[HP]Aluet

As I expected, speeches and articles advocating Grindelwald's thoughts began to spread overnight, and the Ministry of Magic could no longer suppress it. During the war, uprisings and turmoil began to occur frequently again, and the telephone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic was destroyed. People smashed it to pieces, and the Ministry of Magic had to seal it off for repairs.

But what is interesting is that at the same time as the storm of abolishing the "International Statute of Secrecy" surged, the forces of black wizards suddenly disappeared, and the flames of war solidified in a strange situation. Riddle seemed to have no intention of suppressing this kind of thinking gradually. Instead of devouring the UK's developments, let them be.

"Did he really cooperate with Grindelwald's remaining party? What the hell is he doing?"

"Then he should have taken this opportunity to step up his offensive..." Dumbledore shook his head, "but he suddenly stopped moving. What do you think is the reason?"

I think my brain is overloaded and it's throbbing right now.

At this time, the knock on the door saved me, and my thoughts were temporarily withdrawn from it.

I turned into a bird and hid in the corner of the table. It was Professor Slughorn who came.

"I think you need to look at this...there may be a solution to Remus's matter." He took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket, perhaps because he was so excited that his palms were sweating all the time, So the paper looks wet.

Dumbledore unfolded the paper carefully, and Slughorn's eyes were fixed on him, and Dumbledore waited for a minute before speaking.

"Who wrote it?" he asked.

"Damocles Belby." Professor Slughorn raised his head slightly, showing a very proud look, "I have already said that he is a very talented boy."

"Has he tried this method?" Dumbledore pointed to the text above, "Has it really been successfully developed?"

"Yes, yes, he attached the specific formula on the second letter—" Slughorn quickly continued, "I can't believe that he developed it without any effort. Take this potion!"

"Well..." Dumbledore nodded, "If he has time, come to Hogwarts to find me."

Slughorn complied, closed the door and went out.

I return to human form.

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

Dumbledore glanced at me, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression relaxed a lot.

"A potion that has never been successfully developed," he replied, "I'm afraid you don't know. There was a kid named Remus Lupine who was bitten by a werewolf when he was a child and turned him into a werewolf. August [-]th will transform uncontrollably, which is dangerous—for others as well as for himself. But now it seems that we have hope to solve this problem."

I raised my eyebrows calmly.

Has someone developed a potion to suppress werewolf transformation?I became a little interested in this person—after all, only I know how hard it was for me to develop that potion for Irina. I basically tried different formulas and different dosages every day, and experienced countless times. It failed, almost a whole year of uninterrupted experiments, and it was finally produced with great difficulty, and the thing couldn't suppress the transformation, at most it could only keep her awake.

I happened to be there on the day Damocles Belby came, so I hid myself like a bird and watched the man secretly.

He looks about 30 or [-] years old, has a good demeanor, bright eyes, and looks smart.

"Many years ago, I got a bottle of potion from a friend by chance, and he wanted me to extract some ingredients from it to restore the steps of making the potion...Because I have been busy with other affairs, I didn't focus on researching this. When I heard about that student, I continued this research again." His enunciation was clear and his speech was neat, "So strictly speaking, someone before has already developed this kind of The formula is available, although it is only a prototype—I just don’t know why it hasn’t spread. It is very difficult to extract the ingredients and restore the production steps...so I have done a long time of deliberation and experimentation to restore it almost one-to-one. But I It has been improved to a certain extent. The initial finished product contains a large amount of narcotic ingredients, if people take it for a long time, it may affect the central nervous system." He bent down and circled on the paper with the formula What, "I changed the dosage of some medicinal materials and added other types of medicinal materials to neutralize the toxicity and reduce this side effect as much as possible, but I still can't stop the changes..."

I smacked my tongue secretly.

Extracting ingredients from existing potions for restoration... This is the first time I've heard of this reverse research method, which is much more difficult for me than making potions normally.

That's okay, in this way, my worries can be completely eliminated, and it can also help other children who were tortured by the werewolf transformation on the night of the full moon, which is a great thing.

After he left, I suppressed these thoughts and turned my thoughts back to the previously discussed matter of Riddle and Grindelwald's remaining party.

"I'm thinking, maybe Riddle has the same idea as us-he wants to stop for a while and see how we will deal with this sudden situation?" I guessed, "I still think he has no reason to talk to Grindel. Vau Yu Party cooperates."

