I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 146 Flint and the Chicken

The moon gradually replaced the sun, hanging on the starry black curtain.

John's little face was shrouded in the steaming mist from the hot tea, and he chatted with Dumbledore.

Suddenly something popped into his mind.

John hurriedly said: "Professor, I suddenly remembered that there is a magic pattern engraved in the room on the fourth floor in front of me. If someone uses the lock-picking spell to open the door, it will wake up the sleeping three-headed dog with a delay!"

Dumbledore didn't understand the meaning of John's sudden mention of this matter for a moment, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Voldemort is very weak now, but a three-headed dog can't make him helpless."

"No, I didn't mean that, I don't care about him." John shook his head quickly, "I mean, am I also credited with defending the Philosopher's Stone? Don't forget it!"

He just suddenly remembered that Dumbledore would give Harry a lot of points at the year-end dinner.

Although there is a big gap between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's house points.

But in case Dumbledore didn't talk about martial ethics, he added the points abruptly.

Wouldn't their year's hard work be in vain?
So to avoid this from happening, and for the students of Ravenclaw not to rebel, John must add himself to the book of credit for protecting the Sorcerer's Stone.

At that time, it is impossible for Dumbledore not to give him extra points, right?
"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at John strangely, "You are not wrong to say that."

John instantly filled up his brain defense skills: "Hey, I just remind you, there is no other meaning!"

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing else.

However, the atmosphere in the office suddenly became a little delicate, and both parties were silently guessing what the other was thinking.

The time seemed to be extended because of this, John kept moving his position on the chair, otherwise he was afraid that his butt would stick to the chair.

Finally Dumbledore stood up under John's expectant eyes.

"Are you going with me?" Dumbledore raised his hand and let Fawkes rest on his arm.

"The mysterious man left?" John asked uncomfortably.

"He has escaped."

"Then I'll have a look too."

Flames engulfed Dumbledore's body as John grabbed Dumbledore's sleeve.

With a whimper, when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in that empty room.

Harry was lying dead or alive on the steps down, his face contorted in pain.

The clothes on his body were also tattered. Judging from his appearance, he was probably tortured by Voldemort.

But compared to Marcus Flint, Harry is like a happy child in heaven.

Marcus was lying on his back not far from Harry, one arm had been completely turned into powder, scattered randomly on the ground.

The rest of the clothes were exposed like a long-drought land, covered with deep ravines.

The blood and moisture on his body were evacuated, like a clay puppet that was accidentally hit by someone.

John's Adam's Apple dropped unconsciously: "Professor, is there any hope for him?"

Can potions be so magical?

Can the apparently dead be brought back to life?
"If you don't have your pendant, we can send a white flower to his funeral later." Dumbledore bent down to observe Marcus's state, "but now your pendant protects his Soul, maybe we still have a chance to win him back from death."

Listening to Dumbledore's words, John's evaluation of the pendant Ian gave him went up to a higher level, and at the same time, he became more worried.

Walking around with such a precious treasure all day long, he was afraid that someone would have malicious intentions, kill people and steal money.

Fortunately, not too many people know this pendant.

While John was thinking wildly, Dumbledore took out a small bottle containing a dark red liquid.

John looked at it for a while, always felt that the liquid was wriggling like life, which looked a little scary.

Things related to longevity are really not that simple.

"Take Harry farther away." Dumbledore said, "In order to ensure that he can save this child, Nicole has made a little improvement to his potion, which may accidentally injure you later."

John nodded, and immediately dragged Harry to the door so that they could evacuate at any time.

Dumbledore turned and walked to the other corner, bent down and tapped the wall with his wand.

The originally perfectly fitted wall trembled and opened a square passage.

giggle!
The ear-piercing rooster crowed suddenly, echoing in every corner of the room.

A few majestic roosters rushed to the center of the room, flapped their wings recklessly, and ran happily.

John Black looked at the weird scene in front of him questioningly.

I don't know what Dumbledore is up to.

Where did these chickens come from?

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't keep him waiting long.

Everything was quickly explained with practical actions.

Dumbledore walked back to Marcus.

Those orgy cocks are also solidified.

Floating motionlessly around Marcus.

Dumbledore pulled out the stopper of the glass bottle, and the dark red liquid writhed in the air and fell on Marcus.

As John guessed earlier, these liquids seem to be really living things.

They seemed to regard Marcus as their new home, swimming freely between the cracks in his body.

Suddenly they seemed to smell the scent of the roosters around them.

Red threads stretched out from the surface of Marcus's skin, twisting around in the air and wrapping around the bodies of several roosters.

In the blink of an eye, the roosters turned into mummies like Marcus.

Bright red blood flowed into Marcus' body along with the thin thread.

A layer of bright red blood husk formed on the surface of his body.

All the details work like a wicked black magic.

Dumbledore waited for a moment, controlled Marcus to float beside him, and walked over to John.

"Magic that involves life is different from magic in other fields. It may seem a little evil, but as long as it is used in the right way and can stick to the bottom line in the heart, there is no problem."

Dumbledore saw something strange on John's face, and he explained aloud.

But that was not what John had in mind at all.

He is not one of those conservatives, he naturally has an aversion to black magic.

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John looked at Marcus's blood-covered body, touched his chin and asked, "Professor, do you think that the blood flowing in his body is all chicken blood? If so, is he a human or a chicken? Or is it A human-chicken hybrid? And will he be affected by blood in the future, will he have some strange behaviors? For example, he will wake everyone up by clucking every morning."

Dumbledore was also taken aback for a moment, Nicole really hadn't told him this question.

But shouldn't it?
(End of this chapter)