Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

Dumbledore was seen acting extremely seriously, as if he was deeply thinking about this incident. Professor McGonagall had an angry expression, and there seemed to be suspicion in her eyes, probably thinking that the Death Eaters were coming for Harry. Professor Snape looked thoughtful, his eyes wandering over Quirrell, seemingly focused on looking for certain clues. Quirrell himself acted very scared, but there was a flash of thinking in his eyes.

There was silence in the professors' seats, with only a faint rustling sound. The brief discussions among the students were mixed in the calm atmosphere, as if everyone was silently waiting for Dumbledore to reveal the deeper truth of the crime.

Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice low and sonorous: "This incident was indeed a shocking attack. We still know nothing about the identity of the victim and the motives of the murderer. I will fully assist the Ministry of Magic in the investigation." Investigate to ensure that those behind this crime are uncovered and brought to justice."

He paused and cast his gaze across the hall: "In this difficult moment, we need to unite and face the threat of black magic together. I believe that only through cooperation can we protect our community and ensure that every wizard You can live in a safe environment. Please rest assured that we will do our best to maintain the safety of every resident."

Dumbledore's words echoed in the hall, with a hint of comfort and determination. A trace of relief gradually appeared on the faces of professors and students. It seemed that under Dumbledore's appeal, everyone was full of confidence in the future. And on this Christmas Eve night, an unpredictable shadow of dark magic still shrouded the entire Hogwarts.

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When Anakin left the table, he held in his arms a lot of things that exploded from the colorful firecrackers, including his own wizard chess set, a pirate hat, and a handkerchief with a maze pattern on it... .

They returned to the Gryffindor common room, no one in the mood to play, everyone was immersed in the shadow of that brutal crime.

By the way, Anakin only recently found out why Harry didn't go home to spend Christmas with Sirius. Sirius is currently going through the procedures for buying a house, hoping to decorate the house for Harry as soon as possible. He planned to live at No. 5 Privet Drive, just to be closer to Harry.

Anakin sat in the corner of the lounge, feeling a little confused about what he did yesterday. At that time, I seemed to be controlled by negative emotions again, and suddenly I felt a strong murderous intention. Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, and a familiar voice sounded: "Hey, Anakin, are you ready?" Anakin looked up and found that Fred and George walked in, holding a bunch of Looks like party supplies.

"We know now is not the time to celebrate, but we feel like we need to relax a little bit," George said with a smile. Fred added: "Yes, life is full of chaos, and sometimes we need to forget about our troubles, at least for a while."

So Fred and George started setting up a small party in the lounge. They took out all kinds of delicious snacks, candies, chocolates, and candied fruits from the magic bags, and filled the table. There are also some colorful firecrackers. Although the explosion has just been heard, this time it is to add a little laughter.

"Come on, Anakin, don't let those negative things affect your mood." George handed Anakin a bag of candy, smiling broadly. Fred was laying aside some gadgets they brought, which seemed to be a set of funny masks and some interesting props.

Anakin grinned, feeling slightly brighter. He gratefully accepted the candy and joined the tiny Gryffindor party. Everyone started chatting and joking, and someone even tried to have an exciting game of magic chess. Anakin suddenly had an idea. Why don't you create a new game yourself? After all, there are many famous card games made by Anakin's predecessor. He planned to make detailed plans later.

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Gryffindor dormitory at night

As night fell, silence filled the Gryffindor dormitory. Ron fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as he lay down, while Harry was still in bed with his thoughts racing around. He carefully took out the invisibility cloak, intending to test its power. Ron had fallen asleep and waking him might cause trouble. And, for some reason, he was even more eager to be able to use his father's invisibility cloak on his own for the first time.

Anakin was now either practicing his spells in the Room of Requirement or in the Restricted Section.

Harry was very sure that he had figured out Anakin's daily plan.

He tiptoed out of the dormitory, down the stairs, through the common room, and crawled through the portrait hole.

"Who is it?" the fat lady asked in a hoarse voice. Harry said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor.

Where is he going? He stopped and thought, his heart pounding. Suddenly, he remembered. Restricted section of the library. He could read to his heart's content, like Anakin, until he found out who Flamel was. He wrapped the invisibility cloak tightly around his body and walked forward.

Harry came to the library, which was dark and eerie. Harry lit a lamp and carried it past the rows of bookshelves. The lamp looked like it was suspended in mid-air. Although Hanli felt himself holding it with his hand, the sight still made his hair stand on end. He found the entrance to the forbidden book area and saw a bright light.

Anakin should be in the Restricted Book Zone, what book is he reading? Do you want me to read it?

Harry was suddenly curious. He carefully stepped over the rope that separated these books from other collections. The air inside seemed to be solidified, filled with the smell of ancient books. The faint light casts on the bookshelf, outlining the layers of books, each one a part of the taboo.

Anakin was holding a thick book and reading it carefully. There were several thick books randomly placed around him.

Suddenly, Anakin raised his head, seeming to notice something. Harry hurriedly hid behind the bookshelf, his heart pounding. However, Anakin just glanced around and then lost himself in the book again.

Harry decided not to hide anymore and quietly walked towards Anakin. "Hey, Anakin, it looks like you're interested in this book." Harry smiled.

Anakin raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, closed the book in his hand, and then opened a friendly smile. "Oh, Harry, when did you get here?"

Harry walked over to Anakin and stared at the book in his hand. "What kind of book is this? Is there anything interesting in it?"

"I hope to learn more about alchemy, and then I can create some small items to play with." There seemed to be dark stains on the cover of the book, which looked like blood stains. Harry's mind flashed to the image of someone smashing another man's head open with the book.

"I came here to find information about Nicolas Flamel," Harry said. "Did you find anything?"

"He seems to be an alchemist," Anakin replied, a little too quickly, as if he had known this information all along. "He's mentioned in my book."

No way, he couldn't know.

Harry shook his head, otherwise he would have told us, Harry thought.