Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Arranged……

back road.

As for Moon Fox, as he said, unlike Severus, he has great confidence in Moon. Even if Quirrell really takes action, Moon will never fall into trouble so easily.

But the question is, was he really so hasty that... a little bit... like Severus said, ignored Moon?

No matter how many surprises this child gave him, no matter how confident he was in Moon, shouldn't he have personally pushed Moon into danger and not told him everything?

Dumbledore sighed, folded the letter, and put it in the drawer under the table.

He still has to think about it carefully...

Chapter 30 Blood Spider

Moon had no idea what was going on in the two offices.

If he knew about the dispute between Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, maybe he could give the two people an answer - personally, he strongly supported Professor Dumbledore in letting Professor Snape further give Quirrell pressure.

However, he hoped that Professor Dumbledore could make things clearer before doing all this, instead of simply saying, "Remember, protect yourself and those important and innocent people."

Sometimes, what is said and what is not said can make everything develop in two completely different directions.

Now, he was staring intently at Quirrell's name on the Marauder's Map.

Quirrell began to move again, just as he had thought at the beginning - Quirrell was unable to withstand the pressure after all, and was forced to take risks in the eyes of countless people, intentionally or unintentionally.

For the past two days, every night, Quirrell would sneak out of his office late at night and wander around in secret places on various floors.

Moon was increasingly certain that Quirrell was looking for the Philosopher's Stone and where it was hidden. In other words, the Philosopher's Stone was now in the hands of Professor Dumbledore.

But the question is, what is the purpose of the book Quirrell found in the Room of Requirement that night and the spider summoned by the magic spell?

Maybe Professor Dumbledore can give a perfect answer tomorrow.

hope so.

Seeing Quirrell walking towards his office again, Moon put away the Marauder's Map and the hollow metal ball, turned over the quilt and fell asleep.

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"Iced cherry juice." Moon spoke the password confidently to the gargoyle in front of him - this was something he had just asked Professor McGonagall before coming here.

The gargoyle stone beast looked at Munn and really wanted to give Munn a hard blow with his wings.

This is the password, yes, but it was the password before yesterday. Professor Dumbledore just changed the password yesterday afternoon, and it is now "Black Thorn Candy".

Can't you send a letter to Professor Dumbledore before coming and ask him personally?

But after thinking hard for a few seconds, the gargoyle jumped to the side resolutely. It was afraid that this kid would stay with it for a long time like before.

Moon breathed a sigh of relief and walked up the stairs.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Ah, Moon, you're here." Professor Dumbledore was wearing a bright red robe today, with a lot of beautiful golden patterns embroidered on it. It seemed that he was in a very good mood today, and his face was full of flowers. Smile "I thought you would come later and were going to have something to eat."

"Uh, Professor, do you want to go eat first? I can come back later." Moon, who was about to put the brazier on the desk, stopped and looked at Professor Dumbledore in confusion.

"That's not necessary, that's not necessary." Professor Dumbledore waved his hand quickly, and then gestured towards the desk, "You can just start right away. I can go eat later."

Moon felt relieved, put down the brazier, lit it with a wand, and then took out the crystal ball from under the brazier. "Should I start?"

"Oh, of course, please start." Professor Dumbledore sat behind the desk with interest. "I'm ready."

Moon responded, stroking the crystal ball and murmuring in a low voice: "Listen to my request and show me the illusion of the old days——"

Under the curious gaze of the old man, layers of mist filled the crystal ball. After a while, the mist began to create the scene behind Quirrell entering the Room of Requirement.

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"Well..." After watching the entire clip, Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

Moon put away the crystal ball and brazier slightly tiredly, looked at Professor Dumbledore, and waited.

Obviously, this was not a good time to interrupt the old man's thoughts.

