v2 Chapter 322： Discussion in the Dumbledore office

As the sun sets, everything on the ground is plated with a golden yellow.

The setting sun strives to shine the last glimmer of light onto the huge castle of Hogwarts.

The same is true in the Dumbledore office, where the sun shines through the rectangular windows, and the delicate silverware stands on the slender legs of the table, quietly smog and swirling. Not far away, the glass container with the sword of Godric Gryffindor glimmered.

Phoenix Fox stood on a huge shelf and made a strange cry.

In addition, the office is quiet.

undefinedDumbledore's rare frowning, sitting on a huge armrest chair, pale blue eyes look at what is in front of him.

On the surrounding walls, the old headmasters of Hogwarts and the men and women were all intent, and they were all looking at the dark red nameplate in front of Dumbledore.

This nameplate is the one that Avon found in the underground ruins, engraved with horrible monster patterns, and the human souls that are being sucked by it.

"What do you think about this thing?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"The horrible monster, the incarnation of the nightmare, the immortal existence, the human and other souls of the soul!" An old man replied lazily, the voice is full of banter, "Oh, it is terrible, this monster should Only in myths!"

He is Phineas Nigelus Black, the great-great-grandfather of Sirius, the most unpopular principal of Hogwarts.

"But it appeared in Hogwarts, Phineas!" A savvy witch shook his very thick wand and said harshly, "Albus has just told us everything, this monster is It appeared in the Forbidden Forest not far away, and the boy named Avon Mason found it."

"He is lying, Gryffindor's guys themselves can't be trusted, a group of devils who love the limelight." Phineas said disdainfully, "If he really encounters this monster, how can he get out of it. I see, he is a full-fledged liar!"

"It's shameless. Just a few months ago, the child saved your life from the mysterious grandson and proved the innocence of the Black family." Dexter Fosco's portrait shouted, he was a red nose. Fat wizard, "How can you insult him so much."

"Since I mentioned my useless grandson, I have to"

"Okay, we should go back to the topic!" said Darius Deventer slowly.

She is an old witch with a long silver hair roll and the most prestigious principal in Hogwarts' history, who has her portraits in many important institutions.

"This nameplate and the monster above are obviously the magical creations of the ancient warlocks." Darius continued. "They are different from the current wizards. We all know how terrible those madmen are. For the taboos, they can pay any price. It is not impossible to create such a horrible monster."

"But with the changes of the times, they have all died. No one has lived for thousands of years, even magical creations can't." Phineas retorted, "Now is not a ignorant medieval, old antiques before the millennium We

"Not all, not all, they have not completely disappeared." A weak old wizard said slowly.

He is Quentin Trimb, the master of defense against the Dark Arts, and the author of the textbook "Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense."

"Those ancient warlocks have studied the dead spirits, demons, and life magic beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Some of them may have escaped the trial of death." Kunding slowed down for a while and continued, "There are many methods known at present." There are only one kind of methods that have been handed down, and we have discussed this topic many times before."

"Everything is just speculation. Don't think I don't know. You have always been biased against the outstanding students of Slytherin College." Phineas said dissatisfied.

"It's not speculation. The diary of the last semester has confirmed everything. The hanging box with powerful magical reaction on Ai Wen should also be one." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said calmly, "The problem now is There are a lot of the remaining numbers, and there is no doubt that he has produced a lot."

There was a silence in the office and no one spoke.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand why I brought the topic to this. We are talking about this **** nameplate." Phineas said rudely.

"It is true. In order to escape death, the ancient warlocks and the black wizards have done a lot of research. No one can guarantee that there are other successful methods besides making the Horcruxes." Quentin said slowly, " According to the description, the monster is more like a co-creation of Necromancer and Demon Magic. It basically conforms to all the characteristics. Perhaps it is a black wizard who has directly made an evil transformation on his body."

"Non-speaking, it is ridiculous, I have never heard of such magic." Phineas whispered.

There was a loud voice in the office, and other male and female principals expressed doubts about Quentin's inference, because it sounded too horrible.

"I seem to have seen the pattern on this nameplate." A dry voice suddenly sounded. The owner of the voice was a gloomy old man. He wore a very old black wizard's robe. "In our time." Because of the prolonged war in the Muggle world, the black magic was once very popular, and many magic books have not been destroyed. I must have seen this pattern on which magic book. But it is too long, I can't remember."

"Is this not saying anything different?!" Phineas said disdainfully, he raised the volume and overshadowed the voices of others. "No matter what the monster really exists, no matter what it is, I think it is There is no need to worry because it has been wiped out by the great Sarah Slytherin himself!"

He is proud of himself and is very proud of it.

Hearing that he mentioned Sarah Chassettlin, other male and female principals were rare and did not refute, they paid tribute to the four founders of the school.

Dumbledore looked calmly at the nameplate in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly opened, and a black robe and a gloomy Snape stepped in.

On the wall, all the portraits of the heads of the boys and girls were restored to their usual positions, and the serious face was sitting on the chair as if it had never been active. (To be continued.)