have you never seen the old and the young in the Scamander family? It's not nonsense... They are really a bit... not so good. normal."
Mr. Newt Scamander, who is well-known in the world of magical beasts research. And his new grandson, Rolf Scamander, the already famous magical creature researcher. He is also a true genius. He has already achieved a lot at a young age. Although many people questioned that he was influenced by his grandparents. But everyone knows that it is unrealistic for a one-year-old child to kill Voldemort, but they are still willing to call that child their savior. Even if someone questions it, it will only be seen as being sour.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
The same is true for Luo Fu. His family background is enough to make many people jealous, and a little bit of slander will not surprise anyone at all.
Just as the two of them were talking, the door over there suddenly rang. Several people present were in high spirits. Although they were also looking forward to the young dragon, it was better to end this boring and dangerous job as soon as possible. If that guy Charlie hadn't insisted on asking them to help, they would have had no desire to take on this job.
But fortunately, such a difficult night has finally come to an end.
But when the door was opened and people walked out, they were stunned.
For a moment, apart from the whistling of the wind, no other sound could be heard from the roof.
"Are you all mute?"
It was full of energy and slightly hoarse. If you listened carefully, you could hear a slightly angry female voice coming from the door.
Professor McGonagall looked at the four young men in front of her with a very ugly look on her face: "Ohm Lind, speak!"
The young man who was sitting on the stone pier eating bread suddenly stood up. Even after so many years, when facing the dean, he will still return to the state of the little lion meeting the old lion.
"Professor! Long time no see..."
"If the situation were different, I would have said hello to you."
Professor McGonagall said angrily: "You're not serious anymore, are you? Are you coming to the school to break the law? You really have hardened your wings after leaving the school, right?"
When Professor McGonagall's aura was fully activated, the four young people over there lowered their heads. But soon one person realized something was wrong. He was from Beauxbatons. Why should he be afraid of a Hogwarts professor?
So he subconsciously had to hold his head high and not lose Beauxbatons' reputation in front of the professors at Hogwarts. But when he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, the determination on his face disappeared instantly.
He lowered his head heavily.
Damn it, why is it like meeting Madame Maxime...
He complained in his heart. Although Professor McGonagall was not his psychological shadow, he successfully aroused his inner shadow.
Professor McGonagall looked at a group of young people who looked like eggplants beaten by frost, snorted coldly, and then said to Luke behind him: "Leave the dragon to them."
Luke nodded, then dragged Professor McGonagall's transformed cart and dragged Norbert over.
At first, Om Lind wanted to say hello to this young boy who was obviously favored by Professor McGonagall, but when he saw the young dragon on the cart behind Luke, he was speechless. .
"How is this going?"
Walker, who was very anxious at first, has calmed down now. It cannot be said that he was seriously injured, but it is definitely not something that can be cured by simple self-healing.
"During the process of sending the dragon up, I smelled a strange smell. The dragon lost control and hurt people, but fortunately it was nothing serious. I suspect it is a problem with the medicine, but I am not too sure about this aspect. I understand, if any of the seniors know anything about this situation, please tell me the reason."
Luke spoke seriously to several people, his expression could even be said to be solemn.
"Tell me the specific situation first. I was talking about Taimo Lake just now."
Walker squatted down directly, then dipped his finger into a drop of dragon's blood from Noble's wound and put it into his mouth. He frowned and said nothing.
Luke briefly described Hagrid's medicine and Norbert's state after taking it, as well as the smell and Norbert's reaction.
Walker pondered for a moment, and then said: "I suspect it's ambergris."
The other people looked a little confused when they heard the name, as if they had never heard of it.
But Luke's face looked a little strange.
"Do you know this name?" The young man noticed Luke's expression and asked strangely.
Luke shook his head silently when he heard this and said, "I just think the name is a bit like something from the Eastern magic world."
The young man nodded and said: "Indeed, it is a common thing used to deal with fire dragons over there. The loss of control you mentioned should be caused by using a special kind of flower and eating the fire dragon drunk with ambergris. Once it is in the half If you smell the fragrance of this flower when you are half drunk, you will lose control."
Luke's expression became increasingly strange. But after all, he nodded and said: "Okay, senior, I understand, thank you."
"You're welcome, to be honest, I didn't expect kids like you to handle this. I thought it would be Hagrid himself who came to deliver the dragon."
As he spoke, there was considerable resentment in his tone. It obviously means blaming.
Luke didn't mention Hagrid's excuse. If Harry and Ron planned to handle this matter on their own, which was a bit showy, then it can only be said that Hagrid was far from qualified. This matter itself should be dealt with by himself. Giving it to Harry and Ron was wrong in itself.
