Chapter 81 80: The real Dumbledore, the framer

The basement of Hogwarts.

Black stones are piled up to form a depressing and solemn wall. The shelves along the wall are filled with various glass jars, and these glass jars are filled with many strange-shaped things.

A variety of colorful liquids are soaked in biological specimens such as snakes, scorpions, toads, and even the eyeballs and organs of some unknown creatures.

In the center of the room, there is a large rectangular table with scales, glassware for measuring solutions, and dried herbal materials in beakers.

There are also several copper crucibles propped on the iron shelves, which may be boiling some mysterious potion, so that the whole room is filled with the indescribable unique smell of the potion. It is the office currently used by Dean Slytherin, and it is also suspected to be the solitary room used for cruel punishments at Hogwarts.

Now, after many years, it seems to have resumed its former use. Mr. Marcus Flint, whose family was well connected in the Ministry of Magic, had been tied to a chair with a rope by Snape for several hours.

Of course Snape was not torturing Marcus Flint, he just completed the task and obtained information in a somewhat ancient way, at least that was how he prepared to submit the report.

"Gulu gulu gulu~"

The potion in the crucible is bubbling.

The clamor was non-stop from the beginning.

Until now, I am unconscious.

Marcus Flint probably experienced dozens of rounds of being served in Snape’s unique way——the various bottles and cans on the table next to the bench have become empty bottles .

In addition to large doses of truth serum, there are also many potion reagents with various effects. The potion being brewed in those cauldrons must be Marcus Flint’s tonight. dinner.

This is of course not an operation allowed by the school, and it certainly does not comply with the torture punishment prescribed by the Ministry of Magic. However, Snape, the real dark wizard of Hogwarts, obviously does not care about morality.

Three words: Death Eater.

What more needs to be said.

“Slytherin doesn’t need such a student. He was actually lured to Hogsmeade by a stripper’s little card. He is simply worse than those Gryffindor pigs!” 
Snape raised his wand and cast a spell on Marcus Flint. After all, he was still a cleansed dark wizard. Needless to say, it was he and other dark wizards who were "forgotten". "essential" difference. The other party's family's connections in the Ministry of Magic are indeed a problem, but as long as the other party doesn't remember anything, the trouble will naturally disappear.

Connections?

Where is the magic wand that works.

"Severus, I hope I didn't disturb your work." Snape had just mixed the oozing-colored potion in his hand, and turned around to see Dumbledore appearing at some point. his office.

"Albus, you...why are you here?"

Shocked, Snape took a few steps back and quietly hid the potion in his hand. Behind him, it was obvious that it was not a configuration that he wanted Dumbledore to find useful.

"I just want to know the results of Mr. Flint's side as soon as possible." Dumbledore glanced sideways at Marcus Flint, who was tied to the chair.

"It's the Imperius Curse. If you don't tie Flint up, I won't be able to fulfill your instructions. He will most likely suddenly attack me and carry out a sneak attack that will kill me."

Snee Pu first explained why he treated Marcus Flint this way.

The soul-stealing curse.

One of the three unforgivables.

The person who has been cursed will feel that his mind goes blank, and all thoughts and sense of responsibility disappear. In a state of great happiness and joy, he can complete anything according to the voice in his head.

Even if the other party's request is to let the cursed person kill his parents, the cursed person will definitely do it with a smile and without hesitation. Only those with extremely determined spirits can be swayed.

"As expected."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

Noncommittal.

"Did you find any useful information in Mr. Flint's mind?" Dumbledore walked to the unconscious Marcus Flint.

Under Snape's somewhat shocked gaze.

He raised his wand.

Aiming at Marcus Flint's temple, he quickly extracted a memory like silver thread and put it into a special container that seemed to have been prepared for him.

"The spell caster's method was very sophisticated and careful enough. Even when he tampered with Flint's memory, he did not leave any identity information in Flint's mind." Snape felt Dumbledore was a bit strange. Was this behavior a suspicion that he might be making up lies?

Is there a Death Eater behind this incident?

Dumbledore doesn't trust him anymore?

All of a sudden.

Snape's brows knitted together.

“It seems that the hidden mysterious little mouse has a good teaching level. Flint is not a gifted wizard, but he can teach Mr. Flint your magical skills in one night. Shadow Curse, and then asked him to use this curse to kill our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Dumbledore completed Legilimency without looking directly into his eyes. Many people were concerned about Dumbledore's behavior. Fear is not without reason.

