Hogwarts Archmage

"What happened to Margaery?"

After all the personnel passed the exam, Marn returned to the tea house and asked Hermione and Esther that he had just seen his sister walking in a hurry.

But neither girl knew anything about this, so they couldn't give him an answer. He could only wait patiently in the room for Margaery to come back.

After waiting until about nine o'clock in the evening, Margaery collapsed on the sofa as soon as she entered the room, looking very tired.

"Professor Trelawney is finished," Margaery said without a few people asking her what she was doing when she went out. "She was transformed into a form somewhat like Comptin, but she didn't notice it herself. Professor Snape selected some important medicines in the potions garden, and the professors asked me to go and see if there was any way."

Marn frowned: "You mean, Professor Trelawney also controls the body remotely from the soul?"

"No, she is just like Comptin, not like Comptin. She has no soul. She is now a pure thinking corpse, and her body is decaying."

"What's going on? She wasn't fine a few days ago, and we just rescued her."

Margaery rubbed her eyebrows, trying to relax herself: "I secretly checked her thoughts, and there were subtle traces of being deleted. It was probably something that happened to her, and I just rode a wand outside Hogwarts. After checking it, I found that there was a free smell of black magic in the outside world, which should have been used to maintain her physical condition, but it was blocked, or swallowed, by your reinforced anti-Apparition spell."

"Then you...did you tell her?"

Margaery half-squinted her eyes, getting more and more sleepy, and said with force: "I only told Professor McGonagall who was present, and then made her a potion that was said to be a magic potion, but was actually a synthesis of the products of black magic. Things to maintain her physical condition..."

"Is it possible...that there are other old-school people besides Comptin in the school?" Ma En said, rubbing his chin.

"It's impossible...Marn, you may not even know that after you strengthened the magic around the school, the spell that originally only had the anti-Apparition function can now easily tell whether a person has used black magic. Traces, there are people using traces in the school now, and no one may be the one who harmed her."

"That is to say, the only possibility is that Comptin did it."

Ma En took a long breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and then asked: "Margery, is there any way to save her?"

Margery shook her head slightly: "It's impossible, she is actually dead, and unlike Comptin, who has other channels to maintain her true existence, she is dead from body to soul. , now as long as the magic on her body fails, she will disappear completely after discovering that she is dead."

"How long can her body last?"

"The potion I made for her is much softer than the dark magic you isolated from Hogwarts, but at most it can only last until the beginning of the next school year. Professor Snape will come back tomorrow. I hope he can have some What a good idea."

"hope so."

Speaking of this, Margery was already very sleepy. After talking to a few people in a daze, she walked upstairs.

Marn tentatively contacted Pettigrew. He was still negotiating with some people from the conservative faction. He wanted to see Voldemort and said that he had made a big discovery, but the negotiators themselves did not know where Voldemort was now...

The room became quiet, Hermione was holding a love story and reading it, and Esther was peeling an apple.

After a while, Ma En suddenly said: "What do you think... what does Armstrong look like now?"

Esther glanced at him with some confusion: "Didn't you go there with Margery last time? You caught everyone who should be caught there."

"I want to go again. There are too many mysterious things in Armstrong. Voldemort can't give up there so easily."

Esther looked at her pocket watch: "It's already past ten o'clock. Tomorrow? Shall I go with you?"

"I want to go too, but I can't participate in the competition. School is too boring." Hermione put a bookmark on the book in her hand and closed it.

Ma En did not object. Both of them were capable of ensuring their own safety. He thought for a moment and asked, "What game is tomorrow?"

"Water ball game." Esther handed a piece of apple to Ma En.

"No wonder the big hole has been repaired in the past two days... Then we have nothing to do, so let's go have fun together."

Hermione looked at the stairs and said, "Okay...but Margaery..."

"Let her rest. She's been too tired recently. If she meets someone, it's not too late to call her. Anyway, with Patrick here, it will be quick." Ma En glanced at Patrick and said.

Patrick had just fallen asleep and vaguely heard Ma En calling his name. He habitually tilted his neck and glanced at Ma En, stretching out a wing.

Ma En: "..."

After feeding Patrick, he and Esther said goodbye to Hermione and went back to the room together.

After taking a shower, Ma En put his hands on his head and Cecilia Cheung looked at the ceiling that had changed to look like a starry sky and let out a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, honey?" Esther raised her head and looked at him.

"Nothing, I just don't understand why Voldemort always causes trouble when everyone is happiest. Doesn't he have a childhood?"

Esther thought for a moment: "After I learned his real name, I looked up some information about him... He really doesn't have a childhood, at least he is not happy, and... a product of a love potion, even if he has happiness What's the point of his childhood? From the day he was born, he stood on the opposite side of the world."

Ma En suddenly thought of a question: "Hasn't he been flaunting some lineage theory? What would happen if we spread his life experience?"

"If you think too much, nothing will happen. His loyal fans will only think that we are trying to smear him. These guys have brains that are different from ordinary people."

"What if we find a way for them to discover it by accident?"

Aster sighed: "Marn, don't be naive, do you think those guys really need a pure-blooded leader? All they need is a leader, a powerful leader with a simple goal, so that they can easily use this leader. It’s enough to get your own interests under the protection of the leader’s wings.”

"Yes...and now it's not just them, we also need Voldemort alive...I don't know what this guy is up to."

Esther moved her body to make herself more comfortable: "What else can I be busy with? I'm either busy dealing with you, or busy preparing to deal with you."