But Luke didn't say anything wrong with Hagrid, because this was his intention.
If it weren't for such a clear situation, how could he take advantage of the opportunity just now to fight that guy?
Although he was a little injured, he finally figured out his image in Voldemort's mind.
"Are you done? Just leave as soon as you are done. If you are really caught, don't tell Luke."
Professor McGonagall said coldly.
Several young people could hear the lingering anger and deep resentment in Professor McGonagall's tone. So when I heard about it, I left quickly.
But before leaving, Walker warned Luke: "There are many materials for drunken ambergris that can't be found in the UK or even Europe. This stuff is rare on the black market..."
After saying this, he scratched his head: "Why am I telling you this... Remember, tell Hagrid that someone, a dark wizard from the east, may be targeting him."
After saying that, he gave Luke a complicated look: "Maybe you have to be careful, anyway..."
"Okay, that's almost it. What danger can a junior be in at Hogwarts?"
Om Lind said angrily.
Then he pouted in the direction of Professor McGonagall behind him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly. If something really happens, write a letter to Hagrid and ask him to deliver it on your behalf."
Then, as if he was reminded of something, Walker immediately turned around and asked Luke: "What's your name? There may be something else. I'll write to you later."
"Luke, Luke Gaunt."
Luke said his name.
Then, the four young people were more or less stunned for a moment.
"Are you the heir to the Gaunt family?"
Ohm looked Luke up and down, they had already heard the legend of this boy. Whether it's getting rich overnight or being a genius, it's the kind of name that makes people interested.
Especially this person is very handsome...
"Merlin's beard... God is really unfair."
Om Lind sighed with emotion. Then he dragged Norbert and sat on his broom.
The four of them had a large plank suspended from their brooms by a rope, and Norbert was placed on it.
Walker also glanced at Luke in surprise, but didn't say anything. He just said: "Waiting for my letter."
After saying that, he quickly sat on his broom.
They had planned their way out so they could avoid Ministry patrols.
This life is not easy either.
Luke didn't know much about these things, but judging from their hurried performance, they were able to pick up Norbert easily. It can only be said that Charlie Weis came with enough dignity.
"Okay, now follow me to Madam Pomfrey's for medical treatment."
After Professor McGonagall watched several of his students leave, he immediately lowered his head and said to Luke: "Are you seriously injured?"
Luke did not answer immediately, but the answer was revealed when Luke Pomfrey opened his robe.
It was a thin line of blood. It doesn't look serious. But if you look carefully, you will find that in those places where the distance between skin and bones is relatively close, as long as Luke's hand moves, there will be a faint white color exposed...
There was very little blood, but the wound never healed.
It's not that Luke doesn't know those healing spells, he has learned a little bit. But these are useless...
Madam Pomfrey used several healing charms. Finally, a spell was used to counteract the curse, and Luke's wounds began to heal.
"This way there is no big problem." Madam Pomfrey looked calm. The situation in front of her was not a very rare disease for her.
"It's an interesting curse. But it's also very dangerous. Fortunately, Minerva brought you here in time. Otherwise, we might have to send you to St. Mungo's by tomorrow morning."
These words actually have a somewhat different meaning. Luke nodded and said to Professor McGonagall: "Thank you, Professor."
"No need."
Professor McGonagall waved her hand and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the blood line on Luke's arm was healing bit by bit.
"Did you see who attacked you?"
This curse was very unusual, and Professor McGonagall couldn't think of anyone who would use such a curse. In fact, such an idea is meaningless. Although the wizarding world is not big, there are many wizards who may have some kind of peaceful life on the surface, but secretly they are dark wizards, either going to the black market to make money, or going to poaching or smuggling.
None of this is unusual. Professor McGonagall has seen too much.
So even if it is such an uncommon curse, almost one in a hundred dark wizards can master it.
Analyzing it from the perspective of a curse, it makes little sense.
But Professor McGonagall had a bad association, because if she remembered correctly, Severus seemed to have a very strong curse. There are harmful spells and curses mixed with damage methods.
They also caused wounds that looked like cuts with sharp blades. It is also difficult to heal.
Although he didn't want to do it very much, a trace of doubt still emerged from Professor McGonagall's heart.
"Wearing a hood, it was too dark in the corridor, so I couldn't see clearly."
This is the truth and it is also a lie. Of course Luke didn't see the person opposite him clearly. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know who the person opposite is.
Professor McGonagall nodded, and then couldn't help but touched Luke's head and said, "Get some rest."
"It has ended."
Luke nodded, but did not agree with this statement.
it's over? No, it's about to start.
