Chapter 634 The villain

Felix spread out the map, put his hands on it, and whispered: "Albus Dumbledore."

The map has no feedback, as if there is no such person.

Felix curled his lips and had guessed this possibility long ago. He put on his coat, Valen also wrapped his scarf, and the two walked out of the office quietly. After thinking about it, Felix walked towards Classroom No. 7.

A few minutes ahead of time.

In the abandoned girl's bathroom on the second floor, four people were waiting anxiously. The crying Myrtle sat on the toilet, looking at Harry with a frown, walking around irritably, "Did you even make an appointment?" asked the ghost.

No one paid attention to her.

After going around again, Harry asked Ron, who was standing at the door: "Have you heard any movement?"

"No." Ron said, bent down and answered while looking out through the gap in the keyhole.

"Luna won't forget the time, right?" Harry turned and glared at Ginny.

"I think……"

"Ouch!" Ron suddenly screamed in pain and covered his forehead and retreated. The door was pushed open a crack. After a few seconds, four people and a ghost saw Luna leaning in and looking carefully. Her chaotic and dirty hair drooped down like a waterfall. When she saw Ron and the others grinning, she immediately smiled.

"Oh-you're all here--it's great!" Luna said happily: "I've always expected to attend a secret party. Can we set off fireworks?"

"Ph." Ron said, rubbing his forehead.

Luna stared at the red skin on his head, "What's wrong with you?"

"Okay, let's not worry about that, Luna," said Hermione. "You're late. Although I don't really want to hear reasons such as oversleeping, it's better than an accident - ask more, you haven't been discovered, aren't you?"

"I ran into Mrs. Loris," Luna said, and the hearts of several people immediately raised, "but I used the transformation technique to create a bunch of mice and fish, and it ran to chase the mice." After that, she showed everyone her empty left wrist.

There should have been a string of stone bracelets there.

According to Ginny, they advertised in the "Mysterious Wall" tabloid to find beautiful stones. After only two days, Luna received half a box of strange and colorful stones. Of course, don't expect there will be resurrection stones inside. Luna picked out some of them and made her full set of decorations. Ginny refused in every way, and finally got a necklace.

Of course, she never wore it.

The remaining stones were also used by waste, and the two spent an afternoon adding half a stone road to the room of the club in the 'Kinged Snoring Beast must exist', leading to a hammock.

"Why did you think of turning into some fish?" Myrtle asked with her eyebrows hanging down. Judging from her tone, she was quite interested.

"Cats love to eat fish," Luna said affirmatively.

"But there will be no live fish on the ground out of thin air - I think it is a live fish, right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but the cat won't care." Luna said.

Seeing the topic getting worse and worse, Harry quickly cleared his throat, and the others looked at him. He took out the captain style he was in Quidditch training and said seriously with a stern face: "We have to hurry up. There are three people here who are going to get up early tomorrow to participate in the team training."

"It's so meaner than class time, right? I don't know who sets the time," said Ron.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Do you want to argue here for a night? Hurry, Harry." Hermione urged.

So Harry let himself face a faucet in the pool, with a small snake engraved on the side of the faucet. "I have an unknown premonition," Ron said, splashing cold water. "From the time we encounter the statue that suddenly appears, we should return to the dormitory immediately-"

"Oh, shut up, you," Ginny said angrily.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Ron yelled in a low voice, "You see that statue that suddenly appeared - hell, none of us had ever remembered it before!"

"It may be that I have been moved here recently." Ginny said calmly.

Ron looked at her with an unreasonable expression. Harry ignored the quarrels, even though he was covered in his heart. What was going on with the statue? He brewed in his heart for a few seconds and shouted, "Open." A strange hissing sound came from his mouth, and a dazzling white light came from the faucet, and the pool began to move, slowly sinking, revealing a very thick pipe.

"Thank goodness, the entrance was not blocked by the professors," Harry said with a complicated mood.

If it fails, they can end their adventure tonight.

Ginny and Luna saw the secret room for the first time. They carefully put their heads over and looked down carefully. It was pitch black inside and it was bottomless. They cast various protection spells, dust curses, floating curses, super-sensory curses, head curses, etc. on themselves, and then jumped down with their hands.

"Is there a monster like a little snake monster inside?" Myrtle asked expectantly.

"The possibility is not high." Harry said quietly, disappearing at the entrance of the secret room.

On the other side, Grindelwald slowly walked in the dark corridor, thinking about what he had just heard. Secret room, Resurrection Stone... Is this an adventure between students or is it really a bit sure?

Also, those little guys have good potential and feel very keen.

He grinned, and the tall boy with red hair and freckles appeared in his mind. He seemed to have missed him in the past and didn't pay much attention to it, but after he hit himself twice on the statue, Grindelwald decided to focus on the student named 'Ron Weasley' in the future.

He stopped in front of a door.

Is this the legendary Classroom No. 7? It hides the young memories of the professors? He was very curious about this and decided to find out. The wand slid across the wooden door like a sharp sword, leaving a long trace on it.

This is not Grindelwald's own magic, but a gem stored in the exclusive wand.

These magic powers were originally a little girl from the "Future World" company. Later, when he came to Hogwarts, he began to draw magic powers that were scattered from this ancient magic school that could not be detected or controlled by the naked eye. But no matter which one it was, they were much worse than what he had.

After doing this, Grindelwald stopped and carefully observed the wooden door.

