Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 118 The Truth Comes Out!

"...Has the investigation team gone mad?"

"...Dumbledore has gone mad?"

"...Am I crazy?"

"Or rather... has the world gone mad?!"

This is the sentiment of Avada, and of everyone in front of the bulletin board.

"How...how is this possible..."

Avada muttered absentmindedly, feeling that the impact of the notice board's contents was no less than that of the mysterious orb of light: "Are you sure Fred and George didn't sneak in? Or is today actually April Fool's Day??"

"Neither..."

Cedric's voice was hoarse: "The notice bears the Hogwarts seal, which is absolutely impossible to forge. That means what's written on it is the truth..."

"They've gone mad, they've all gone mad..."

For a moment, the entire Hufflepuff common room was completely silent, except for a few absent-minded whispers.

The reason for this Cthulhu-like scene was none other than the content of the newly posted notice on the bulletin board...

The culprit behind the coma incident has been found.

Not only was it found, but it has also been resolved.

At this point, only two weeks had passed since the investigation team entered the school.

But if that were all, the students would probably just marvel at the investigation team's efficiency, then happily go to the kitchen to grab some food and have a celebratory feast. What truly struck everyone as outrageous was the description of the "culprit" and the whole truth of the case—

According to the notice, Hogwarts' water pipe system underwent a major overhaul in the 18th century. The original pipes were severely aged and damaged, and by the standards of the time, they also had design flaws, making repair and maintenance extremely costly. Therefore, the school decided to simply install a new pipe system and abandon the old one.

This resulted in the existence of another unused plumbing system within Hogwarts Castle. Although the castle's interior was heavily fortified, nearly three hundred years had passed, and the abandoned plumbing system had been largely neglected. Consequently, the surrounding defenses around the old pipes inevitably deteriorated due to lack of maintenance, and the likelihood of external contamination within the pipes steadily increased…

In this situation, at some unknown time, a group of evil-faced birds entered the pipe system from the outside and made it their habitat, settling down and breeding there...

These are the culprits behind the recent student coma incidents.

The faint screams that each student heard before losing consciousness were the sounds of the evil bird in the pipe.

As for why the students and the evil birds had been living peacefully until the start of the new school year, when the students began to fall into comas, the investigation team's answer was even more unexpected—

They were those roosters.

For some reason, this year, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, insisted on adding many roosters to every painting in the school and having them crow frequently.

Although Dumbledore's eccentric behavior was already commonplace among the school's teachers and students, this time an unexpected incident occurred: the crowing of the roosters was taken as a provocative signal by the wicked birds in the pipes, which directly caused them to angrily retaliate with their sonic magic—and the unfortunate students who were caught in the crossfire fell into a coma.

Furthermore, the unique ecological environment inside the pipes has led to a new evolutionary trend among the monstrous birds, making their screams more focused and penetrating. This is why, in a group of people, often only one or two fall unconscious, and even those nearby are unaware of what has happened...

Last night, the investigation team entered the abandoned pipeline system and captured all the evil birds, completely resolving the coma incident.

The evil-faced birds, possibly due to mutations, were sent to a magnifying glass institute for detailed study of their characteristics. The students could finally continue their studies and lives safely and carefree…

"..."

The crowd looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"It's...it's that simple??"

Some people couldn't quite accept the contents of the notice, rubbing their heads in disbelief and saying, "If that's all, how could Professor Dumbledore not have noticed? How could Professors Kettleburn and Sprout not have noticed?"

"It seems they had a chance to discover it..."

Rolf also looked like his worldview had collapsed: "Professor Sprout suspected that the wicked bird might be the cause of the student's coma!"

"The professors investigated in that direction, and I participated in that operation... We searched the castle with all our might for every clue related to the Wicked Bird, but in the end, we found nothing!"

"yes!"

At this point, a student realized, "I also remember Professor Sprout once having us inspect mandrakes in the greenhouse, which seems to have happened during your investigation! They've long suspected that magical creatures were responsible!"

"That's right... So, the seemingly outrageous explanation given by the investigation team is completely reasonable?!"

"But I still find it so absurd..."

"That's often how reality is, isn't it? After all, even a mysterious person could get in last year, so what's so surprising about some wicked birds running into the pipes? You agree, right..."

"Hey, where's Ken?"

……

"Sizzling honey!"

"A pile of cockroaches!"

"Bloody Lollipop!"

Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!

"Lemonade!"

"Chocolate Frog!!"

After the stone beast leaped away, Avada immediately rushed up the spiral staircase and hurriedly knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office, only to find that the door was ajar and a chaotic commotion was coming from inside—

"You know, Professor! That's absolutely impossible! I swear on my life!"

"The old pipeline's outlet is located directly deep within Black Lake! Even if all those magical defenses and filtration systems fail, tell me, what kind of evil bird could dive tens of meters deep?!"

"But...maybe..."

Hagrid's rough, yet hesitant voice came from inside: "Didn't the investigation team say that those monstrous birds have a new evolutionary trend? Maybe they really can dive?"

"Do you think this is possible, Hagrid?!"

"I think I can do it, as long as I have time..."

"You're a master of fantastic creatures!!"

Kettleburn roared in exasperation, "If you want to do that, you'll have to raise a huge flock of harpy birds, study and refine their magic with unparalleled precision, and find every possible way to pass those refinements down to future generations! Even then, it will take you several years!"

"But according to those purebloods, the evil widow birds produced a natural mutation!"

"Nature contains all possibilities..."

"Alright, Sylvanas, Hagrid."

An aged, deep, yet seemingly magical voice rang out, instantly silencing the two previously arguing voices: "I understand the information you have. I will make a decision on this matter, so don't worry."

"Besides, we shouldn't keep the guests waiting outside any longer... Ken, did you need something?"

(End of this chapter)