In fact, this magic circle is nothing more than a reverse communication transmission array, and this thing should be a bait thrown by those extraordinary creatures in the small world. They trick those who want power into killing living beings (preferably living people) for sacrifice, sucking the flesh and soul of the sacrificed creatures, and then giving the fools a little seed of power.

This power seed is not a good thing, it is a fragment of the soul under the division of a transcendent being. Fuse this thing into the body, and the mortal soul is weak, and it will be devoured little by little by the soul seeds of transcendent beings. At first, he felt that he had some abilities, but in the end, the sacrificer became the target of being eaten.

After the Shafiq Ancestor figured out this principle, he was very happy. He had reworked the summoning evil circle so that it could release a false signal that would make the transcendent creatures think that there were plenty of good sacrifices at all, without any sacrifice of the living beings.

In fact, this has become a fishing hook, and a hook that does not put any bait. Once the transcendent creature is fooled and comes to absorb the sacrifice, then it will not be so easy for him to leave, and he will be stuck by the evil array, and at this time, the ancestor of Shafiq can easily cut off the soul fragments he probed by casting the soul ingestion cutting spell.

Such a soul fragment is powerful, and as long as it is repeatedly refined with necromantic magic, it will obtain a completely blank powerful spirit body. This thing can be used directly as a geist or as a puppet, and is much more useful than ingesting Muggle souls mixed together, and is a rare and excellent item.

At that time, the Shafiq ancestor happily hooked up with the transcendent creatures that came over several times, cut off a lot of soul fragments, and made a lot of wandering spirits. The geist can only be used to probe the situation one or two, and when they are brought together in large quantities, they have great lethality, and they can directly impact the opponent's soul, or even annihilate his soul. It's amazing!

It's a pity that the true name of that transcendent creature must be engraved on each evil array, so that it can correspond to the summoning. After the Shafiq Ancestor cut a transcendent creature a few times, the other party was killed and never fooled again. He collected other summoning evil arrays and dealt with them in the same way, until in the end, there was no way to move, and there was no way to summon them.

The ancestors of Shafiq relied on a large number of wandering spirits, rampant and very beautiful. He wrote down his experiences in a booklet and passed them on to posterity.

Charon was secretly happy in his heart, and hurriedly memorized this evil array carefully. In particular, the six-pointed star array gap and the surrounding patterns, these patterns are actually the key to how to trap the evil spirits. That's the most important thing. Charon memorized it several times to make sure he was not mistaken.

When the happy holiday time was over and Charon returned to school, he found that the rumor was spreading more and more, and Harry was literally the target of everyone's attention, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. Several people were very depressed!

Charon did not dare to linger any longer, and that evening he slipped out of the castle, rode his broomstick, and hurried to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

It was a starry night, and Charon made his way to the lighted window of Hagrid's residence, and after a few seconds of knocking, Hagrid slammed the door open. He saw Hagrid with a set of bows and arrows pointed at him, and the Great Hound Tooth barked loudly behind him.

"Oh, it's you," Hagrid glared at him, putting down his weapon, "what are you doing here?"

"What does that do?" Charon asked as he walked into the room, pointing to the bow and arrow.

"Nothing...... Nothing," Hagrid mumbled, "I thought ...... Never mind...... Sit down...... I'm going to make tea......"

He seemed a little unsettled, and the water in the kettle spilled out, almost extinguishing the fire, and then his thick hand shook violently, knocking the teapot over.

"Are you alright, Hagrid?" Charon asked, "Have you heard anything lately?"

"Oh yes, I heard that." Hagrid said, his voice choked up.

"Alright then, I'll get straight to the point!" Charon asked directly, "Can you tell me about the events of fifty years ago?" ”

"Fifty years ago?!" Hagrid's mouth trembled, "What happened fifty years ago?" ”

"Fifty years ago, Tom. Riddle accuses you of opening the Chamber of Secrets! Charon stared into Hagrid's eyes and asked sternly, even though Hagrid was two times taller, but at this time, Charon seemed to be several times taller than him!

"Huh?" Hagrid sat down on the ground and muttered, "Mao Mao wouldn't do such a thing, it didn't do that." ”

"What is Maomao?" Hagrid always liked to give scary magical creatures a cute name, Charon had already learned it, he asked.

