Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 84 83: He is just a child, what’s wrong with learning Lihuo?
The blue light of Li Huo illuminated the entire corridor, just like a painting, and the scene seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Apart from the sound of the burning fire and the little wizard's gentle breathing, there was no sound at all.

There was no other sound.

Snape's hand was shaking as he held his wand.

Along the way, he thought about the many possibilities he might encounter. He was even mentally prepared for the worst, that he might take away Ian's cold body.

Who could have imagined that there were corpses, still steaming hot, but they were all floating in the air. The little wizard, who had been thought to pay the price for his recklessness, didn't even get a piece of cloth dirty.

"Who taught you Fiendfyre?" After a long time, Snape put down the wand in his hand with a complicated look. He felt a power from Ian that did not belong to the little wizard.

Even worse than that guy back then.

"Principal Dumbledore praised me for my good use of Fiendfyre." Ian still did not betray his friend. He just answered the question irrelevantly and found a reason for himself to "legally" own Fiendfyre.

"Are you still expecting Dumbledore to give you an award?" Snape looked at the ruby ​​on the ground angrily. The Fiendfyre raged but did not touch the gem at all.

This control power... made him feel a little cold.

"Special Contribution Award? I think so. The guy you asked me to watch almost set fire to the whole school. If I hadn't arrived in time, he might have succeeded."

Ian looked at the portrait of Silly Barnabas.

"I can vouch for him."

Silly Barnabas used his head to receive the giant's stick and gave Ian a thumbs up. "When Dumbledore dies, it would be best if you could take over as the next headmaster of Hogwarts. I have long been fed up with the current academic education methods. Perhaps you can restore the glory of the Peregrine School."

As expected, this portrait was created more than ten centuries ago. The idea is a little different. Of course, nostalgia is nothing to be surprised about.

"Shut up, you idiot who is humiliated under the troll's crotch!" Snape glared at stupid Barnabas fiercely and walked to the area where the ruby ​​was lying quietly.

He looked at Ian.

Ian immediately withdrew the fierce fire around the ruby ​​- the fire ash snakes were still emerging, and only the barrier formed by this fierce fire could protect them from the harassment of the fire ash snakes.

"What is he doing here?"

Snape grabbed the gem on the ground and, without any careful identification, smashed it directly to the ground. A wisp of red mist rose from the broken gem and then dissipated.

The next moment, the fire ash snake, which had been attacking frantically, suddenly began to run around wildly, as if it had suddenly returned to its original nature of just wanting to find a safe place to lay eggs.

"What's the principle?"

Ian undoes most of the Fiendfyre.

"Is he here looking for this product of dark magic?" Snape began to understand the situation, frowning, looking at the wall where the door of the Room of Requirement had disappeared.

"No, he came here to look for something else, but he didn't seem to find it, so he got furious and wanted to burn down the school." Ian temporarily concealed the matter of the crown.

There was no way. The crown had been returned to its original owner. He couldn't explain where he had taken the crown. He couldn't just say that he found a random shop and sold it, right?
Hemp egg!

Blame it on Voldemort!

Why does Voldemort always like to stop others from studying!
"Maybe what he's looking for is around here?"

Ian glanced at the portrait of Silly Barnabas. Silly Barnabas didn't say anything. He remembered that Silly Barnabas couldn't take the initiative to mention the crown to others.

"What is he looking for?" Snape demanded.

Ian shook his head.

"He didn't find it. He just kept mumbling about how Dumbledore wouldn't let him go and that the Dark Lord would kill him. I guess he was working for He Who Must Not Be Named."

He was still only telling part of the truth.

"The entire Carrow family were once followers of that man. He may want to find that man's relics and try to use them to revitalize his own family." Snape's eyes flickered slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking. His explanation was obviously intended to dispel any doubts that might have arisen in Ian's mind.

"Remember, that man is dead. He died on that night ten years ago. This is a recognized history in the wizarding world. What you heard was just the crazy talk of Affrison Carrow!"

"He has been affected by that man's evil relics!" Snape warned Ian in a somewhat harsh voice, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

"But if the professors ask, where are the relics that affected Alfred Carrow?" Ian was of course aware that Voldemort was not dead but just hiding, and he also knew that Snape also lost his white moonlight that night. He did not expose Snape's lies nor did he want to open the scar.

