The blue color of Fiendfyre illuminates the entire corridor, just like a painting, and the scene seems to be frozen at this moment.
Except for the burning sound of Fiendfyre and the slight breathing sound of the little wizard.
There was no other sound.
Snape's hand holding the wand kept shaking.
Along the way, he thought about the many possibilities he would encounter. He was even mentally prepared for the worst, that he might take away Ian's cold body.
Who would have thought that there were corpses, and they were still hot, but they were all floating in the air. The little wizard, who thought he would pay the price for his recklessness, did not get even a piece of cloth dirty on his body.
"Who taught you Fiendfyre?" After a long time, Snape put down the wand in his hand with complicated eyes. He felt a power in Ian that did not belong to a little wizard.
Even more so than that person back then.
"Headmaster Dumbledore praised my Fiendfyre for using it well." Ian still did not betray his friends. He just answered the question and found a reason for his "legal" possession of Fiendfyre.
"Do you still expect Dumbledore to give you an award?" Snape looked at the ruby on the ground in annoyance, but Fiendfyre did not touch the ruby in the slightest while.
This control... gave him a chill.
"A special contribution award? I think there can be one. The guy you asked me to stare at almost set fire to the entire school. If I hadn't arrived in time, he might have succeeded."
Ian looked at the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy.
"I can vouch for him."
Barnabas the Barmy took Troll's big stick with his head and gave a thumbs up to Ian, "It's best to wait until Dumbledore dies. You come to take over as the principal of the next generation of Hogwarts. I have long been dissatisfied with the current educational methods of Academic Faction. You may be able to recreate the glorious glory of Traveler Faction."
It is indeed a portrait from more than ten centuries ago. This idea is a little bit different. Of course, being nostalgic is not something worth making a fuss about.
"Shut up, you idiot who was humiliated under Troll's crotch!" Snape glared at Barnabas the Barmy fiercely and walked to the area where the ruby lay quietly.
He looked at Ian.
Ian immediately removed the Fiendfyre around the ruby - those Ashwinder are still emerging, and only the barrier formed by this Fiendfyre can protect them from the harassment of Ashwinder.
"What is he doing here?"
Snape grabbed the gem on the ground without making any careful identification. He just slammed it on the ground. A wisp of red mist rose up from the broken gem and then dissipated.
The next moment, Ashwinder, who was still attacking crazily, suddenly began to run around crazily, as if he had suddenly regained his original nature of just wanting to find a safe place to lay his eggs.
"What's the principle?"
Ian undoes most of Fiendfyre.
"Is he here looking for this Dark Magic product?" Snape began to understand the situation, frowned, and looked at the wall where Room of Requirement's door had disappeared.
"No, he came to look for another thing, but he didn't seem to find it, so he became so angry that he wanted to burn down the school." Ian temporarily concealed Diadem's matter.
No way, who made Diadem return to its original owner? He couldn't explain where he took Diadem. It can't be said that he found a random store and sold it, right?
Damn it!
It's all Voldemort's fault!
Voldemort Why does he always like to prevent others from studying!
"Maybe what he's looking for is around here?"
Ian glanced at the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy. Barnabas the Barmy said nothing. He remembered that Barnabas the Barmy could not take the initiative to mention Diadem to others.
"What is he looking for?" Snape asked.
Ian shook his head.
"He didn't find it. He just kept muttering that Dumbledore would not let him go and Dark Lord would kill him. I guess he was working for the person who cannot be named."
He is still only telling part of the truth.
"Carrow Family's whole family used to be followers of that person. He may have wanted to find that person's relics in an attempt to use that person's relics to revitalize his family." Snape's eyes flickered slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. His explanation was obviously to dispel any doubts that might have arisen in Ian's mind.
"Remember, that person is already dead. He died on that night ten years ago. This is the accepted history of the wizarding world. What you hear are just the crazy words of A Fawley sen. Carrow!"
"He was influenced by that person's evil relics!" Snape warned Ian in a stern voice, with a trace of painful emotion flashing in his eyes.
"But, if the professors ask, where are the relics that affected Fawley sen. Carrow?" Of course Ian knew the fact that Voldemort was not dead but just hiding. He also understood that Snape also lost Bai Yueguang that night. He did not expose Snape's lies nor did he want to expose the scars.
