[HP] Noble

Mr. Crouch is crazy.

The British wizarding world suddenly exploded.

It wasn't just someone who leaked the news. Now, almost everyone knew that Mr. Crouch, who had been ill and had not appeared in public, was suddenly found seriously injured one day by the Hogwarts lake.In the process of being treated, he kept repeating "The Dark Lord is back, and he has returned stronger".

All kinds of opinions flew to the Ministry of Magic from all directions. Regarding this, the Ministry of Magic officials rejected Mr. Crouch with a firm attitude that could not be rejected: How can a lunatic's words be trusted?

So all the evidence points to the only eyewitness, Scorpius Great of Slytherin.

But to people's disappointment, he forgot everything.

Being from Slytherin, it wasn't uncommon to suspect that Scorpius was simply not reporting - but all rumors were dispelled after Dumbledore's brief speech.The famous White Wizard - the only old White Wizard to stand up to Voldemort head-on - used the Daily Prophet to assure everyone that he would attempt to restore Scorpius' memory.

However, it didn't take long before everyone finally realized that they had to face a fact: the person who attacked Scorpius used a very clever Forgetting Curse, and Dumbledore racked his brains, but he didn't give Scorpius the memory of being erased. Rescue back——In Scorpius' memory, everything that happened that day stopped at the moment he left the Slytherin cellar, and the most critical part became a blank piece of whiteness, like a thick fog, without sound There is no image, and you can't see your fingers.

Officials of the British Ministry of Magic were attacked in Hogwarts, which is known as the most heavily guarded, and the entire wizarding world suddenly fell into a state of panic.The Minister of Magic, Fudge, was about to go crazy. Although he repeatedly emphasized that the Dark Lord could not make a comeback, this time, few people seemed willing to believe him.

……

Draco swore that this was the first time in his life he took the initiative to knock on the door of Dumbledore's office, and it was also the last time - although his father didn't think so, "You will have many such opportunities in the future, my son , get used to this." Leaning on a snake-headed cane, the head of the Malfoy family, whose hair was meticulously hanging down to his waist, said casually as he followed behind his third-year son.

Gathered here today, in addition to Malfoy and his son, there is also the Gretel family.

Scorpius' father and mother were so worried that they directly obtained Dumbledore's privileges through the fireplace and came to Hogwarts.Scorpius' grandfather also came, but the old man accidentally twisted his waist when he came out of the fireplace, and before visiting his grandson, he directly became his next-door neighbor in the Hogwarts medical wing.

After confirming that Scorpius himself had not suffered any attack other than the Forgetting Curse, the parents finally felt relieved, and then they moved together to the principal's office—and Dumbledore had already been waiting inside for a long time.

"Brilliant forgetting curse."

In the large principal's reception room, all the adults sat behind the desks.After Dumbledore's brief description, Mr. Great said thoughtfully, "The man who cast the spell was very careful that he did not harm Scorpius' other memories - not a bit, and we know that forgetting If the curse is used roughly, it will cause a large part of the memory loss of the cursed person, but thanks to Merlin, Scorpius did not, he is very good, except that he accidentally twisted his foot when he fell down, and he is basically alive and kicking."

Dumbledore bowed slightly in agreement, his expression very subtle: "Yes, Kyle Grace. I'm glad that man didn't seem to want to hurt your son—not at all. That was a very careful, very risky The Oblivion Curse, all the key parts were carefully removed from Mr. Gretel's mind, leaving everything else intact."

"I assume, what are you suspecting, Dumbledore." Lucius Malfoy knocked lazily on the table, "But that's impossible, in case of emergency, there is no student in Hogwarts who can do it now." To such a finely detailed Oblivion Charm... this is an advanced spell in itself - not even any Slytherin can do it."

"Oh, dear Lucius." Dumbledore's expression became slightly relaxed, he stroked his beard and smiled, "I'm surprised to hear such words from you."

"A Slytherin never exaggerates himself when he shouldn't be showing off." As if not paying attention to the obvious teasing tone in Dumbledore's words, Lucius raised his chin and answered sternly.

"In other words-benefits come first, I remember that seems to be the family motto of the Malfoy family, Lucius." Mr. Gretel muttered gloomily, "What's the matter with Slytherin?"

"It's Durmstrang—the devil's vine spell is called the 'Bloodvine Curse', from medieval black magic, I read it in a manuscript in the cellar at home." Draco murmured—now , he was the only minor present who participated in the conversation, and no one knew exactly how he won this right for himself... Whether it was rolling around, in short, he successfully attended the "Daily Prophet" event The journalists would have liked the little talks that the Animagus eavesdropped on like gophers.

Medieval codex spellbook?After listening to Draco's words, the old headmaster slowly sat up straight, looking a little interested.

"—don't even think about stepping into the cellar of my house, Dumbledore—of course we don't rule out the possibility, Draco." Lucius, who glanced at the old headmaster's movements from the corner of his eye, said disapprovingly, "but that black magic is too much. It’s too frank, but it makes people feel uneasy.”

"Aha, that's right, that's right." Lucius' decisive refusal obviously made Dumbledore look a little disappointed. Now, he leaned back on his chair and folded his hands on his chest, "Then The use of black magic is too frank, as if waving to everyone as 'Durmstrang's masterpiece', it is too guesswork, but it makes people feel that this is not the correct answer."

