[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Soon we meet the notebook.

It's a notebook with a very old cover, it looks like it has seen better days.Open it and see that there are many spells listed above, and a lot of experience is marked, explaining in detail how to use magic power to release these spells.

In other words, even a little wizard with ordinary talent can correctly cast the spells listed above.

What's more, Pedilu is still a talented pure-blood wizard.

"You said, you got it in an old abandoned classroom?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Pediru.

Pedilu nodded while crying: "Yes, principal."

"Then, take me to that abandoned classroom." Dumbledore said.

Pedilu quickly responded, "Yes, Principal."

Potter was guarding Black in the medical wing, and I followed the headmaster to the abandoned classroom that Pedirou said.

It was indeed an old abandoned classroom. No one had been there for a long time, and there was dust everywhere.

"I picked it up here." Pediru pointed to a corner.

We walked over and found that there were many sundries piled up in that corner, including desks, chairs, and discarded brooms.

That notebook was what Pediru found in a table hole, and it looked like it was left by a graduate student.

"Why did you come here?" Dumbledore asked casually while looking at the corner.

Pedilu hesitated for a while, then glanced at me again, and then said: "One time I was in a bad mood and ran out to relax, so I came here."

"Yeah." Dumbledore nodded.

He walked around the classroom and said, "Go back first. Wait until Black wakes up."

"Principal, I really didn't mean it." Pediru looked at Dumbledore helplessly, "You won't fire me, will you?"

Dumbledore glanced at him lightly, and said, "We have to wait for classmate Black to wake up and ask his wishes. After all, he was seriously injured, and we have to consider the attitude of his parents."

Hearing the word "parent", Pedilu's expression changed a little.But he quickly lowered his head and turned pale and timid again.

Pediru went back quickly, and Dumbledore and I stood in the old classroom and didn't leave immediately.

"Is there something going on that I don't know about?" Dumbledore asked me.

I told him about Pediru's speech in the common room and Black's response.

"So it is." Dumbledore nodded slightly, then looked down at the notebook in his hand, "I really don't want to doubt him, but apart from him, Hogwarts has no more talented students."

Who that "he" refers to, I can understand it as soon as I hear it.

I thought about it and used a flying curse.Then, a green lily appeared in my hand.

"This is?" Dumbledore looked at me in amazement, "Why are there green lilies again?"

His pale blue eyes were full of shock at the moment.Even when Black was seriously injured and admitted to the medical wing, he was only slightly worried.

"Puchi." I couldn't help laughing, "Principal, you seem to have some problems with my lilies?"

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and said, "Oh, I don't have a problem with it, I'm a little afraid of it. You know, when you get old, you think about a lot of things."

"Okay." I nodded, and then told him about Green Lily, "I think he may be a little unhappy recently."

An unhappy person, too likely to do something about it.

I suspected, as did the headmaster, that the notebook was Tom's handiwork.

After all, there are not many people who can make such a detailed note, counting all the previous students of Hogwarts.

"Unhappy?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." I nodded, "He hasn't talked to me recently, obviously he's pursuing me."

However, he worked harder in the classroom, and many students were so overwhelmed by him, they made "join the Death Eaters after graduation" testimonials.

"You suspect that Pediru found Tom, asked him about charms, and that Tom 'give' him the notebook?" Dumbledore asked me.

I spread my hands: "No, principal, it's you who doubted."

"Okay, it's me." Dumbledore smiled. He looked down at the well-preserved notebook although it looked old. "What do you think, let's go to Tom and ask him directly?"

I tilted my head: "Isn't that your style?"

"Yeah, that's more like your style," Dumbledore replied.

I couldn't help laughing.

Then the two of us went to Tom.

"It has nothing to do with me." Tom denied, and he looked at us a little coldly, "I've been so exhausted recently that I don't have the energy to play this. Besides, I'm not going to shoot a fifth-grade student."

Looking at his bloodshot eyes and pale and haggard face, I couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Senior, what happened?" I asked with concern.

Tom gave me a cold look: "I can't make Avada anymore."

His tone was extremely cold, suppressing agitation and irritation, which made people feel uneasy.

"Huh?" I was a little surprised and blinked my eyes.

Tom glanced at me indifferently, and then at Dumbledore. He pulled his tie very irritably and stood up.

"Avada!" He held his wand, aimed at a cup, and uttered Avada's incantation.