After a moment, Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "I suspect that this may be a black magic that was once prosperous. I don't know why, Moon, although your prediction is very... surprising, it can actually work." The actions of the person at that time are completely reproduced, but there is no sound. Therefore, I can only infer from the performance of this spell. And spells, ah, such fascinating little tricks, their specific performances often vary depending on the person. Varies.”

"So I can't make a complete conclusion. I can only say that this looks really like the black magic. Its specific function is to help people retain the curse - yes, you heard it right, Moon, retain the curse. .”

Moon looked at Professor Dumbledore in confusion, and asked hesitantly: "Retention spell? What effect can this have?"

"Of course it's useful. This magic can't be used to retain ordinary little spells, petrification spells, floating spells... these spells are useless. This magic can only be used to retain some spells with extremely evil intentions. For example, you can't Forgiveness spell.”

Professor Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it gently, creating a small bloody spider in the air, which was vivid and vivid, just like the one Quirrell had created at that time.

"Furthermore, there is another particularly powerful point about this magic. It can be passed from one person to another."

"transfer?"

"Yes, Moon." Professor Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "Pass, for example, I have left a spell inside this spider."

He waved his magic wand again, hiding the little bloody spider. "Then, I can teach you this magic. When you summon this spider again, as long as you don't inject new spells into this spider." , then the spell left in this spider is the same spell I left inside before."

"That is to say..."

Moon's eyes widened. "Professor Quirrell can use this magic to master a magic he has never learned before?"

"It's not about mastering it, but... using it through the little spider." Professor Dumbledore slightly corrected Moon's words. "Of course, the actual effect is about the same."

"So... what is the spell left in this spider..." Moon pursed his lips, "Maybe it's hard to say."

Professor Dumbledore looked at Moon again, with an indescribable look in his eyes, "What did you think of?"

"Uh, no, I'm just wondering, what spells can a wizard like Professor Quirrell have to borrow in this way..." Moon took a deep breath, "Nothing. Doubt it, it must not be an ordinary curse."

Chapter 31 Fox

"That's right, Moon. I think you should know something about Professor Quirrell." Professor Dumbledore raised his head and looked out the window, with some memories in his eyes. "Ah, yes, that time He was still in school at Hogwarts. I can't say that Quirrell is a genius, but there is no doubt that he did very well academically and was by no means worse than most of his classmates. Even though he was cowardly at that time, I still You can see the courage deep in his heart.”

"Honestly, I was surprised when he chose to go out for practice again and again and wanted to rely on this method to accumulate his own experience and experience."

The old man's words stopped suddenly. He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure whether he should say it to Munn. Munn saw the old man's hesitation and did not disturb him.

Professor Dumbledore's hand was inserted into his pocket at some point.

After a few seconds, he pulled his hand out again, but didn't take out anything. He just held his cup and took a sip of juice.

"Well, Moon, I almost forgot to tell you - after we talked last time, I think your statement is very reasonable. If we can put a little pressure on Quirrell, maybe we will force him to do something different. choose."

When he said this, Professor Dumbledore did not look at Moon. It seemed that he was telling Moon in this way that he had something to say just now, but it was not what he was talking about now.

"But, Moon, I have to tell you, if Professor Quirrell is put under too much pressure, no one can guarantee what he will do now...contaminated with black magic. And you The role played in this is actually a bit too outstanding."

"I think the risk you have to take in this..."

Moon wasn't quite sure whether Professor Dumbledore wanted to discuss this matter with him, or whether he wanted to inform him and make him be more honest.But as far as he is concerned, it is impossible to be honest.

It wasn't because of anything else, and it wasn't because he had any deep confidence in his own strength. He felt that when Quirrell really tried his best to kill him, he could still falter for three hundred rounds.But compared to Professor Dumbledore, he has more control over things - Quirrell is working for Voldemort, and Quirrell's main goal is to find the Philosopher's Stone and help Voldemort resurrect.

What is the use of knowing these?

