The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Argus walked to the front, and the door of the closet slowly opened.

A subtle touch entered his brain.

The brain block technique was working subconsciously!

In the dark closet, only a dark shadow could be seen twisting.

Argus frowned slightly, and his palm quietly clenched the wand.

“Why hasn’t Boggart come out yet?”

“Could it be that the instinct of Boggart to judge fear has the same characteristics as Legilimency?”

“Or… Legilimency was originally invented during the exploration of magical creatures such as Boggart!”

Argus fell into deep thought, not paying attention to the surprised eyes of the people around him.

Even Lupin beside him was puzzled by the situation of Boggart.

Normally, Boggart can identify the most feared thing in the other person’s heart at a glance.

Just like he just stood in front of Harry.

Changes occurred in a second.

But now… Boggart has no intention of changing at all!

Just curled up in the dark!

There are only two possibilities in this situation.

Either, the Boggart has not found its entity at all.

Or… it is something that Argus has no fear of at all!

Either one is enough to shock people.

Argus thought about it and decided to gradually release the brain blockade and carefully feel the instinct of the Boggart.

Sensing the fear of the person in front of him, the Boggart finally changed.

The body twisted and changed rapidly, and it turned into a ball of black mist and came out.

Argus took out his wand and cast a spell.

“Funny!”

The black mist-like Boggart immediately turned into a ball of pink mist and was locked in the closet.

“Black mist?”

“What is black mist?”

“I just saw that the Boggart changed, how did it become black mist in the end?”

A group of little wizards looked puzzled.

They looked at Lupin and Argus puzzledly.

Seeing the reactions of Boggart and Argus, Lupin had guessed some of the inside story.

He explained to the young wizards.

“As Mr. Grindelwald just said, Boggart has no entity. There are two possibilities for the appearance of the black fog. One is that it cannot judge the fearful things.”

“Second, what Mr. Grindelwald fears is… fear!”

“To be more precise, fear itself will have the fearful things.”

“Ah?” The tongue-twisting answer made everyone a little confused.

Lupin answered: “Terror itself has no entity, so Boggart cannot change into a specific form.”

Then someone continued to ask.

“Why can’t Boggart judge?”

A question came from the crowd.

Lupin glanced at Argus and found that his expression did not change much. He thought about it and did not answer directly.

“This requires a very advanced magic.”

“When you are in senior grades, you may have the opportunity to contact it.”

“Okay, young wizards, today’s class ends here.”

“Take your books and dismiss the get out of class!”

“Thank you everyone!”

The young wizards looked at the time and lined up to leave the classroom.

When Argus was about to follow everyone to leave, Lupin’s voice suddenly came to his ears.

“Argus!”

“Can I call you that?”

Lupin was a little familiar. He didn’t call Argus by his last name like other professors, but by his first name.

Argus smiled and responded: “Of course, Professor Lupin.”

“It’s my honor.”

“In fact, I know that in terms of magic, I can teach you very little.” Lupin smiled bitterly, shook his head, and looked helpless.

“Professor, you…”

“Let me finish, Argus.”

Lupin raised his hand and interrupted Argus.

There was a little more scrutiny and seriousness in his eyes.

“But as your professor, I want to remind you.”

“Sometimes, over-reliance on spells is not a good thing…”

Lupin obviously noticed that Argus had used brain occlusion, but he did not release the spell until the Boggart could not transform.

Argus recalled the scene of the Boggart’s transformation just now.

Slightly bowed.

“Thank you for your advice, Professor.”

“It’s my duty.” Lupin straightened his clothes and pointed at the time converter tied around Argus’ neck.

“Go and prepare for your next class, don’t be late!”

…

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday morning.

The entrance of Hogwarts Castle was surrounded by little wizards.

Every weekend is a holiday for little wizards above the third grade.

In the third grade, they are eligible to go to Hogsmeade Village.

For most little wizards, Hogsmeade Village is definitely a good place to waste their pocket money.

Argus even thought about whether the saint should open a few stores in Hogsmeade Village.

Experience in the previous lifeExperience has taught him that the profits of the small shops at the school gate and the supermarkets in the school are often unimaginable for ordinary people.

At the gate of the castle.

Professor McGonagall and Filch told the third-year wizards who were going to Hogsmeade for the first time about the rules they needed to follow.

“Remember, you need special permission to go to Hogsmeade.”

“But if you bring shame to the school, I will cancel this benefit.”

Harry approached eagerly, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

“No one can go without a signed consent form.”

“This is the rule, Mr. Potter!”

Filch looked like everyone owed him money, holding a list and limping forward.

“Follow me if you have a consent form, stay here if you don’t!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Filch suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

The dead face instantly turned into the warmest smile in the world.

Even speaking began to be correct.

“Mr. Grindelwald, good morning!”

“Good morning, Mr. Filch!”

Argus smiled and replied: “Do you need me to bring anything for you in Hogsmeade?”

“No, no, no need to bother you.”

Filch straightened his back a little and walked out of the school with Argus and others.

Harry looked at the people leaving, his eyes becoming more and more anxious.

Ron and several Gryffindor team members he knew were inside.

Originally, he had heard Ron and the others say where to go and what to buy.

But he found out that he couldn’t go before leaving!

This anxiety made him feel uneasy.

Harry stood in front of Professor McGonagall and took out the application form.

“I think if you can sign it, I can…”

“I can’t, Mr. Potter!”

Professor McGonagall interrupted Harry’s next words.

“Only your parents and guardians can sign. I am neither of them. It is not appropriate to do so.”

“I am sorry, Mr. Potter. This is the only way.”

Looking at Ron who was looking at him not far away, Harry could only force a smile and waved at him.

“It’s okay. You… don’t have to wait for me.”

As expected, Ron had no intention of waiting for Harry at all. He followed the Gryffindor people away happily.

Only Harry was left alone with his lonely back.