"This is none of your business. The professors can't ask you about it because they won't know you've been here. I'll cast an Unspeakable Curse on this damn portrait!"

Snape looked at the portrait of Barnabas, took out the magic wand and cast a spell directly on the portrait. Barnabas's strenuous resistance did not make him hesitate at all.

"You are all equally bad..."

Silly Barnabas fell to the ground with a look of despair on his face.

After many years.

He didn't expect that he would be cursed in the same way. He was just a painting. What had he done wrong? It wasn't like he wanted to be placed at the door of this place of trouble.

"Is everything okay now?" Ian breathed a sigh of relief and memorized the spell used by Snape. He prepared to go back and look up this practical magic.

"Why weren't you so naive when you set Fiendfyre free and killed people?" Snape sneered with gritted teeth, then looked at Ian with a stern expression.

"I just asked you to keep an eye on him! I didn't ask you to kill him! No! You shouldn't have followed him here at all!" Snape still felt a little scared when he thought about it now.

Hearing this, Ian sighed helplessly, "You said you were following orders and lying down, and the professors were too busy to handle it. It seems that he is planning to sneak out and do some dirty and bad things."

"I was just following your instructions and keeping an eye on him. If he hadn't wanted to burn down the entire school, I wouldn't have been willing to step in and stop his completely crazy behavior."

As he spoke, Ian pointed at the armor that he had manipulated with Transfiguration and said, "Can you believe this? That guy with a mental problem actually cast two Unforgivable Curses on me right after we met. We couldn't even have a proper talk. This is how it ended in seventh grade. God knows how many bad things he will do after graduation."

A tone full of amazement and emotion.

The veins on Snape's forehead began to throb.

"How can Carlo compete with you? Tsk tsk, Fiery Flame, you have secretly learned this kind of magic in your first year. What do you want to do? Do you want to use it to make everyone submit to you?"

Snape stared at Ian.

"This is the romance that only existed in the Middle Ages. I still remember that year, two of my friends died in a friendly fight. This scene today seems to have made me feel much younger again."

The silly Barnabas on the wall took the opportunity to sigh, and Snape simply flicked his wand, and the entire frame was sealed with some substance, and no sound could be heard from inside.

Poor ballet teacher.

"Am I not using Fiendfyre to protect everyone? The only evil thing is the wizard, not magic. You are a professor, how can you not understand such a simple truth!"

Ian's eyes widened.

"You killed a person! The most important thing is that you used such vicious black magic!" Snape's voice suddenly rose, and his gritting teeth tone became more excited.

"Do you think Dumbledore is your lenient headmaster? And the special contribution award? No matter how reasonable you think your behavior is, Dumbledore will not tolerate you continuing to live in Hogwarts!"

There was also a bit of worry that was difficult to conceal on his annoyed face.

"You don't understand how sensitive Dumbledore is to the Dark Arts. If you want him not to send you to Azkaban, I'm afraid you'll need me to plead with him on your behalf!"

obviously.

In Snape's view, killing is not a big deal. Ian's use of Fiendfyre to kill people is the real trouble. His anger and anxiety now come more from his concern for Ian.

In his opinion.

Ian's behavior must have violated Dumbledore's bottom line.

"Haven't you already taken care of it?"

Ian looked at the portrait shrouded in a layer of bubble membrane in surprise.

"This can be hidden from other professors, but it certainly cannot be hidden from Dumbledore. He always knows things that he cannot possibly know. This is our current headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"The most powerful wizard of the 20th century! If you knew your friend's family, you would understand that Dumbledore is far more powerful and terrifying than people praise!"

"Prince, he is not a savior, he is a winner!"

Under normal circumstances.

Snape would never say such things to anyone else.

But Dumbledore's crazy behavior today made him extremely frightened. He could no longer figure out Dumbledore's thoughts, so he had to make this talented and daring relative realize the cruelty of the world.

"Sigh~"

Ian felt Snape's seriousness, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong. He couldn't really watch Alfred Carrow set fire to the entire school, could he?
Dumbledore did not appear when the professors were dealing with the Ash Snakes. It was highly likely that Dumbledore was not in school at that time, and this was when Hogwarts' defense was at its weakest.

True.

