At about eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Amosta, who had hurriedly finished the meeting, left Dumbledore's office.

His cheeks were a little stiff from the long smile that had been echoed for a long time, and even though Dumbledore was no longer in sight, his expression was still like a smile.

There's no way, begging for life, smiling and shuddering.

Although they chatted for more than three hours, he still didn't understand what Dumbledore's purpose was for summoning him tonight, recalling the whole conversation, Amosta found that Dumbledore didn't give himself a chance to state any plan at all, but just pulled his thoughts to travel all over the world, like an old friend who hadn't met for a long time, and a drunken gossip.

And the only catch was that he still had a small half bottle of whiskey left in his hand, and Dumbledore gave it to him very generously.

This was very unreasonable, and the trust shown by Dumbledore did not match his cautious personality at all.

The corridors were empty, the portraits on both sides of the walls were snuggling up to torches and sleeping soundly, and even the dedicated castle caretaker Filch had left the school to visit his old friends during the Christmas holidays.

The cold wind that blew into the castle through the window hole was still biting, but the snow was no longer falling, and the shadow of the moon struggling to break free could be seen in the thick clouds.

Amosta stood in front of a window hole at the corner of the staircase, looking with great interest into the distance, the Forbidden Forest was dark and invisible, and the flickering light of the fire in Hagrid's hut was almost the only light in the bottomless night.

"I'm glad you made it out of Dumbledore's office alive, Amosta, and I'm even thinking about how to make your funeral,"

Snape had changed into his taro-purple pajamas, leaning against the wall around the corner, staring at the bottle in Amosta's hand and sneering

"Could it be that Dumbledore's dementoring has regressed so much that he has to rely on a truth potion to dig out of your mouth the sins you've committed over the years?"

"You're still so sharp, Professor,"

Amosta turned his head to look at Snape in the shadows and smiled,

"Headmaster Dumbledore didn't use the Truth Elixir on me, but it looks like he's figured out what he wants to know from me."

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A ray of moonlight that leaped over thousands of mountains and rivers passed through the window grille, forming several rectangular spots of light side by side on the floor of the ward of the school hospital.

"Fluorescent flickering."

Confirming that Madam Pomfrey had gone back to sleep in her little room, Hermione quietly opened her eyes, squirmed into the futon, and pulled out a copy of Common Magical Sickness from under her pillow that she had asked Harry to borrow from the library.

Although Madam Pomfrey promised her that the hair on her face would fade in a few weeks, Hermione hoped that if she could, Hermione would have found a way to shorten the time, otherwise she would not know how to explain to those who could foresee her visit why she had grown a beautiful beard on her cheeks.

Perhaps due to the influence of animal habits, Hermione was prostrate like a real cat, her white palms unconsciously clutched into cat's paws on the pages, and under the tightly knit futon, a slender cat's tail slipped out and rested on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside the hospital room made Hermione's ears flutter above her head, and in a very short time, after ruling out that it was Harry, Ron, and Madam Pomfrey, who was on night patrol, Hermione's hair suddenly exploded, and her expression was terrified.

Could it be that you have been the murderer of the secret room attack?!

She hurriedly extinguished the light of her wand and lay back on her bed, her hand under the futon clutching her wand tightly.

"It's rare to hide what is going on in this school from Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor, are you sure he really doesn't know anything?"

"You can call him hypocritical, but he won't let anyone use intrigues to harm the students here."

A dark, deep voice answered the previous question, and this voice was familiar to Hermione, Professor Snape, Harry's most hated and the most biased Potions professor against Gryffindor students in the entire faculty.

The voice from before, Hermione, who had a great memory, was sure she had never heard of it.

However, at least from the conversation, it is clear that the comer is not the heir of Slytherin.

After a brief hesitation, Hermione's furry head emerged from under the futon, and thanks to the thick pads growing on the soles of her feet, she didn't make a single noise as she touched the door.