Mr. Gretel looked very hesitant: "What if that person happens to think so?"

In other words, the overly obvious clues allowed him to shirk his suspicions—the most dangerous place is the safest place.

At this time, Mrs. Great, who had not spoken all this time—Ms. Wen Bihua, finally spoke. She was wearing a very ordinary dress today, a simple women's robe, her hair was loosely tied into a bun, and a green hairpin was stuck on it. She spoke. At the time, she subconsciously supported the hairpin, and said mockingly: "Maybe that person didn't even think about playing detective games so complicated."

Dumbledore: "Oh, I must say Mrs. Gretel, you have a standard Cockney accent."

Lucius: "Are you too old for the point, Dumbledore?"

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Wen Bihua smiled.

"With all due respect, your hair accessories are also very special, with a very strong positive aura—just like the pet that Mr. Gretel once gave to Mr. Malfoy, it is easy to guide people in the right direction."

This time, before Wen Bihua could answer, Lucius had already given Dumbledore an enthusiastic response to the central content of Dumbledore's words——

"What? That tortoise isn't dead yet—oh—" Feeling his son's annoyed eyes, Lucius cleared his throat and said seriously, "Okay, let's continue the topic just now—when listening to others talk , learning to grasp the point is an act of courtesy, Dumbledore."

"Sorry, Gryffindors are always willing to discuss topics they are interested in first." The old headmaster smiled slightly, "Well, since most of you here are students of Salazar Slytherin, let's discuss Continuing the discussion - my assumption is that Mr Crouch's attack may not have been entirely Voldemort's servant."

When it came to "Voldemort's servant," Draco glanced unconsciously at Lucius.

The latter had no expression on his face, and he didn't show even the slightest emotion for this word.

This made Draco inexplicably relieved, heaved a sigh of relief, tilted his head and continued to listen to his principal continue to say——

"Voldemort will not show mercy to anyone who might give away his whereabouts or tell everyone whether he has been in good health lately, and Crouch has told us a lot - this involves Barty Crouch Jr. Sir, although we don't know what this means in Mr. Crouch's mouth... We can assume that his son has defected to Voldemort-"

"The son of a magic official? Going to Voldemort?" Lucius asked slightly mockingly.

"Actually, there's nothing impossible about it, Lucius," said Dumbledore calmly. "Even some magical officials did that a long time ago."

What this sentence is alluding to, everyone present can hear it with their toes.

But Lucius said without changing his face: "That's too bad. As officials of the Ministry of Magic, we should be loyal to the British Ministry of Magic."

As a result, the expressions of the audience changed subtly.

Cheers to Lucius Malfoy for his bravery and a thick skin thicker than the magical walls of Hogwarts.

The adults' meeting is still going on.

Here, the grandparent and grandson, who have been cured by Madam Pomfrey, are strolling around the school with their hands behind their backs.

The old man was walking on the grass outside the castle while complaining to his grandson: "You heard that the senior brother has also reached the second term of middle school, and he won't listen to what I say, and he will not come back to me until he has finished this semester." Home—the feng shui here is not good, how can a willow tree be planted at the intersection? Pull it out."

Scorpius looked at the Whomping Willow that had been living and working there for decades, and said very painfully: "...the ones that are specially planted here cannot be pulled out."

Old man Wen snorted: "That's why your school is so unlucky."

Scorpius scratched his head: "...It's actually okay."

Old man Wen: "Why is there a lake here? What's at the bottom of the lake? Why are you so angry?"

Scorpius: "Oh, our dormitory is at the bottom of the lake."

Old man Wen: "What! How can this work! How can people live in the dampness of the water? Who designed the school, it's all nonsense!"

Scorpius: "..."

"What's moving in the water?"

"Big octopus." Scorpius curled his lips and answered absently.

"I look like your brother."

"What brother? Hahaha, how could there be-brother in the water?!" "Sinister!"

Scorpius' surprised call and the old man's angry shout sounded at the same time.

As if hearing a call, the water surface of the Black Lake shook violently, and a huge shadow quickly hovered under the water surface at the bottom of the lake. Under the horrified eyes of the two people by the lake, a giant dragon broke through the water, and the dragon's chant shook the sky, resounding through the sky .

Sitting on the head of the dragon was a young man wearing a white Taoist robe. At this moment, his white Taoist robe was completely soaked by the lake water and hung down wetly. He held the corner of the green dragon with one hand, and saw the old man standing on the shore, with indifferent black eyes There was a flash of astonishment in the middle, and then he let go of his hand, and a beautiful flying body landed lightly, his clothes were soaked but he still stood firm in front of the two of them without any embarrassment.

Scorpius was dumbfounded, and quickly went through all the "unspoken secrets between the rumored Professor Wenxin and the unknown Chinese man in ancient robes" in his mind.

The giant dragon looked back at Wen Xin, then flicked its tail and disappeared into the sky quickly.

Old man Wen was left yelling at his disciples.

"Candle Dragon is the god! How decent is it to sit on the head of the god with disheveled clothes!"

"..." Scorpius began to sympathize with his righteous grandfather.

A fool can also tell that these two creatures (?) are dating-what's wrong with standing up and supporting each other, maybe Long Kiss will kiss him.