There might be some defensive measures in Hogwarts, but this is obviously not something you can gamble on. If you lose, at least a large area will be burned. Ian made his promise to Hogwarts when he took away the gold galleons and crowns in the Room of Requirement not far away.

If not.

How could he really follow Alfred Carrow up the stairs just because of Snape's instructions? Of course, Ian had anticipated the current situation by daring to use Fiendfyre.

"Maybe I need to ask a friend to write a letter and plead for me."

If Snape's comments were not alarmist, and Dumbledore really could always figure out things that he shouldn't have known, then some things would no longer be secrets.

This was actually something Ian had never expected. Before helping his friend to inquire, how could he have expected that he would find out about the school principal?
Ariana is so weak... How could she have such a strong brother! When Ian got the news about Penelope, he was not calm for a while. Penelope and Dumbledore had obviously revealed their secrets, and the sentence "Dumbledore wanted me to tell you" was definitely an interesting reply.

Even though Senior Penelope didn't know what the secret was, she had already told Ian about Dumbledore's emotions in a subtle way.

"If you're counting on little Grindelwald to plead for you, you'd better give up this ridiculous idea as soon as possible. Little Grindelwald may not be able to protect himself now."

Snape recalled the look in Dumbledore's eyes before.

He still felt a chill down his spine.

"What happened to Aurora? I really didn't see her today."

Ian asked, frowning.

"What will happen to her depends on what she does." Snape obviously didn't want to say more. He frowned and stared at Ian with a look of disappointment.

"She has been temporarily protected by some people. You should worry more about yourself!"

The cold-faced but warm-hearted Potions professor snorted and gave a low reminder.

"Actually, I have more than one friend, Aurora."

Ian felt that Snape had some misunderstandings about him.

Is he the kind of loner?

"Instead of counting on me, if you can get Gryffindor to crawl out of his grave and intercede for you, maybe that will help a little. Now just follow me back to the hall and pretend nothing happened."

"I will go find Dumbledore. We must not discuss this matter with him until he finds out. Before I give you a reply, you'd better behave yourself and not cause any more trouble."

Snape walked quickly to the front with his wand in hand. The fire ash snake was no longer abnormal, and it was much less dangerous, but it was not completely unpredictable.

After all, all animals have a sense of territory. If you get close to the place where the fire ash snake lays its eggs, the fire ash snake that has laid eggs but has not yet dispersed will still be very aggressive.

"Is Gryffindor buried near Hogwarts?" Ian followed Snape. He didn't know Gryffindor, but he had a piece of clothing that Ravenclaw had touched.

I don't know if it can be sold at a high price. Oh, I didn't seize the opportunity at that time. It would be great if I could get Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw to sign it for him. When he comes back, he can quickly add some words in front of the signature, and then accept the offer in the Ravenclaw lounge...

"I told you to be quiet! Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Snape slapped Ian on the back of the neck. Ian's words reminded him of what he had seen in Hogsmeade village.

Corpse Control Curse.

Now comes the Fierce Fire Curse... Well, compared to this troublesome magic, learning the Corpse Control Curse might be considered as being clever. At least playing with corpses can only be considered a moral issue.

Li Huo is different.

Snape only hoped that Dumbledore would consider his years of loyalty and not react like an old friend... It was true that the Prince family had not produced any good people in recent generations, but obviously there had been no geniuses in the dark arts either. How come a little bastard like Ian appeared now!
Snape, puzzled, urged Ian to return to the hall.

Since Snape destroyed the ruby ​​that contained unknown magic, the crisis in the hall was resolved, but the professors still needed to lead the senior wizards to assist Professor McGonagall in clearing the source.

It takes more than one fierce demonic flame to give birth to such a large number of Fire Ash Snakes. Any corner of Hogwarts may be a breeding ground for Fire Ash Snakes.

"Follow them back to bed."

Snape brought Ian into the hall through the side door. Madam Pomfrey, who was not very strong in fighting, was organizing the students to return to their respective colleges with Madam Hooch, the flying teacher, and other faculty members. The first thing to be cleaned was the common room, as the young wizards needed a restful night's sleep.

Of course, compared to the anxious and nervous little wizards in the other three houses, most of the students in Gryffindor were very excited.

"I must write to my dad and tell him how exciting this evening was. He will definitely envy me for my experience."

