I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 153 The Rise of Darkness

I know.

I knew it from the beginning.

That boy is a ghost in human skin.

Everyone was deceived by his superb disguise, no one believed me, no one!

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XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

I clearly remember that it was midnight.

The dogs outside the Svent Orphanage barked all night that night.

I often wake up from my sleep.

But he just cursed a few times in a low voice and continued to fall asleep.

I was so tired, running the orphanage took all my energy, and those energetic children were like imps in the vestibule of hell, chattering and laughing, haunting me madly.

Yes, I hate children--

But for the sake of my future, and in order for me to take half a step forward in my official career, I, who was nearly sixty years old, had to take over this orphanage funded by the city government.

Hehe——I often think, if I endure it for a while, I will retire soon. The pension of an orphanage director is much higher than that of an obscure old clerk in the city government.

Yes, that's how I got over it.

This thought was the medicine that allowed me to fall asleep.

early morning.

The noise outside woke me up again.

Vice-President John knocked on my door.

With a little anger and uneasiness, I dressed unhappily and opened the door.

It was a young guy, 35 and [-] years old. From the Windsor knot tied on his chest, it could be seen that he was a child of a rich family with a wealthy family and a certain level of cultivation.

No wonder at such a young age, I have climbed to the top position that I have only reached the top in half my life.

"There's a baby!"

"Outside the orphanage, someone abandoned a child."

After hearing this news, I was displeased at first.

Picking up a child in front of the orphanage is such a big deal, is it worth waking him up?

Since a certain deviant culture was introduced into France, children of all skin colors can be picked up on the grass outside the courtyard every month or even every day.

Their orphanage is about to become a shelter for all nations!

"No, Dean, it's not just—you go and have a look!"

A disdainful sneer rose from the bottom of my heart. After all, young people have too little social experience.

A child can make him panic to such an extent, it's just that the child's shape may be a little strange.

Siamese?throwback?Missing arms and legs?Or is it dead?

Hmph, that's all there is to it.

I followed John through the gate carved with history.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows.

A strong, indelible smell of blood entered my nose.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition rose in my heart.

Many people gathered in front of the church.

I never knew there were so many teaching staff in the orphanage!

Hehe - usually we can't even get so many people together for dinner.

However, these people looked very strange.

Everyone's expressions were dull, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they saw something shocking.

"Get out of the way!" I said.

I must show the majesty of the dean to suppress this group of walking dead who have lost their souls.

young!

My heart is full of sneers, the city government's appointment of him as the dean may be the most correct thing that group of gentlemen have ever done.

Look at this group of young people born after the war.

What a disgrace to France.

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I pushed my way through the insensitive crowd.Want to get a glimpse of what's going on.

next second.

When that hellish scene shone into my pupils through the light.

I wish I was blind at that moment.

Under the steps of the church, there was blood and broken flesh.The disgusting organs and flesh were thrown to the ground like garbage.

There were at least three or four bodies of men and women.

Their unrepentant heads were shattered.

Every wound is full of tooth marks, sharp and piercing.

Those are definitely not human teeth.

Rather, it's more like a canine.

Suddenly I remembered the barking of the dogs last night——

Is it?

"No!"

I instinctively let out an exclamation.

want to back off.

Because I found that in the flower bed not far from the orphanage, under the shade of the trees, a pair of dark green eyes were staring at me.From the blood all over their bodies and the bits of flesh in their mouths and between their teeth, it could be seen that they were the murderers who killed—no—killed the three hapless creatures.

"Close the door quickly, and call the police!" Although I was seriously frightened, as a once glorious freedom fighter, the willpower forged in the army still calmed me down.

But just when I was about to lead this group of frightened and lost souls to retreat, one hand, many hands slammed against my lower back.

"John, what are you doing!"

"Director." The young man with numb eyes raised his head and spoke to the air, "The orphanage should not abandon any innocent child."

"What did you say!" I was startled by his expression.

But, what he said is right, although I don't like children, I can't watch a young life being buried in the belly of a dog.

I hurriedly walked down the steps and took the swaddling clothes. There were all kinds of debris scattered around, including a sharp knife, several needles stained with mud, several packages of unknown medicines, and blood and flesh that made people vomit. Pick it up.

Opening the swaddle, I was attracted by the child's appearance at first glance.

