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interesting.

Jellal lowered his head, his lips curled up, his eyes showing a hint of interest. This deviation from the original story sparked a strong curiosity in him.

Who cast the curse on Cedric, and why did the plot deviate in this way?

Jellal wanted to know the answer behind this, but he didn't use his divine power to perceive everything. This kind of cheating method was boring and low-level. He still thought it was more interesting to deduce it himself based on various clues.

It is known that the mastermind behind the scenes is the young Voldemort, Tom Riddle. He is not only the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, but also the real culprit who secretly controls the Basilisk.

But a basilisk is a basilisk, and its attack method will never cause such a loss of consciousness. So the one who attacked Cedric must be a human.

Ginny Weasley?

Gerard raised an eyebrow, his mind already locked on the murderer. This little girl was controlled by Tom Riddle in the diary, so it was absolutely possible that she would attack someone.

But why Cedric?

Jellal rubbed his chin, suddenly remembering someone lingering outside his dorm a few days ago. At the time, Jellal was collecting materials in the Forbidden Forest and hadn't encountered this person directly.

But whether it was the footprints on the steps or the jasmine petals left at the door, they all proved that someone had come to see him during that period of time.

Could that be Ginny?

Gerard remembered that he had taught this little girl how to make tea with jasmine flowers. She must have come to him with jasmine flowers in her hands. So, was Tom Riddle's original target him?

For what reason did he give up and become Cedric?

Jellal was lost in thought, but remained expressionless. At this moment, a slightly frivolous voice suddenly rang out. "Hey, everyone's here! Did I miss something?"

The professors all turned their gazes towards the source of the noise, only to see Lockhart, draped in a large green robe and a medal on his chest. He glanced around with a swagger, finally settling on the figure of Professor Babling. "Oh, damn! I see! So you're having a pajama party here!"

All of a sudden, all the professors present glared at him.

Gerald even noticed that the good-tempered Professor Flitwick beside him was shaking uncontrollably. If this wasn't in Dumbledore's office, he would probably have cursed this unlearned and showy guy right away.

"Everyone is here."

Just when the professors were about to lose control of their anger, Dumbledore finally spoke up. "As I said, the attack has occurred again. This time the victim is an outstanding student, and he has completely lost his mind."

"Losing your mind, that's terrible." Lockhart sighed pretentiously and said, "It's worse than the water monster I saw at Candice Lake. That water monster attacked the Muggle village and turned them all into sweet potatoes. I fought that water monster for six hours before I finally subdued it!"

"Professor Lockhart, Cedric just lost his mind!" Pomona Sprout opened her mouth and roared in a low voice, "He didn't turn into a sweet potato or a yams!"

The Hufflepuff Headmistress had clearly lost control of her anger. She was usually the most affable of the professors, but when it came to matters involving her students, she would become extremely protective.

"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "Mr. Cedric did not turn into a sweet potato. He is still a living person. But this also proves that the Chamber of Secrets has found its heir. And that heir has already begun to act."

"Just like fifty years ago." Professor McGonagall added: "Fifty years ago, a similar incident occurred at Hogwarts. We lost a student forever, the ghost Myrtle in the girls' bathroom."

"I've seen the files in the Auror's office," Gerard interrupted. "Does this seem to be related to Hagrid?"

"Hagrid is not the murderer, Ziklaine." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "You should know very well that Hagrid is definitely not that kind of person. We didn't catch the real murderer in that incident. He is still at large, but not this time, not this time..."

432 Hermione's Worries

Book Artist: What? The plot line has deviated? The victim is now Cedric?

Lazy Kitten: Cedric? Ah, that handsome Hufflepuff guy? The one who later seemed to be dating Cho Chang?

Fairy Chi Lian: You can just call her Zhang Qiu. Isn’t Qiu Zhang a bit strange?

Lazy Kitten: Ugh, I'm used to it. But come to think of it, this guy was really unlucky, his life ended in the Goblet of Fire. That Pettigrew ate the melon and sent him to the west.

Skirt Uplifter: He was indeed unlucky. Putting aside the Goblet of Fire, the fact that he was attacked this time shows how unlucky he was. If he wasn't unlucky enough, why would he be attacked?

This is an actor: maybe, not out of bad luck.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village:?

Skirt-lifting maniac: If it’s not bad luck, could it be premeditated?

This is an actor: it was probably premeditated.

Jellal had returned to his dorm room and was sitting at his desk. On the table before him lay a scroll containing various spells that could cause a person to lose their mind.

