Hogwarts: The Book of Laws.

late at night.

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor of the school hospital!

Sprout crossed the corner, strode over, and anxiously asked Professor McGonagall who was standing at the door of the school hospital:

"What happened?! Where is Arthur?"

"Don't worry, Pomona, he's in good condition, he just... fell into a coma, and has some minor injuries." Professor McGonagall said cautiously.

"Coma?!" Sprout felt like he was about to suffocate when he heard this word now. "What happened during this time?! Why are my students always comatose!!!"

"Calm down, Pomona, this time is different from the previous situation!" Professor McGonagall also had a headache.

Sprout took a few breaths and asked: "Can you tell me what happened in the Black Forest tonight? What is the situation now?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Professor McGonagall said. "When we went there, the two of them had fallen into a coma. Curry's right arm was injured and the wand was damaged. Burst was fine. .”

"Who did it?!" Sprout raised his voice.

"This is the strange thing. No traces of spellcasting or other suspicious people were found at the scene." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said.

Sprout frowned and suddenly said: "Where is Professor Baribone? I remember that he was responsible for the confinement of the two students tonight."

Professor McGonagall glanced at her and said hesitantly: "Professor Barebone...is missing! We can't find him at all!"

"what?!!"

Sprout's heart suddenly rose, and she imagined countless terrifying scenes in her mind.

For example, Barebone is a secret dark wizard!He tortured his students inhumanely in the Black Forest!Then he fled in fear of crime! !

Professor McGonagall seemed to have seen her thoughts and said helplessly: "Pomona, don't doubt a professor before the results come out."

"But this is a reasonable explanation! Otherwise, why is he missing?! We don't know anything about him at all!" Sprout said in an excited tone.

"But you have to believe the principal!" Professor McGonagall lowered her arm to signal her not to be so loud.

"By the way, where's the principal?! Does he know?" Sprout asked.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "I have already informed him, and he said he would come back as soon as possible."

At this time, the door to the campus hospital opened from inside, and Madam Pomfrey walked out, followed by Snape and Flitwick.

"How's it going, Poppy?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"The situation is quite normal. Mr. Curry's injuries are under control. Miss Burst is just in a coma and they will wake up soon." Madam Pomfrey said.

It can be seen that she breathed a sigh of relief. The incident of students comatose during this period made her, the school nurse, very worried.

"Thanks, Bobby, if there's nothing else..."

"I understand. I'm going to get Mr. Curry some medicine first to make sure he won't have any sequelae." After finishing speaking, Madam Pomfrey turned around and went in.

Only the deans of each college are here now.

"Severus?" Professor McGonagall gave him a questioning look.

Snape's lips moved, "Their memories have been wiped clean."

Professor McGonagall frowned after hearing this, and then looked at Flitwick.

"Except for the lighting spell, they didn't cast any other spells in their wands," Flitwick said.

After that, the four deans present fell into silence.

After a moment, Sprout asked: "Is the injury on Arthur's arm caused by black magic?"

"No." Snape said softly, "If it was dark magic, he couldn't be alive."

"This is all so abnormal." Professor McGonagall said doubtfully.

"It's like...in a secret corner, there is a secret person doing secret things..."

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Outside Hogsmeade.

Next to a pile of rubble, three people were lying quietly.

They looked peaceful, as if they were asleep.

But in this silent night, the rolling mountains looked so strange.

At this time, the man in the black cloak in the middle suddenly moved his fingers.

Then he sat up suddenly and took a long breath!

The cold night wind filled his lungs, making him sober all of a sudden.

He quickly touched his body, as if to confirm whether it was true.

"What happened? I'm not dead?!" he said to himself, "The power of the ring couldn't kill me either?!"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Suddenly a joking voice came from behind.

The cloaked man quickly turned around and saw an old man wearing a silver robe!

The old man stood next to a stone with his hands behind his back, his white hair and beard flying in the night wind.Blue eyes looked at him quietly through half-moon lenses.

The cloaked man's hair stood on end immediately!

"Dumbledore!!!"

"Good evening." Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, "It seems you had an unpleasant dream."

"A dream?! It turns out to be a dream!!!"

The cloaked man figured it out immediately.