"This is nothing you should worry about. The professors can't ask you because they won't know you've been here. I'll give this damn portrait a Unspeakable Curse!"
Snape looked at the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy, took out Charms and cast a spell directly on the portrait. Barnabas the Barmy's strong resistance did not make him hesitate at all.
"You are all equally bad..."
Barnabas the Barmy lay on the ground with a look of despair.
After many years.
He didn't expect that he could be subject to the same curse. He was just a painting. What was wrong with him? He didn't want to be placed at the door of this land of right and wrong.
"Is this all right?" Ian breathed a sigh of relief, but also remembered the spell used by Snape, and was ready to go back and check this practical magic.
"Why didn't I see you so naive when I let Fiendfyre kill people?" Snape gritted his teeth and mocked, and then looked at Ian with a stern expression.
"I just asked you to stare at him! I didn't ask you to kill him! No! You shouldn't have followed him here at all!" Snape is still a little scared when he thinks about it now.
Hearing this, Ian sighed helplessly, "You said you were ordered to lie down, and the professors were too busy. When he saw it, he planned to secretly come out and do some dirty bad things."
"I was indeed just following him as you asked. If he didn't want to set fire to the entire school, I wouldn't be willing to stand up and stop his completely crazy behavior."
As he said that, Ian also pointed at the armor that he had controlled with Transfiguration, "Can you believe it? That guy with a brain problem actually gave me two rounds of Unforgivable Curses when we met. He couldn't even have a good conversation. This is the seventh grade. God knows how many bad things he can do after graduation."
A tone full of wonder and emotion.
The veins on Snape's forehead began to beat.
"Carrow, how can I compare with you? Tsk tsk, Fiendfyre, you secretly learned this kind of magic in the first grade. What do you want to do? Do you want to use it to make everyone surrender to you?"
Snape stared at Ian.
"This is the romance that only existed in the Middle Ages. I still remember that year, two of my friends died in a friendly exchange. Today's scene seems to make me much younger."
Barnabas the Barmy on the wall took the opportunity to sigh, Snape flicked the wand, and the entire picture frame was sealed by some kind of substance, and no sound could be heard from inside.
Poor ballet teacher.
"Am I not using Fiendfyre to protect everyone? The evil will only be wizards, not magic. You are a professor, how could you not understand such a simple truth!"
Ian's eyes widened.
"You killed a person! The most important thing is that you used such a vicious Dark Magic!" Snape's voice suddenly rose, and the tone of his gritted teeth became a little more excited.
"Do you think Dumbledore is your generous principal? You also want a special contribution award? No matter how reasonable you think your behavior is, Dumbledore will not tolerate you continuing to live in Hogwarts!"
There was a bit of undisguised worry on his annoyed face.
"You have no idea how sensitive Dumbledore is to Dark Magic. If you don't want him to send you to Azkaban, I'm afraid I will need to intercede with him on your behalf!"
Obviously.
In Snape's opinion, murder is not a big deal, but Ian using Fiendfyre to kill people is the real trouble. His current anger and uneasiness come more from his worries about Ian.
In his opinion.
Ian's behavior must have violated Dumbledore's bottom line.
"Haven't you already taken care of it?"
Ian looked at the portrait shrouded in a bubble membrane in surprise.
"This can be hidden from other professors, but it certainly cannot be hidden from Dumbledore. He can always know things that he cannot possibly know. This is our current principal Hogwarts!"
"The most powerful wizard in the twentieth century! If you know your friend's family, you should understand that Dumbledore is far more powerful and terrifying than people give it credit for!"
"Prince, he is not the Chosen One, he is the winner!"
Under normal circumstances.
Snape would never say such things to anyone else.
But Dumbledore's crazy behavior today made him extremely frightened. He could no longer think about Dumbledore's thoughts, so he had to make this talented and daring blood relative realize the cruelty of the world.
"Hiss~"
Ian felt Snape's seriousness, but he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He couldn't really watch Fawley sen. Carrow set fire to the entire school, right?
When the professors were dealing with Ashwinder, Dumbledore didn't show up. Dumbledore was most likely not in school at this time. This was when Hogwarts's defense was at its weakest.
True.
There may be some defensive measures in Hogwarts, but this is obviously not something that can be gambled. If you really lose the bet, at least a large area will be burned down. Ian made his promise to Hogwarts when he took away those Galleon and Diadem in Room of Requirement not far away.