"Did you see that? I was the one who saved Professor Flitwick just now. Although the snake was more than ten meters away from Professor Flitwick, I bet Professor Flitwick didn't see it."

"Headmaster Dumbledore should give us three days off so that I can get some friends to go to the Forbidden Forest for another adventure... er, I mean, let us calm down our frightened hearts."

……

Although Ian also disliked those loudmouths in Gryffindor, it was undeniable that the fighting power of Gryffindor students was indeed strong, and they were the college that provided the most help to the professors.

"Aren't you going to comfort the Slytherin children?" Ian watched Snape turn around and leave, then looked at the first and second year wizards who were crying in Slytherin.

"This is a lesson for these slugs to grow up. Hothouse flowers cannot support the glory of their family." Snape flicked his cloak and disappeared around the corner of the corridor in front of the side door.

"Doesn't Slytherin have half-blood wizards too..." Ian watched as the Ravenclaw prefect began to organize people to return to the common room, and immediately joined the huge group.

What happened tonight might have been a crisis, but after it calmed down everyone was reminiscing about it. Some senior wizards reflected on and discussed the shortcomings of today's performance as they walked.

The young wizards were more concerned about the belongings they left in the dormitory.

"I'm still smarter."

Ian shook his bulging robe. All his valuables were on him, and the borrowed books were wrapped in oil paper and stuffed into the water tank in the bathroom.

Go back to dorms.

It turned out that Ian's decision was not wrong. Although there were some signs of fire ash snake activity in the bathroom, the books hidden in the water tank were still intact.

Michael and William were not so lucky.

"Damn it! The fire ash snake burned my underwear!" William felt that his loss was very heavy. His face turned pale and he seemed to be shaky and might faint at any time.

"Those are the underwear I just bought not long ago! There's a moving Dumbledore character pattern on it!" William's wailing made Ian couldn't help but look sideways.

He felt that he had to be on guard against this roommate. What decent person would buy such a weird style of underwear? Wouldn't it feel weird when wearing it?

"Gone! All the food I stockpiled with great difficulty is gone! Damn fire ash snakes! When I grow up, I must invent a snake killer that can make them extinct!"

The black guy Michael also suffered a great loss. Almost all the food he secretly brought back from the auditorium was destroyed. However, Ian thought it was not a bad thing.

"Everything from last night has gone bad."

He was kind enough to comfort her.

The black guy showed an even more frustrated expression. "They are just rotten, not inedible. They just make you diarrhea. The potion made by Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary is as delicious as a drink."

What a reasonable speech.

Ian felt that his roommate might have some mental problems.

"Remember to sneak me two bottles next time."

He was probably not a normal person, and he was actually curious about the smell of the potion. After checking his bed, Ian was not without any loss.

The quilt and sheets were already torn and had a burnt smell and color. Even the suitcase under the bed could not escape the fate of being destroyed by the fire ash snake.

These are not big things.

There is magic after all.

"If you ask me, the school should compensate us for our losses." William complained indignantly. His clothes and socks were also damaged, but his reaction was not as great as the fact that his underwear was gone.

"Whoever committed the crime should be held responsible for compensation. I don't know if the professors can find out who it is." Michael was quite reasonable, but it was a pity that his idea was doomed to be impossible to achieve.

The people who needed to be compensated were still in Hogwarts...but Affleson Carrow was now everywhere.

"I need to calm down."

Ian rummaged through his suitcase and found that some of his clothes were badly damaged, but the few cans of soda he brought from the Muggle world to the wizarding world were still intact.

"Thanks to Emmar Clinian Freeze for inventing the can." Ian opened the pull ring of a can of Coke and took a few gulps.

"Recover as before!"

Ian cast a healing spell on the bottle mouth, and the can that had been opened closed again, as tightly sealed as if it had never been opened.

"I love magic!"

Ian pulled the ring again.

Well known.

The first sip of Coke is the best Coke. "Can you help me restore my underwear?" William came to Ian's bed with a handful of ashes. He obviously hadn't learned the spell casting in the late first grade.

For Ian's coke.

He and Michael had already met it and were not very interested. For those who were exposed to it for the first time, Coke was indeed not as popular as its loyal fans.

On sweetness.

Many drinks in the wizarding world are much sweeter than Coke.