Knowing this means that Munn is very sure that Quirrell cannot take action against him before he gets the magic stone, or before he is sure that there is absolutely no way to defeat the magic stone.Because once he takes action, Quirrell's mission will be ruined, and once Quirrell's mission is ruined, the price will definitely not be what Quirrell is willing to bear.

Unless Munn foolishly creates an opportunity for Quirrell to kill him perfectly and clear his name.

The problem is, if Moon is really that stupid - then there doesn't seem to be much difference between dying now and dying a few years later. They are both dead anyway.And he's not that stupid.

"Don't worry, Professor, just do it. I will pay attention to safety. Of course, I hope that when you suddenly want to leave Hogwarts for some reason one day, you can tell me in advance and let me hide in Professor McGonagall or Professor Sprout's office." The 12-year-old wizard was chatting there. This scene looked a bit funny, but it gave Dumbledore some illusions.

The silver-haired old man laughed. He shook his head, took another sip of juice, and then took out a note from his pocket. "In addition, I have something to ask you. Look, I don't eat well." That kind of magic? I hope you can go to the library and maybe you can find some relevant information."

Moon took the note, took a look at it, and found that it was an approval note from the restricted book section of the library, with Dumbledore's long name signed at the signature.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"

"This..." Moon had to admit that he was really shocked.Due to circumstances and reasons, he, a second-year wizard, was actually allowed to enter the restricted book area, and it was approved by the principal himself - this was obviously a bit against the rules.

To be honest, he was a little... panicked.

"Professor, is this..." Moon scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Professor Dumbledore obviously saw what he was thinking, so he shook his robe, and then waved his hand casually, "Go, Moon, remember to protect yourself, and..."

"And...?" Moon glanced at the old man in front of him hesitantly.

The old man lowered his head slightly, and the light of the fire in the fireplace was reflected in the half-moon glasses. "...Nothing, I think you should go back. This time I am really hungry."

"Okay, then...goodbye, professor, good afternoon." Moon bowed, put the note in his pocket, turned and left the principal's office.

The golden-red phoenix was combing its tail feathers on the shelf. The old man did not get up to eat as he said, but turned his attention to the phoenix.

After a long time, the old man's voice finally sounded in the quiet office, "He won't let me down, right, Fox."

Fox ignored the old man and just used his beak to take care of his beautiful feathers. Only after he had completely sorted out this feather did he finally chirp softly.

As if relieved, the old man who had been disappointed too many times finally let out a breath, stood up and walked to the window.

He had a premonition that that person would come back, and recently, this premonition was becoming stronger.

If Quirrell was actually working for that man...

In one year, the boy who was fostered at his aunt's house will come to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore rubbed the joints of his fingers and said abruptly: "Fox, I'm old, right?"

The phoenix flashed its wings, flew lightly from the shelf, landed on the edge of the window sill, and then gently touched the old man's fingers with its head.

"People will always grow old, Fox, it will always be like this." There was no fear or unwillingness in the old man's tone, but he was very calm. "But I think I can still use a little bit of residual energy. I hope this is enough."

The phoenix named "Fox" did not respond with a chirp. Instead, he gently pecked Dumbledore's finger with his beak, as if blaming the old man for such gloomy words.

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh. He touched the feathers of the phoenix, and suddenly he was relieved of his previous heaviness and said: "Ha, I'm really hungry this time. It's time to go eat. See you later, Fawkes." "

After he left, the phoenix flew up again, returned to the shelf, and began to comb its tail feathers again.

Chapter 32 Whiskey and Crystal Ball

Under Mrs. Pince's suspicious gaze, Moon helplessly explained that the note was genuine and not forged by himself. Then he hurriedly took the two books that Mrs. Pince had taken out from the restricted book area. He left the library hurriedly.

It's no wonder that Mrs. Pince doubted him. Ask yourself, even if Moon were in Mrs. Pince's perspective, it would be hard to believe that a second-year wizard would come to borrow forbidden books with a real note from Professor Dumbledore. Those scary books in the area.

