Enter Hogwarts

The figure carried the suitcase all the way through the vegetable field and entered the forbidden forest.

More than half an hour after walking out, looking at the castle that had disappeared from sight, the figure finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking off the hood, it was Roland Nott.

He left a note on the little Hufflepuff girl's hospital bed, not afraid that her little boyfriend wouldn't come over.

That was the last part of the ceremony.

The two-year plan will come true tonight!

Thinking of this, Roland was in a good mood and hummed a ditty.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"who is it?"

A rickety figure emerged from the shadow of a tree not far away. Through the moonlight, Roland could see the man clearly.

"Roland, what do you want to do?" Mrs. Perlo Nott, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, looked at the only grandson in front of her, the last descendant of the Nott family, with a look of hatred.

"I thought you could guess it, grandma." Roland said lightly.

"Roland, I remember I told you..."

"What did you say? My Muggle-born mother is not worthy of entering your home at all. Or did you snatch me away back then and leave her to fend for herself in the quagmire?!"

"If it weren't for Muggles who wouldn't be infected with dragon pox, she would have left with me and my dad more than ten years ago!!!"

Mrs. Nott seemed to be shocked by these words. Her lips trembled for a long time before she murmured: "I don't want this either...I don't want this either..."

"So, please don't stop me." Roland sighed, walked around Mrs. Nott and wanted to leave.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your reminiscence, but I'm afraid, Mr. Nott, you won't be able to go anywhere..."

A cold voice came from behind the two of them, and Snape emerged like a ghost.

"Professor Snape, good night." Roland didn't look panicked and greeted him with interest.

"Mr. Nott, I am very disappointed in you..."

"Then I'm afraid I'm going to make you even more disappointed!" There was a trace of sarcasm on Roland's lips.

"Stubborn!" Snape said this after staring at Roland for a long time, and then raised the wand in his hand.

The unique light of the disarming spell lit up in the dark forbidden forest, but it did not hit Roland.

There is a transparent armor protecting his body.

"So... Professor Nott, you want to help him continue to make mistakes?" Snape emphasized the word "professor".

"I'm sorry, Severus..." Mrs. Nott's expression showed a hint of pleading, "Please...he is the only bloodline of the Nott family..."

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing. With a flick of his wand, Snape shot a spell towards Mrs. Nott.

Mrs. Nott's level was still very high, and the two of them competed in magic skills in the Forbidden Forest.

Roland took the opportunity to escape.

He knew that Mrs. Nott, who valued the honor of her family more than anything else, would never let him be captured.

He also knew very well what the consequences would be if he were taken back.

Using the Unforgivable Curse, cultivating dangerous magical creatures, and conducting forbidden experiments... any of them would be enough to keep him in Azkaban for the rest of his life.

After running wildly, Roland finally arrived at his lair.

He lay down on the dirt bag panting, looked at the starry sky above his head, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Everything is ready, all he needs is the east wind. Now he just needs to wait for his enemy to come...

Li Ang struggled to shuttle through the woods, tripping over stones and vines on the ground from time to time.

I don’t know how far I walked, but I finally found my goal.

In a small open space, a dirt bag cracked open to the left and right, revealing a pale downward stone step. Looking inside, it was dark.

"Oh, that's great. It's like the treatment of the protagonist in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". It's the standard opening of an adventure story..."

Although he was mumbling like this, Li Ang still took a deep breath and headed underground.

There is a dim oil lamp at intervals on the walls on both sides of the tunnel. Although it is not bright, it is not enough to stumble in the tunnel.

Accompanied by the unique fishy smell of earth and the poisonous insects that appeared around his feet from time to time, Li Ang's face became a little more serious.

Finally, after turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up.

This is a tomb that is neither large nor luxurious, but it has obviously been "requisitioned" by others.

The obstructing coffin was moved to a corner and served as a makeshift table. In front of one wall was a hastily put together "bookshelf" made of wooden strips. Not far away was a low corridor that led to who knows where.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the big pot in the center and the girl lying on the ground next to it.

"Good night! My dear junior..." A cold voice came. Li Ang turned his head and found that the culprit Roland was sitting in the shadows on the side. He stood up and slowly walked to the large crucible.

"Before we get down to business, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, let's go through the process first."

"Are you going to hand over your wand on your own initiative, or are you going to let me cast a disarming spell on you?"

Li Ang looked at the wand pointed at the girl, hesitated, then obediently took out the wand and threw it over.

Roland stared at Li Ang, bent down and picked up the wand that was thrown over.

Li Ang made no move.

"Very good, it seems that my dear junior is very aware of his situation..."

"Are you so sure that I will definitely come?" Li Ang asked, "And, are you so sure that I can find you?"

"Oh, please, Junior Greene, you will make me feel very bored if you ask me such a question."

"I always thought you were a smart person."

"Do you think I really know nothing about you letting that idiot from the Busted family wipe something on the soles of my shoes?" Roland sneered.

While speaking, Roland turned around and got into the corridor.

After a while, a "corpse" tied to a chair was carefully pushed out from the room on the other side of the corridor. Li Ang looked at it and shouted: "Inferi?"

"To shut up!"

The word "inferi" seemed to irritate Roland. He took out his wand angrily, "Looks like I have to teach you how to spell the word 'respect'!"

After saying that, he raised his wand to cast the spell.

The "corpse" next to him suddenly started struggling and roaring.

Roland gasped and slowly lowered his wand.

"Forget it, let's do business first."

"After I finish my business, I'll settle the score with you!"

After saying that, he waved his wand, and the chains on the "corpse" disappeared one after another, slowly floating in the air, then came to the top of the oversized crucible, and was slowly put in.

I don't know what kind of magic potion was boiled in the crucible. After the "inferi" was thrown in, it didn't even flutter. It "melted" like a wax statue in the crucible.

The pot of potion turned from shit green to black sludge, and from time to time a human face spit out a silent roar from the surface.

Roland waved his wand again, and vines sprouted from the corner, binding Li Ang tightly.

Li Ang struggled hard for a few times.

"Don't bother, you don't even have your wand, it's impossible to break away..."

After speaking, Roland took out a small jar from the suitcase at his feet.

"I have no intention of donating my father's bones..."