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The spirited young man Fox woke up leisurely on the sofa in the principal's office.

He rubbed his head——

Ever since he succeeded in becoming an Animagus, he has been living in a state of intoxication every day.

How many months has it been?

He couldn't remember clearly. Fortunately, he had progressed from sleeping all day to sleeping for twenty-three hours and eleven minutes.

The progress is quite obvious. As long as he exercises for a few more years, he will definitely be able to stop being drunk!

Fox sat up and looked at the clock. The clock showed half past nine.

He looked out the window again, tilting his head and seeing the bright sun shining brightly.

Oh, it's morning...

What day is today?

If it's Monday to Friday, Sister Errol has to go to class, so it's not easy for me to disturb her, but if it's the weekend...

Fox thought hard, thought hard, and finally thought of it,

Today is Sunday!

Aha! Sister Errol, I’m so hot! This time I must press the time to twenty-three hours and ten minutes!

"Fox, sit down!"

Dumbledore's voice sounded.

As soon as the old principal saw Fox standing up, he knew that he was about to send him off again, so he quickly stopped him.

"Albus, what's wrong?"

The old principal glanced at Fox with a bitter look: "I need you to send me a letter. It won't be too late for you to go find Errol after sending the letter."

"OK,"

Fox nodded quickly,

"Who do you want to give it to?"

"Kingsley Shacklebolt."

……

……

Kingsley Shacklebolt is a member of House Shacklebolt and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Now he is very active in the Ministry of Magic as a senior Auror.

When he received Dumbledore's summons, he was very curious.

Because Dumbledore once said that his identity as a member of the Order of the Phoenix was best kept secret. The less people knew about it, the better, because the Ministry of Magic was not as peaceful as others thought.

"Professor Dumbledore, you suddenly called me here. Did something big happen?"

Kingsley wore a thick scarf around his neck to hide his face, but his iconic yarmulke and his dark skin still made Dumbledore recognize him at a glance.

"Yes, Kingsley, something big has happened."

Kingsley Shacklebolt's expression immediately became heavy, and the words "something big happened" in Dumbledore's mouth were definitely not something to be ignored.

Dumbledore asked Kingsley to sit down and handed him a Muggle newspaper.

"Look at the second edition."

Kingsley turned to that page, and a strange photo came into view.

The body of a young man lay on the ground, disembowelled, and his blood was painted with complicated patterns on the ground.

Kingsley thought it looked like a magic circle.

Around the magic circle, kneeling were seven men and women of about the same age as the deceased, dressed in very non-mainstream styles.

Under the photo was written the title of the article - [Eight young people died violently next to Stonehenge, suspected of being caused by a cult].

Kingsley put down the newspaper and looked at Dumbledore:

"Professor, are you saying that this case was not committed by Muggles, but by someone from the wizarding world?"

"Yes, Kingsley,"

Dumbledore nodded,

"Although I have never seen the formation in the photo, I have seen formations with similar styles in ancient books. They are very old, probably dating back to the 6th century AD,"

Dumbledore then pointed to the seven young men kneeling in the photo,

"It's strange to see these seven people kneeling and dying. At the same time, their expressions are not painful at all, as if they have been hit by Avada Kedavra..."

Kingsley frowned: "But if it's a death curse, once someone dies, the other six people should react and either run away or be frightened. It is absolutely impossible to maintain the original posture."

Dumbledore nodded,

"Yes, unless there are seven wizards at the scene, casting spells at the same time... But, Kingsley, will a person who is hit by the Death Curse remain in a kneeling position and not move at all?"

"No, Professor, the Death Curse has impact."

"So I think the lives of these young people were sacrificed because of this magic circle."

Kingsley's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears:

"Seven lives sacrificed?"

"No, it's Hachijo."

Kingsley also realized the seriousness of the problem:

"If it is true, as the professor said, that this magic circle sacrificed eight lives, then things are really in trouble,"

Kingsley also had some exposure to evil practices such as sacrifice.

"It is rumored that when the despicable Herbo launched the Black Death plague in Europe, he only sacrificed a virgin... If this magic circle is a similar curse - England is in big trouble!"

Dumbledore sighed,

"Kingsley, that's why I called you here because I hope you will go to the scene as an Auror to take a look. Fudge has been very jealous of me recently. If I mention this matter, he will definitely not listen. This will cause misunderstandings." It’s a big deal.”

In fact, Dumbledore had gone astray - Fudge had recently focused on squeezing gold galleons from pure-blood families, and he didn't care at all about the deaths of a few Muggles.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, I'm going to the scene right away - do you want to call Sirius Black? After all, he has recently joined our Order of the Phoenix."

"No, don't call him,"

Dumbledore subconsciously denied it.

"I think the fewer people know about this, the better."

Kingsley Shacklebolt is gone.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief,

"It's best that I worry too much, but don't let anything big happen!"

He looked at another piece of mail on his desk, which was sent by his assistant wizard in the Wizengamot.

"Fortunately, there is good news. The comet fragments in the lunar orbit have really disappeared."

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……

Errol slept until she woke up naturally, and it was almost noon when she opened her eyes.

A rest day should always look like a rest day.

Errol rolled out of bed, held her face with her left hand, and weaved reality with her right hand——

[Errol Weasley's body is fresh and fresh, without any dirt! 】

It’s not that the Cleaning Spell is not easy to use, but it’s really incomparable to the Fingertip Universe!

The next moment, she, Errol, felt as if she had been scrubbed eighteen times by a Northeast bathhouse aunt. Her whole body was smooth and clean.

With a snap of his fingers, Slytherin House flew over and pierced her body,

He pushed his hair back with his right hand, and the long red hair immediately moved on its own and was tied into a braid.

Errol gestured in front of the mirror,

Well, today is another beautiful day!

Opening the door, Errol did not rush out, but swept all the gifts at the door into the room as usual——

She receives small gifts and letters from her seniors and juniors every day - these things handed over by the girls can flood her room door at most, but make those little girls sour.