"Okay, let's go." Before walking out of the library door, Moon deliberately checked his backpack to make sure that the books inside had been completely stored and would not be exposed.Then he came to a few friends and said, "I've done it."

Gal and the others didn't care much about what books Munn had borrowed. After all, Munn was a frequent visitor to the library and would go to the library every now and then.At first, they would curiously ask what books Munn had borrowed, but after three or five times, even Cedric no longer bothered to wonder about such things.

The four little wizards walked towards the Hufflepuff common room talking and laughing, preparing to go back and play two games of wizard chess.In the afternoon, it suddenly started raining heavily outside and the temperature dropped sharply. The few little badgers who originally wanted to go for a walk had no choice but to go back to the dormitory.

When they reached the second floor, a woman's cursing voice suddenly came from the front, startling the four of them.

Gal looked at the corner in front and asked in a low voice: "Are there any ghosts in Hogwarts that like to curse? Why do I have no memory at all?"

"...Does Peeves count?" Cedric made a cold joke at minus [-] degrees Celsius. No one laughed, and the other three little wizards looked at him with outrageous eyes.

Any fool knows that the ghost Gal is asking about is specifically a female ghost.

Cedric himself laughed awkwardly and stopped answering.

"I don't remember that there is such a ghost. Could it be that the Fat Lady came to visit? I heard that the Fat Lady often complained about the portrait guarding the door of the Gryffindor lounge." Arlin also looked nervously. Turning the corner, Moon on the side was a little curious - what was he nervous about?Could it be that a banshee will suddenly appear around the corner and eat them all?

Moon himself felt that since he was curious, why not just go ahead and take a look around the corner?But now that all the roommates have stopped, it's not easy for him to be that maverick pig.

More than ten seconds later, the answer was revealed. A witch wearing a dark brown robe and large, thick glasses staggered out from around the corner. This guy had messy hair and was carrying an almost empty bag in his left hand. whiskey bottle, holding a crystal ball in his right hand, muttering vaguely, not knowing what he was talking about.But judging from the indignant expression on the witch's face, it was definitely not a good thing to say.

At the same time that Moon and the four discovered the witch, the witch naturally also discovered them, but she was probably drunk and unconscious. After seeing the four little wizards, the witch giggled and pointed at the four little wizards. The wizard said: "Ha, four little ghosts, are you also here to seek guidance on your destiny?"

"Oh, I feel a little bad..." Yaerlin whispered: "Honestly, who is this person?"

Moon looked at the witch's appearance, and a name suddenly popped into his mind, but before he could speak, Cedric was the first to say the correct answer, "I have met this...professor, she is a divination student." Professor, Sybill Trelawney."

"Merlin's dog! She is actually a professor?!" Garr was dumbfounded as he looked at Professor Trelawney, who was walking towards the four of them with a strange smile. His mind was filled with questions.

"Yes, she is a professor." Moon sighed. He knew from reading novels in his previous life that Professor Trelawney was particularly alcoholic.But what he didn't expect was that the first time he met this professor was when she was so drunk.

The four little wizards couldn't run away, and they didn't know what to do. They had to look at each other until Professor Trelawney walked up to them and took Arlin's hand. .

At that moment, Arlin was so frightened that his head almost retracted into his cloak.

"Oh... don't worry, let me see... let me see... ah!" Professor Trelawney suddenly widened her eyes and took two steps back - but she forgot to let go of Arlin's hand. Arlin staggered by his hand, which looked quite funny, a bit like he was dancing a pas de deux with Professor Trelawney.

"Child! Bad omen! Big bad omen! You are in for a bloody disaster!" Professor Trelawney's remaining hand had to hold the wine bottle and the crystal ball at the same time, which was almost overwhelming her hands, but now She actually had to cover her mouth with her hands.So, the crystal ball inevitably hit her on the chin.