Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

"Oh?" Dumbledore frowned and said, "I originally thought he just liked potions.

"That doesn't completely rule him out," Crow said.

"Or, he needs more honors."

"He wanted to be a great wizard," Dumbledore said.

"There is no doubt about this. However, I always feel that his goal is not just this."

"professor?"

"I just suddenly thought that he once said that he would formulate a series of strict rules for Hogwarts.

This includes not being allowed to use magic and confinement spells, and not killing casually.

These rules are enough to destroy Hogwarts. "Dumbledore said calmly.

"I don't believe this was just an angry remark he made in the heat of the moment."

Crow was silent.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Dumbledore waved his wand.

A green light lit up the floor.

"It's time we went to see something else," Dumbledore said.

"Are you sure it's safe here?||?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"This is my only way. If I can't even implement this plan, what else can I do?"

"Then I'm relieved." Crow said.

The two men walked down the cellar.

The further down you go, the colder and damper the air becomes.

Suddenly, they stopped and stood in front of an iron door, staring at the scene inside.

"What should we do, Professor?" Crow said, suppressing a trembling voice.

"Don't worry." Dumbledore said, "I already have a plan for your plan."

After saying that, he pushed open the iron door and stepped in.

Crow also hurriedly followed.

As soon as he entered the secret room, the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Crow couldn't help but hold his breath.

The walls of this secret room are inlaid with all kinds of weird bottles and jars, which makes people's hair stand on end.

"This is it." Crow asked in a low voice.

"Alchemical products," Dumbledore said.

"You should know that ancient magic words evolved from these alchemical products.

Therefore, we need to find the ancient magic words and decipher them. "

Crow looked at the scattered bottles and cans around him, feeling a chill in his heart.

He forced himself to concentrate and stop thinking about these disgusting things.

Dumbledore seemed to be accustomed to the scene in the secret room. He looked around, then picked up a stone and knocked on one of the transparent glass jars.

There was a ".||dong dong" sound coming from the jar, as if something was wandering inside.

Dumbledore listened carefully.

After a moment, he took out his wand and flicked it on the glass jar.

Suddenly, the jar shattered, and a black insect crawled out of it, squirming into the soil and disappearing.

"It's a little black beetle," Dumbledore finished.

"Their sense of smell is very keen, almost as good as that of a King Spaniel."

Crow looked at the black beetle in Dumbledore's hand, feeling secretly wary (Nonuo Zhao).

This little bug was so fast that he couldn't dodge it.

"Crow," Dumbledore looked at him, "You are still young, so you must learn to be brave sometimes.

No matter what difficulties you encounter, you can't back down.

Otherwise you will always be able to live under the protection of others. "

"I understand, Professor," Crow said.

Dumbledore patted his shoulder, then picked up another ceramic jar next to him and knocked on it. .