The day of the duel at Hogwarts

The Cursed Seed fell to the ground, and as the fragments of the altar were buried, it penetrated deep into the ground soil, and took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an ordinary-looking weed, and in the Cursed Seed After taking root and sprouting, flowers and plants gradually grew on the surrounding ground, and everything returned to its original state. There was no trace of the curse that had just been placed here.

Of course, these only look normal on the surface. In fact, any wizard with some ability can feel the faint aura of black magic here. This is also recorded in Gavin's notes, and Sean has prepared for this. A potion that removes the smell of black magic.

He took out the last two bottles of magic potion on his body and sprinkled some on the ground around him. Then Sean sprinkled a little more on himself to get rid of the black magic smell on his body. Then he used the Disguise Curse again and directed towards Hogg. Maud screamed and ran in the direction of the shack.

Slytherin common room.

Tarun was lying on the bed. He was already fast asleep. He tossed and turned on the bed, and his breathing became louder and louder. Looking carefully, Tarun actually had a layer of cold sweat on his body, and dense beads of sweat covered his whole body.

At this moment, an evil and mysterious silver-white rune suddenly appeared on the heart of Tarkun's chest. Soon, the rune gradually shrank and became the size of a thumb. It penetrated into Tarkun's flesh like a seed. Silently, it penetrated deeply into Tarquin's body.

At this moment, Tarquin opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, his lips were dry and skinny, and a large amount of cold sweat flowed down Tarquin's cheeks.

"Damn, are you sick?"

Lifting the quilt, Tarquin didn't notice the bedding that was soaked with sweat. He stepped out of the bed and felt the sticky sweat on his body. He went straight to the dressing room, washed his face, and looked up at himself in the mirror. At first glance, Tarquin was almost shocked by what he saw in the mirror.

The thick dark circles under the eyes, the gloomy complexion, and the lips covered with dry skin looked even uglier than the time when he was slapped several times before.

"This is……"

"Let's get up and go to the campus hospital tomorrow morning..."

Muttering to himself, Tarquin washed his face again. He only felt that his body was extremely tired. When he returned to the room, he ignored the dampness of the bedding on the bed and lay on it and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, Tarquin opened his eyes and felt extremely energetic, as if the sickly person last night was not him.

After moving his body a little, Takun felt that he was in excellent physical condition. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to the campus hospital, put on his clothes and left the common room. Yesterday, Ma Nan and Jiding were both defeated by Sean. It must be said that , Tarquin was quite unexpected, so he was ready to take action himself.

If the son of a squib is still so ungrateful, Tarquin feels that he can use some radical methods. You must know that a Hogwarts diploma is not a necessary thing for him. He is the future heir of his family, and You don't need a Hogwarts diploma to find a job, even if you get kicked out, it doesn't matter.

Sitting in the auditorium, Tarquin and Dorian sat eating together. He glanced at Sean in the distance, sneered, lowered his head and continued to drink his oatmeal.

After breakfast, Tarquin took some courses that seemed insignificant to him. Until the afternoon, when the sun set, slowly, Tarquin suddenly felt that he was very tired. Without thinking much, Tarquin returned to his room. He wanted to take a rest in the room, but when he lay on the bed again, he never got up.

Dumbledore, Snape, and Ms. Pomfrey from the school hospital stood in front of Tarquin's bed. Ms. Pomfrey examined Tarquin's injuries in detail, and finally shook her head helplessly and regretfully, saying: " Dumbledore, it is a pity that this child died of illness. He is like an old man who has come to the end of his life. His physical appearance does not seem to have changed much, but his internal organs have aged to a very serious extent, especially the heart. Seriously, because of this, I think this child should have died of heart failure, just like middle-aged or elderly people who live irregular lives."

After listening to Madam Pomfrey's words, Dumbledore looked at Tarquin's body carefully. Finally, his eyes came to rest on Tarquin's heart. Then he looked at Madam Pomfrey and said, "Mrs. Pomfrey." , are there any traces of magic on Tarquin’s body?”

Madam Pomfrey heard what Dumbledore said and immediately understood what he meant, so she replied: "Dumbledore, I have been at Hogwarts for a long time and have seen all kinds of injuries. I cannot I guarantee that there is no magic reason, but at least within the scope of my ability, there is indeed no trace of magic."

"I know your abilities and I trust your judgment."

With a slight nod to greet Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment and said again: "Dumbledore, in fact, there are often children who die young in the wizarding world, and they are often due to internal problems, especially It's heart failure. In fact, in the Muggle world, there are more cases like this, so I think this child..."

She didn't finish her words, but both Dumbledore and Snape already understood what she meant.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, thank you very much. Let us take this poor child away first, otherwise it will not be appropriate to keep him here. At the same time, we also need to inform his parents and leave the aftermath to me. ”

"Yes, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey took Tarquin's body away, while Snape remained in the common room to comfort the students, although his attempts to comfort the Slytherin students were not that desired.

Things come to an end.

Snape stood in Dumbledore's office.

"Severus, how is Mr. Hunter doing?"

Hunter is Tarquin's surname. After hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape immediately said: "Mr. Hunter is an extreme pure-blood, and he also studies a lot of black magic. If a mysterious person is here, During his school days, he would probably become a complete Death Eater.

And as far as I know, he also has a great sense of admiration for the mysterious man, and has secretly used jinxes on Muggle-born wizards from other colleges before. "

"Severus, you seem...not to like Mr. Hunter very much."

Snape looked at Dumbledore. There seemed to be some kind of fluctuation in his dead eyes, but it quickly disappeared and he said: "I really don't like him very much, just like I don't like other pure Death Eaters very much." Same."

Looking at Snape, Dumbledore had a smile on his face and said, "Okay, thank you Severus. Leave the rest to me."