Chapter 122 The second attack
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tweel didn't know yet that Dumbledore was observing him, or in other words, he himself had been observing Dumbledore, and the two of them coincided in this respect.
It was still early when I got back to the office, so I used this time to read a book for a while.
Recently, he learned a new method, which is to control magic power accurately. He does not need to construct a room, but only constructs the books he wants to read.
This saves effort and time.
After watching for a long time, suddenly, a phoenix tail feather appeared in front of him with sparks, and with the feathers falling, there were Dumbledore's words——
"Tver, I need you to come to the school hospital."
Tver caught the feather curiously.
He knew that the phoenix tail feathers could be transmitted without restriction, but the function of carrying words felt more useful than the Patronus Charm.
Then go to the principal's office next time and pick up some phoenix hair?
I just don’t know if Fox is willing to...
While thinking wildly, he walked down to the second floor.
When he arrived at the campus hospital, several professors were already surrounding him.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were wearing pajamas underneath and a coat outside, but Dumbledore and Snape were still wearing their daytime robes, which did not look like they were getting ready for bed.
Did the two of them talk so late?It takes so long to make a snitch.
Tver made a malicious guess,
Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the periphery, immediately saw him thinking and quickly got out of the way.
"Tver, you came just in time to help look after this child."
The man lying on the hospital bed was no stranger to Turville, it was Colin Creevey.
His body was stiff and his face was gloomy, exactly the same as Mrs. Norris last time.
"I think we can all see that this child has been petrified." Snape said calmly.
"Indeed," Tver agreed in a rare move, "it's still the same as the last attack."
"But your badge doesn't seem to be doing the trick."
Snape lifted up the emblem under Colin's robe, and it reflected a conspicuous light in the faint light.
"Just because Colin was petrified doesn't mean the badge is useless. In fact, it probably protected Colin."
Dumbledore's wise eyes stopped Snape from questioning, and then picked up the camera in Colin's hand.
"Is it possible to photograph the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked expectantly.
Dumbledore did not speak, but carefully opened the back cover of the camera.
A stream of hot steam hissed out of the camera along with smoke and the acrid smell of burning plastic.
"Oh my god, what does this mean?" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in surprise.
This means that even if it was not burned, the film was exposed. Tver raised the corner of his mouth proudly.
After taking pictures of him all day long, I finally got rid of this annoying camera. It would be better to burn the black photos of him as well.
"It means the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again." Dumbledore said seriously.
“Inform every professor and ask everyone to pay more attention to the safety of students.
And both attacks were near the third floor. Tver, you and... forget it, just keep an eye on yourself and notify us in time if anything happens. "
……
On Sunday, since it was still the weekend, most of the students in the castle didn't know yet about Colin's attack.
But clever Percy heard some news from Harry who was discharged from the hospital.
"Professor, I heard there was another attack, right?" He asked bravely before starting the tutorial class.
"Yes."
Tver briefly explained what happened last night.
Percy immediately frowned tightly.
He had seen Ron and the three of them wandering around on the third floor. Although the professor's office was also here, if he bumped into an attacker, the professor would be beyond his reach.
Seeing this, Tver comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as they wear their badges, basic safety can be guaranteed."
Percy nodded reluctantly.
"Then, based on your previous practice, I think you can try simple black magic."
"Really?" Percy's worries were swept away.
Recently, he has been practicing controlling his thoughts and evil thoughts, but what makes him laugh or cry is that he has not learned much black magic yet, but his control over ordinary magic has become much stronger.
Now I can learn orthodox black magic.
"Of course, black magic is actually very simple." Tver said with a smile.
"In the magical world, it is generally believed that there are three types of dark curses, namely jinxes, poison spells and curses."
"But in my opinion, any magic that can inflict evil thoughts and cause irreparable harm is black magic."
Percy was stunned for a moment, "In that case, ordinary magic can also be called dark magic?"
"Yes."
Tver waved his wand, and a wisp of flame emerged from the top, beating from time to time, floating in the air like a small lantern.
"This is a fire spell."
(Officially, "flame" is called a fire spell. I thought it was a bit strange, so I changed it to a fire spell. The actual spell and effect have not changed.)
Then he waved the wand again, and the little lantern was swallowed up by a hot blue-purple flame.
Across the table, Percy could feel the powerful destructiveness of the blue and purple flames, as well as the evil thoughts that corroded his soul.
"Is this Li Huo?"
"Yes, the two are essentially the same magic, but due to the different methods of use, the Fire Curse is more difficult to control and more destructive."
Percy sat up straight in surprise.
"Could it be that the black magic I want to learn today is the Fire Curse?"
Tver replied with a meaningful smile: "You are right, but before that, you have to become proficient in practicing the Fire Spell."
"That's no problem. I completely dismantled the Fire Curse last year." Percy said confidently, patting his chest.
10 minute later.
"Professor, I feel that my understanding of this spell is not deep enough..."
Percy's face was covered in hot sweat from the flames, and his sweaty bangs were scorched by the flames, and his hair, which was not straight, became even curlier.
The whole person was sitting on the ground as if exhausted, without any trace of his usual calm posture as a prefect.
And in front of him was a circle formed by matches.
The upper half of these matches is white, and the rest is as black as ink.
Just the proportions vary.
What Percy had to do was to control the small flames produced by the Fire Curse, cast evil thoughts in different proportions one by one, and light the circle of matches.
Don't hesitate yet, as time goes by, the original match will go out automatically, and you need to go around in a circle to continue lighting it.
But when his magic power is exhausted, he can only light less than half of the match at best.
Hearing Percy's words, Twil looked up from his book.
