[hp] stay out of it

Seeing that I paused and didn't speak, Phillips quickly adjusted his tone. Although he was still anxious, he was more restrained: "Sorry, Vincent, I know it's not your responsibility—I mean Yes, didn't you turn back again? How's the situation?"

My face darkened when I thought of Boyle who was persistently trying to use the Returning Charm, who had disappeared with Vicky Boyle and the pot of potion.They probably misunderstood the meaning, Sirius immediately said: "It's not your fault, Vincent." The short dean said: "I know you tried your best." Phillips gave me an extra look.

There were only the headmaster, the school doctor and the wounded Harry in the ward, and the school doctor insisted on examining me, but I was fine, which caused a little dispute.I want to say that what she did was doubting and contemptuous of my magical ability, and I would not allow someone who doesn't know the details to examine me--I'm not a fool who is not vigilant... not vigilant?

What are you not vigilant about?What was I thinking just now?

"I won't lose face by letting me check it out. For Merlin's sake, have you spent less time in my nursing home?" Madam Pomfrey suddenly grabbed me and pushed me to sit on an empty hospital bed. up, startled me, and then she handed me a bottle of potion: "Drink it!"

Holding the recovery potion in my hand, I was a little confused about the situation.

Wait, those hysterical memories in my head - I drank that potion!I opened my sleeves and looked at my watch, it was exactly nine and ten minutes.It just happened...

"Drink it quickly." Madam Pomfrey almost wanted to do it: "What I gave you is not a dick, child."

"Oh, yes, yes, ma'am." I swallowed the bottle of medicine hastily.

"Sorry Vincent, and Harry," Professor Dumbledore said suddenly, "because of the urgency of the situation now - what we have been worrying about has finally happened. I'm afraid I have to squeeze a little time for you to rest, so that Let's figure out what's going on." He paused before saying, "I know it can be distressing to repeat these things, we've lost true friends and regained terrible enemies..."

"Who? Who's dead?" I almost shouted, and the instant memory presented the answer, and Lydia's ashen face appeared in my mind, and the last impression she gave me was clearly that she was happily Discuss humorous and thoughtful George!

Fu Rong suddenly turned her head and rushed out of the school doctor's room. Dan Qi nodded at us and chased after us.

And I suddenly thought of another student whose whereabouts were unknown, and my indifferent and cold attitude just now, I was about to jump up regretfully: "Benelli! He doesn't know where he is yet—Principal, we have to find his whereabouts quickly." whereabouts……"

"Don't get excited, Professor McGonagall has brought someone to look for it before that." Dumbledore signaled me to calm down, "And what we have to do now is to restore the original appearance of this afternoon's incident and learn as much as possible about our opponent's situation." Condition."

"I..." I want to say that I have to go out and join the search, and then I see Professor Dumbledore's calm blue eyes, which are calm and composed after a long time in the world, and I look forward to his peace of mind He tried his best to calm down, resisted the urge to run outside and search aimlessly, and sat back.

If anything happens to Benelli, I...

Why am I so out of control after using that potion?That is no longer imitation of thinking, but a transformation of thinking. It seems that I have completely become Vincent, instead of Jiang Jin who is trying to solve problems with Vincent's thinking!Merlin's beard!It's all crazy.

Madam Pomfrey closed the door of the infirmary with a soft click, I suddenly looked up and saw the concerned eyes of others.

Sirius stuffed me with a glass of warm sugar water and put some pillows on my back so I could lean back comfortably, but I just couldn't relax.

"Are you okay? Maybe you should rest a little longer," said the headmaster.

"No problem. I'm fine." I desperately wanted to sort out the events that happened in advance, trying to find some useful information, so that the subsequent actions could be carried out more effectively.

So Harry began to tell how he had received an anonymous letter claiming to know Skeeter's secret and pointing him to Hogsmeade.Outside the woods there, Ron and Hermione were entangled by two gypsies who suddenly appeared, and they couldn't get away. Seeing that the appointed time had passed more than ten minutes, he went to the woods by himself.

Harry annoyed himself, "I don't know...but Skeeter! We're so curious to know how she got so many secrets, first with Hagrid, then with Hermione, and then with Vincent... "

"The so-called bait is to have this irresistible characteristic," Professor Dumbledore comforted: "This shows that the person knows you very well and knows how to lure you out of a more comfortable place."

"I've lost my vigilance myself, I admit," Harry pursed his lips. "It's been so calm recently, it's like..."

