Hogwarts pet owl

Errol's hair flashed, and a blue light hit the metal platform, cutting off the supply of magic power.

The next second, time began to tick for Credence, and he began to breathe again.

"Ailuol, he...is there something wrong because he has been sleeping for too long?"

Aberforth was worried. Even though the time he spent with his son was extremely limited, after all, they were connected by blood, and an old father's worried heart could not be concealed.

"No, Grandpa, he's fine. He just didn't wake up."

Dumao turned again, and the "awakening light" hit Credence. He immediately opened his eyes and took a breath of cold air——

"Ah----"

"Nagini? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the time stopping device?"

Credence sat up, stiff,

"Are this old gentleman and the little girl the friends you brought? Silly girl! I told you that I can no longer control the Obscurus in my body. It is dangerous to be with me! Go quickly, go quickly!"

The corners of Nagini's eyes were wet, and she rushed forward to hug Credence, sobbing and unable to speak.

Aberforth's voice trembled slightly,

"Aurelius, it's me!"

Credence looked over Nagini's shoulder and studied Aberforth carefully.

Even though he had aged like this, Credence could still see his father's look in that old face.

"Father?"

Credence blinked.

"Why are you so old?"

Aberforth stumbled forward and took Credence and Nagini into his arms.

"It's been sixty years, kid!"

Credence pushed Nagini and his father away,

"It doesn't matter how much time has passed. The most important thing now is that you leave quickly and leave me here to fend for myself! I feel like I can't hold myself back anymore..."

"Hello, Uncle Credence, I'm Errol, and I have a question for you."

Credence looked at Errol with a question mark——

If sixty years had passed, then obviously she had never seen this little potato, but she called her uncle?

But this girl came with her father, so she is obviously not a bad person. It doesn't matter who she is.

"go ahead."

"I want to ask you, if you can live, but you will lose the power of Obscurus, are you willing?"

Credence nodded,

"Of course, of course I do,"

Credence, who has been tortured by pain all his life, has become quite emotionally stable. He is worthy of being a ruthless man who can live into his twenties as an Obscurial.

"That power is of no use to me. If I can exchange the power of Obscurus for a peaceful life, then why not?"

Credence looked at Nagini and gently stroked her hair.

Even though he is as strong as Uncle Albus, he can't solve his own problems. This little potato asked, could it be that she has a solution?

Don't be ridiculous, he has been sleeping for sixty years, that's right.

But in his own opinion, he only fell asleep for a few seconds, so his brain was not damaged by sleep.

"That's good."

Errol took two steps forward and placed a hand on Credence's body.

In the surprised gazes of the three people, traces of black substance overflowed from Credence's body, like smoke or tar,

Errol's weaving speed is accelerating, and the speed of Obscurus' condensation is also accelerating.

After a while, the black smoke gathered into a large ball, almost three meters in diameter.

Credence gasped, shocked.

The silent man, who had been forcibly stripped out and should have been very violent, was now like a harmless smoke cloud, slowly floating in the air.

Credence felt extremely relaxed, no longer feeling the pain that his whole body was about to explode.

Although he still felt a little weak and lacked energy, it was obvious that Mo Ran was easily stripped away by the little girl in front of him.

"Elrol, was it successful?"

Aberforth asked.

Errol nodded,

"Success, Uncle Credence is fine."

Errol reached into the black mist of Obscurus,

This action startled everyone.

However, the next moment, the large group of black mist exuding a dangerous aura shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just two or three seconds, he completely disappeared without a trace.

Aerol clapped her hands,

"Finish and call it a day!"

She solved a problem that had plagued the wizarding world for thousands of years,

But the process was like casually picking up the croissant on the table when passing by the dining table at home, and finishing it in a few bites.

It’s so easy that it’s unbelievable——

Errol naturally has her own logic:

In front of outsiders, it must be full of ritual and make people confused;

But why do you do all those bells and whistles in front of your own people? If you can get off work at 4:30, why do you have to wait until 9:30?

Are you still hoping to get some overtime wages?

……

……

Severus Snape emerged from the Headmaster's office again.

There is obviously something wrong with Errol Weasley now.

But damn Dumbledore didn't take this matter to heart at all!

Snape had two guesses about the current state of the owl,

First, he was cast under the Imperius Curse. Obviously, this is very consistent with Errol Weasley's recent abnormal behavior.

But Snape really couldn't think of a motive - what was the purpose of controlling the owl?

Is it because she has a big appetite, or because she loves to drink?

Second, it is rumored that animals sometimes leave their nests before dying and find a place to die quietly.

If this guess is true, then she has a straight face all day long. Is she so exhausted that she can't even manage her expression?

No matter which one it is, Snape needs to find Errol and figure it out face to face!

At dinner time, Errol still did not appear in the auditorium.

Snape's eyebrows knitted into knots.

He finished his meal in a hurry, left the Great Hall with a livid face, and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

"Harry, did you see it? What happened to Snape? His face was so scary."

Harry answered Ron,

"I don't know, he looks very angry."

Ron scratched his head vigorously,

"Oops, we have Potions class tomorrow morning. I really hope his bad mood doesn't carry over to tomorrow."

Fred threw a piece of toast with jam spread across the table, and it landed on Ron's plate.

"Hey, Ron! You mean, you want Snape to be in a good mood?"

Ron didn't mind the toast that Fred had touched with his dirty hands before he went to the court to practice in the afternoon. He directly stuffed it into his mouth and said vaguely,

"Under normal circumstances, of course I hope Snape is in a bad mood, the worse the better..."

However, it is difficult to stuff up something like toast, and Ron was in a dilemma at this time - he couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out, so he had to grind it slowly with saliva...

So Ron couldn't say the second half of the sentence - "But we have his class tomorrow, and if he is in a bad mood, he will torture Harry in class."

In fact, since Lily's ghost came back, Snape basically stopped targeting Harry Potter in class. On the contrary, the hardest hit area of ​​penalty points was moved to Ron's head.

The Geminis would not give Ron a chance to finish his words. If tonight's actions were exposed and caught, with Ron's words, they would have a shield - at least their mother's yelling letter would not be targeted only at the two of them. .

Fred smiled and looked at George: "Okay, we know your wish - isn't it just to make Snape's mood as bad as possible? As your brother, we will satisfy your little one. A small wish.”

After saying that, the two brothers left the auditorium without paying any attention to the little brother who was glaring and moaning.

Ron spent a lot of effort to finally get the piece of toast.

He turned to Harry and complained: "That legend is true - no one can swallow a piece of whole wheat toast in half a minute! I will never do that again next time!"

But the next moment, he was stunned,

"Harry...did Fred and the others just want to make Snape's mood worse?"

Harry nodded and patted Ron on the shoulder again.

"Ron, I think you should catch up with Fred and the others now and speak clearly, otherwise you have to pray that they don't get caught by the professors."

Ginny on the side took up Harry's words,

"Yes, if you receive another roaring letter, no one in our family can catch up with your record!"