"My... secret? Haha..."
Professor Foxx could still laugh even at a time like this.
"Actually, what secrets could I possibly have? They were just some unbearable memories of the past."
As if he had briefly regained his strength before death, his voice suddenly became coherent again.
Although Lynn's physique had been enhanced, it was only barely comparable to that of an adult.
And he had not finished growing yet. With his short legs and small feet, dragging an adult like Professor Foxx through the Forbidden Forest was still extremely difficult.
On top of that, although he had learned quite a bit of magic from the professor, all of it had been Dark spells, capable only of harming people, not saving them.
The only magic he could use now was the Levitation Charm, which made it easier to pull the wooden board.
"Even if they're unbearable memories, I still want to hear them. Otherwise, after you die, what am I supposed to carve on your tombstone? Adrian Foxx, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, gored to death by a unicorn in 1990?"
Lynn threatened viciously.
The wooden board had already been stained blood-red. Blood that had previously been stopped with potion was gradually seeping from Professor Foxx's wound again.
"Fine. Since you want to know, I have nothing to hide."
His lips had gone deathly pale from blood loss as he parted them and began telling Lynn the story of his past.
"I was born into a typical pure-blood family. But by my father's generation, he was the Foxx family's only remaining bloodline. My parents were fanatical believers in wizard supremacy, and because of that, they later died in an internal wizarding war.
"I was not a Hogwarts student. Durmstrang accepted me when I was eleven. It was nothing