Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Moros is the god of fate in ancient Greek mythology. He is the god of misfortune, and his existence itself symbolizes destruction and death.

Pandora's Box is even more important. According to legend, the box was filled with all the disasters, diseases and misfortunes in the world by the gods. Before Pandora's Box was opened, there were no terrible disasters, no hard labor, and no tormenting diseases in the world. After it was opened, all kinds of disasters filled the earth, sky and ocean. Diseases spread among humans day and night, raging and silently. Various fevers were rampant on the earth, and the god of death ran wildly among the people.

Combining these two things together, it is possible to curse not only a small teaching position, but also the entire magical world.

"You signed a contract with me, so what do you want to get from me?" Les asked curiously.

Moros was silent for a moment, then told Les that he wanted to be free.

Les:…

"When you told me your name and the name of the box, you should have understood that I would not agree to your request."

"Another person who is familiar with Greek mythology..."

"Another one?" Les noticed a detail in the box's words.

"Many people have heard of my story." Moros answered Les's confusion. It told Les that it had been passed back and forth among several people before he found it. Everyone was extremely wary of it when they heard its name.

"But they don't think about the fact that all the disasters in the box have already slipped away, leaving only the most beautiful 'hope'. Although my name is terrifying, everything is arranged by [fate], and the misfortunes brought are actually destined disasters. We are actually not as scary as we sound." The voice in the box was full of grievances.

Rice raised his eyebrows: What this guy said makes sense. He looked down at Helga, who was still in a coma, and obviously had not recovered from the huge consumption just now.

"Then how can I open you?" Les shook the box in his hand.

"You are actually willing to help open me???" An incredible voice came from the box. Obviously, the previous owners of the box had no such idea at all, and they didn't even try to be perfunctory.

"Why not give it a try?" Les was not so afraid of Moros. He thought that what the box said was most likely true.

The disaster in the box has been released. As for whether there is no "hope" left at the bottom of the box, that doesn't matter. Anyway, he will not open the box within Hogwarts.

Besides, thinking that the box is not lying does not mean that he will open the box.

"It's amazing. You're the first person I've met who's willing to help me open the box. But unfortunately, even I don't know how to open the box."

Moros' words silenced Rice.

It took him a while to recover from the shock brought to him by Moros.

"So after I sign the contract with you, I will help you find a way to open the box and open it?"

"Uh-huh."

"So how did the people who owned you before choose?"

This time it was Moros' turn to be silent.

After a while, He replied reluctantly: "They either sign a contract with me and then never contact me again, or they just make a deal with me."

Lei immediately understood that the box in front of him had been used for free. Facing the wizard who had signed a contract with it, it had no means of counterattack!

Considering Moros's condition, Rice felt that He was more like being punished in Pandora's Box.

"You can't lie, right?" Les analyzed the box's previous response to him and came to a magical conclusion.

Box:……

"Forget it. Can you tell me about the other Olympian gods? They have been missing for a long time."

Since ancient times, Europe, including the Mediterranean coast, has had three groups of gods. The first group was the ancient Egyptian gods who opened the magic age. They eventually perished in internal strife and madness. The second group was the Greek gods. Their disappearance was very strange. Some people said it was related to Rome and war. But in any case, when Les and his friends were born, the world was already ruled by the Norse gods. And Les and his four friends were the reason why the third and last group of gods disappeared.

But Moros in the box didn't know why the Olympian gods disappeared.

He had offended Zeus and was punished by the gods. He was trapped in Pandora's Box and could not see the sun. When the first outsider found him, the Olympian gods had disappeared.

"I see..." Les pondered for a moment, "Then how did the previous wizard make a deal with you?"

"They make their demands, I propose the corresponding price, and then we bargain with each other until we reach an agreement."

Rice raised an eyebrow, "Did someone ask you to curse a position during your last transaction?"

"Yes." Moros responded straightforwardly, "That person originally wanted to curse a person directly, but he couldn't afford the price. Then he had to settle for the next best thing and wanted to curse the position of the headmaster of Hogwarts, but he still couldn't afford the price. Finally, we discussed it for a long time, and he cursed a position called Defense Against the Dark Arts - this is the first time I have seen such a person."

Moros couldn't help but complain about Voldemort, the poor guy.

"What did he trade with you?"

Moros' voice was filled with anger. "I asked him for the beautiful memory of [love], but he fooled me. He has no concept of [love] at all! So I limited his curse and narrowed down the concept of "Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor" to a very small extent."

"So the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor only needs to change his name to avoid the curse?" Thinking of this, Les wanted to laugh.

"Of course!"

"Then we can change the name of this course?"

"Yes~" The voice in the box became cheerful.

Les thought about it and thought it would be more practical to change the name of Defense Against the Dark Arts to Defense Against Magic. Did students only need to defend against dark magic? Was it because white magic couldn't injure or maim people?

"What if I want to make a wish to cancel the curse?"

Moros was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have done some calculations and told Rice that he only needed to pay for a piece of his own memory.

"My memory? I'm afraid you'll be too scared to talk to me after reading it." Rice said with a smile.

"After all, I am the commander of destiny. I have seen all kinds of situations." Moros was full of confidence.

"Okay." Rice randomly picked out a memory from the war of gods.

The box swallowed the memory in one gulp, then shuddered.

