Chapter 417 Snake-faced baby

"Professor Abigail resigned?"

The three students were obviously shocked when they heard the news.

Harry asked reluctantly: "Why did the professor suddenly resign? I didn't hear any news before the holiday!"

But Michael touched his chin and said, "No... Thinking about it carefully, Professor Abigail did have some farewell intentions at the dinner on the last day."

"I heard that there was something going on at home and she returned to China." Ryan Trocca hurriedly explained as he didn't want to be disliked by future students before he took up the job.

"So that's it." Vader patted Harry and comforted him: "Get used to it soon! We just can't have a long-term Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Ryan Trocca glanced at Vader and thought to himself: Has this student also heard the rumors about the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship?

However, he felt that he had not done anything bad and he only planned to be a professor for half a year, so he did not take the curse to heart.

Ryan Trocca said: "I heard that Professor Abigail's classes are very good. I came to the bookstore and planned to buy a set of textbooks she chose for you. I will continue to take them next semester - you are willing to help me." Can you find the textbook? By the way, tell me about your study progress."

"Of course, of course, leave it to us!" Harry said quickly.

The professor had just saved him from getting into trouble, so Harry was naturally eager to help.

Wade and Michael looked at each other and walked towards the bookshelf.

The textbooks for several grades were different, but Wade had read all the textbooks and quickly found all the books.

Michael went to the street and randomly found a few students from other grades to help the new professor understand everyone's level.

"Well, is it time to study vampires and werewolves next semester? And Boggart..."

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Ryan Trocca's face and he said: "They are all dangerous creatures. We need to learn their weaknesses and coping strategies...of course, including culture and history. For example...you know the earliest vampire is Who? There is a not-so-interesting story behind this..."

Ryan Trocca was talking eloquently, and the students around him quieted down unconsciously, listening very attentively.

This is a person with a strong academic atmosphere, profound knowledge, elegant manners, modest and gentle speech, and he quickly won everyone's love.

"Although Professor Abigail is good, the new professor is also good, right? He certainly won't beat people up anyway."

Michael whispered privately, looking pleased with the professor.

Harry pursed his lips.

Although he was very grateful for Professor Trocca's help and knew that the professor looked more like a "professor", he was unwilling to say it out loud, which would make him feel like a traitor.

Wade tilted his head and looked at the witch who had just bought two books from the bookstore and walked out.

Although she looks like an ordinary middle-aged woman, but...

【Sierra Abigail】.

The other person had the exact same name as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he resigned from.

And those two guys next to me...

…

Abigail came out of the store holding the book and saw Baird's half-smiling expression.

"Put away that expression of yours!" Abigail said coldly.

"If you feel hurt, don't get angry at me." Baird said sarcastically: "You even changed the appearance of your patron saint because of those students, but so what? As soon as the new professor comes, they will also support him Love, I forget you in the blink of an eye.”

Abigail looked at him with the same mocking expression and asked, "Have you ever had anyone you cared about, Baird?"

Baird's face turned cold.

"If you've ever..."

Abigail continued: "You will understand that even if you are separated, you will hope that the other person has a good life - this is what normal people would think."

Seeing Abigail leave in a victorious manner, Baird turned blue with anger. He grabbed Ilari, who was leaning on the window and peeping inside, and dragged this embarrassing guy away.

"Wait! Wait! Let me take another look! Can I say a word to him? Just one sentence!"

Ilari struggled, and while the two were struggling, he accidentally hit the arm of a wizard next to him who was holding a child.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the other side glared at him viciously. Ilari shuddered and fell silent instantly.

Baird noticed something was wrong, looked at the wizard wrapped in black robes warily, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Something weird..."

Ilari looked pale and whispered, "That guy is holding...it doesn't seem to be a human being!"

Baird frowned: "Isn't the baby inside the swaddling clothes a child?"

"You didn't see the face of that thing..." Ilari thought for a while and said, "I seem to have heard of similar witchcraft before... that thing... seems to be a Gumantong!"

"Gumantong..." Baird recalled.

It is said to be a kind of witchcraft from Southeast Asia, and some people call it "raising little ghosts". He has heard of it, but doesn't understand it.

Seeing the black-robed wizard walking towards Knockturn Alley, Baird snorted coldly: "This sale party really attracted all kinds of ghosts and ghosts! Let's go, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Is he also here for Vader Gray?" Ilari asked worriedly: "What if he takes little Vader away? We don't understand the witchcraft in Southeast Asia."

Baird disagreed: "We don't have a chance. How can they, who have just come from foreign countries, do it? Do you know how many Aurors are guarding this street today?"

"I don't know...how many are there?" Ilari asked simply.

Baird choked: "Anyway, don't ask, just leave quickly! If we stay any longer, we will all be targeted!"

…

After entering Knockturn Alley, the black-robed wizard stood by the wall for a while. Using the reflection, he found that the wizards he encountered by chance did not seem to be suspicious, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

An old wizard with a face full of gray and whose appearance was unclear came closer. Looking at the evil gaze of the black-robed wizard, she grinned, revealing a mouth full of incomplete, black teeth.

The homeless old wizard said in a hoarse voice: "Do you want to buy anything? They are all of the best quality."

He opened the cloak and saw a dozen shrunken human heads hanging inside the cloak. Some were cursing in a low voice, some were staring at the black-robed wizard with sticky evil eyes, and some were trying to open their mouths to bite the ones next to them. Head.

Without saying a word, the black-robed wizard took out his wand and waved it hard. A deep crack instantly appeared on the dirty ground, and he scratched it right against the old wizard's toes.

He was startled and took a step back, accidentally falling. The sound of cheers suddenly came from the cloak, and several mouths bit it without hesitation.