"Yes, writing Prince's name in a superfluous manner, and then coming to us to identify him in a clever way, is just Flint's behavior to vent his anger for his family friends."

Snape in In the previous Legilimency, I already knew the grudge between Ian and Daphne, and also knew the reason why Flint wanted to target Ian.

"Before he went to Hogsmeade, he was thinking about some baseless frame-ups. Under the influence of the Imperius Curse, he might also regard this as part of the order?" Snee Pu wasn't sure if the side effects of the Imperius Curse could produce similar situations, preferring the Cruciatus Curse and the curses he created himself.

"Perhaps we should strengthen some anti-cheating education for the young wizards at Hogwarts." Finally, Snape made some additional suggestions that hated iron.

Dumbledore made no response.

"Did these potions of yours have any effect?" Dumbledore glanced at the bottles and jars, and he probably had some understanding of what happened to Marcus Flint.

Useful for exploring the truth.

But it is not necessarily necessary.

"I am recuperating Mr. Flint's body. As you know, the Unforgivable Curse affects more than just thoughts." Snape forced himself to remain calm and maintain his rigid expression.

“Not a bad excuse.”

Dumbledore nodded, but did not reprimand or persuade. Snape felt that something was not right about Old Den today, before he could figure out what Dumbledore's situation was.

"I need a list of users who are familiar with the original version of the Shadowless Curse." Dumbledore suddenly spoke abruptly, causing Snape to snap out of his thoughts.

"I didn't spread this curse to too many people." Snape walked to his desk, wrote down a list, and then walked in front of Dumbledore with a straight face.

"This list does not make any sense, because that crazy woman Bella can do it, and she may have spread this curse to many, many people."

Facing Si Nep's reminder.

Dumbledore just smiled.

"As long as we check your list, we can actually determine the target." Dumbledore's words were not obscure, and Snape quickly understood what they meant.

"Those guys don't dare to show up now."

Snape obviously had a different view.

“Anyway, there must be an insider from that little mouse in our school.” Dumbledore’s tone was determined, “Ronnie Erich is not a weak wizard, otherwise my old friend He will not be sent for protection and surveillance. This person has escaped from Riddle's hands more than once."

Regarding Dumbledore's judgment, Snape nodded in agreement. They have all watched Marcus Flint's memories and know the whole process of Marcus Flint killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“Ronnie Ehrlich seemed to be looking for his lost wand, and judging from his shaky posture, he should have been affected by some toxic substance.” 
"About this, I need to let Pomona examine Professor Erich's... corpse." Snape felt that it was really difficult to name those fragments.

The curse he invented is really a bit inappropriate.

"I will conduct the test with you." Dumbledore nodded, but his words made Snape frown even more, and a very unhappy expression appeared on his face.

"Are you doubting me?" Snape was still thinking about Dumbledore's behavior just now. Under normal circumstances, Dumbledore would not doubt the results of his work.

In this sensitive period when Voldemort will return next year.

He couldn't help but think too much.

"Of course not, Severus, the last person I would doubt is you." Dumbledore didn't know if it was in PUA, but he found a reason for his decision.

“I have a relatively clear idea of the enemies of these fanatic believers. I may be able to find some useful clues and information from the poisoning methods used by them.”

Fairly reasonable.

But this did not make Snape let go of his dissatisfaction.

"You have never really trusted anyone, Albus. The closer I get to you, the clearer I can see you..." Snape's face was gloomy, and his tone was not polite at all. It can be said.

"What you said is not wrong. In all these years, no one has really seen me clearly." Dumbledore nodded, not annoyed, and did not even give any rebuttal.

His behavior made Snape feel a little strange more and more.

Dumbledore in ordinary life.

Although the tone, tone, and expression were no different from the current one, he always felt that something was wrong. Dumbledore's temperament had changed a lot from the past.

And.

The most important thing is that even his overstep in punishing Flint was not criticized by the other party!

"You can't be the one who drank Polyjuice Potion...some old guy." Snape wanted to touch his wand. He suspected that it was Grindelwald's saint who wanted to investigate his accomplices. cause of death.

after all.

As an old man who usually likes to order others to do things, today he unusually wanted to interfere in everything. It was really hard not to make him doubt whether the person standing in front of him was Dumbledore. . No one can get their hands on Dumbledore's hair? The guy on Grindelwald's side may not be sure!