"Ugh~~"

Ian burped for a long time and looked at the fragments in William's hand. "I think even if Merlin came, he probably wouldn't be able to change this thing back to its original state."

While talking.

Ian also tried it.

As expected, for something that has completely turned into another substance, perhaps only Transfiguration can do the job, but after revoking the [Influence], the ashes will still turn into ashes.

"Buy another one."

Ian didn't want to see himself having to give his all one day while his roommate's underwear turned to ashes on the spot. He could only shake his head to indicate that he was powerless.

“This is a limited edition!”

William looked sad. He took the handful of ashes to his bed and put them in a small box. He didn't know whether he kept them to motivate himself to learn magic or had some other meaning.

"Recover as before!"

Ian began to restore the mess in the dormitory as much as possible. Everyone's beds were restored to brand new state, and the broken furniture and tables began to return to their original intact state.

"You're amazing. No wonder you don't study much at night. You must have learned all the first grade content!" William did not forget to praise Ian despite his grief.

"You're only eleven years old, why are you so timid even in your imagination!" Ian finally started to repair his suitcase, and he didn't feel tired at all after the operation.

Level eight magic power.

The fierce fire in the corridor today did not make him feel much of a burden.

"Did you go anywhere when we were in the auditorium just now? I wanted to share with you the Bibi Every Flavour Beans that Rebecca gave me, but I couldn't find you after searching for a long time." Michael had recovered from the sadness of losing the food, and he took out an empty box from his robe.

"This is the first gift she gave me. Even though it was leftover from her meal, I must treasure it for the rest of my life and use it to tell our story to our children in the future."

Michael seemed to be embracing some treasure.

"I have to pee urgently, I'm going to find a toilet." Ian didn't want to annoy Snape. Some beeping didn't have to be fake, and he didn't want everyone in the school to know that he had killed someone.

He didn't know if it was because he had seen the effect of Aurora's killing with Fiery Flame before, but today he just couldn't bear to watch when Fiery Flame jumped onto Affrison Carlo.

Now recalling it again.

The ups and downs in his heart were not as big as he had imagined... Maybe it was because the fire burned fast enough. Apart from this reason, Ian felt that he could not find a second reason.

"But when we came back, I saw Professor Snape came back with you. Were you two competing to see who could pee farther?" Michael's eyesight was really sharp. He actually paid attention to Ian's movements of going out and coming back the whole time.

"Ian must have his reasons for leaving. He must have something important to do. Maybe he has already saved the world without us knowing!" William smoothed things over for Ian. Although he certainly had never seen Ultraman, he obviously knew how to flatter people.

This may be what is called talent!

The genetic accumulation of several generations!

"Saving the world? That's too much. I'm not Harry Potter. Don't flatter me like that, or I'll have to treat you to chocolate frogs tomorrow."

Ian had seen the name of the savior in many books, which was why many people in the wizarding world were excited when they saw Harry Potter.

Too many people have mentioned this savior in books.

"Do you know Harry Potter too? I am really grateful to him. He avenged my father." Even Michael is a fan of Harry Potter, which shows that Harry Potter is also quite influential among the younger generation.

There is a reason why Draco Mafen wants to be friends with Harry Potter.

"My grandfather always said that the You-Know-Who was just a terrorist waving a magic wand around. His failure was inevitable. Even without Harry Potter, I think Ian would be able to defeat him when he grows up!"

"With little Lord Grindelwald!" William, who was determined to have a good relationship with Ian, tried his best to praise Ian, the leader of the "new generation of saints."

He didn't even shy away from Michael. In fact, William had tried to incite Michael to join more than once today, and no one knew where he got such energy and enthusiasm.

It is obvious that he himself is still a "three-no" person.

"brush!"

Ian stood up suddenly.

Both William and Michael were shocked.

"Do you want to go out?"

William thought he had said something wrong and looked a little uneasy and nervous.

"I need to polish your recommendation letter. I found that I didn't have a clear understanding of your strengths before. I am a person who is always rigorous in doing things."

Ian sat down at the small table.

I really started writing.

This made William very happy, and he gave him a lot of auspicious words. Even Michael couldn't stand his flattery, and he covered his face and couldn't help muttering.

"I may not be able to learn William's trick even after seven years of study. It's over. I will never be able to enter the Ministry of Magic in the future."

……

Outside Hogsmeade village.