At Snape's signal, Amosta pulled back the veil and walked forward quickly, carefully examining the two young boys who had been attacked on the hospital bed next to them.

"The gray-haired one is Colin Creevey, and the other is Justin Finch, from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, both of whom are of Muggle descent and are sensitive to magic, Amosta, tell me what you think."

Amosta stood between the two beds and leaned down, his expression focused, there seemed to be two swirls in his lilac eyes that were slowly spinning, he looked at Colin Creevey who was holding his hand up to take pictures, and then at Justin Finchrie, who looked frightened, and from time to time poked and tapped the hardened skin of the two people with his fingers, and the sound of the bang was very clear in the quiet school hospital.

"What did Dumbledore say?"

Instead of answering the question directly, Amosta sat down on the bed, stared solemnly into Colin's eyes, and asked casually.

"He thinks it's a very advanced form of dark magic that requires a lot of magic that is beyond the power of a young wizard, and besides, he has privately told Minerva that he personally does not have the ability to directly unravel such a powerful petrification spell."

"Heh, I have reservations about the latter point."

Amosta pursed her lips, then pointed to Colin's eyes and spoke her opinion

"It's not black magic, it's a curse, and the abnormal magic uses the eyes of these two unlucky little guys as a window, freezing the flow of magic in their bodies, and outwardly it appears as petrified."

"Minerva, Filius, and Pomona have all hinted at me in a subtle way..."

Snape looked a little annoyed, "I did observe, those kids in the courtyard are desperate to be in the limelight now, no one likes to hide their strength like you did, they don't have this ability." ”

"The Principal's collection of flame whiskey is indeed very old..."

Amosta stood up and moved his body, but he didn't prevent his brain from being dizzy, and he almost fell down, he rubbed his temples against the bedpost, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and when he heard Snape's vague complaints, remembering the self who was wary of everything, Amosta smiled,

"You're misguided, Professor, I told you that their petrification is caused by anomalous magic, which means it's less like it came from a wizard and more like... For example, it's like the magic that flows through the blood and nerves of a fire dragon, which is very different from the wizard's style. ”

Hermione, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened her yellow eyes and shook excitedly... Paw.

Amosta looked amusefully at the room diagonally opposite, and in his vision, the magic of the little wizard behind the hidden door was as conspicuous as the moon rising in the darkness.

"So, it's not just ridiculous rumors that Salazar Slytherin left a monster in the Chamber of Secrets, is it?"

Snape's voice was back in the shadows, the greatest of the Big Four, Slytherin, who had always been the pride of the Academy's graduating wizards, but at this moment, Snape was more annoyed than revered by the Academy's founder.

"As things stand, that's the most likely."

Amosta laughed at the dark wizards in the underworld who coveted Slytherin's treasures, and they probably didn't think that what Slytherin had painstakingly left behind in the Chamber of Secrets was just a magical animal.

However, his mission is to find and give the contents of the Chamber to Kakus Foley, and it has nothing to do with him.

After confirming that he didn't have the ability to unravel the curse immediately, Amosta couldn't get more from the petrified Colin and Justin, and he re-covered the veil for the two of them, and his tone was very indifferent,

"Actually, I'm more curious about what is the reason why the attackers didn't do it when they had the ability to kill them directly after they were petrified, was it just to enjoy the thrill of creating fear? This seems like something that only a pervert would do--"

"This is a question that not only you and I are curious about, but I think Miss Hermione Granger is also curious!"

Ouch!

Amosta and Snape were about to leave, but when they passed by Hermione's hospital room, Snape suddenly took out his wand and swung it towards the ward, Hermione behind the door let out a startled scream, staggered out directly from behind the door, rolled around twice and happened to lie at Amosta's feet.

"Oh my God--"

In the silent silence, Amosta quietly opened his mouth, and he looked at Snape with a mocking face, and then lowered his head to stare at the little wizard who was almost curled up,

"When did the cat-eared lady appear in the wizarding world?!"

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