"I think so too. He's betting who will lose his temper first..." Dumbledore said, "However, both of their camps are in the dark, and we are in the open. If Tom wants to fight us, I'm afraid we can only Forced to do something because it would be in our worst interest to leave it alone."

"By the way," I suddenly changed the subject, "The Order of the Phoenix hasn't had any accidents so far, has it?"

"Yes." Dumbledore added, gazing into my face, "but you don't need to worry about it—"

"No, it's not." I shook my head, "I was thinking, maybe the problem is really with me."

"Oh?"

"Try it and you'll know." I told him.

During the following week, I began to stop at a certain location frequently. In fact, Dumbledore asked Moody to follow me secretly to observe suspicious phenomena.

"Is anyone following me?"

"Since Thursday, there have been suspicious people. I wanted to turn to follow him, but the whereabouts of that person were uncertain. I was worried that I would be discovered, so I didn't dare to follow too closely." Moody said.

I sneered: "He probably used a tracking spell on me...I didn't bring anything, but he always seemed to know my location. Fortunately, I quit the Order of the Phoenix, otherwise there would be big troubles."

Dumbledore took out his wand, and a strong and gentle probing force enveloped me, but he quickly took it back.

"I didn't sense the Tracking Charm," he said.

"Isn't it a tracking spell?" I was taken aback.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment.

"It's also possible that it is a curse. Because the curse is integrated into the blood, it is different from ordinary spells and cannot be detected..." He said, "The same is also impossible to break. But it is very difficult to curse people. ...Especially on the premise of being prepared."

I froze for a few seconds and couldn't describe my mood in words.

I turned around, bad emotions rushed over me, countless images flashed in my mind - yes, of course he couldn't curse me if I was on guard, but the problem is...

I cursed in a low voice, and pushed my hair back to relieve the irritability and anxiety that surged up in my heart for a moment.

I can't even pinpoint when he did this to me... I've been with him for so long.

I strode out the door, Dumbledore still calling me after me.

"Wait, I'll be quiet first." I responded, my mind was in a mess, I flew back to my residence, closed the doors and windows tightly, and didn't even want a breath of wind to come in.

I thought he was really planning to let me go, but I didn't expect him to plan so carefully in the early morning. No matter where I left him, my every move would always be under his control, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The stuffy air oppressed me, and I realized that he never really wanted to give me freedom—of course, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that I was free.My freedom should not be "given" by him, but he took away everything that originally belonged to me.

The so-called letting me go is just an illusion of "pacification".

asshole!

I was shaking with rage, cursing him inwardly, wishing so badly that he could hear me now.

My hands gripped the pillow tightly, fighting the urge to throw it out to vent my emotions.

At this time, I saw the small mirror on the table for dressing up. At this time, my mind was full of things related to Riddle, and I remembered the double-sided mirror that was almost forgotten by me many years ago——I The only thing used to communicate with Riddle, he decisively destroyed it at that time, but I still kept a useless mirror silently.

However, I still don't want to take out the double-sided mirror at the bottom of the box from its protection.

My red eyes were reflected in the mirror on the table.

Of course I couldn't show weakness in front of him—I imagined the mirror to be Riddle's face, and my anger nearly burst through the roof.I had to feel annoyed that I still couldn't bear to throw away the useless double-sided mirror. I stood up suddenly, grabbed the innocent and ordinary mirror on the table, opened the window and threw it out forcefully.

"Go to hell with you, Tom Riddle."

I collapsed on the bed, looked at my hands, time passed by, and I slowly calmed down.

The aggrieved feeling in my heart is dissipating a little bit at this moment - because I suddenly thought of a breakthrough that could make me feel better.

I sat up in bed.

Spy on me?Wondering what I would do?

Then let him watch.

Just right, maybe he can use his hand to get rid of the Grindelwald remnants who suddenly appeared, as long as he is not abnormal enough to really cooperate with Grindelwald's people...

Thinking of this, I happily lay down again, closed my eyes, and planned to have a good night's sleep - I'll discuss with Dumbledore about how to use the Ministry of Magic to track back the person who published the article. specific location.

Anyway, worrying about not knowing how to deal with the mysterious organizer, Riddle still shrank his hands. Instead of being passive like this, it is better to take the initiative to provide him with some clues.

If I can get rid of a scourge, why would I mind helping him find a way?