The old wizard wailed and rolled around, tearing the heads off his body with all his strength, and hit them one by one with a bone stick, until the heads screamed continuously.

The black-robed wizard gave him a cold look, carefully moved the swaddling clothes to his chest, covered it with his cloak, and quickly passed by the old wizard and walked into Borgin Burke's store.

The screams of the heads stopped, and several pairs of eyes stared in that direction.

"Darkness...darkness..."

They whisper:

"What an evil darkness..."

…

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The bell on the counter rang, and the hunched-over Mr. Borgin walked quickly out.

“Welcome, sir—what can I do for you?”

He said in a smooth tone, his eyes quickly scanning around the black-robed wizard, focusing on the protruding mass on his chest.

--Child? Or a corpse?

Having run such a shop in Knockturn Alley, which has remained standing for hundreds of years, Mr. Borgin has naturally seen all kinds of dark wizards and dangerous dark magic items.

He was not interested in the identity or secret of the black-robed wizard, he only wanted to know how much income the other party could bring him.

The black-robed wizard placed a heavy money bag on the counter. With a thud, the bag opened, revealing a large pile of golden Galleons.

Mr. Bojin's eyes straightened, and the smile on his face became more sincere and bright: "What do you want to buy? My distinguished sir."

"I have a lot to buy." The black-robed wizard said in a low voice. He took out a roll of parchment from his pocket and placed it on the counter. "Can you get all the things on it?"

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Mr. Borkin put on a pair of pince-nez and looked at it carefully.

"Poison hemlock, datura, wolfsbane aconite, phoenix tail feathers, unicorn horn, troll heart..."

He smiled: "Except for the sphinx's feathers and the Wendigo's claws, which will have to wait a few days, I can give them to you now."

"Very good." The black-robed wizard poured a pile of Galleons on the table and said, "I don't have much time, please prepare it as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay! I'll do it right away!"

Mr. Borkin trotted into the back house, and the store fell silent.

A few minutes later, the black-robed wizard came out of the Borgin-Bock store carrying a box.

The old wizard at the door has disappeared, and there are a few sneaky guys in the distance. This is the unique "scenery" of Knockturn Alley that will never disappear. The black-robed wizard ignored it.

At this time, a thin, sharp sound came from his chest——

"Snake venom...go to Bagwell's store to buy it."

"Yes, Master." The black-robed wizard lowered his head and said softly.

He looked around, saw Bagwell's shop sign not far away, and walked over.

As he walked, the collar of his cloak opened and closed, vaguely revealing a very strange baby inside.

He looked bright red, as if he had no skin or hair, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of fine scales. On his head was a strange snake face with sparkling red eyes.

He peered through the crack at the cold and vast world outside, his eyes evil and violent, and his young body seemed to contain a very terrifying soul.

The cold wind blew through and rolled up the snowflakes on the eaves of the roof. The black-robed wizard quickly gathered his cloak to prevent the baby inside from freezing, and at the same time, it also covered the strange face.

…

"bite--"

The elevator made a crisp sound, and the iron gate-like door opened with a clatter.

"Department of Mysteries."

A cold female voice said.

"Over here, please follow me."

A dull-looking wizard led the way, followed by several powerful wizards, led by the lion-like Auror Director Scrimgeour, followed closely by Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Everyone walked quickly through an empty corridor and finally stopped in front of a simple black door.

"Bode, is this the Department of Mysteries?" an Auror from behind asked curiously.

"Yes, it's right here." The wizard with a dull expression replied.

He opened the door and everyone followed him in.

Inside was a huge circular room with black walls and a black floor. There were twelve identical black doors on the wall, and in the middle of the door there was a candle with a blue flame.

As soon as everyone came in, the candles were automatically lit, but the room was still extremely dark, as if the light had been swallowed up by the floor and walls.

Bode identified the direction, then walked straight to one of the black doors, pushed it open, and bright light came out from inside.

Scrimgeour and the others all walked over. The younger Auror at the back of the team stretched his neck hard, hoping to see the scene inside in advance.

This is a square room with a table in the room and a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid in the center. There are some white things floating slowly in it, like a group of jellyfish.

"Is this the Hall of Brains?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Yes," Bode replied.

"Those are... human brains?"

the young Auror asked in horror, then covered his mouth under Scrimgeour's stern gaze.

"You said this place was broken into..." Kingsley asked, "What did you throw away? Or did the intruder do something here?"

Bode slowly raised his head, looked at Kingsley, and after a while said, "We don't know."

Kingsley was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"There's no fixed number of brains here," Bode said. "Sometimes there's a sudden increase, and sometimes it's down to just one or two, so we don't know how many there are or whether they've been stolen."

"We have no way of knowing what the intruders did here - the Hall of Brains is one of the most mysterious places in the Department of Mysteries, because thoughts are elusive and intangible."

"Well, let's get to work," Scrimgeour interrupted, saying, "Find out as many traces of the intruder as you can...but stay away from the tank."

"yes!"

Several Aurors responded and began to investigate.

They were all people with unique skills and abilities in their respective fields. They quickly detected subtle traces of magic and a few remaining footprints, and everyone recorded them one by one.

Kingsley used his wand to guide a very fine green mist into the crystal bottle and stored it.

"He's an experienced guy." He heard his colleague mutter: "Almost all valuable clues have been destroyed, only..."

Together they looked towards the water tank.

There were only more traces left next to the water tank. Probably the intruder didn't want to cause any serious damage to the brain inside.

The traces extended to the inside of the water tank, but Scrimgeour did not allow them to get close to the water tank to investigate. Bode, a silent man, always stood by and stared, as if they were the thief.