If not.
How could he really follow Fawley Sen. Carrow up the stairs just because of Snape's instructions. Of course, if he dared to use Fiendfyre, Ian had not expected the current situation.
"Maybe I need to find a friend to write a letter to plead for me."
If Snape's comments are not alarmist, and Dumbledore can always figure out things that he shouldn't know, then some things are no longer secrets.
This is actually something that was not included in Ian's prediction. How could he have expected to find out about the school principal before helping his friend inquire about it?
Ariana is obviously so soft and weak... how could he have such a fierce brother! When he received the news from Penelope, Ian felt uneasy for a while. Penelope and Dumbledore have obviously revealed their secrets, and the sentence Dumbledore wants me to tell you is definitely a very interesting reply.
Even if senior Penelope didn't know what the secret was, she had secretly told Dumbledore's emotions to Ian.
"If you expect Young Grindelwald to intercede for you, you'd better give up this ridiculous idea as soon as possible. Young Grindelwald may not be able to protect himself now."
Snape recalled the look in Dumbledore's eyes before.
He still had a chill down his spine.
"What's wrong with Aurora? I really didn't see her today."
Ian asked with a frown.
"What will happen to her depends on what she does." Snape obviously didn't want to say too much. He kept a straight face and stared at Ian with a look that hated iron.
"She is temporarily protected by some people, so you should worry more about yourself!"
Professor Potions Class, who had a cold face but a warm heart, hummed coldly and reminded in a low voice.
"I'm actually more than just Aurora's friend."
Ian feels that Snape has some misunderstandings about him.
Is he a lonely person?
"In addition to counting on me, if you can get Gryffindor to crawl out of the grave to intercede for you, it might be of some use. Now follow me back to the Great Hall and pretend that nothing happened."
"I will go find Dumbledore. We must not let him find out about this before we talk about it. Before I give you a reply, you'd better be more honest and don't cause any more trouble."
Snape walked quickly to the front with the wand in hand. Ashwinder is no longer abnormal now, but is much less dangerous, but it is by no means completely unnecessary to be on guard.
After all, all animals have a sense of territory. If they are close to the place where Ashwinder lays eggs, Ashwinder will still be very aggressive after laying eggs that have not dissipated.
"Is Gryffindor buried near Hogwarts?" Ian followed Snape. He didn't know Gryffindor, but he had a piece of clothing that Ravenclaw had touched.
I don't know if I can sell it at a high price. Alas, I still didn't grasp the opportunity at that time. It would be great if I could get Rowena·Lady Ravenclaw to sign for him. When he comes back, he can quickly add some words in front of the signature, and then he will carry it out in the lounge of Ravenclaw...
"I want you to be honest! Don't you understand human language?" Snape slapped Ian on the back of the neck. Ian's words reminded him of what Hogsmeade Village had seen.
Corpse Control Curse.
Now here comes Fiendfyre Curse... Hey, compared with this troublesome magic, learning Corpse Control Curse can probably be regarded as well-behaved, at least playing with corpses can only be regarded as a moral issue.
Fiendfyre is different.
Snape only hopes that Dumbledore will take note of his long-term loyalty and not feel any stress from being "like an old friend"... The Prince family has indeed produced no good people in the past few generations, but it is obvious that they have not produced any geniuses in Dark Magic. How come a little bastard like Ian appears now!
Snape, who was puzzled, urged Ian to return to the Great Hall.
Since Snape destroyed the ruby that contained unknown magic, the crisis on the Great Hall's side was relieved, but the professors still need to lead senior wizards to help Professor McGonagall clean up the source.
It takes more than one ferocious demonic flame to give birth to such a large number of Ashwinders. Any corner of Hogwartss may be a breeding ground for Ashwinders.
"Follow them back to bed."
Snape brought Ian into the Great Hall from the side door. Madam Pomfrey, who was not very powerful in combat, was organizing students with Flying Class's teacher Madam Hooch and other staff to return to their respective colleges. The first thing to be cleaned was the lounge. The little wizards needed to have a solid night that might not allow them to sleep.
Of course, compared to the uneasy and nervous young wizards in the other three colleges, most of the students at Gryffindor were very excited.
"I must write and tell my dad that tonight was so exciting. He will definitely be very envious of my experience."
