Hogwarts lazy snake

Nicolas Flamel and Perenal looked at each other, and their expressions became more solemn.

Flamel narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers on the tabletop, lost in thought.

The image of the werewolf transformed into a human form that Horn described kept appearing in his mind, as if countless clues were intertwined but difficult to sort out.

Flamel then turned to Madame Perenelle, and the two exchanged glances.

That look contained many complex emotions, including worry, tacit understanding, and a firm determination.

The more I think about it, the more it seems wrong, but it also seems very important.

Then, Flamel said to Horn, "After dinner, go and study on your own. I'm going to check some things."

Horn was full of doubts, but he nodded and said, "Okay, Master Nico, is it related to the 'it' that the werewolf mentioned?"

Nicolas Flamel sighed slightly: "Horn, I am not sure of the specific situation right now. So I have to confirm and investigate the situation."

"But if it is really as I think, I will not only tell you some things, but also..."

Flamel, who had been looking very serious, paused and looked into Horn's eyes for a long time without saying a word.

Before he could finish his words, Nicolas Flamel disappeared in a hurry by teleporting away.

But I don't know why he just left without finishing his words.

Madame Perenelle looked at Horn, her eyes full of anxiety and love. She knew what her husband was going to say after hearing what he said just now, so she was also afraid that it might be as he expected.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Horn's heart was filled with uneasiness and confusion.

He didn't know what Nicolas Flamel was thinking and what he was investigating. Was it related to him?

But he knew that this mysterious incident had become even more confusing.

At the same time, news came from the Hogwarts infirmary that the fainted werewolf in the school infirmary had woken up.

The werewolf suddenly woke up after being unconscious for a while.

So Dumbledore, who received the news, rushed to the infirmary immediately.

When the werewolf saw Dumbledore, his eyes showed a hint of anxiety. He struggled to sit up, but his body was still very weak.

"Dumbledore, it's gone. We must find it, or there will be a disaster." The werewolf said weakly.

Dumbledore calmed the werewolf and asked, "Don't worry, I already know."

The werewolf panted and said with difficulty: "It broke the seal in a certain place. The guild originally sent a team to seal it again, but the people in the team were infected."

At this point, the middle-aged man suddenly choked up and covered his face with his hands. A painful sound came out from between his fingers: "In the end... I can only... kill them all..."

"Okay, I understand. You take a rest first. I will go investigate 'it's' movements."

"You need to calm down or it will be dangerous."

Dumbledore saw how sad the other person was, and from his intermittent words, he could guess a general idea.

He should have turned them all into ashes with his own hands.

After all, we don't have the ability to suppress it now, so this is the only option.

"No.....Dumbledore you....you...don't know."

The man who had just looked so sad that his whole body was shaking, suddenly became strangely quiet, and his voice seemed to become flat and strange, which was completely different from his previous appearance when he was choking with sobs and couldn't speak clearly.

"You have also been infected. You have been lying just now!" Seeing this, Dumbledore immediately stepped back a few steps and drew his wand at the man on the bed.

"Madame Pomfrey, please leave the infirmary. Minerva, please evacuate the students around the infirmary!" Dumbledore shouted to Professor McGonagall, who had been waiting at the door, without even turning his head.

As he spoke, he cast a protective magic to cover the entire school infirmary and summoned a powerful guardian.

After the silver phoenix appeared, it kept surrounding Dumbledore, and the protective light continued to fall on Dumbledore. Everything was so skillful and natural.

Professor McGonagall took action immediately after hearing Dumbledore's order. She quickly left the door of the school infirmary and organized the evacuation of students starting from the nearest one.

Madam Pomfrey also left the infirmary nervously, her face full of worry. After all, it was the first time she had heard Dumbledore's serious tone and expression.

It can be seen that this is a very serious matter.

With the departure of Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore and the werewolf were the only ones left in the large infirmary.

"Ant, your figure is very familiar! Guan Wu's, you must have a share of it too."

At this time, the middle-aged man, while calling Dumbledore with a contemptuous tone and words, put down his hands that were covering his face.

The originally sloppy face was covered with cracks. Those cracks were like twisted tentacles in the darkness, slowly wriggling, as if they could stretch out countless terrible things at any time.

His eyes were red with no white visible, like two abysses burning with evil flames, emitting a terrifying light.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and that smile seemed like a demon from hell, full of malice and ridicule.

"So it's 'Old'. How did you get out? Can he still be alive?"

Click~

Although Dumbledore already knew that the werewolf would definitely not survive in this situation, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked a question whose answer he already knew.

At the same time, he took out a long silver sword from somewhere and stuck it into the ground, holding a magic wand in one hand.

Wisps of blue flame emerged from the tip of the magic wand. Although small, the distortion and fluctuation of the surrounding space were visible to the naked eye.

"Of course he is alive." The man, no, it should be said that the "old" who had occupied the man's body, seemed to find Dumbledore's question very funny, but still answered it seriously.

But the next second, suddenly "Old" held his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly and crazily at Dumbledore.

"Hahahahaha, in my stomach. No, I should say he is already with me now. Hahahaha, this is the honor of this ant!"

"Besides, your broken sword is useless to me. Hahahaha, give up and accept it! Hahaha~"

The more 'Old' laughed, the happier he became, so happy that the corners of his mouth moved further and further back, and even spread to his ears, as if he could laugh more freely this way.

Moreover, the cracks on his face became more and more numerous, and the noise became louder and louder, constantly surrounding the school infirmary.

The more 'Old' laughed, the happier he became, so happy that the corners of his mouth moved further and further back, and even spread to his ears, as if he could laugh more freely this way.

The cracks on his face were increasing, and the sound was getting louder and louder, constantly surrounding the school infirmary. The sound was like a sharp thorn, piercing through the protective magic shield, allowing people outside to hear the terrifying laughter.

Every note seemed to carry an evil power that made people's ears hurt and filled their hearts with fear.

The magic shield cast by Dumbledore that enveloped the school infirmary began to show unstable fluctuations, and tiny black arcs of electricity moved across the shield like poisonous snakes.

It can be seen that the sound made by "Old" is not only an echo caused by a loud speaking voice, but also contains some kind of magical attack.

Those black electric arcs continuously impacted the light shield, making crackling sounds, as if they could break the light shield at any time.

"Really? Then I'll take you to see him too!"

Dumbledore looked at the black arc, said something to the Old One, and said no more, waving his wand. The gorgeous blue flame rushed towards the Old One who was already floating in the air like a dragon, the flame was waving its claws and fangs, as if it wanted to swallow the Old One in one gulp.

Wherever the flames passed, the air was burned and distorted, making a sizzling sound.

The other hand was not idle either, reaching out to touch the blade. The hot blood began to glow brightly when it touched the sword, and a spatial wave invisible to the naked eye rushed towards "Old"!

Snap~bang~crack~

The professors and wizards outside the castle only heard a loud noise and a dazzling light that was blinding even in the daytime. Then the professors and young wizards saw their beautiful school infirmary explode.

The powerful force shook the entire Hogwarts. The students looked towards the school infirmary in horror, their hearts filled with fear.

The teachers were busy maintaining order and trying to protect the students' safety.

In the school doctor's room.

"This body is too weak. I'll play with it next time. I'm going to go enjoy this world I haven't seen for a long time now. Hahahahaha."

Dumbledore's ears are still ringing with the 'old' last words