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The setting sun strives to shine the last shred of light and heat on the huge castle of Hogwarts.

The same was true of Dumbledore's office, where sunlight streamed in through the rectangular windows, and fine silverware stood on the elongated table, swirling peacefully with smoke. Not far away, a glass container containing Godric's Gryffindor's sword shimmered faintly.

Phoenix Fawkes stood on the huge shelf and let out a peculiar scream.

Other than that, it's quiet in the office.

Dumbledore frowned unusually tightly as he sat on the huge armchair, his pale blue gaze looking inquiringly at what was in front of him.

On the surrounding walls, the old headmasters of Hogwarts were all staring at the crimson nameplate in front of Dumbledore.

The nameplate was the one that Aven had picked up in the underground ruins, carved with terrifying monster motifs and the human souls it was sucking on.

"Do you have any thoughts on this?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Terrifying monsters, the embodiment of nightmares, immortal beings, feeding on the souls of humans and other living beings!" replied an old man lazily, his voice full of banter, "Tut-tut, it's terrifying, this kind of monster should only exist in mythological stories!"

He is Phineas Nigelus Black, Sirius's great-great-grandfather, and the most unpopular Headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen.

"But it's at Hogwarts, Phineas!" a shrewd-eyed witch said sternly, waving the thick wand in her hand, "Albus has just told us everything when the monster appears in the Forbidden Forest not far away, and the boy named Evan Mason has discovered it. ”

"He's lying, the guys at Gryffindor House can't be trusted, a bunch of pushy imps. Phineas said disdainfully, "If he really encountered such a monster, how could he possibly get out of there." To me, he's a complete liar!"

"It's shameless, just a few months ago, that kid saved your great-grandson's life, proving the innocence of the Black family. The portrait of Dexter Fosco, a fat wizard with a red nose, cries out, "How can you insult him so much." ”

"Since my useless great-grandson was mentioned, then I had to ......"

"Alright, we should get back to business!" said Delis Derwent slowly.

She is an old witch with long silver curls and the most famous headmaster in Hogwarts history, and her portrait is required by many important institutions.

"This nameplate and the monster on it are clearly magical creations of ancient warlocks. "They are different from the wizards now, we all know how terrifying those madmen are, they can pay any price for those forbidden studies, and it is not impossible to create such a terrifying monster. ”

"But as the times have changed, they have all died out, and no one has lived for thousands of years, not even magical creations. Phineas retorted, "It's not the foolish Middle Ages, those antiques from a thousand years ago ......"

"Not all, not all, they didn't disappear completely. A frail old wizard said slowly.

He is Quentin Trimb, a master of Defence Against the Dark Arts and the author of the required textbook Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense.

"The ancient warlocks have studied necromancy, demons, and life magic beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and some of them may have escaped the judgment of death. After a pause, Quentin continued, "There are many ways to do this, but there is only one that has been handed down, and we've discussed this topic many times before. ”

"It's all just speculation, don't think I don't know, you've always been biased against the good students of Slytherin House. Phineas said dissatisfied.

"It's not a guess, last semester's diary has confirmed everything, and the locket box with a powerful magical reaction on Aven's body should also be one. Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said calmly, "The problem now is the number left, he must have made many, there's no doubt about it." ”

There was silence in the office, and no one spoke.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand why I'm bringing the topic back to this, we're talking about this damn nameplate now. Phineas said rudely.

"Indeed, in order to escape death, ancient warlocks and dark wizards have done a lot of research, and no one can guarantee that there is a successful way to succeed other than making Horcruxes. "According to the description, that monster is more like a co-creation of necromancy and demonic magic, and it basically fits all the characteristics, maybe some dark wizard has directly made an evil modification of his body......"

"Nonsense, it's ridiculous, I've never heard of such magic. Phineas muttered quietly.

There was a murmur of muttering in the office, and the other principals and boys were skeptical of Quentin's reasoning because it sounded too terrifying.

"I think I've seen the pattern on this nameplate somewhere. A dry voice suddenly sounded, and the owner of the voice was an old man with a gloomy face, he was wearing a very old black wizard's robe, "In our time, because of the protracted war in the Muggle world, dark magic was once very popular, and many magic books have not been destroyed, I must have seen this pattern in some magic book." But it's been so long that I can't remember exactly......"

"What's the difference between that and saying nothing?!" Phineas said disdainfully, raising his voice to drown out the voices of the others talking, "Whether this monster is real or not, whatever it is, I don't think there's any need to worry because it's been wiped out by the great Salazar Slytherin himself!"

He was triumphant and proud of it.

Hearing him mention Salazar Slytherin, the other principals and girls did not refute it in a rare way, and they had respect for the four founders of the school.

Dumbledore looked at the nameplate in front of him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At that moment, the door to the office suddenly opened, and Snape, dressed in a black robe with a gloomy face, strode in.

On the walls, the portraits of all the headboys and girls were restored to their usual poses, and their faces sat upright in their chairs with solemn faces, as if they had never moved. (To be continued.) )