"Is it possible, Professor Binns—" Amosta twitched the corners of her mouth, smirking in, "I'm the Amosta Blaine who arrested the Black Witch Vitia Cleona in August 1994 at the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final."

The crumpled and skeen-skinned phantom of Professor Binns' face trembled, and it continued to stare at Amosta, looking surprised and confused.

Amosta knew why, presumably in a magical history journal that had recorded his duel with Vitia this summer, and had been codified in historical documents as a landmark time, and only this situation could have allowed Professor Binns to remember his name so clearly.

And for Professor Binns, the characters in the history books are basically buried in the ground!

"Well, I'm Zlenit, Professor Binns—"

Amosta sighed, largely unhopeful of any key information he could get from Professor Binns,

"I'm here to ask you about the contents of this paper, um, it's about the Deathly Hallows, do you have an image of it?"

"I told you, Bean--"

Professor Binns stared blankly at the pattern on the parchment, and suddenly, he looked up at Amosta and rebuked in an annoyed tone,

"The study of history should be realistic, and there should be credible and reliable historical documents, not hearsay and some ridiculous rumors, and then mix them together like a story to mislead others, which will have serious consequences!"

uh-——

Amosta paused for a few seconds before realizing that Professor Binns's mind had drifted away again.

"But there are many instances that prove that they are real, Professor—"

Amosta's eyebrows twitched, and he flicked his wand, the tip of which sliced through the gloomy air, and a black stone the size of a thumb with a crack in the middle appeared in front of Professor Binns

"The Resurrection Stone, for example, is clearly recorded in the school history, and the great Slytherin once owned it."

Professor Binns was caught by the swirling black stone floating in front of him, and it was silent for a long time, if it weren't for the consternation on his old face, Amosa would have thought that Professor Binns's mind was completely down.

Then, in a given second, Professor Binns suddenly 'came alive' again, glaring angrily at Amosta,

"Salazar does have a gold ring with this black stone embedded in it, but I've never heard him call it the Resurrection Stone, Paynes, there's no point in obsessing with these, they won't help you become great, I hope your paper goes back to reliable history, or I'll have it cleared out of my office, my office doesn't have so many myths and stories!"

A gold ring

Amosta, who had changed his name three times in just a few minutes, moved, and then he immediately realized that Paynes was the compiler of the paper.

"Did you do that, Professor Binns?" Amosta 'said sadly', "Who did you let clean up those papers?" ”

"Denetney, Pohawk, Lanetti, I don't remember, Amosta!"

Professor Binns waved his hand again in annoyance, and instead of paying attention to the question, he floated back to the cold fireplace, and sternly admonished,

"Your paper on the 1289 International Wizarding Conference is not up to par, Amosta, if you don't turn in a new one before Christmas, then even if you get an 'E' in the OWLS, I won't let you into my improvement class!"

After another half an hour of pestering, Amosa was finally kicked out of his office by Professor Binns, and the only thing that was reassuring during the entire conversation was that Slytherin had probably passed on the Resurrection Stone, and that he had made it into the shape of a ring.

Also, Professor Binns briefly said his correct name, except that it thought it was time to be a young wizard

The Resurrection Stone is one of the three coordinates, and if Slytherin and the other three founders are of the same mind, then the ring will be more important than his locket, and he will ensure that the Resurrection Stone will be passed down to this era in the millennium.

That is, if Voldemort successfully obtained the ring left by his great ancestor, would he have made it into a Horcrux?

Judging by Voldemort's fascination with the relics of the Big Four, this is very likely. If that's the case, where would Voldemort hide it? Was it like a notebook, given to a trusted Death Eater, or was it like the Ravenclaw crown that Amosta accidentally found and the locket in a cave by the sea, hidden in some hidden location where Voldemort had been?

It's a hard thing to say, Amosta doesn't have a clue about it, maybe Dumbledore has some clues.

"Oh, so you're here, Brian, I'm looking for you everywhere!"

Amosta was immersed in his thoughts, when he heard a hoarse voice behind him, and he was stunned to find that he had gone back to the office, but he had unknowingly gone down the wrong floor, standing in front of a porch on the second floor.

"Professor Moody?"

Amosta raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he quietly glanced at the parchment in Moody's hand and asked,

"What's the matter?"

Two young wizards happened to pass down the stairs, and after greeting Professor Bryan and Professor Moody, they ran away as fast as they could.

Professor Moody stopped, and Amosta could see that he didn't want to talk about what he had to say in a crowded area, so he waved to him,

"Come on, Professor Moody, come to my office and say that I can warm you up with a cup of hot tea and roast your soaked boots by the way--"

"I'm sorry, Vitia—"

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, in the temple of the Centaur tribe.

Horseman Elder Horn, who was prostrate on the ground, looked apologetically sitting on the futon, and looked like Vitia Cleona with a calm expression. The open door brought a breeze with the scent of ice and snow to stir Vitia's long, soft emerald green hair, which was scattered to set off Vitia's refined temperament.

It's just that, at this moment, there is a ray of embarrassment in the green eyes of the priestess who seems to be unclean, and this vivid emotion adds a little fireworks to her.

"After the snow, it becomes more difficult to obtain food in the woods, and the centaurs have enough food to survive the winter, of course, we are willing to share, but I am afraid that there is still no way to ensure that your sect members living in the secret realm survive the winter."

"It's us, Elder Horn, who should apologize, for the trouble we've caused you--" Vitia owed, "It's me who didn't think it through, Elder Horn, and I'll find a way to fix the food problem as soon as possible." ”

"But what are you going to do?"

Elder Horn's voice was worried, and it looked at Vitia with a kind look that it had never seen when it had spoken to Amosta and Dumbledore,

"Your cultists can't go into the woods to gather food, they can't be exposed to the eyes of wizards, you can only buy food from the wizard's world, but this requires wizards' currency, I think, you probably don't have a lot of gold-"

"We've got some Muggle currency in our hands—"

After thinking about it, Vitia said,

"I can use that money to buy some money in the Muggle world, you know, we don't want to have fun, we just need to fill our stomachs"

Horn fell silent.

There are hundreds of Druids living in the secret realm, and if it were just 'some Muggle currency', it would obviously not be able to help them survive until next spring and summer.

"You're in the service of the castle now, Vitia, and as far as I know, wizards will be paid, those."

"I've already spent that money on the raw materials for potions--" Vitia said helplessly, "The materials used to make camouflage potions, those ingredients aren't cheap--"

"Potion ingredients?"

Horn blinked, and came to his senses,

"Oh, I remember, there are indeed quite a few wizards who have gone deep into the forest to gather some plants. If you can teach us that we are valuable to wizards, we can help collect them, and then you can exchange them all for currency or food among wizards! ”

(End of chapter)