He—no, it—it was pretty, with black hair, gray eyes, thin lips, and a high nose, and it was as delicate as a doll.

If it's just these things.

But at the moment when my eyes glanced over the child's eyes.

A cold sweat broke out on my back!

It was a look of reproach, and God, a child who was a few months old looked at me like that.

It seems to be saying: How did you come here?

At that moment, it was like a bolt from the blue, because a ridiculous, terrifying, and dark idea came out of my heart.

Those dogs that eat people are controlled by this child?

Was the barking last night just trying to wake him up?

No—no, he's just a kid, not a demon.

no, I can not.

Will not!

"Whoo~~~"

In the faculty office at Hogwarts, Wenda opened her eyes suddenly.

She was awakened again.

By the same dream!

Or rather, a memory, a memory of a Muggle that had become graffiti on the wall.

The downpour outside the window roared and washed the castle. "Crack!" There was a sound and a thunder flashed past.

The dappled light and shadow through the window spills on the ground, also illuminating a delicate, comfortable and luxurious armchair.

"You don't look very well."

This temporarily opened office located on the other side of the stairs on the second floor has been cleaned cleanly.

It was covered with a thick carpet embroidered with intricate golden patterns.

There are also various elegant patterns carved on the walls.

A huge crystal chandelier hung in the air, but no candles were lit.

At this moment, a witch, hiding in the darkness, sat on an armchair made of some kind of magical animal leather.

The serious expression revealed a touch of majesty.

Behind the square glasses, the deep eyes are full of warning.

"Hmph." Wenda glanced at her with her eyes, pushed aside the silk blanket that was draped around her body, tied up her hair, and slowly got up.

A porcelain teapot from the Far East in the eighteenth century floated up and poured a cup of strong coffee for Wenda, who was sitting opposite the witch.

"What are you doing here?" She asked lazily, as if the dream just now had never happened.

In front of him, on the marble round table, there are all kinds of cups.

Besides the first time, there was also a newspaper.

The Daily Prophet

In the most eye-catching position, the headline on the front page, a photo of a man was printed. It was a tall and thin man with black half-length hair, and the clothes on his body were obviously tattered.

His hair was a little greasy, his face was dirty, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't taken care of himself properly.His deep pupils and pale skin made him look more like a vampire.

"Warning you." Professor McGonagall stood up, and the dark green robe completely blocked the firelight coming in from outside the door.

"Even if Albus allows you to stay in Hogwarts, that's just his promise!"

"Hogwarts has never accepted a criminal as a recognized professor!"

"Really?" Wenda leaned close to the armchair, lifting her slender legs to rest on the other.

Then he held the tea cup with both hands and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

She still looks so beautiful, as if time has never taken away from her, if you don't pay attention to the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and half-white hair.

"If my memory is correct, it seems that the Lockhart from last semester was a 'criminal'!"

"At least we didn't know his true identity at that time, and you-" Professor McGonagall didn't intend to argue with Wenda about Dumbledore's unknown identity.

She doesn't care about anything, even if Wenda has followed Grindelwald and killed many people, or how she survived to the present under the joint pursuit, etc.

Professor McGonagall was not interested.

The only thing she cares about is the little wizards of Hogwarts!

"I will keep an eye on you, Rozier, as long as you hurt any little wizard, I will immediately report your existence to the Federation, even if Albus chooses to cover you!"

Professor McGonagall looked straight at her with indifferent eyes.

"This is Hogwarts, I hope you can remember this!" After that, the professor walked away without any expression.

The moment she left, the exquisite crystal lamp automatically lit up.

Resurface the entire room with a brown light.

"Hmph~" Wenda waved her hand fiercely, and the door of her room closed automatically with a 'bang'.

Then she put down the teacup.

When she came to the window, through the midnight-like darkness and the pouring rain, she seemed to see something familiar.

A slender black veil, ignoring the thunder and rain, went up against the wind, fluttering over Hogwarts like a banner.

Light and fluid.

That—that was the call of darkness.

It's great, a sign of Grindelwald's rise.

But before that.

Wenda stared coldly at the rain outside the window, she must get rid of that scourge.

But it can't be up to her.

Darkness rises, and the devil or evil ghost will gradually tear off the disguise from this moment on.