"Take a break," Percy's face brightened, "and then continue."
"...Yes, Professor."
It was still early when I got back to the office, so I used this time to read a book for a while.
Recently, he learned a new method, which is to control magic power accurately. He does not need to construct a room, but only constructs the books he wants to read.
This saves effort and time.
After watching for a long time, suddenly, a phoenix tail feather appeared in front of him with sparks, and with the feathers falling, there were Dumbledore's words——
"Tver, I need you to come to the school hospital."
Tver caught the feather curiously.
He knew that the phoenix tail feathers could be transmitted without restriction, but the function of carrying words felt more useful than the Patronus Charm.
Then go to the principal's office next time and pick up some phoenix hair?
I just don’t know if Fox is willing to...
While thinking wildly, he walked down to the second floor.
When he arrived at the campus hospital, several professors were already surrounding him.
Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were wearing pajamas underneath and a coat outside, but Dumbledore and Snape were still wearing their daytime robes, which did not look like they were getting ready for bed.
Did the two of them talk so late?It takes so long to make a snitch.
Tver made a malicious guess,
Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the periphery, immediately saw him thinking and quickly got out of the way.
"Tver, you came just in time to help look after this child."
The man lying on the hospital bed was no stranger to Turville, it was Colin Creevey.
His body was stiff and his face was gloomy, exactly the same as Mrs. Norris last time.
"I think we can all see that this child has been petrified." Snape said calmly.
"Indeed," Tver agreed in a rare move, "it's still the same as the last attack."
"But your badge doesn't seem to be doing the trick."
Snape lifted up the emblem under Colin's robe, and it reflected a conspicuous light in the faint light.
"Just because Colin was petrified doesn't mean the badge is useless. In fact, it probably protected Colin."
Dumbledore's wise eyes stopped Snape from questioning, and then picked up the camera in Colin's hand.
"Is it possible to photograph the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked expectantly.
Dumbledore did not speak, but carefully opened the back cover of the camera.
A stream of hot steam hissed out of the camera along with smoke and the acrid smell of burning plastic.
"Oh my god, what does this mean?" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in surprise.
This means that even if it was not burned, the film was exposed. Tver raised the corner of his mouth proudly.
After taking pictures of him all day long, I finally got rid of this annoying camera. It would be better to burn the black photos of him as well.
"It means the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again." Dumbledore said seriously.
“Inform every professor and ask everyone to pay more attention to the safety of students.
And both attacks were near the third floor. Tver, you and... forget it, just keep an eye on yourself and notify us in time if anything happens. "
……
On Sunday, since it was still the weekend, most of the students in the castle didn't know yet about Colin's attack.
But clever Percy heard some news from Harry who was discharged from the hospital.
"Professor, I heard there was another attack, right?" He asked bravely before starting the tutorial class.
"Yes."
Tver briefly explained what happened last night.
Percy immediately frowned tightly.
He had seen Ron and the three of them wandering around on the third floor. Although the professor's office was also here, if he bumped into an attacker, the professor would be beyond his reach.
Seeing this, Tver comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as they wear their badges, basic safety can be guaranteed."
Percy nodded reluctantly.
"Then, based on your previous practice, I think you can try simple black magic."
"Really?" Percy's worries were swept away.
Recently, he has been practicing controlling his thoughts and evil thoughts, but what makes him laugh or cry is that he has not learned much black magic yet, but his control over ordinary magic has become much stronger.
Now I can learn orthodox black magic.
"Of course, black magic is actually very simple." Tver said with a smile.
"In the magical world, it is generally believed that there are three types of dark curses, namely jinxes, poison spells and curses."
"But in my opinion, any magic that can inflict evil thoughts and cause irreparable harm is black magic."
Percy was stunned for a moment, "In that case, ordinary magic can also be called dark magic?"
"Yes."
Tver waved his wand, and a wisp of flame emerged from the top, beating from time to time, floating in the air like a small lantern.
"This is a fire spell."
(Officially, "flame" is called a fire spell. I thought it was a bit strange, so I changed it to a fire spell. The actual spell and effect have not changed.)
Then he waved the wand again, and the little lantern was swallowed up by a hot blue-purple flame.
Across the table, Percy could feel the powerful destructiveness of the blue and purple flames, as well as the evil thoughts that corroded his soul.
"Is this Li Huo?"
"Yes, the two are essentially the same magic, but due to the different methods of use, the Fire Curse is more difficult to control and more destructive."
Percy sat up straight in surprise.
"Could it be that the black magic I want to learn today is the Fire Curse?"
Tver replied with a meaningful smile: "You are right, but before that, you have to become proficient in practicing the Fire Spell."
"That's no problem. I completely dismantled the Fire Curse last year." Percy said confidently, patting his chest.
10 minute later.
"Professor, I feel that my understanding of this spell is not deep enough..."
Percy's face was covered in hot sweat from the flames, and his sweaty bangs were scorched by the flames, and his hair, which was not straight, became even curlier.
The whole person was sitting on the ground as if exhausted, without any trace of his usual calm posture as a prefect.
And in front of him was a circle formed by matches.
The upper half of these matches is white, and the rest is as black as ink.
Just the proportions vary.
What Percy had to do was to control the small flames produced by the Fire Curse, cast evil thoughts in different proportions one by one, and light the circle of matches.
Don't hesitate yet, as time goes by, the original match will go out automatically, and you need to go around in a circle to continue lighting it.
But when his magic power is exhausted, he can only light less than half of the match at best.
Hearing Percy's words, Twil looked up from his book.
"Take a break," Percy's face brightened, "and then continue."
"...Yes, Professor."