The land baptized by fire has become a shocking scorched earth. The forest within a radius of hundreds of meters has completely disappeared, and only the remaining steaming heat proves what happened here.

Dumbledore held his wand.

Around him lay more than a dozen corpses that had already merged into the ruins.

"Huhuhu~"

A black smoke floated over.

Dumbledore, with a calm expression and slow breathing, raised his head and watched the rolling black mist fall to the ground and transform into the Hogwarts Potions professor in a black robe.

"I thought you would leave a few alive." Snape spoke in a low voice. The pungent smell of smoke and burnt smell filled the air, making him frown and cover his nose.

"Riddle is so anxious that he lets these people die to delay me. Where is the thing he wants to find?" Dumbledore's eyes fell on Snape's empty hands.

He obviously knew everything that had happened in Hogwarts before.

"The thing must have been lost. Maybe Ronnie Erich took it away before he died... or maybe it's with little Grindelwald." Snape's eyes were fixed on the bodies of the dozen or so Death Eaters.

The corpse was so charred and twisted that it was unrecognizable from its original appearance. Although Snape had been mentally prepared, he was still deeply shocked by the scene.

It was a horrifying and cruel picture. The fragility of life and the devastating effects of magic made him, the only witness, once again feel the power of Dumbledore.

"If the thing was not lost, Riddle would not be in such a hurry." Dumbledore nodded without changing his expression, and then asked Snape again.

"Do you know what he is looking for?" Snape had a strong intuition that Voldemort's things might be with Ian, but he didn't dare to mention it to Dumbledore.

This was no longer the Dumbledore he was familiar with. Before he figured out what had happened to Dumbledore, Dumbledore had already lost his trust.

"I have some guesses. In his early years, before he went crazy, he came back and made a request to me. Perhaps when he came back that time and was rejected by me, he took the opportunity to hide something very important to him in Hogwarts." Dumbledore stared at Snape.

"The one we've been looking for."

Dumbledore's words caused Snape's expression to change slightly.

He quickly shifted his gaze.

"Where is Marcus Flint?" Snape mentioned the students of his own college. The scene here was too horrible. He suspected that the students of his college were among the corpses.

"The person who cast the Imperius Curse on Mr. Flint was not a Death Eater. I left him in Hogsmeade under the care of someone I trust very much but who may have a grudge against me."

Dumbledore's response made Snape feel relieved. At least the headmaster of Hogwarts was not so cruel as to clean out all the students in the school.

"It seems that you have solved the problem of the murderer of Ronnie Erich." Snape frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice. However, he unexpectedly saw Dumbledore shook his head.

"I used some tricks, but that person was very cunning and did not show up. What's waiting for me here are only the minions sent by Riddle to die."

There was a hint of helplessness in Dumbledore's voice.

He was just a powerful wizard after all.

"I remember you reminded me that the mastermind behind this wanted to frame me. Since you didn't find the target you wanted, how can you be sure that it wasn't the Death Eaters who hated me as a traitor?" Snape frowned even deeper. "Isn't it a proof that the Death Eaters are waiting for you here?"

Hear the words.

Dumbledore sighed.

"I have checked the memories of these people. They originally wanted to start a massacre to lure me over, but they didn't expect that I had arrived here before them."

His voice was a little low. "Perhaps from a certain perspective, the Imperius Curse user we are looking for saved Hogsmeade village from an unnecessary disaster."

The meaningful words made Snape's eyes flicker.

"Are you sure your old friend is still where he should be?" Of course Snape couldn't help but think more. He actually preferred to believe that all this was just a coincidence.

otherwise.

Thinking hard!
"Of course."

Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

"Then you should go and look at the memory of little Grindelwald. I still think that only little Grindelwald could make Ronnie Erich eat something poisonous!"

"Alfredson Carrow is just a cannon fodder, a descendant of the Death Eaters who was temporarily recruited for use. He obviously cannot be the rat who poisoned Ronnie Erich."

Snape still insisted on his original judgment.

"Afrinson Carrow is dead, right?" Dumbledore did not respond, but asked softly. He obviously knew who Voldemort was commanding.

"That's exactly the other thing I wanted to tell you. He attacked Ian on the eighth floor of the castle, and Ian had no choice but to burn him to ashes with the fierce fire."