"Did you see it? I saved Professor Flitwick just now. Although the snake was still more than ten meters away from Professor Flitwick, I bet Professor Flitwick didn't see it."
"Headmaster Dumbledore should give us three days off so that I can bring a few friends to Forbidden Forest for another adventure... Uh, I mean, let us calm down our frightened hearts."
Although Ian also hates Gryffindor's big mouths, it is undeniable that Gryffindor students are really fierce in fighting. They are the college that provides the most help to professors.
"Aren't you going to comfort Slytherin's child?" Ian looked at Snape and turned to leave, then looked at Slytherin's first and second grade wizard who was crying.
"This is a lesson for them as slugs. The flowers in the greenhouse cannot support the glory of their family." Snape swung his cloak and disappeared from the corner of the corridor in front of the side door.
"Slytherin also has a Half-blood wizard..." Ian watched as Ravenclaw's Prefect began to organize people to return to the lounge, and immediately joined the mighty group.
Tonight's encounter may have been a crisis, but after the calm, everyone was recalling it. Some senior wizards reflected and communicated about the shortcomings in today's performance while walking.
The little wizards are more concerned about the property they left behind in the dormitory.
"I'm smarter."
Ian shook his bulging robe. All his valuables were on him, and the borrowed books were wrapped in greaseproof paper and stuffed into the water tank in the bathroom.
Return to the dormitory.
Facts have proved that Ian's decision was not wrong. Although there were some traces of Ashwinder's activities in the bathroom, the books hidden in the water tank were still intact.
Michael and William are not so lucky.
"Damn it! Ashwinder burned my underwear!" William felt that his loss was very heavy, his face turned pale, and his whole body seemed to be shaky and might faint at any time.
"Those are the underwear I just bought! There are moving Dumbledore character patterns on them!" William's wailing made Ian couldn't help but look sideways.
He felt that he should be careful about this roommate. Who would be a decent person to buy such weird style underwear? Wouldn't it feel strange when he wears it?
"It's gone! All the food I finally hoarded is gone! Damn Ashwinder! When I grow up, I must invent a snake killer that can make them extinct!"
The black brother Michael also suffered a lot of losses. The food he secretly brought back from the Great Hall was almost wiped out, but Ian felt that it was not a bad thing.
"Everything from last night has gone rancid."
He comforted me kindly.
The black guy showed an even more frustrated expression, "They're just rancid. It's not that they can't be eaten. It's just diarrhea. Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey's medicine is as delicious as a drink."
What a reasonable statement.
Ian feels that his roommate may have some mental problems.
"Next time, remember to sneak two bottles for me."
He was probably not a normal person, and he was actually a little curious about the smell of the potion. After a little inspection of his bed, Ian was not without some losses.
The quilt and sheets were torn, with a burnt smell and color. Even the suitcase placed under the bed could not escape the fate of being ruined by Ashwinder.
These are not big things.
There is magic after all.
"If you ask me, the school should compensate us for our losses." William complained angrily. His clothes and socks were also damaged, but his reaction was not as good as the loss of his underwear.
"Whoever committed the crime will be compensated. I don't know if the professors can find out who it is." Michael is quite reasonable, but it is a pity that his idea is destined to be impossible to realize.
Although the people who need to be compensated are still Hogwarts... but, Fawley sen. Carrow is now everywhere.
"I have to calm down."
Ian rummaged through his suitcase and found that some of his clothes were badly damaged, but the cans of soda he brought into the wizarding world from the world of Muggle were still intact.
"Thanks to Aymar Kerian Frese for inventing the can." Ian opened one of the cans of Coke from Griphook and poured a few sips into his mouth.
"Reparo!"
Ian aimed Reparo at the mouth of the bottle, and the can that had been opened was closed again, as tightly as if it had never been opened.
"I love magic!"
Ian opened Griphook again.
As we all know.
The first sip of Coke is the best Coke.
"Can you help my underwear recover?" William brought a handful of ashes to Ian's bed. He obviously had not learned the Charms spell in the late first grade.
For Ian's Coke.
He and Michael have already met, and neither is very interested. For people who are exposed to it once, Coke is indeed not as popular as its loyal fans.
On sweetness.
Many drinks in the wizarding world are much sweeter than Coke.