"No wonder spiritual Horcruxes always get out of control! The two dream powers will conflict with each other! And you are much more powerful than that Horcrux!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I still want to say that this dream is not mine." Dumbledore smiled.

After the man in the cloak knew that it was a dream, he immediately calmed down and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.

That's right, no matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he can't weave a grand dream that can pull everyone within Hogwarts into it!

In other words, he didn't know, or didn't fully know what happened in the dream!

"Let's make a deal." The cloaked man said solemnly.

Dumbledore looked interested, "What kind of deal?"

"I can tell you who 'Owl' is, but you have to let me go!"

"Sounds good." Dumbledore smiled, "I agree."

"You have to make a blood oath first! You should understand that I will always be vigilant when facing someone stronger than me!" The man in the cloak spoke righteously, completely forgetting how he treated Claydy in the dark forest. Ya said.

"A very reasonable request," Dumbledore nodded, and then his tone became weird, "But do you really know who 'Owl' is?"

"Of course!"

The man in the cloak sneered. He was about to say that I died in the hands of the 'owl' in my dream, but when the words came to his lips, his expression suddenly changed!

Because no matter how he recalled it at this time, he couldn't remember who the 'owl' was! !

It was as if this person had been completely erased from his memory! !

"You!!" The cloaked man's body trembled uncontrollably, "You tampered with my memory!!!"

"Yes, just when you said you wanted to trade with me. But now you seem to have no bargaining chips with me." Dumbledore smiled like a devil.

The cloaked man gasped for breath, and the expression on his face changed from horror to anger, then from anger to despair, and finally he seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, lowering his head as if waiting for death.

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't get the death I imagined.

He raised his head in confusion and asked, "You won't kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "Although I don't like the flattering words of the Daily Prophet about me, I have to say that sometimes they still tell the truth."

"For example, I am the greatest white wizard of this century. I love peace and hate killing." Dumbledore opened his hands, his face full of peace.

The cloaked man was stunned. At this moment, he really believed that Dumbledore loved peace and hated killing.

"So I decided to lock you up until you wake up and repent for your past." Dumbledore said compassionately.

"You can't do this!!" The cloaked man suddenly panicked, and then he forced himself to calm down, "I mean, I mean, I have the right to be judged!"

Dumbledore looked at him with pity, "Then I will judge you on behalf of the Wizengamot."

"Do not!!!!"

The man in the cloak suddenly went crazy and stabbed his neck with the wand glowing with white light.

Dumbledore's hand behind his back stretched out, his fingers slightly bent in a grasping shape.

The cloaked man's wand instantly flew out of his hand, broke inch by inch in the air, and turned into ashes!

At the same time, the leather glove on his left hand was peeled off and flew into Dumbledore's hand.

"Kill me! Kill me!!" The cloaked man shouted crazily.

Dumbledore ignored it and just raised his fingers.

The cloaked man's body suddenly flew towards him uncontrollably, and kept twisting, changing, and compressing along the way!

Finally, it turned into an exquisite pocket watch and hung on Dumbledore's chest! !

There is also a string of French letters engraved on the bottom of the pocket watch: Babos.

"It's time to call you Mr. Pocket Watch," Dumbledore said with a chuckle.

At this time, in the night, a tall man walked over and stood half a step behind Dumbledore.

"Why does he want to die so much?" the man asked doubtfully.

Dumbledore twisted his head slightly, "For him, as long as he is not killed by the ring, death equals freedom."

The man suddenly thought of something and said in a deep voice: "He divided his soul and made a Horcrux?!"

"Yes, people who are cruel to others are often more cruel to themselves. As soon as he dies, the soul in the Horcrux will resurrect him. It is better to keep him and see how much his master will pay for his freedom. At what cost?" Dumbledore said slyly, blinking.

The man was silent for a moment, "Where's Credence?"

"Don't worry, he should still be sleeping at this time. I will go check on him later."

"I hope you have already thought about how to explain to him." The man said coldly.

Dumbledore spread his hands and said, "At this time, I urgently need your help, Aberforth. You know, he never likes to see me."

"That's your business!"

After the man said this, he stopped talking to Dumbledore and left here directly.

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