Moros: ...

He had never seen such a scene before!

"Who are you?" His voice trembled with fear.

The strength displayed by the person who holds it in that short memory fragment is by no means inferior to any main god on Mount Olympus.

"Les Lint, a wizard."

Box:……

Forget it, I can’t afford to offend this guy.

"Deal done, now the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position has been lifted."

After leaving this sentence, the box never spoke again.

Not long after Rice and Moros made the deal, Helga came to her senses.

"The curse has been broken."

Helga heard such good news as soon as she woke up.

"Okay, well done!" Helga praised Rice, then set her eyes on the box in Rice's hand.

"Moros, do you want to say a few words to my good friend?"

Box:……

The box said nothing, just like a normal box.

Les would not help Moros to hide the secret. He told Helga the origin of the box and the whole story between him and Voldemort.

Helga looked at the quaint box in Rice's hand with surprise and was amazed that there was such a thing hidden in Hogwarts Castle.

"Don't worry about this box, let's go out first." Les looked around and had a vague idea.

He quickly pulled Hufflepuff out of this "storage room".

He didn't remember such a room when the castle was built, so it was either added by wizards in later generations, or...

In short, if it is the latter, then he really can't think about it too much, because ignorance is not a crime.

The two quickly returned to Helga's office. The curse seemed to have been lifted, because even without the protection of the domain, Helga did not encounter any bad luck.

"You should have received the letter I sent you, right?" Rice found the remains of a relatively intact chair in the scorched earth. After sitting down, he asked about Helga's research on the resurrection stone ring.

"I haven't started working on that thing yet." Helga has been very busy in the past month, busy filling orders - the Ministry of Magic has ordered a group of additional dolls for the Quidditch World Cup, and they are very urgent. At the same time, she has to worry about the curse, so how can she have time to study the resurrection stone ring?

Rice said he understood this, and now that he had some time, the two of them could study the resurrection stone ring together.

"Okay." Helga's hand reached into her arms, and then she froze in place: the ring was gone!

Les:? ? ?

At the same time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was slumped in the armchair behind his desk, looking haggard.

On the desk in front of him was a black gemstone ring, which was the resurrection stone ring that Helga had lost.

Coincidentally, when Helga received the ring that day, she put it in her pocket without much study. However, under the influence of the curse, the ring fell out of her pocket, and Helga, who was busy fighting bad luck, did not notice it.

So the Deathly Hallows lay quietly in the messy office for a long time until Dumbledore arrived.

Dumbledore came to visit Professor White. He was really a little worried about the professor's condition.

You know, this was the first time he had seen such a strong bad luck effect. In the past, professors were at most hit by potions or hit by wild boars. Professor White was different. He was hit by explosions twice within a quarter of an hour.

Then he found that Professor White's office was empty, with only debris left on the ground.

Dumbledore had sharp eyes and he immediately spotted the black gem ring in the ruins.

Dumbledore considered himself a person with low desires, and he thought that there was nothing in the world that could make his heart beat. But today he knew he was wrong, and there were indeed things in the world that could make his heart beat, and even give rise to immoral thoughts.

One of the three legendary Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone Ring!

With this ring, he will be able to see his sister again.

Dumbledore certainly knew who the ring belonged to, but he still took it back to his office driven by desire. He knew he could find countless excuses, but it was essentially the same as stealing.

After struggling with his thoughts for a long time, Dumbledore finally put on the ring, closed his eyes, and turned it three times as described in the story legend.

He felt the breeze caressing his cheek, and then a deep male voice rang out -

"Salazar, I thought I said - eh? Who are you?"

Dumbledore: ?????

He opened his eyes in surprise and found a burly man with fiery red hair standing in front of him, his face full of surprise.

"Oh, sorry to bother you!" The red-haired man seemed to remember something and moved aside, revealing an ethereal girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

It didn't take Dumbledore a second to recognize the girl. It was his sister, Ariana Dumbledore.

The red-haired man shrank into the corner of the office, trying his best to reduce his presence, while looking around at everything in the office.

When his eyes swept over the tattered hat on the shelf, he was stunned.

"No way..." A storm of emotions flashed through his mind.

……

The conversation between Albus and Ariana was brief, and they spent most of the time in silence. The presence of the red-haired man made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Fortunately, both Dumbledore and the man knew that the red-haired man was already a ghost, so it was okay. Dumbledore focused most of his energy on the phantom of his sister, and only occasionally paid attention to the red-haired man in the corner.

Finally, Ariana's illusion dissipated, and Dumbledore officially began to deal with the red-haired man who appeared here inexplicably.

"You should be the current headmaster of Hogwarts?" Before Dumbledore could say anything, the red-haired man took the initiative to speak: "Let me introduce myself. I am Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindor."

Dumbledore's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole in an instant.

After Godric volunteered his name, a strange change occurred in Hogwarts Castle.

Although no one except Dumbledore could see Godric's presence, the Sorting Hat on the stand still stood upright and the castle began to tremble slightly.

However, the castle returned to normal after a few seconds, because it did not detect the return of the wizard with the highest authority. The Sorting Hat cracked a crack, as if it wanted to ask something, but finally returned to its original state silently.

"Strong self-evidence." Dumbledore stared straight at Godric's phantom. Now he believed in the other party's identity.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts."

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