"It's just a little spider," Hagrid tried to argue, "a small, fluffy, cute little thing that I give it bread crumbs." Later, that person found out, and he wanted to denounce me, so I let Mao Mao go. Later, they all said that the girl's death was done by Mao Mao, and I was fired. ”

"Who's that guy?" Charon asked.

"Tom. Riddle. Hagrid was already stunned, and his mouth unconsciously answered all of Charon's questions.

"Tom. Riddle? What happened to him? ”

"He came after—" Hagrid suddenly sobered up, a flash of fear in his eyes, "he changed his name later, and he was the man!" ”

Charon naturally knows Tom. Riddle was Voldemort from his youth, and he wanted to know the details of the time to find out if there were any other entrances to the chamber. The girl's bathroom needed to be opened by snake language, and Charon didn't want to pull Harry to toss it with him unless it was absolutely necessary. This kid is so capable of causing trouble!

Just as Charon was about to continue his questioning, there was a loud knock on the door.

Hagrid threw away the fruitcake, and Charon looked at him, quickly retreated into a corner, and hid. When Hagrid saw that he had hidden it, he grabbed his bow and arrows and slammed the door open again.

"Good evening, Hagrid." It was Dumbledore.

He walked in with a very serious expression, followed by a very strange-looking man. The stranger was short, stocky, stocky, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face. His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a black-152-long cloak, purple pointed-toe boots. He wore a dark green top hat under his arm.

This is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic! Charon had seen his photographs.

Hagrid's face turned pale, and his head began to sweat. He slumped into a chair and looked at Dumbledore and then at Cornelius Fudge.

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a crisp and quick tone, "it's terrible to have to come, there's another attack on the little wizard, it's too much, the Ministry of Magic must take action." ”

"I didn't," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, "you know I didn't, Professor Dumbledore, sir......"

"I hope you understand, Connelly, that I trust Hagrid completely." Dumbledore said with a frown at Fudge.

"But you see, Albus," Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's track record is not in his favor." The Ministry of Magic had to take some action - the school board had been contacted. ”

"But Connelly, I'm still going to tell you that taking Hagrid away won't help at all." Dumbledore said.

His blue eyes glistened with anger Harry had never seen before.

"Look at it from my point of view," Fudge said, fiddling with his top hat, "I'm under a lot of pressure." Something had to be done. If it turns out that it wasn't Hagrid, he'll come back, not a word. But I had to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my own-"

"Take me away?" Hagrid said, shivering, "Where to take?"

"It's a short time," Fudge said, not looking Hagrid in the eye, "not a punishment, just a precaution." If you catch another person, you will be released with full apologies......"

"It's not Azkaban, is it?" Hagrid asked in a hoarse voice.

Hagrid jerked to his feet, his furry, black head brushing against the ceiling.

"Okay, I'll go." Hagrid said, donning his moleskin coat. However, just as he was about to follow Fudge out, he stopped and said loudly, "In my absence, someone needs to feed the teeth." ”

The door slammed shut, and Charon dodged out, looking depressed, "This is a problem," he calculated, "and the problem must be solved as soon as possible, and Hagrid must be cleared of his grievances." ”

Tooth barked wildly, clawing at the closed door.

The news of Hagrid's capture soon spread, and now a new rumor circulates that Hagrid was the guy who opened the secret room 50 years ago, and that he was fired because he raised a monster that killed a girl. Dumbledore, despite the objections, invited him back and asked him to help out at the school. Even Dumbledore's reputation has been damaged!

On this day, Lockhart jumped into the classroom, and his classmates stared at him in surprise. Every other teacher in the school seemed more serious than usual, but Lockhart seemed light-hearted.

"Alright, alright," he said, looking around happily, "why are you all with long faces?"

They exchanged annoyed glances, but no one answered.

"Don't you notice," Lockhart said, slowing his voice as if they were all sluggish, "the danger is over!" The criminals have already been taken away. ”

"Who said that?" Dean Thomas exclaimed.

"My dear young man, Hagrid would not have been taken away if the Minister of Magic had not found him 100% guilty." Lockhart said that tone, as if someone was explaining that one plus one equals two.

"Oh, not necessarily." Ron said, louder than Dean's.

"I'm confident I know a little more about Hagrid's arrest than you do, Mr. Weasley." Lockhart said in a smug tone.