What Jellal values most is the Imperius Curse, a modified version of the Imperius Curse that can transfer part of one's will to another.

In layman's terms, this "Soul-stealing Heart-stealing Spell" is equivalent to a low-end version of soul possession. But compared to a complete soul possession, this spell obviously has a time limit.

In other words, the cursed person will only be in the possession state for a certain period of time. After this period of time, if the curse cannot be successfully removed, the cursed person will become a complete idiot.

This is a very vicious spell, and it has even been lost in the wizarding world today.

The reason for the loss is that the only copy was lost in the Hogwarts library fifty years ago, which happened to be the year when Tom Riddle became the heir.

From this, it can be inferred that Tom Riddle may have mastered this spell and used it on Cedric.

Geral did not hide the information he deduced from his group members and directly posted it in the group.

Curly-haired boy: I see. It seems that Cedric is Voldemort's replacement. This old man without a nose is really insidious.

Lin Fengjiao: If what you, the group leader, said is true, then you were the target Voldemort chose at the beginning?

This is an actor: Yeah, I think so too.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: He is seeking death!

Xiaonan's eyes were slightly cold, and her expression was very angry. Even though she knew Voldemort's little plan would never work, she was still furious that he dared to target her boyfriend.

The villains in Soul Society: They are indeed courting death, no matter how you look at it.

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: But Voldemort certainly doesn't think so. He probably feels that he has the ability to capture Enron. If he can obtain the identity and body of Ziklaine, his actions against him will be more successful.

Hatchet Girl: But he still chose Cedric in the end. Why? It's impossible that he changed his target just because An Ran-sang wasn't home at that time? Is it so random?

This is an actor: Ginny herself is unwilling. After all, no matter how Tom Riddle twists and controls her, Ginny still has her own will. Compared to a passerby like Cedric, she might be less willing to attack me.

Book Artist: Ah, this. A teacher-student romance has begun?

Foul-mouthed man: Oh, oh, oh, you're truly worthy of being our group leader. It's only been a short time, a short time? And you've already taken down all the female students one by one. Amazing! Damn, this is incredible! No way, I'm going to erect a monument for you!

This is an actor: Sure, I'll get you a luxury room too. You can live there for life, okay?

Foul-mouthed man: A deluxe room?

Skirt-lifting maniac: It’s a small dark room where you will be locked up until death.

Foul-mouthed Man: Well, forget it. A deluxe room isn't for me. I prefer a simple life. Of course, Yin might be interested in this kind of package.

Curly Hair: I like your sister, and you drag me into this when you're about to be locked up in the dark room? Why?

This is an actor: I also want to ask, why do you always have to bring up some kind of relationship when talking about girls? Why?

Fairy Chi Lian: This is a compliment. You are so charming. Girls who appear around you are usually attracted to you. This is a fact, there is no point in arguing.

Book Artist: Yes, that's right! So my suspicion of teacher-student romance is perfectly reasonable and logical!

This is an actor: Okay, as long as you are happy.

Jellal shook his head helplessly, feeling a little tired.

Bang bang bang.

Just at this moment, a rhythmic knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Come in, the door's unlocked." Gerard didn't get up to open the door, but instead shouted directly outside. There was no need to guess who was in his dorm at this hour; it must be his good assistant.

Sure enough, the door opened.

Hermione, with her fluffy hair, walked in carefully and closed the door. "Good evening, Professor Ziklaine. You seemed to be out when I came over just now, so I went to have dinner."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore summoned me to a meeting." Gerald nodded, not hiding anything. "A student was attacked."

"I've heard about that, too." Hermione wasn't surprised and walked over to Gerald. "Is it Cedric from Hufflepuff?"

"He was attacked with a spell and lost his mind." Gerard explained briefly.

"Oh my god, a curse?" Hermione was stunned and said in astonishment: "Isn't this a petrification attack from the basilisk? Is the heir preparing to make a big move? This is too scary, really too scary!"

"Don't worry, the professors have already thought of a solution," Gerard reassured him, "At least if we don't go to a too remote place, there won't be any problems."

"Professor, I have a very important question!" Hermione was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can Parseltongue control the Basilisk? And does the heir to the Chamber of Secrets also require Parseltongue?"

She was already feeling a little uneasy because she knew that her little friend Harry Potter was a Parseltongue.

If this prerequisite is met, then Harry will most likely be considered the heir of Slytherin. This is almost a foregone conclusion.

433 Eriri's Plan

"Are you worried?" Jellal had noticed her strangeness and asked calmly, "Are you worried that Harry Potter will become the target of public criticism?"

