The thunderclouds dispersed, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

Ralph spread his magical wings, hovering the sky, scanning the world beneath him.

Pure thunder and lightning enveloped him from the void, shielding him from the gaze of the sky.

Magic is the medium, life and death are the attraction, and they cast their greed on the planet until she loses what is worth their gain.

The thunder and lightning dissipated, and Ralph glanced at the canopy, and seemed to see huge figures, floating in the universe, sucking the magic released by various planets.

With a soft cry, Ralph flew back to the Forbidden Forest.

The Magical Beasts rushed back, and the professors decided to go over and say their respects and thanks.

In the greenhouse area of the Forbidden Forest, Professor Sprout looked at the fallen branches and leaves on the ground, and directly covered his heart.

Professor McGonagall immediately went up to support her, and Madam Pomfrey poured a bottle of potion straight into it.

"Pomona, we'll help, don't worry tonight, the king's rain has given them enough life."

The centaur on the side reassured.

"Thank you."

Professor Sprout smiled a little far-fetched, furious that he would never let her know who had brought the Kemera Beast in.

Wang Shan, almost all the magical beasts are here.

Whether it's the irascible Poison Horn, the Potter Warthog, or the arrogant Horned Camel.

The books around are full of birds, large and small, all looking at Ralph in the center.

A brief ceremony of canonization unfolds in this way, it is not power, but honor, and reverence.

In the eyes of both the underage and many adult magical beasts, Ralph has long been their king and is rooted in the subconscious.

The Moon Beast danced around Ralph, a rare solemn occasion, and the moonlight in the sky converged and enveloped Ralph.

A crown was carried by a unicorn with a single horn, and with his head bowed, he stepped forward in a slow step.

The crown was filled with a surging white light, apparently blessed by the unicorns.

Umaru took the crown, trotted a few steps, and handed it to Basham, the old horseman.

Basham took the crown with both hands and walked in front of Ralph.

Ralph bowed his head, and Basham crowned him.

The moment the crown was put on, a tiny thorn appeared out of thin air and wrapped around the crown, adding a touch of nature.

The horsemen knelt on the ground with their front hooves on their chests, and looked directly at Ralph with their eyes to show their loyalty;

The unicorn bent its head down, and the silver unicorn showed its full face in front of Ralph;

The birds leaned forward and bowed their heads; The eight-eyed spider grabs the ground with its head;

The wizards present saluted......

An invisible wind blew, rustling, swaying, and all living beings felt the joy of the Forbidden Forest.

After countless years, the Forbidden Forest once again ushered in a king who was willing to give up his life for her and the people under her rule!

The Forbidden Forest tonight is cruel and gentle; It is dark and light; In the silence of the night, she was full of joy.

Hogwarts.

Declining the Forbidden Forest's invitation to magical beasts, they return to school.

"Is that the one?"

A professor asked Professor Flitwick.

"I don't know, but it's similar to the description, but it's not supposed to be there."

Professor Flitwick frowned.

"It doesn't matter if it's or not, it's all lost anyway, just treat it as if it's lost. It's so exciting tonight, I feel like I can't sleep."

Professor Gradir said excitedly that it was much more exciting than when he was out and about, exploring the ruins.

"That's not going to work, Sergei, you have class tomorrow, and you have to sleep tonight. I really can't sleep, you can ask Horace for some dreamless sleep potion, I don't want to hear that you are late for class tomorrow."

Professor McGonagall said, gesturing to Professor Sgrahorn.

Professor Sgrahorn nodded, looking at Professor Gradir gently, who replied with a somewhat decadent voice, but still undiminished enthusiasm.

"Okay, I will."

"Merlin! I have a great idea, and I'm going to give them a review of this fight tomorrow."

Professor Gladir was enthusiastic and looked at everyone with bright eyes.

Professor McGonagall gave him a casual look, "Just go to class, I don't have any other requirements."

"Coming back?"

A resentful voice came, it was Madam Pomfrey, and yes, Albus had put her at school so that the little wizard would not have an accident and that he could be cured.

"Hmm, Bobby. Did something happen to the little wizard?"

Albus asked with a calm look and a slight concern.

"Several, one more serious, I suspect some memories have been erased."

She frowned rarely, looked at everyone, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Bobby."

Professor McGonagall asked.

"Imperius Curse. I dare to judge, so I have to leave it to you."

Everyone glanced at each other, and saw the solemnity and anger in each other's eyes, and even shot at the little wizard, and they didn't even lose their faces.

When everyone arrived at the school hospital, they saw Slytherin, curled up in the hospital bed, shivering, who looked like a senior student.

When he saw the professors coming in, he seemed to be even more frightened, and he curled himself up in a ball, shaking all the time.

"Don't be afraid, child. No one can hurt you here."

Albus looked softly into his eyes, gently stroked his head, and said softly.

The little wizard slowly began to sob......

"Albus?"

After the professors came out of the hospital the professors, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore.

"He's still young and needs guidance, and I hope you can help him hide this."

Looking at Albus's determined eyes, everyone pressed their worries and nodded one after another.

Albus then asked Professor Sgrahorn to take more care of the student's mental health, and the professor agreed.

Back in the principal's office, Albus sat in his chair with a blank piece of parchment on the table in front of him.

He stared at the parchment, and the headmaster portraits secretly opened their eyes to pay attention to him.

After a long time, he picked up the quill and laid it down on the paper.

There was a pause, not knowing how to begin.

When he returned, the ink had blackened a large patch, and with a tap of his fingers, the parchment had turned white again.

"Gellert, are you alright? It's been so many years..."

Cross out!

"Dear Mr. Grindelwald, you—"

Cross out!

"Gellert..."

Cross out! Cross out!

Dumbledore lost his temper as he put the quill back and pressed it to his forehead.

The headmaster's portraits were a little afraid to look at him, and Fawkes just raised his wings, glanced at Albus, closed his wings and went back to sleep.

After a while, Fawkes was gently shaken awake.

"Peng!"

A fire burned on his body and his hair exploded. Albus stood in front of him and startled him.

"Here," Albus handed out the envelope and paused for a long time before saying, "Gail."

The voice was soft, but Fawkes didn't care about his state of mind.

He picked up the envelope, pulled it out, didn't move, and tilted his head to look at Albus.

"Shhh

Fox pecked Albus's hand, picked up the falling letter, and with a flash of fire, it was gone.

Looking out the window, Albus couldn't sleep.

It was a sleepless night for many.