The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

Heavy rain washed over Hogwarts castle.

Such torrential rain is rare, and the water level of Black Lake seems to have risen sharply.

A thunder flashed in the sky outside the window, making the night outside suddenly brighter.

Agnes Greenglass sat in Ravenclaw's lounge, looking out the window at the torrential rain and lightning.

With her left hand resting on her cheek, she stared blankly.

A new semester has begun, and her missing friend, Ray Fastie, has not been informed.

When she was free at night, she would always sit here and look out the window.

There was another person in the lounge as well.

No, maybe it can't be called a person. She is the ghost of Ravenclaw: Helena Ravenclaw.

Both of them stared at the rainstorm outside the window in a daze, waiting for the flash of lightning to illuminate.

Between people, if they have the same hobbies, they will soon become friends.

Between women and women, as long as they can share their thoughts and secrets, it is basically inevitable to become best friends and best friends.

Agnes heard Helena tell a poignant love story. In this story, there is also an important millennium agreement.

"Helena, can he really live to a thousand years?" Agnes turned his head and asked suspiciously at Helena, who had become a ghost.

In the story Helena told, although the names of the protagonists were not mentioned, Agnes knew that Helena was telling her own experience.

"Well, I never doubted it."

The corner of Helena's mouth evoked a smile of memory, perhaps thinking of the sweetness between the two.

"Don't you regret it? You stole your mother's crown." Agnes continued to ask. She had never experienced love and didn't know that kind of sweet happiness, so she would naturally be a little curious about Helena's behavior.

"regret?"

Helena repeated and paused, with a regretful expression on her face: "I don't regret it, it's just a pity. Wearing the crown didn't make me smart enough to come up with a way to stay youthful."

"Didn't they all say that loving someone doesn't care about her appearance?" Agnes asked rhetorically.

Helena shrugged, pursed her mouth and said, "When you fall in love with someone, you will want to show your best side in front of him."

"By the way, don't just talk about me, talk about your missing friend!"

"What's his name, and how did he disappear? Is there no clue at all?"

………………

There were many people who rested late at night. In addition to Helena and Agnes who were chatting in the common room, there were also Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor Cabo Doric.

At this time, Professor Doric, who was pale, was working with glass containers full of tables in his room.

In a glass bottle the size of a finger, there is a drop of blood. Carbopol Doric was picking it up and pouring it carefully into a smoking glass container.

This blood was taken from Rey at the beginning. A vampire's fangs are hollow. In order to maximize the use value of blood, Doric pulled out his ghost tooth and obtained a very small amount of blood from it.

The ghost teeth could grow slowly again, but the heart-piercing pain made him, Auro, scold his mother for it.

It's hard to imagine that a new Hogwarts newborn has the blood of the ancient dragon race. It was this kind of blood that successfully turned him from a dead vampire into a living vampire.

The little girl Agnes Greenglass pointed out to Dumbledore that he was a vampire.

To this end, Dumbledore also personally verified him.

Thanks to the potion that he used this blood to concoct, he made his body more active, making him no doubt like a real living person. Otherwise, the current self may already be in a cell specially designed by the Ministry of Magic, waiting for torture and interrogation.

Dumbledore already had doubts, and if he wanted to deceive him, he needed more blood, and he had to really survive.

However, now there is only a drop of blood left.

Every once in a while, Doric had to take a potion made from this blood, otherwise his body would gradually enter death again.

This was the last blood and the last potion, and he had to be careful.

The bright red blood dripped into the smoking container while he was careful.

The blood passed through the bottle and did not touch it at all. This vial is special, and this blood is even more special.

After blood was dripped into the container, the smoke immediately settled down, and the green liquid inside instantly turned bright red like blood.

The potions brewed here are all that can be found but cannot be obtained, and they are the old money he has downloaded for many years.

A drop of blood can make a cup of potion. And this cup of potion can make him live for ten days.

Holding up the potion with trembling hands, Carbopol Doric was like an addicted drug addict who couldn't wait to pour the potion into his mouth.

The entrance of the potion is like clear water pouring into the arid land. Soon it invaded Doric's limbs and bones with the meridians, and merged into every trace of his flesh and blood.

The dead blood that was originally slow and quiet in the body suddenly changed its vitality at this moment, and was then pressed by the heart to every corner of the body.

It's good to be alive!

It's so good to be alive!

However, this is really good, but only for ten days.

Carbopol Doric's face became rosy, and he smiled when he felt his body functions come alive. However, the time limit that came to his mind made his face cold in an instant.

………………

There was a loud bang, and lightning, dense as the roots of a tree, streaked across the sky.

At the same time, lightning struck a large tree in the Forbidden Forest.

The big tree was broken to the ground and ignited a flame.

No matter how the torrential rain washes away this flame, it doesn't mean to go out at all.

The dark forbidden forest was illuminated, and the centaur warriors were awakened by the lightning just now, and a group of people immediately came to the big tree to check.

The tree that the two of them were embracing was split by lightning in the sky, which was a bit unbelievable.

Five or six Centaur warriors looked around the burning tree trunk repeatedly, perhaps trying to get some inspiration from this ominous event.

"Firenze, it's time to go. It's just a big tree, there's nothing much to see."

One of the strongest Centaur warriors shouted to another dazed Centaur.

The men called Firenze raised their heads~www.readwn.com~ and prepared to follow in the footsteps of the people.

But at this moment, a transparent blue light suddenly appeared in the empty space in front of him.

These blue lights seemed to come from all directions of the forest, and all the centaurs were attracted by this strange sight.

The blue light revolves and converges, forming a long channel.

The passage is bottomless, and I don't know where it leads, as if it is connected to another world.

"Tatata..."

After the passage was formed, the sound of horses running suddenly sounded inside.

The Centaur warriors immediately took two steps back nervously, their bows and arrows were already wound, and they were ready to attack at any time.

………………

The voice continued, even the heavy rain couldn't cover it up. The voice seemed to be resounding in the hearts of the centaur warriors.

From this, you can see how nervous they are about the mysterious creature that is about to appear.

However, just when everyone was so nervous. The blue light gathered in the channel dissipated completely with a snap when they were caught off guard.

At the same time as the blue light dissipated, a pure black horse covered in light ran to Firenze from the scattered blue light stars.

The horse has long horns on its forehead, which is obviously a black unicorn.

The unicorn is the most holy fetish, but they have only heard of the black unicorn in the legends of the older generation.

At this moment, they suddenly appeared beside them, and they were so excited that they seemed to have purified their souls, and the excitement jumped over their faces.

"Oh God, there's a child on its back!"

Just when everyone was excited, Firenze saw the child on his back at a glance.