Snape took out his wand and was about to cast the sleeping spell.

"Boom!"

Dumbledore's wand slipped out from his cuff. He just raised it slightly and slid it in an elegant arc. Then, he wanted to strike first no matter what. After a wave of guesses, Snape was directly pushed to the wall by the powerful magic power.

"Pa~"

The magic potion he had been hiding in his hand fell to the ground, the bottle shattered, and a pool of weird-colored potion flowed to the ground, making a squeaking sound and bursting with evil sounds. Green smoke.

"Severus, you are a little too cautious." Dumbledore lowered his wand helplessly, and Snape slowly fell down from the wall next to him.

"There are rats in the school and there are murders. Why do you think I should be vigilant?" Snape looked very embarrassed and disheveled as he picked up his wand.

He realized that he was too sensitive.

It is difficult for anyone to fake such a powerful magic power.

"I will take care of this problem." Dumbledore looked at Marcus Flint on the chair, "I want to take this child away temporarily, if you can pretend that you are under attack , failed to complete what I asked you to do, I may be able to use him to fish out the mice hidden in the school. "It's not like what a respected principal can say.

"He is a student at Hogwarts, an underage wizard. Do you want to use him as your bait?" Snape looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. Dumbledore.

He seemed to have reacquainted himself with the great white wizard he had been with for many years. Compared with this crazy guy, I am as kind as a unicorn.

"This is the fastest way to find clues, Severus. Of course I will not let Mr. Flint die because of this. No one can successfully attack him under my eyes."

Dumbledore spoke calmly.

"If the school board knew that you were doing such a thing, they would definitely ask you to step down immediately! If you lose your position as principal, will you still be able to carry out your plan to eliminate that guy?" Snape had not yet responded. Marcus Flint was so hostile that he didn't care whether the other party lived or died, and he wanted to stop Dumbledore's crazy plan.

"No one will know except you." Dumbledore also struggled a bit, but in the end he spoke to Snape in a low voice with firm eyes.

"Hogwarts is no longer safe. We need to solve the hidden dangers as soon as possible. Mr. Flint will not die because of this, he just may suffer a little bit."

"It's... worth it."

Dumbledore didn't know whether he was convincing Snape or himself. Without waiting for Snape to respond, he wanted to take away the unconscious and bound Marcus Flint.

"What's wrong with you?" Snape wanted to stop Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed with a complicated expression.

“I’m solving problems.”

He closed his eyes.

Looking very tired.

"I suggest you take little Grindelwald directly and watch her memory. Ronny Erich is not an ordinary wizard. He will not just eat potions or food given by strangers."

"At the dinner of the Sorting Ceremony, he even ate things he brought himself." Snape obviously placed the target of suspicion on Aurora Grindelwald.

This is not selfish.

It is the most rational and logical judgment.

“If Ronnie Erich would eat from anyone, it would be the food or medicine given to him by little Grindelwald. No saint can refuse the care of his little master!”
 Snape stared into Dumbledore's eyes.

"I don't think it will be Miss Grindelwald. If she wants to die as a saint, there is no need for such behavior." Dumbledore shook his head without thinking.

"She doesn't want to accept these saints. I can feel her resistance to the saints." Snape is the dean of Slytherin, and of course he has some contact and understanding of Aurora.

"The answer will be revealed when we find out the situation." Dumbledore did not refute, but used the levitating spell to pull Marcus Flint and the stool towards him.

"You are subconsciously rejecting the biggest possibility. I know it's because of your... old friend." Snape was probably one of the few people in Hogwarts who dared to talk to Dumbledore like this. Lido talker.

"Severus, you still don't know me well enough." Dumbledore took out a door key, and he used one hand to grab Marcus, who was floating in the air with a chair. ·Flint.

“I just want you to tell me clearly, what if it is finally discovered that the person who poisoned and took away Ronnie Ehrlich’s wand is little Grindelwald?”

Snape knew he was powerless to stop him, so he could only grit his teeth and stare at Dumbledore.

"In that case..."

Dumbledore's cold eyes made Snape feel cold inside.

"You will see me more clearly because of this."

His words made Snape feel shivers down his spine. This was no longer fulfilling the principal's duty to protect students. Snape didn't know what the situation was that made Dumbledore so strange.