"Ugh~~"
Ian let out a long burp and looked at the handful of fragments in William's hand, "I think even if Merlin comes, I probably won't be able to change this thing back."
While talking.
Ian also tried it.
As expected, for something that has completely turned into another substance, I am afraid that only Transfiguration can handle its workload, but the ashes will still turn into ashes after the [influence] is cancelled.
"Buy another one."
Ian didn't want to see that one day he had to go all out, and on the other side, the underwear worn by his roommate turned to dust. He could only shake his head and express that he was powerless.
"This is a limited edition!"
William looked sad, took the handful of ashes to his bed, and packed it in a small box. He didn't know if it was to keep it to inspire his magic learning or for some other purpose.
"Reparo!"
Ian began to restore the mess in the dormitory as much as possible. Everyone's beds were restored to new condition, and the damaged furniture and tables began to return to their original intact appearance.
"You are so awesome. No wonder you don't study much at night. You must have learned all the first-grade content!" William, despite his grief, did not forget to praise Ian.
"You're only eleven years old, why are you so timid even in your imagination!" Ian finally started to repair his suitcase, and he didn't feel tired after all the work.
Level eight magic power.
The Fiendfyre scene in the corridor today didn't make him feel much burden.
"Did you go somewhere when we were at the Great Hall just now? I wanted to share with you the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that Rebecca gave me, but I couldn't find your person after searching for a long time." Michael had already recovered from the sadness of losing food. He took out an empty box from his robe.
"This is the first gift she gave me. Although it was her leftovers, I must treasure it for the rest of my life and use it to tell our stories to our children in the future."
Michael seems to be hugging some treasure.
"I need to pee, so I went out to find the toilet." Ian didn't want to annoy Snape. Some of the beeps were not necessarily fake, and he didn't want the whole school to know about his murder.
I don't know if he has seen the impact of Aurora using Fiendfyre to kill people before. Today, he could only watch Fiendfyre on Fawley sen. Carrow.
Now I recall it.
The ups and downs in my heart were far less than I imagined... Maybe it was because Fiendfyre burned out quickly enough. Apart from this reason, Ian felt that he couldn't find a second reason.
"But when I came back, I saw that Professor Snape came back with you. Are you competing to see who peed farther?" Michael's eyesight is really good. He actually paid attention to Ian's movements when he went out and came back the whole time.
"Ian must have Ian's reasons for going out. He must have his own big things to do. Maybe he has already saved the world once without us knowing it!" William smoothed things over for Ian. Although he has definitely not seen Ultraman, he obviously knows how to flatter.
This may be the so-called talent!
Gene accumulation over generations!
"Saving the world is too exaggerated. I'm not Harry. Potter. Don't flatter me like that, otherwise I will have to treat you to Chocolate Frog tomorrow."
Ian has seen the name the Chosen One in many books, which is why many people in the wizarding world will be excited when they see Harry. Potter.
Too many people have mentioned this the Chosen One in books.
"Do you also know Harry. Potter? I am really grateful to him, he avenged my father." Even Michael is a fan of Harry. Potter, which shows that Harry. Potter is also quite influential among the younger generation.
There is a reason why Draco hopes to be friends with Harry. Potter.
"My grandfather has always said that You-Know-Who is just a terrorist who waves his magic wand around. His failure is inevitable. Without Harry. Potter, I think Ian will be able to defeat him when he grows up!"
"With Master Young Grindelwald!" William, who wanted to have a good relationship with Ian, tried his best to praise Ian, the leader of the "new generation Acolytes".
He doesn't even shy away from Michael. In fact, William has tried to incite Michael to join more than once today, and I don't know where he got this drive and enthusiasm.
It is obvious that he himself is still classified as a Sanwu person.
"Brush!"
Ian stood up suddenly.
Both William and Michael were shocked.
"Are you going out?"
William thought he had said the wrong thing, and his expression looked a little worried and nervous.
"I need to re-edit your letter of recommendation. I found that I didn't have a clear understanding of your strengths before. I've always been a very rigorous person."
Ian sat in front of the small table.
Sure enough, I started writing.
William was so happy now that he sent another auspicious words. Even Michael couldn't stand his flattery, so he covered his face and couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
"As for William, I may not be able to learn it even after seven years of study. It's over. I will definitely not be able to enter Ministry of Magic in the future."
Outside Hogsmeade Village.
