The oversized, detailed, Transfiguration was done in one go, and even Dumbledore was a little out of breath.

He paused before moving on to the next step.

Scott followed him into the transformed Slytherin common room, where surveillance eyes were placed in various concealed places.

Eventually, they placed the vanishing cabinet under the bed in a dorm room in the same location.

When they came out of the ground, the others had already set up anti-apparition charms around them.

"The next thing is to wait."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and asked Minister Bones to leave with the others for the time being.

Ms. Bones nodded, and led the large force to hide in the distant woods.

In the end, only Scott and Dumbledore remained in place.

"Are you alright, Professor?"

Scott gave Dumbledore a worried look.

He might have to fight Voldemort next, and he was a little worried that the old headmaster wouldn't be able to hold on.

"Don't worry."

Dumbledore's state seemed to be back to normal.

"Voldemort won't come here so soon."

He turned and walked with Scott into the nearby woods, pulling out the [Magic Mirror] that Scott had placed with him.

What followed was a long wait.

Scott and Dumbledore kept staring at the surveillance footage in [Magic Mirror].

They waited for more than two hours, until dawn, when they finally saw a hand come out of the disappearing cabinet under the bed.

The horror-like image immediately woke Scott up.

"Here we are." He whispered.

"Yes, here they are." Dumbledore said.

Soon, an emaciated figure crawled out from under the dark bed.

It's little Malfoy.

His face was very pale, and he stood there waiting with a frightened expression.

Then, his three companions climbed out of the vanishing cabinet in turn.

Their faces were also very unsightly, and they seemed to be very frightened.

Scott was surprised and said, "The mysterious man actually let these young people take the lead? ”

Dumbledore sighed, "Tom hasn't changed. ”

At this moment, they all tacitly did not mention the name "Voldemort", lest Voldemort perceive their location.

Little Malfoy they didn't have to wait long, soon, Bellatrix? Lestrange crawled out of the vanishing cabinet with her unkempt black hair.

"Aunt Bella."

The panicked little Malfoy cried timidly.

"Shut up, Draco."

Bellatrix? Lestrange glared at him viciously.

She didn't treat Malfoy Jr. like a close relative at all.

Little Malfoy immediately did not dare to speak again, but took a few steps back and huddled in the corner of the bedroom with his little friend.

Follow, Bellatrix? Lestrange stepped aside as well.

It was only then that Scott noticed that she was walking with a slight limp.

He remembered the bite that the lady had been bitten by Gorzan last semester, and couldn't help but smile.

Gorzan's saliva is highly poisonous, although in the way Bellatrix? Lestrange slipped away quickly, but now it seems that she still missed the best time for treatment, leaving some after-effects.

Or maybe Snape didn't do his best to detoxify her?

He had just thought of Snape, who himself appeared in the surveillance footage.

He was still wearing his black robe, with greasy black hair.

After crawling out of the vanishing cabinet, he walked to the window alone, staring at the black lake water spot outside the glass window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Scott has always been a little curious, with Snape, a double agent, how could Dumbledore delay until the outbreak of the Vanishing Locker incident, and then think of using the Vanishing Locker to find Voldemort's whereabouts?

Could it be that Voldemort was so careful after the failure of the last operation that Snape had no chance to pass on the information at all?

If contact was lost, Snape would not have known that the Death Eaters had set a trap on their side.

In any case, he was already expecting to see how Snape would behave in this war.

Then came the elder Malfoy, who walked straight up to little Malfoy, blackened his face, and struck him on the head with the snake-headed cane in his hand.

Over the next few days, people crawled out of the vanishing lockers, and soon the small dormitory was filled with Death Eaters.

Everyone stood silently, bowing their heads respectfully and waiting.

Scott paid special attention to one of the people in the crowd, Lady Rohr, an undercover agent sent by Medea to Voldemort's side.

Soon, a cloud of black mist flew out of the vanishing cabinet, floated in the air, gathered into a human form, and finally turned into Voldemort.

Scott was expecting to see Voldemort crawl out of the vanishing locker, but he didn't expect it to be a big disappointment.

"Master."

All the Death Eaters fell to their knees and humbly bowed their heads.

"Hmmm......"

Voldemort narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly, and glanced around the bedroom.

"It's been decades......"

He looked around with some nostalgia.

"I didn't think I'd come back here."

"Master."

Bellatrix? Lestrange looked up and looked at Voldemort with feverish eyes.

"Right now...... Soon the entire wizarding world will belong to the master, and with this operation, we will definitely be able to eliminate Dumbledore. ”

"You're right, Bella."

Voldemort looked at her appreciatively, then at the others.

"Do you know why?"

Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, he gave the answer to himself.

"Because this is Hogwarts, Dumbledore can't retreat a single step."

"Tom really knows me."

Dumbledore whispered.

"In order to protect Hogwarts, I really can't take a single step."

"No one at Hogwarts will back down." "Last time too," Scott said. ”

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly, "I know, of course I do. ”

But he quickly shook his head again.

"But it's the incompetence of adults to let children go to war, and as an old guy who has been through generations, I often feel guilty about it."

"I hope this can be over as soon as possible."

Scott said, pulling out the crimson disposable Philosopher's Stone from his pocket and standing up.

"No one should come out of the vanishing cabinet again."

He's ready to cast a spell.

After all, the Slytherin lounge underground is actually fake, and no matter how it is restored, there are still many flaws.

If they wait any longer, maybe those people will find something different.

He held the disposable philosopher's stone tightly in one hand and slowly raised his wand in the other.

At this moment, an unusually large amount of magic power gathered in his body.

He felt his body swell a little, and the accumulated magic seemed to be desperate to vent out.

"Yggtrasil!"

A scurrying rune flew out, quickly forming a huge tree-like pattern.

The thick roots dug deep into the dirt above the Slytherin common room.

Then, as if a flashbang exploded, dazzling white light filled the eyes.

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