But the quilt wasn't torn, not even a bit strange, and from the tip of Tom's stick a white lily rose slowly.

"That's it," said Tom irritably, gripping his wand tightly and looking a little frantic.

Dumbledore was stunned: "What... what's going on?"

"Lily, what did you do to my wand?" Tom ignored Dumbledore, he put one hand on the table, leaned forward, and pressed towards me.

I blinked: "I didn't do anything?"

On the contrary, he obviously did something to my wand.

"I went to Ollivander!" Tom said coldly, his black pupils were filled with dangerous swirls, as if he wanted to twist me into pieces, "He said, there is nothing wrong with my wand!"

Ollivander sells wands, and he also makes wands. It can be said that most of the wands used by British wizards come from his family.

That is to say, he is an authority on English wands, and no one knows more than he does.

"Since Mr. Ollivander said it's okay, then it's okay." I looked at Tom in surprise, "Senior, I didn't do anything to your wand, on the contrary, you obviously did something to my wand that day. There are a lot of things, don't blackmail me."

Tom said coldly: "Of course there is a problem! If there is no problem, why can't I cast Avada?"

"Senior, you couldn't cast Avada with my wand that day." I said calmly, "Maybe there is a problem with your magic power?"

Tom was taken aback, and then he retorted: "Impossible! There is nothing wrong with my magic power!"

"So you doubt the wand, you don't doubt yourself, do you?" I disapproved, "Senior, don't shy away from medical treatment, if you are sick, you must treat it—"

"Shut up!" His voice was full of anger, interrupting me abruptly, and then he looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said immediately, "Oh, I won't lend you my wand."

"Maybe, I can borrow a certain student's wand?" Not only was Tom not angry, but he laughed softly, "Hogwarts is my follower, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to borrow a wand."

Dumbledore immediately turned cold.

He looked at Tom for a moment, took out his wand, and slapped it on the table: "Tom, I hope you don't shoot at the children."

"Oh, I don't want to either. That would be so unkind, wouldn't it?" Tom said casually, without raising his eyes, he grabbed Dumbledore's wand and felt it in his hand, with a slight smile on his face Smiling, he then raised his wand and pointed the tip of the wand at the teacup, "Avada!"

The teacup wasn't broken.

A white lily rose from the tip of the staff.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the small white circle at the front of the wand, and something flashed in his eyes.

Tom didn't notice the small white circle on the tip of the stick. He stared hard at the lilies swaying on the tip of the stick, his face was extremely ugly.

"Impossible!" he screamed. "It's impossible!"

He frantically flicked his wand: "Avada! Avada! Avada!"

But one lily after another popped up and fell on his desk, forming a small pile in no time.

He didn't use a single Awada.

Until he was exhausted, thin sweat oozed from his smooth and plump forehead.

"It's impossible." His lips were white, his eyes were crazy, he muttered for a moment, then he suddenly raised his head and looked at me with frantic eyes: "What did you do to me?"

He reached out and grabbed me.

Dumbledore's sharp eyes and quick hands pulled me aside.

"Tom, calm down!" said Dumbledore.

His voice was full of majesty, and it was not as kind and charitable as usual to the students. This made Tom startled for a moment, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

The frantic and violent emotions were suppressed deep in his eyes, and his black pupils gradually became clear.

He pursed his lips, returned the wand to Dumbledore, and then looked at me: "Lily, what did you do to me?"

"I really didn't do anything." I said innocently, "I think there may be something wrong with your magic power. After all, you have split your soul before, which may cause the magic power to be unstable. Or, you played with someone else's wand , which makes your own wand angry and unwilling to cooperate with you, maybe?"

Tom froze for a moment, frowned, and then he said decisively: "Impossible! I was able to cast Avada, but the lily flower jumped out of your wand and jumped onto my wand, which caused the problem! "

"But you cast that lily yourself." I shrugged innocently, "You took my wand and threw a lily, didn't you?"

Tom froze.

His brows gradually wrinkled, and mania began to appear in his eyes again.

He's really a bad tempered man.

Isn't it just that you can't cast Avada, what's the big deal?

"Senior, besides Avada, what else do you not need?" I asked.

Hearing this, Tom picked up his wand and swung a split at the teacup, and then the teacup fell apart.

The mania in his eyes was soothed a bit, he raised his head and said, "Only Avada can't use it!"