A light halo rippled on the wooden door, and then the traces left on it began to become shallow. Grindelwald silently observed the process and captured the order in which these traces dissipated. He was looking for a way to build magic. When the traces completely disappeared, he drew a line with magic inclined. He kept repeating this action, and for a while, he stopped and fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long he had rumbling, pointing at the wooden door with his wand. Suddenly, dense lines appeared on the upper left corner of the wooden door and the surrounding walls. They were arranged in an orderly manner, like a corner of a huge maze. These lines flashed a few times and disappeared.

Grindelwald half-closed his eyes and extracted half of the broken picture from his head. Then he did the same. After a while, he opened his eyes and whispered to himself, "Ancient Demonic Text?"

At this time, footsteps came from afar.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and suddenly pointed his wand towards the frosted window, and then left from the other side without looking back. After more than ten seconds, Felix appeared slowly.

Valen sat on his shoulder, holding his neck with his little hands, and looking around.

"Ji! (Where is the excitement?)"

"Don't be anxious." Felix approached, his eyes stopped for a moment on the wooden door of Classroom 7, and then began to look around. Not long after, he stared at the window where the magic was cast, thinking. The moon outside the window was very bright, approaching the full moon. Felix estimated that Remus would not be very good in the past few days.

The moonlight shines a thick layer of frost, but something else seems to be hidden there.

"Mirror." Felix whispered.

Valen looked at the window strangely. There was nothing there, but Valen saw the Great Demon making a few faces at the window. Then, Felix calmed down and stood there, as if waiting for someone.

It was not until Dumbledore, who was wearing pajamas and dragging his silver-shiny beard appeared that Valen suddenly realized.

The Great Demon King doesn’t sleep at night, it turns out that it’s because of this!

But what about Harry and the others who saw on the map? Valen sniffed his nose gently, and it jumped down and looked at Felix.

"Go, don't let them break my experimental equipment." Felix murmured in a low voice.

Valen gestured at him with a 'no problem' gesture and slipped away quickly, and it was obvious that Dumbledore had no appeal in its mind.

The two left behind did not speak for a moment.

Dumbledore also set his eyes on the window, he looked at it with concentration for a while, then stretched out his palm and pressed it down towards the window - the window was sunken like glue, and when he pulled his hand back, the glass bounced back on its own.

Dumbledore stared deeply at the glass, as if he had seen another person's shadow through the window. Finally, the magic above disappeared.

The two walked out the corridor and talked quietly to each other.

"About Harry--"

"I know everything."

A moment of silence. This time Dumbledore spoke first.

"How is Tom's situation?"

"It's a coincidence that he discovered the secret room, but because of my attention, no one died this time, and he was locked up in confinement. I punished him to wipe the trophy in the prize showroom and copy the school rules."

"You see, he's watching so tightly."

"There must be a difference. The resistance from Voldemort's subconscious mind is getting stronger and stronger. It is estimated that there is only one or two months left. By then, it must start... Are there any suggestions?"

"If you want to stop him from falling into darkness, you must not let him kill anyone." Dumbledore paused and said in a deep voice: "Some things are wrong and you can't look back. I hope he can feel the feeling of love and being loved, even if it's an illusion."

"...Abus, you said, how about I'm going to be a villain?"

Dumbledore stopped, staring at Felix under the half-moon lens.

"You know, go Voldemort's way." Felix shrugged, "maybe it can confuse the subconscious of the body. Anyway, a black demon will appear. It would be nice to have me do it. Let Tom stop me - or compete with me."

"It's a dangerous attempt," Dumbledore shook his head, "Voldemort has no love in his heart. You will only speed him up and fall into darkness."

"No, he will pretend for a while," Felix said, eager to try: "And during this time, I will find him a bunch of 'helpers', which is a trouble he can't get rid of even if he can't get rid of."

Dumbledore suddenly looked at him with a strange expression.

"...You seem to be calculating something, what's wrong?" Felix looked alert.

Dumbledore smiled, "I just think what you said makes sense... the trouble that you can't get rid of, yes, that's it. But you have to be careful." He murmured at last.

In the abandoned girl's bathroom, the crying Myrtle floated around in the air.

"One sniff? Another sniff?" She asked with interest: "You are the one raised by Professor Happ? I have seen you from afar." She began to circle Valen and said in a cheerful tone that did not match her sad face: "But I dare not get close... I am a little afraid of him, I have seen how he taught Pipi a lesson."

Valen looked at the crying Myrtle in confusion, thought for a while, and took out a small bottle from his pocket, containing a portion of ghost food. It unbuttoned the lid, and Myrtle approached incredibly, asking, "For me?" After nodding with affirmativeness, she stretched out a fat, transparent hand, passed through Valen's little hand and bottle, and dragged out a silver glow.

Valen shivered, his hands as if soaked in ice water.

"I didn't expect there would be some late supper." Myrtle said intoxicatedly, with the transparent acne on her face shimmering slightly. She stuttered in small stutters while saying with relish. "To be honest, since I broke into Oliver Hongbei's brother's wedding and was ordered to return to school by the Ministry of Magic, I haven't felt much happiness... I am the youngest one, and I have no topic to talk about with other ghosts... Sometimes I think about suicide, but I find myself dead... It was ghost food that made me feel the feeling of being alive, but this was just a small task for Professor Happ. I guess he didn't care at all, right? Apart from Bloodman Barrow and Ms. Gray, I have never seen him have much intersection with other ghosts, cold people..."
To be continued...