My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 59. A Revenge Ten Years Late (Part 059)

"My...secret? Haha..."

Even at this moment, Professor Fox was still able to laugh.

"Actually, I don't have any secrets. It's just some painful memories from the past."

As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, his voice suddenly became coherent again.

Although Lynn's physique had been enhanced, it was still only barely comparable to that of an adult.

Moreover, he hadn't grown tall enough yet, with short legs and small feet, so it was still very difficult for him to pull an adult like Professor Fox through the Forbidden Forest.

In addition, although he had learned a lot of magic from the professor, it was all dark magic that could only harm people, not save them.

The only magic he can use right now is the Levitation Charm, which makes it easier to lift the planks.

"Even if it's something painful to recall, I want to hear it. Otherwise, what am I supposed to carve on your tombstone after you die? Adrian Fawkes, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, stabbed to death by a unicorn in 1990?"

Lynn threatened menacingly.

The wooden plank was stained blood red, and blood was slowly oozing from Professor Fox's wound, where the bleeding had been stopped with a potion.

"Alright, since you want to know, I have nothing to hide."

He opened his lips, which had turned deathly pale from blood loss, and told Lynn his story.

"I was born into a typical pure-blood family, but by my father's generation, he was the only one left in the entire Fox family. My parents were fanatical wizard supremacists, and because of this, they later died in an internal wizarding war."

I wasn't a student at Hogwarts. Durmstrang accepted me when I was 11. It wasn't like Hogwarts at all; the conflicts among the young wizards were intense, and the academic life was quite oppressive. However, for me, life there was pretty good because Durmstrang had a more open academic atmosphere. Professors could openly conduct research on the Dark Arts, and young wizards could apply to take courses if they were interested.

It was around that time that I came into contact with dark magic. I didn't like the then-popular Grindelwald ideas, nor did I want to join Dumbledore's ideas, which were considered opposing ideologies. Dark magic piqued my great interest, and I devoted almost all my time and energy to it.

After I graduated from Durmstrang, my parents stopped staying at home altogether. They became Grindelwald's devoted followers, calling themselves saints, and they tried to brainwash me into becoming a Grindelwald loyalist. But at the time, I was only focused on my research into the dark arts. I and a few like-minded friends set up a laboratory in Iceland, dedicated to the modification and research of dark magic.

I stayed in that place for seven years. In 1947, I returned to Europe and learned that my parents had died in the final battle of 1945.

Haha, they weren't very good parents, and I wasn't a very good son either. After visiting their graves once, I returned to Iceland and devoted myself wholeheartedly to my research on black magic.

If it weren't for that accident, I might have stayed there my whole life.

In 1953, a friend of mine went mad and killed three people with an incompletely modified killing curse before being killed by me and another friend.

We sealed up the laboratory, left that place of sorrow, and returned to Europe.

My friend and I got married and settled down in England. It was there that we met Dumbledore, who was then the headmaster of Hogwarts. He was my wife's distant uncle and he helped us a lot, allowing us to live a stable life.

Later we even had our own child, a girl. Ah, that was the happiest time of my life.

Professor Fox's voice was very gentle when he said this.

Lynn had been listening quietly to his story, but at this point, Professor Fox suddenly fell silent for a long time.

Lynn didn't urge him; he knew the story had reached a point Professor Fox least wanted to recall.

After a long while, just as Lynn was about to speak to test whether Professor Fox was still conscious, the professor finally spoke again.

"Later...then another upheaval occurred in the magical world, and not many years later, another Dark Lord emerged. However, compared to Grindelwald, his ideas were too crude and his vision was much smaller. But he was more insane and more dangerous than Grindelwald."

Fortunately, our family is of pure blood and we were not persecuted. Our daughter grew up smoothly, graduated from Hogwarts, and eventually started her own family.

After that, my nightmare began.

Those Death Eaters somehow found out about my past research, and they wanted to force me to hand over my research data and join them to curry favor with their Dark Lord.

I refused them, and they then seized my wife, tortured her, and tried to obtain our past research on black magic through her.

My wife eventually died; she couldn't withstand their torture.

I hated them so much at the time and wanted to get revenge, but they didn't give up either, and captured my daughter and my newborn grandson.

I will never forget that day.

Right there in London, in the London sky, there were six of them riding flying broomsticks, and my daughter was holding her child in their arms.

They were laughing wildly, laughing as they asked me if I dared to say no, laughing as they asked if I wanted to become a lonely person in the future.

My daughter was terrified. She was crying and pleading with me, saying she couldn't die, and her child couldn't die either...

Professor Fox's voice was calm, as if he were telling someone else's story.

"I gave in, I roared that I agreed, I'll give you the research data, and I'll join the Death Eaters to serve that so-called Dark Lord."

but…

One of them lost his grip, and my daughter, clutching her child, plummeted. I chased after them desperately on my flying broomstick, trying to catch them…

But they were still killed right before my eyes. Yes, right before my eyes. When I was closest to them, I could even touch the hem of her clothes.

I collapsed to the ground, burying my face in my hands and weeping uncontrollably. I tried to piece their bodies back together, but they would never come back to life…

As Lynn struggled forward, he listened to Professor Fox's explanation, feeling a chill run through his hands and feet.

He couldn't imagine how crazy he would go if he were put in Professor Fox's situation at that time.

No wonder he said he was afraid of heights when he first met the professor; that's probably where the fear came from.

"You already know what happened next. I began my revenge, taking them down one by one. I tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse, torturing them to death, but after I caught and killed five people, the Ministry of Magic arrested me and imprisoned me in Azkaban, allowing the sixth person to escape."

But how could I let him off so easily?

Dumbledore lobbied on my behalf, and he was released by the Ministry of Magic after only eight years in prison. I searched for him all over the world, but I couldn't find a single clue.

Later, by chance, I found his father's ghost. I tormented him in various ways until he couldn't take it anymore and told me that his son was hiding at Hogwarts.

Then I came here, came to Hogwarts, became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and that's how I met you, Lynn.

(End of this chapter)