The land baptized by the flames has turned into shocking scorched earth, and the forest with a radius of several hundred meters has completely disappeared. Only the remaining steaming heat proves what happened here.
Dumbledore is holding a magic wand.
Around him lay more than a dozen corpses that had merged with the ruins.
"Huhuhu~"
A puff of black smoke came.
Dumbledore, with a calm face and slow breathing, raised his head and watched the billowing black mist fall to the ground and transform into Professor Hogwarts Potions Class.
"I thought you would leave a few alive." Snape spoke in a low voice, surrounded by the pungent smell of smoke and burnt breath, which made him frown and cover his nose.
"Riddle is so urgent that he wants these people to die to hold me back. Where is the thing he is looking for?" Dumbledore's eyes fell on Snape's empty hands.
He obviously knows everything about what happened before Hogwarts.
"The things must have been lost, maybe Ronnie. Erich took them away before he died... or maybe they were at Young Grindelwald's place." Snape kept looking at the corpses of more than a dozen Death Eaters.
The charred and twisted shape of the corpse made it impossible to recognize what it looked like before birth. Although Snape was mentally prepared, he was still deeply shocked by this scene.
This was a horrifying and cruel picture. The fragility of life and the devastating impact of magic made him, the only witness, once again feel the power of Dumbledore.
"If nothing was lost, Riddle wouldn't have been so hasty." Dumbledore nodded with an unchanged expression, and then asked Snape again.
"Do you know what he is looking for?" Snape had a strong intuition that Sickle's item from Voldemort could be at Ian's place, but he did not dare to mention it to Dumbledore.
This is no longer the Dumbledore he is familiar with. Before he figured out what happened to Dumbledore, Dumbledore had already lost trust in him.
"I have some guesses. In his early years, when he was not crazy, he once came back and made a request to me. Perhaps when he came back and was rejected by me, he took the opportunity to hide something very important to him in Hogwarts." Dumbledore stared at Snape.
"The one we've been looking for."
Dumbledore's words made Snape's expression change slightly.
He quickly averted his gaze.
"Where are Marcus·Flint?" Snape mentioned the students of his college. The scene here was too terrifying. He somewhat suspected that the students of his college were among the corpses.
"The person who used Imperius Curse on Mr. Flint was not Death Eaters. I left him with Hogsmeade Village, and he was being looked after by a person who I trusted very much but who may have hatred towards me."
Dumbledore's response made Snape feel relieved. At least the principal of Hogwarts was not ruthless enough to clean up the school together with the students.
"It seems that you have solved the murderer of Ronnie. Erich." Snape frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice, but then he unexpectedly saw Dumbledore shaking his head.
"I used some small tricks, but that person was very cunning and did not show up. The only people waiting for me here are the minions sent by Riddle to die."
Dumbledore's voice was filled with helplessness.
He is just a powerful wizard after all.
"I remember you reminded me that the person behind the scenes wanted to frame me. Since you haven't found the target you want, how can you be sure that it's not the group of Death Eaterss who hate me as a traitor." Snape's brows furrowed a little deeper, "Isn't it proof that the Death Eaterss are waiting for you here?"
Hear the words.
Dumbledore sighed.
"I have checked the memories of this group of people. They originally wanted to start a massacre to lure me here, but they didn't expect that I had already arrived here before them."
His voice was a little low, "Perhaps from a certain perspective, the Imperius Curse user we are looking for saved Hogsmeade Village from an unnecessary disaster."
The meaningful words made Snape's eyes twinkle.
"Are you sure your old friend is still where he should be?" Snape, of course, couldn't help but think more. He actually preferred to believe that it was all just a coincidence.
Otherwise.
It's scary to think about it!
"Of course."
Dumbledore nodded firmly.
"Then you should still look at Young Grindelwald's memory. I still judge that only Young Grindelwald can make Ronnie. Erich eat poisonous things!"
"Fawley Sen. Carrow is just a cannon fodder, a descendant of Death Eaters who was temporarily recruited for use. He obviously cannot be the rat that poisoned Ronnie. Erich."
Snape still insists on his original judgment.
"Fawley sen. Carrow is dead, right?" Dumbledore did not respond, but asked softly. He obviously knew who Voldemort was commanding.
"This is exactly another thing I want to tell you. His Seventh Floor attacked Ian in the castle. Ian had no choice but to use Fiendfyre to burn him to ashes."
