A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 268 The Study of the Blood Letter

As a performing arts troupe in the wizarding world, the Red Skull Dance Troupe is quite famous.

They are similar to ghosts, belonging to the category of dead wizards, but instead of becoming ghosts, they transformed into a one-to-one version of Susanoo.

From then on, he began a career of selling his body and his art, a career characterized by both virtue and talent.

Chair dancing, striptease, pole dancing... they can all be performed, as long as they won't be arrested by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban for being lewd.

However, at Dumbledore's request, they performed a heavily modified version of Hamlet this time.

Finally, the Red Skull, playing Hamlet, with the bones of Thor, beats his usurping uncle Claudius to death.

Hamlet then took the Resurrection Stone and resurrected his beloved Ophelia.

William was stunned. What was clearly a tragedy had been transformed into a comedy.

He was thinking that next year he could get Dumbledore to bring "Thunderstorm" to Hogwarts as well.

This master of creative adaptations might also try to turn the ending into a comedy, for example... by giving Zhou Ping's father, Zhou Puyuan, a role similar to Duan Zhengchun.

In this way, Zhou Ping and Lu Sifeng would no longer be related by blood, and the two would become half-siblings, able to be together without any pressure.

After the performance, Dumbledore took a handkerchief and wiped away the tears he couldn't stop.

"Theatrical performances are far more captivating than anything we've done here!"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. She had also heard a series of alternative words such as music, education, snacks, and same-sex friends.

—These are all things the principal said on different occasions.

Professor McGonagall certainly wouldn't point this out in public... otherwise, why would she be the vice-principal instead of Snape or Flitwick?

There's a reason for that!

"Professor, if you don't mind, you can lean on my shoulder."

As Dumbledore's top henchman, Hagrid immediately offered his deepest concern.

So many students were expelled from Hogwarts, including well-known figures like Newt Scamander.

Why is Hagrid able to earn a stable salary at the school and occasionally make extra money on the side?

There's a reason for that!

"Thank you, Hagrid! I will control my emotions." Dumbledore wiped away his tears again.

"Principal, this play is just so-so, the story isn't very compelling," Lockhart interjected. "I could write this kind of clichéd plot while I'm dreaming about it."

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Young man... you've narrowed your path."

"Headmaster, were you also moved by Hamlet?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"No, I was moved by Laertes," Dumbledore said sadly.

"His sister died because of Hamlet, and in order to avenge her, he also became Hamlet's enemy, but he had no intention of attacking, and his wand was reluctant to strike Hamlet easily."

When he resolves to strike Hamlet, the narration says, "But my heart does not approve of it."

Alas, Laertes must have been in great pain.

I think he wished he were the one who died, so that his sister and Hamlet could save their lives.

Flitwick stared at Dumbledore with a bewildered look. Wasn't Hamlet the protagonist of this play?

How come in Dumbledore's words, Laertes seems to be greater and has a more dramatic inner life?

Indeed, there's a reason why the principal is so great; he always manages to notice things that others miss.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, raised his head, and listened intently.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Snape asked, frowning.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but instead frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, the dinner ended, and everyone got up to leave, pushing and shoving their way to the lounge.

But just as they reached the top of the stairs, a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone stopped in alarm and looked ahead, where Mrs. Lorice and Bobo Tea appeared at the top of the stairs.

They weaved through the crowd and ran straight toward William.

Bobo Tea seemed terrified. It ran wildly at a speed that didn't match Big Orange's weight and jumped into William's arms.

Mrs. Lorris let out a piercing wail, a sound like a baby crying, which sent chills down everyone's spines.

Its eyes were wide open, and it barked at William several times.

Everyone stared at the cat that had suddenly gone mad.

"Is it trying to tell us something?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Something must have happened to Filch."

Mrs. Lorris turned and ran, and William pushed through the crowd and strode after her.

Hermione also stayed close to William, seemingly afraid that something might happen to him.

Mrs. Lorris raced up the marble staircase at full speed, rushing to the third floor, and finally turning a corner to enter the last empty corridor.

On the wall at the end of the corridor, a line of words was shining brightly, standing out clearly in the darkness.

The secret room has been opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir

alert!

Harry stood in front of the wall, looking panicked, as if he had been caught red-handed.

"It wasn't me..."

Harry hurriedly tried to explain, but before he could finish, Malfoy pushed his way out of the crowd.

His cold eyes lit up, and his usually bloodless face turned bright red. He looked at the words and grinned maliciously at Hermione.

"Beware of those who oppose the heir! You could be next, you idiot..."

Malfoy suddenly stopped talking, his lips pressed tightly together as if stitched together by an invisible force.

William placed the Boba tea in Hermione's arms, walked up to Malfoy, and remained quiet and expressionless.

Malfoy's two henchmen rushed over, but William didn't turn around; he simply twirled his wand.

A red light flashed,

The two figures crashed into the wall at an even faster speed.

Malfoy trembled slightly, and William laughed in exasperation, whispering, "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

I'm just curious, who gave you the courage to talk to me like that, huh?!

this time,

Keep quiet for a day.

next time,

It's been three days.

I hope this is the last time I hear the word "Mudblood" from your mouth.

"otherwise,"

William tilted his head and lightly gestured with his wand across Malfoy's neck.

"I can't guarantee you won't lose your voice forever."

Malfoy collapsed to the ground, completely terrified.

William turned and walked toward Harry, his pupils contracting sharply as he told Hermione not to follow.

On the other side of the corridor, Filch lay sprawled on the ground.

Not far from him, there was a large piece of rotten sheep's stomach and a broom.

Before being attacked, Filch appeared to be cleaning up the pile of rotting food that Nick had lost.

There was a pool of blood on Filch's sternum; that was the only wound.

Strangely, the wound bled very little and had even begun to heal slowly.

Only a small patch of blood, already congealed into powder, had accumulated underground.

On Filch's right palm, there was a pattern drawn in blood.

Filch also had blood on his left index finger, indicating that someone had inserted their finger into the wound to create the pattern.

Use blood as ink and skin as a canvas!

The murderer is... playing a game.

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(End of this chapter)