Grindelwald?

Dumbledore probably hasn't left school recently!

"I think I also need to remind you, Severus, that if Marcus Flint had not been confused, he would not have come forward to accuse Mr. Prince of being the murderer." 
“You should think carefully about who will be framed when we find the body of Professor Ronny Ehrlich and find that he died without a trace.”
 Dumbledore left a profound sentence.

Portkey activated.

Both he and Marcus Flint disappeared into the basement.

Empty office.

Only Snape was left frowning, with a complicated expression and twinkling eyes.

……

In the class of the little wizards.

Ian is drifting off.

History of Magic is recognized as the most boring course at Hogwarts.

He didn't believe it at first, until Professor Binns showed him the most incredible medical miracle of the twentieth century in a monotonous voice, without even a trace of emotion.

Even the Ravenclaw students who love learning can hardly resist this mental hypnotic attack. A large area of the Gryffindor table has already fallen asleep snoring.

There are almost very few people in the entire class who can insist on jotting down names and dates. Ian understood what Dumbledore meant by the fierce battle.

He is only eleven years old.

I have begun to feel that I am wasting my time and wasting my life. The sparrows outside the window have stopped chirping, and the description of living like days has become a concrete experience at this moment.

"Professor, I heard from the seniors that you accidentally forgot your body in front of the fire in the professor's lounge when you got up early in the morning to teach the students?"

Ian raised his hands to cheer up during Professor Binns' intermission. This was definitely the most outrageous reason for becoming a ghost that he had ever heard.

"That's right, yes, I was already very old at that time." Professor Binns was just like the seniors said, he did not shy away from others mentioning his death.

only.

The seniors seemed to have forgotten to tell Ian.

"Speaking of this matter, it is actually a piece of history. Maybe I should tell you about it..." Professor Binns became interested and the intermission ended early.

Finally, even Ian couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't help but fall asleep, and he slept soundly. When William shook him awake, Michael seemed to raise his big black palm again.

It was a pity that Michael still failed to fight.

"It's time to eat."

The three of them yawned and went to the auditorium. The dinner was as sumptuous as ever, but the categories remained the same, but it didn't make them tired since school had just started.

"What do you say? What do you say about the letter of introduction?" William has been thinking about joining the party, and he has been grabbing the most delicious food to Ian while eating.

Passionate as fire.

Even Michael, who has quick eyes and quick hands, couldn't beat him.

"Write it when you get back!"

Ian handed today's History of Magic homework to William. William naturally put Ian's homework in his schoolbag, without even asking Ian what it was. mean.

This child has a future.

“Oh my God, Prince, I heard that you killed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”

“I heard that Professor Snape was also killed together!”

"It's so funny that a first-year wizard killed an adult wizard by himself. No novel or biography I read dared to write this. I bet this must be another masterpiece concocted by Gryffindor!"

... 
Back to the lounge.

The little wizards in Ravenclaw did know what happened in the morning, but it was obvious that mental retardation did not exist here. Everyone just regarded this as another nonsense of some groups.

Thanks to Gryffindor for the stable review.

They saved Ian from being isolated and feared. Of course, the support of the two prefects must have played a big role here.

When the bonfire in the fireplace begins to burn brightly.

Ian started his small class again just as he said yesterday. Perhaps because of the standard bottle of boil potion in the morning, there were actually some second grade wizards joining him.

"Let's not talk about potions today. I will wait until I get some materials and then teach you step by step. If anyone is willing to learn, I will teach you some transfiguration techniques."

Replacement content taught.

Some people hesitate to leave.

There are also people interested in joining.

Ian saw it.

Not rated yet.

After collecting the tuition fees from all the little wizards, the vivid explanations began. Time passed quickly, and he received the gratitude and admiration of the little wizards just like last night.

When I returned to the dormitory, I finished washing up.

Ian found that William was sitting in front of the bed, not speaking, just staring at him with pleading eyes. He immediately wrote the letter of recommendation quickly.

Next.

Study for a while.

Seeing that both roommates fell into a deep sleep, Ian dug out the box brought by the Room of Requirement and stuffed it into the bed with the two boxes of chocolate frogs he got today and yesterday.

Even though he had slept for a long time in the afternoon, it was not difficult for Ian to fall asleep. He soon stepped into that strange place again in a trance.

The night is deep.

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