Snape's heart was in his throat at this moment.

however.

"You let that child deal with Alfred Carrow?" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly focused, and his focus really made Snape feel a little unexpected.

"I only asked him to keep an eye on Afrisen Carlo in the auditorium, but he was so reckless and smart that he was bold enough to follow Afrisen Carlo all the way to the eighth floor!"

Snape's scalp tingled when he was stared at by Dumbledore.

"Fortunately, he still has some skills. Fiendfyre burned Alfred Carrow to death, but he was fine." Snape found that Dumbledore's eyes were not so sharp anymore.

He said the excuse he had prepared for Ian, "It was little Grindelwald. Can you believe it? She must have taught Ian Fiendfyre!"

Snape was outraged.

Emotions can be real or fake.

He really disliked Aurora Grindelwald, a Slytherin student. Perhaps he felt that this girl from a bad family led Ian astray, who was born in the Muggle world and was thirsty for magic.

"A first-year wizard knows Fiendfyre. Haha. I think this must have been beyond Alfred Carrow's expectations. We are fortunate that no accident that we all don't want to see happened." Snape was surprised by Dumbledore's tolerance. He didn't think that Dumbledore was the kind of person who would allow his students to kill people with Fiendfyre.

To know.

Just two years ago.

There was a student who wanted to learn the Killing Curse secretly, but before he could learn it, he was expelled from Hogwarts by Dumbledore. Everyone knows that Dumbledore has almost zero tolerance for evil magic.

"what happened to you?"

Dumbledore was somewhat puzzled by Snape's sudden silence.

"I will put him in solitary confinement for a period of time to make him realize that some magic should not be learned and used." Snape felt that Dumbledore's reaction might be out of consideration for his own face.

He should still say something.

"The danger of Fiendfyre comes from its difficulty in control. It is not an unforgivable spell, Severus. You shouldn't be too harsh on a little wizard who has protected the school and his classmates."

"After all, Mr. Prince controls the Fiendfyre very well. I have personally verified this." Dumbledore even smiled and persuaded Snape instead.

"???"

Snape always thought that Ian was lying when he said Dumbledore knew he could do Fiendfyre. However, it was so absurd that Dumbledore actually praised him.
"But……"

Snape didn't know what to say. Although he didn't want Ian to be expelled or sent to Azkaban, Dumbledore was a little too lenient.

Is this still the Dumbledore who is extremely sensitive to dark magic?

Since when did you learn the Fierce Fire Curse and you can say that you shouldn't be criticized too harshly?

Look around at the bodies.

Snape seemed to understand.

perhaps.

Dumbledore must have really lost his mind.

"St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is open at night. Come with me." Snape tried to grab Dumbledore's arm, but Dumbledore dodged him with a confused look on his face.

"I just asked you to pretend to be injured. Did you really hurt yourself?" Dumbledore looked Snape up and down and did not find any injuries on Snape's body.

"..."

Snape's expression was very distorted.

"Ms. Grindelwald will be back at school tomorrow. You need to keep an eye on Miss Grindelwald for me."

suddenly.

Dumbledore suddenly gave him an order.

"Didn't you say it couldn't be little Grindelwald?" Snape's attention was successfully diverted. He frowned, completely unable to understand what Dumbledore was thinking.

really.

It's my brain that's broken.

He's talking incoherently.

"I already have some guesses in my mind."

Dumbledore looked towards the Hogwarts castle and said in a low voice with an ambiguous tone, "But I still want to know whether Miss Grindelwald knows about this."

His words left Snape confused and didn't give him any time to think.

"It's time for you to go back."

Dumbledore's tone brooked no argument.

"What about you?"

Snape made no move.

"I'm going to make some arrangements, just in case."

Dumbledore was about to leave when he thought of something. He turned around, handed something to Snape, and walked away under Snape's incredulous gaze.

……

Ancient and tall towers stand beside the cliffs, and the waves wash over the cliffs.

The air trembled slightly.

Dumbledore then appeared in front of the tower.

His robe fluttered gently in the wind as the morning sun rose, and as if he had noticed something as soon as the Apparition ended, he raised his head with a calm expression and looked up at the top of the tower.

In front of the dim windowsill.

There was a man standing there.

Eyes meet.

It seems that the former best friend has been waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)