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Fear spread throughout the Great Hall - until Dumbledore stood up.

The old man's voice not only interrupted the pensive Allen, but also woke up the young wizards who were discussing.

Dumbledore's slightly stern gaze swept over the crowd - but not only did it not put pressure on the young wizards, but it also drove away the haze that had enveloped them.

"Don't worry - the school will take care of everything - the only thing you need to take care of is to ensure your own safety, all the young wizards must follow the instructions of their dean - the school will send a team to arrest the murderer.

During this time - all students must return to the common room of their college by 6 o'clock in the evening. No student is allowed to leave the residence hall after this time. Each class is escorted by a teacher. No student is allowed to use the bathroom without a teacher. All Quidditch training and matches have been postponed. There will be no more activities in the evenings.

I can't guarantee how long we'll need - but the only thing I can guarantee is that if there's the next wizard to fall, it's definitely not you kids.

So--all the young wizards are now under the prefect's leadership in the houses back to their common rooms, and all the professors are coming to my office. ”

Dumbledore's words were quickly executed, and Alan and the others quickly returned to their common room under the prefect's guidance.

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The usual bustling lounge no longer had that cheerful atmosphere, and on a few occasions someone raised the subject, but soon the conversation reached an impasse and the crowd fell silent.

In the midst of this oppressive atmosphere, with the resignation of one Hufflepuff to the common room, the others dispersed.

Alan buried himself in the bed and pulled out the worn-out parchment, the map of the living spots.

Due to his age, he couldn't participate in the search for wizards, but that didn't mean he didn't have the means to monitor.

On the contrary - since the entire school was largely emptied, the already chaotic map of the living spots became much clearer and clearer - which made his surveillance operations easier.

Alan stared carefully at the entire map, trying to spot the person who wasn't part of the patrol.

Unfortunately, as of the third day, the search had yielded nothing.

It wasn't until the evening of the fourth day, when Allen, who had lost much hope, habitually looked through the map while studying the hero's powers, that an unexpected name appeared on the paper.

Eren hurriedly jumped up from the bed, ready to stop him.

Unfortunately - it was dusk, and Alan was stopped at the door of the common room.

The excuse he came up with to go to the kitchen was rejected outright - they had prepared a bunch of food for Allen, and gently and firmly told Alan that he must not go out - because it was too dangerous outside.

He even had the urge to knock them unconscious and rush out - unfortunately, half of the senior students were on guard in the hall of the common room to prevent a mischievous little wizard from slipping out.

Alan had no choice but to return - he knew he couldn't convince the gang - even if he tried desperately to expose the existence of the map of the living point.

Because he found it too late - the name was already on the edge of the Forbidden Forest when he noticed it - and the interior of the Forbidden Forest was not shown on the map.

The most they could have told Dumbledore without conclusive evidence was that the wasted time would have been enough for him to wait a little longer - and, even if they had convinced, they would never have agreed to Alan going to the Forbidden Forest at this moment.

Reluctantly returning, Alan lay on the bed in his dorm - his wand was secretly pointed at Marshall.

Sorry, Alan muttered to himself - and then he whispered the spell.

Soon, Marshall, who was lying on the next bed reading a book, stood up and walked briskly to the door.

Behind him is the unconscious spell that Alan unleashes on several roommates.

Alan was about to sneak out behind them—they were referring to Marshall, who was suddenly in a hurry, and a few of his seniors who would accompany him.

The plan was a success.

Alan walked through the castle as fast as he could—no easy feat, with teachers, prefects, and ghosts patrolling the corridors in pairs, looking around for anything unusual.

After checking that no one was around, Alan pushed open the wooden door of the castle and galloped towards the Forbidden Forest.

Although there was a lot of delay, he still hoped that he could catch up.

He couldn't tell them what a terrible being they were looking for—even if it was just a fragment of a soul that hadn't fully recovered.

On the rugged road of the Forbidden Forest, Alan with a green light galloped - the power from Zyra allowed him to sense the stumbling vines, which saved him a lot of things.

Vallo flew high in the sky - Alan followed it closely, and at the moment he did not dare to hide it in the slightest, because he knew who he was up against.

He never imagined that he would face this man whose name was taboo so early.

However, the sound of an explosion in the distance directly woke him up as he was busy running.

Along with it was the pungent gore, one of the cards he dared to chase into the Forbidden Forest.

Warwick, the Rage of Zaun - Blood Hunt.

With the advent of this bloody aura, Alan felt as if his body had inexplicably awakened some power and became full of vitality.

He rushed at a much faster speed than he had come, towards the site of the explosion there.

However, there are people who are faster than him.

Before he was halfway there, a new explosion sounded over there—and Alan saw a huge amount of dust flying up from there, followed by a tremor of the ground.

There is no doubt that only one person who can arrive so quickly - the only person who can transmute at Hogwarts - the most famous White Wizard in history after Merlin - Albus Dumbledore.

As a result, Eren reverted to disguise - if Dumbledore was able to fix things, then he had a hard time explaining why he was here.

In the midst of the fighting, Alan quickly entered the area where the battle was originally fought.

Then he froze—in front of him, the corpse of the Slytherin father.

He lay there quietly, as if he were asleep—and yet, could not wake up again.