"It seems that Voldemort's matter is wrong news," Dumbledore expressed understanding of this feeling: "This is what he wants to achieve. Let people who know the truth give up their vigilance. After all, people always yearn for ease, and we always It is to find various reasons for ease, to relax our tense nerves."

Harry probably felt that Dumbledore was being too tolerant of his mistakes, and he was a little embarrassed.Maybe it was because of Dumbledore's attitude that he was not going to make a lot of accusations and criticisms, and Harry was also noticeably more relaxed.

He talked about the flying parchment, and then mentioned me: "...Vincent said he saw something and chased it out."

I was pulling my hair out, feeling overwhelmed by what I'd done in nine or ten minutes out of control, when I realized Dumbledore and Sirius were looking at me, and I said, "Oh yes, I Saw it, he was wearing a black robe with a hood, couldn't see the face, and I couldn't tell who he was from the figure. I chased him downhill and lost it, and the thing was glowing when I went back .”

"Which means there were at least two guys around at the time, and the one left when you left converted the parchment into a portkey—it sounds like the portkey wasn't pre-programmed," Sirius said.

"The guy I'm chasing may be a woman." I recalled it again, and asked pointedly: "Speaking of which, how many students are there in Beauxbatons?"

"Two, as far as I know," said Dumbledore.

"Bruce Boyle and Elaine Golov?" I confirmed.

"These two names." He looked at me, waiting for me to explain why I asked.

I leaned wearily against the upturned pillow. "They have a deal with Voldemort. That idiot helped Voldemort find a place to stay, probably in some Death Eater's house, and Voldemort promised him to cast a spell for him."

I saw Harry's eyes widen in surprise, and slowly added: "At that time, you were telling me, well, you know, about Lydia's matter, and you probably didn't hear their argument."

"Wormtail is still around Voldemort, why does he need a student to help him settle down?" Sirius frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said: "What we can analyze is that his followers all changed their positions after he disappeared, which must have made Voldemort more suspicious, and his plans were all disrupted after Crouch was imprisoned." , so he certainly wouldn't just show up without something to rely on, or let Wormtail, the only man he could use, show up and go door to door seeking shelter."

"So, a 17-year-old boy, can Bruce Boyle give him a little confidence?" Sirius asked a little puzzled, and then found the answer himself, he said emphatically, "Boyles!"

Professor Dumbledore thought a little further: "As far as I know, after the first project, that is, after we know exactly where Voldemort last appeared, Mr. Boyle, and sometimes Miss Golov , I am not very content to stay here. They frequent various places, Madam Maxim told me that they are traveling, and she can't control them, after all, Boyle's identity is there."

"Did he always want to find Voldemort?" Harry said in disbelief. "What good would resurrecting Voldemort do him?"

"There is a spell, and Voldemort is probably the only person he can think of who is suitable to perform it," I fiddled with the empty potion bottle: "That spell needs to be cast by someone with a certain degree of death in order to be successful."

"Does it mean that he was near death?" Harry asked. "But in that case, there are a lot of qualified wizards in the hospital."

"People who are full of the breath of death are those who have sent away many dead souls," said the principal. "More precisely, they are people who donate blood because of their own selfish desires and have little light in their hearts. Their hearts are full of darkness. And darkness, surrounded by the curse of innocent undead, can't glow with the vitality that normal life generally has. Vitality is the opposite of death, and it conflicts with the magic power of many evil black magic-if you force a pure-hearted wizard to Casting black magic, the possibility of success will be significantly reduced, or even impossible." [Note]

"He wants to call back Helen." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Dumbledore was a little surprised, and then said calmly: "His psychology is understandable, but this is impossible. The dead cannot be resurrected, and no wizard can do it."

"That depends on how we define 'resurrection'." He clicked on the potion bottle and turned it into a porcelain stone, watching it with a little awe and annoyance at its low-key mild luster: "That's very Powerful, brute force, amazingly pure spells that can bring back the souls of the dead from the underworld..."

"If the principle is like this, then I doubt its effect," Dumbledore said rationally: "It violates the most magnificent law of nature in the world. A soul itself is like the magic power in the sea compared with the magic power required to violate nature. As insignificant as a grain of sand."

"So that spell will tear the soul to shreds, and the incomplete part of the summoned undead will dissipate after a period of time attached to a body that does not belong to her. At that time, this person will no longer exist, and she will Disappear from the world forever, leaving no comfort to the living." This is the Curse of Return.

[Note] This setting was added by me independently. The original text did not mention whether the good or evil of the wizard has an impact on the success rate of black magic.

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