Snape's heart was hanging at this moment.
However.
"You let that child deal with Fawley sen. Carrow?" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly focused, and the focus was so real that Snape felt a little unexpected.
"I just asked him to keep an eye on Fawley sen. Carrow in the Great Hall, but he is so reckless and smart that he dares to follow Fawley sen. Carrow all the way to Seventh Floor!"
Snape's scalp was numb from being stared at by Dumbledore.
"Fortunately, he still has some skills. Fiendfyre burned Fawley sen to death. Carrow, he is fine." Snape found that Dumbledore's eyes were not so sharp again.
He said the words he had prepared to excuse Ian here, "It's Young Grindelwald. Can you believe it, she must have taught Ian Fiendfyre!"
Snape is filled with indignation.
Emotions can be true or false.
He really dislikes Aurora. Grindelwald, a Slytherin student. Perhaps he feels that the girl from a bad family has spoiled Ian, who was originally born in the Muggle world and is full of thirst for magic.
"The first-year little wizard will Fiendfyre, ho ho, I think this must be beyond A Fawley sen. Carrow's expectation. There is no surprise that none of us want to see. I'm really lucky." Dumbledore's tolerance surprised Snape. He didn't think Dumbledore had the character to let students use Fiendfyre to kill people.
To know.
Just two years ago.
There was a student who wanted to learn Killing Curse secretly, but before he could learn it, he was already expelled from Hogwarts by Dumbledore. Everyone knows that Dumbledore has almost zero tolerance for those evil magics.
"What's wrong with you?"
Dumbledore was a little confused by Snape's sudden silence.
"I will lock him up for a period of time to make him realize that some magic should not be learned and used." Snape felt that Dumbledore's reaction might be for his own sake.
He should still say something.
"The danger of Fiendfyre comes from its difficulty in controlling. It is not an unforgivable spell. Severus, you shouldn't be too harsh on a little wizard who protected the school and classmates."
"After all, Mr. Prince controlled Fiendfyre very well. I have personally tested this." Dumbledore even smiled and persuaded Snape.
"???"
Snape always thought that Ian was lying when he said that Dumbledore knew that he could Fiendfyre. However, it was so ridiculous and incredible that Dumbledore actually praised it?
"But..."
Snape didn't know what to say. Although he didn't want Ian to be expelled or sent to Azkaban, Dumbledore was a little too lenient.
Is this still the Dumbledore who is extremely sensitive to Dark Magic?
When you learn Fiendfyre Curse, you should not be too harshly criticized!
Look around at the bodies.
Snape seems to have realized it.
Maybe.
Dumbledore probably really has a brain problem.
"St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is also open at night, come with me." Snape wanted to grab Dumbledore's arm, but Dumbledore dodged it with a look of confusion.
"I just asked you to pretend to be injured. Did you really injure yourself?" Dumbledore looked Snape up and down and found no injuries on Snape's body.
"..."
Snape's expression is very distorted.
"Miss Grindelwald will go back to school tomorrow. You need to keep an eye on Miss Grindelwald for me."
suddenly.
Dumbledore gave him a sudden order.
"Didn't you say it couldn't be Young Grindelwald?" Snape was successfully diverted. He frowned, completely confused as to what Dumbledore was thinking.
Sure enough.
My brain is broken.
His words were all confused.
"I already have some guesses in my mind."
Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts's castle and spoke in a low voice with a somewhat unclear tone, "But I also want to know whether Miss Grindelwald knows about it."
His words made Snape confused and did not give Snape any time to think.
"It's time for you to go back."
Dumbledore's tone allowed no refutation.
"What about you?"
Snape has no action.
"I'm going to make some arrangements, just in case."
Just as Dumbledore was about to walk away, he thought of something again. He turned around and handed something to Snape, and walked away under the unbelievable gaze of Snape.
Ancient and towering towers stand beside the cliff, and the waves wash over the cliff.
The air trembled slightly.
Dumbledore's figure immediately appeared in front of the tower.
His robe was gently swaying in the wind under the rising sun. As soon as Apparition was over, he seemed to notice it, and he looked up at the top of the tower with a calm expression.
In front of the dim windowsill.
There is a person standing there.
Eyes meet.
It seems that the old friend has been waiting for a long time.
(End of chapter)