"Professor...how could you..." Hermione was stunned, her expression a little unbelievable.

This should be a secret known only to the three of them. Why can the young professor in front of them say it so confidently?

"I was present at your duel class that day," Jellal replied with a smile.

In that dueling class, because Harry Potter used Parseltongue to control the black snake summoned by Malfoy, he realized that he had the ability of Parseltongue.

Of course, most young wizards and even some professors were unaware that he had actually spoken Parseltongue. It was only after Harry and Hermione consulted various sources that they were able to confirm this.

"Professor Ziklaine, I guarantee it!" Hermione quickly sat up and shouted, "Harry is not the heir, absolutely not! Please believe me!"

"Don't be nervous, of course I know he's not." Gerald smiled and said, "After all, when Cedric was attacked, you were still brewing potions in the basement of the main building."

Uh.

Hermione was stunned and said blankly: "How do you even know this?"

"Because that's where I originally practiced potion brewing." Gerard shook his head and said, "Don't you find it strange that there are so many ingredients there?"

"I, we thought it was Professor Snape's abandoned storage room..."

"It seems you really don't understand Snape. Even if he abandoned a room, he wouldn't let go of any of the herbs in it."

"I'm sorry, Professor Ziklein... I'm so sorry."

Hermione felt like she was too embarrassed to stay here any longer, her cheeks flushed red.

"The formula you have is too old. Polyjuice Potion should no longer contain ghoul spinal fluid, as that would destroy the potion's stability. You should replace it with the poison sac of the Ramor rat, which would be much more effective."

Hermione was stunned, staring blankly at the boy in front of her. She didn't expect that not only did he not punish her, but he even gave her some suggestions on how to improve the potion?

"You are my assistant, Miss Hermione." Gerard didn't look at her again, continuing to draw his own magic circle circuit diagram. "I am not speaking from the perspective of a professor, but from the perspective of a collaborator."

From a professor's perspective, it was impossible for her to give her any experience in potion refinement, as the preparation of Polyjuice Potion was beyond the scope of a second-year wizard's studies.

As a professor, you certainly cannot encourage students to break the rules.

But if the collaborator says this, it doesn't matter. Every collaborator hopes that their partner will be highly capable. This is human nature.

Time passed little by little, and the night gradually became darker.

"That's enough. We're almost done for today." Gerard said calmly, closing the drawing in front of him. "You have classes tomorrow, so you can go back first."

"Yes, thank you Professor Ziklein." Hermione stood up and bowed politely, then turned and walked out of Gerard's dormitory.

hum.

Just seconds after leaving, the air in front of Jellal gradually twisted. A house-elf in a tuxedo slowly appeared, bowing with a standard noble manner. "Great Master Zikrein, your loyal servant greets you."

"You should know this, Aura." Jellal's expression remained unchanged, his tone calm. "I don't like these empty formalities."

"Of course, you've been the least noble of nobles since four hundred years ago." Aura's tone was tinged with nostalgia as he sighed, "You hate all formalities. But as your servant, I must stick to my principles even if you detest me."

"Are you going to use magic to defeat magic?" Jellal complained helplessly.

"That's right, great sir." As he spoke, Aura took out a small, exquisite wooden box from behind him. "This is the Shadow Wolf Fang you requested. It's still fresh."

Jellal opened the box and saw a nearly half-meter-long black fang. It also exuded an extremely brutal and bloodthirsty aura.

"Thank you, Aura." After accepting the box, Gerard said calmly, "Next, we can start the second step. Let's start with the pure-blood families in the English wizarding world."

"Your will is my direction, sir." Aura bent down and slowly disappeared. "Also, I think Miss Granger has great potential to be a mistress." With that, she disappeared from Jellal's sight as if escaping.

It turns out that people who like to be naughty don't discriminate by race.

Jellal stared into the air, a new realization forming in his heart. Reluctantly, he shook his head and opened the group chat interface.

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: How about starting in Tokyo Bay? I think it's a good location, and there's a Self-Defense Force presence there. I'll deliberately make a big noise and take out those Self-Defense Forces in a high-profile manner, which will definitely establish my villain persona.

Hatchet Girl: I don't think Tokyo Bay is a good place. According to the population breakdown Ali-chan gave, the population density there is too high. If a fight breaks out there, it will definitely affect the people.

Curly Hair: Do you still care about this little impact? Compared to the impact of fighting, the negative impact of those dirty rulers is even greater.