Hogwarts: The Book of Laws.

school clinic.

The door was opened a crack.

Sprout looked worriedly at Arthur lying on the hospital bed.

At this time, he was changed into a clean hospital gown, his face was slightly pale, and his right arm was covered with bandages.

"It's okay, Pomona, he will wake up tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said quietly.

Sprout sighed, "I really don't know how this happened. I always feel that Hogwarts this year is not normal."

"Everything will pass." Professor McGonagall patted Sprout's back and seemed to feel the same way.

"During this period, the four of us should take turns on duty to prevent any accidents from happening until Principal Dumbledore comes back." Flitwick suggested.

"We must also suspend astronomy classes first and try not to let students go out after nine o'clock in the evening." Sprout added.

"I agree, let the prefects of each college cooperate, but don't reveal the disappearance of Professor Barebone yet, just say that he is sick." Professor McGonagall said.

The three of them glanced at her at the same time.

"This is the Headmaster's wish," Professor McGonagall explained in a low voice, "Severus will temporarily teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Snape's eyes moved slightly.

Professor McGonagall knew that he would definitely not object and continued: "If there is nothing else, let's go first. I will be on duty tonight."

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva."

Afterwards, several people left here together.

In the ward, Arthur heard the conversations and footsteps outside fading away, and slowly opened his eyes.

The mental spell in his mind flickered a few times, and his eyes that were originally blank became clear.

After the spell was formed, Occlumency almost no longer required deliberate practice.

The control of one's own soul consciousness is originally the basic operation of spiritual laws.

Previously in the Black Forest, after erasing Clydia's memory, cleaning up the remaining spell marks on her wand and knocking her unconscious, she set a fire around her.

He then used the spell to create the illusion that his memory had been wiped and he was in a coma.

Not long after that, Mag and Flitwick heard the noise and came over, sending the two of them here together.

But what Arthur didn't understand was that McGonagall and Flitwick only talked about things like "the fire", "the two students were unconscious", and "Curry's left arm was injured"!

I didn't hear words like "Professor Baribone is dead", "There are two strange corpses", "There was a fierce fight here"!

They didn't seem to notice this at all! !

But under the circumstances, Arthur didn't dare to open his eyes, let alone ask them if they couldn't see the corpses and the big pit over there!

Did someone rush to clean up all the traces before them? !

Although Arthur couldn't see it, he could 'mentally sense' that absolutely no one appeared during this period!

Where is the problem?

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt a slight itching sensation in his right arm.

Although he had solved many questions tonight, more new questions appeared in his mind.

How did Grindelwald give him the fire?

The man in the cloak clearly has the law, so why does he come to snatch the ring?

What does Barebone mean when he says, "No ring, no law?"

Is there any way for people who have not received the ring to have the law?

He looked out the window with tired eyes. The bright moonlight shone through the glass on Clydia's side face, and her long eyelashes made her look dreamy and beautiful.

After a while, Arthur also fell asleep.

...

...

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Dumbledore was sitting on the sofa making a cup of black tea.

In fact, it just keeps adding sugar to the tea cup.

Opposite him, Barebone was sleeping soundly on the table.

A fiery red bird kept pecking at his hair.

"Fox, let him sleep for a while, I haven't figured out how to explain to him yet." Dumbledore said helplessly.

When the fiery red bird heard this, he stopped moving, walked up to Dumbledore boredly, and took a sip of the black tea in his cup.

Then its bird face became extremely beautiful, and the red feathers all over its body exploded, and it chirped.

"You won't like my drink!" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Then, just as he was picking up the cup of overly sweet black tea and preparing to taste it, the corners of Baribone's eyes suddenly moved, as if he was about to wake up.

Dumbledore quickly put down the tea cup, "Fox, what can I say to make him feel that I am not using him?"

The fiery red bird stared with big eyes, as if to say, how do I know, I am just a bird!

Then it made a "chirp" sound and turned into flames and disappeared into the room.

Meanwhile, Baribone just woke up.

He straightened up suddenly as if he was electrocuted, and at first glance he saw the serious-faced Dumbledore opposite.

"Albus?!" Barebone seemed a little confused, with surprise in his doubtful tone, "Could it be that you're dead too?"

"Yes, Credence." Dumbledore said seriously, "Death is another great adventure. Are you ready to take the adventure with me?"

Barrybone's expression became strange. He looked around and found that this room turned out to be his office!

There is also a black suitcase beside the table, which he brought here on the first day of school, filled with clothes and books.

Gradually, he understood something.

"I'd rather die again." Barebone's tone was filled with anger, "So, this is a dream?!"

"Listen to me first, Credence. This is not what you think!" Dumbledore put another cup of tea in front of him.

Barrybone took out his wand without even looking at it, "Do you know why Ariana doesn't want to see you yet?! Because you never care about what others want, you only care about yourself!!!"

"That's absolutely not the case. Everything I do is not for myself!"

"Of course I know that your goal is to change the world! What a great ideal!! You are willing to sacrifice everything for this! Everyone can be sacrificed! And you won't even mourn for them!!"

"Credence..."

Just as Dumbledore was about to say something, he was interrupted by an angry Barebone.

"Okay now! You must know who the owl is, go ahead and kill him!! Take the ring and complete your great plan!!!"

"I..."

"And I've had enough!! I don't want to be used by you anymore! Whether it's you, Nico Flamel, or that long-dead Grindelwald, without you, this world wouldn't be so chaotic!!"

As Barrybone's mood fluctuated, the Obscurus on his body also emerged, and he roared his last words ferociously,

"You all deserve to die!!!"

Dumbledore listened to this vicious curse and opened his mouth dejectedly, but said nothing.

For a moment, there was silence in the office.

After a long time, he said softly: "I am atonement. Everything I do is atonement for the mistakes I made before."

Barrybone stared at him coldly, "Do you think I will still believe your words?!"

"Believe me again, Credence! Nothing I do is meaningless." Dumbledore looked at Obscurus on him, his eyes full of pain, and said, "I believe it will be fine in the future. Get up. Just trust me, just like 60 years ago, I won’t let you down!"

When Baribone heard these words, he suddenly fell into a trance. Sixty years...

60 years ago, I was a young man, filled with hatred and darkness, and vowed to destroy everything and take revenge on this unfair world!

And Dumbledore said to him, "The world is actually fair, and it is only unfair to some people. You cannot turn the injustice imposed on you by some people on other innocent people. This is the biggest problem." That’s not fair! Trust me, Credence, I’ll get everything back on track!”

Barebone vaguely remembered that Dumbledore was still a handsome and elegant gentleman at that time, always with a calm smile on his face. His strength and strategizing exuded amazing charm!

So he chose to believe in Dumbledore, and Dumbledore did not disappoint him.

Thinking about it now, although Dumbledore's ideas and methods are often difficult to understand, he achieved all the goals he wanted to achieve without exception!

At this point, although he and Grindelwald have parted ways long ago, there is essentially something in common between the two, both serving a greater goal!

And to achieve this goal, they can accept a less-than-perfect process!

Barebone looked at Dumbledore who had become extremely old across from him, his eyes became very complicated, and after a moment he said softly:

"Do you believe him, Ariana?"

This sentence seemed to be asking both her and myself.

At this time, Silence stretched out a few black filaments and gently caressed Baribone's cheek.

"Trust me again, okay?" Dumbledore looked at them hopefully.

Barebone sighed imperceptibly. He knew that he was impressed by Dumbledore again, just like in the past.

"the last time!"

"Thank you, Credence," Dumbledore said softly, "and you, Ariana."