Chapter 341 Headmaster Black
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Regulus Black is the pride of the entire Black family.
Although he and his brother are both Death Eaters, they have completely opposite personalities.
One Slytherin, one Gryffindor.
Regulus is the proud son of heaven, born to be a qualified member of the Black family.
And Sirius is synonymous with rebellion, he would rather be expelled from the family than run away from home.
The fate of the two brothers is also very different.
One died mysteriously, and the other went to jail.
The eternally pure Black family is a top pure-blood wizarding family that is older and richer than the Malfoy family.
But with the fall of Voldemort, many things have changed.
Those Death Eaters who resisted stubbornly were dead, even with family vouching.
Bellatrix and Sirius were both imprisoned in Azkaban without trial as felons.
If nothing else, there are only two female members left in the once brilliant Black family.
One is Narcissa, who married into the Malfoy family, and the other is Andromeda, who married a Muggle-born and was also expelled from the family.
Phineas raised his head, his eyes were extraordinarily determined.
"I want to know who killed my poor great-great-grandson, Regulus Arcturus Black!"
Tom shook his head lightly, "Principal Black, you are too greedy."
Phineas roared hysterically: "I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to tell the truth!"
"Okay, the deal is established." Tom walked under his portrait,
"It wasn't me who killed your poor great-great-grandson, but a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"who is it!"
"Dorcas Meadows." The cruelty in his dark eyes was fleeting, "Principal Black, I think very highly of Regulus.
So the object of your revenge was already torn to pieces by me 12 years ago. "
"It's—it's impossible—"
Including Phineas, the principals couldn't believe that the little girl who was a bit shy could actually be the murderer of Regulus.
But she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, so both her position and motivation are quite sufficient.
"fraud!"
"Don't believe his nonsense!"
The principals are all trying to persuade Phineas.
"I'm not lying." Tom patted the school robe on his body, "Principal Black, at some point, the truth is so cruel."
"Old ghost! Don't forget our duty!"
"Shut up, Armando!" Phineas glared at the half of the picture frame on the ground, "I know what I'm doing!"
His gaze was up, fixed on Tom's handsome face.
"Principal Black, it's your turn."
"Yeah, it's my turn." He sat back on the chair in the portrait and sighed rather helplessly: "Oh—
Since you want it so badly, let me reveal a little bit about it. "
The smile on Tom's face was exceptionally gentle, "I want to know more, Principal Black."
"Okay, okay—" Phineas shook his head melancholy, "Although I haven't taught you personally, I've always been very satisfied with you.
Tom, the answer is—
Actually that sword, the Gryffindor sword—”
He thrust his head forward suddenly, and the whole portrait was taken up by his large mocking face,
"Actually, it's not here at all, you can find it yourself! Hahahaha——"
Tom's expectant expression twisted for a moment.
Anger, disappointment, regret and other emotions flashed one by one.
"I'm very sorry--"
He raised his wand calmly, "Principal Black, I have always admired you very much."
"Because I don't like Muggle-born students?" Phineas stepped back slightly,
"I am the headmaster of Hogwarts! I will never compromise with a bastard like you!"
Angry Tom pointed his wand over, "I will find you and destroy your last picture frame!"
The red light from the tip of the staff reflected on his face through the brighter silver light.
After a "swish", the right arm holding the wand tightly was cut open neatly.
"Ah——" Tom stretched out his left hand with a face full of pain, covering the wound where the black mist was blowing out.
Even Mithril and Silver Iron couldn't make him feel the pain.
But this kind of burning from the soul was indeed caused by a sword.
"Who is it!" Tom looked around resentfully.
There was no one, no sound.
"Hahahaha——" Phineas laughed heartily, "Tom, you'd better run away now!
Even if you're still holding the wand, your Killing Curse won't work on him! "
"Harry Potter—" Tom growled the name under his breath.
The principals were all stunned.
This approach without a sound, this crisp movement, is clearly Vincent who kidnapped the Sorting Hat.
"Occlumency and Disillusionment—" Tom let go of the tight wound.
The black mist that drifted out formed an arm again, and his eyes were calm again.
Psychological warfare?
Vincent, who was hiding behind him, looked down.
Say the wrong name on purpose, try to annoy yourself and reveal your position, and then take the opportunity to pick up the wand?
Voldemort with hair is really insidious!
The first time I was fooled was because of carelessness, and the second time I was fooled because of lack of information.
the third time?
impossible.
Vincent didn't know where Snape was hiding, but he knew that he was more patient than himself.
Sitting on the small bench lasts most of the semester, and it is not a problem to spend one night at all.
None of the former principals dared to breathe loudly.
In this deathly silent space, a game is going on to determine the outcome.
Tom wanted his wand back, Vincent and Snape wanted to kill him.
……
……
The third floor of the castle.
Flitwick used various spells flexibly to force the basilisk into the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"hiss--"
He waved his wand to bounce back all the venom he spewed.
The basilisk was unaffected, and opened its large, narrow eyes.
Fred and George took the opportunity to throw several smoke bombs again, forcing it to close its eyes quickly.
"Good job!" Flitwick focused the smoke around the basilisk's head.
There is no way to retreat, and further retreat is the end of the corridor.
"Professor, we're out of stock."
"It's okay, they're here."
As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, the figures of McGonagall and Sprout appeared in the corridor behind them.
"Filius, be careful!"
The basilisk with its eyes closed sensed the increase in the number of people, and pulled out its tail violently.
"There are many obstacles - armor protection -"
Flitwick cast two spells almost at the same time, successfully blocking the huge tail on the barrier at the tip of the staff.
Mag trotted over, the wand in his hand circled the basilisk.
It quickly drew its tail back, punching a hole in the wall of the corridor that was beginning to shrink.
The breeze blew in.
Outside the castle is an open lawn, and beyond is a forbidden forest full of tall trees.
"Don't let it go!"
Flitwick's reaction was quick, and he was ready for the next spell the moment he removed the Iron Armor Curse.
A whip extended from the tip of his staff, wrapping around the basilisk like a rope.
"His-"
The holes are being mended, and the whip is being tightened.
The basilisk opened its mouth fiercely, and spit out a long black shadow slightly smaller than its body.
It fell limply to the floor, the verdant luster of its scales beginning to dull.
"She actually fled away." Flitwick frowned and looked at the restored wall.
The black lake is pitch black, eyesight will be useless, and venom will be diluted.
The Forbidden Forest has Dumbledore's magic, as long as the range is controlled, it is the most suitable place.
……
……
Although he and his brother are both Death Eaters, they have completely opposite personalities.
One Slytherin, one Gryffindor.
Regulus is the proud son of heaven, born to be a qualified member of the Black family.
And Sirius is synonymous with rebellion, he would rather be expelled from the family than run away from home.
The fate of the two brothers is also very different.
One died mysteriously, and the other went to jail.
The eternally pure Black family is a top pure-blood wizarding family that is older and richer than the Malfoy family.
But with the fall of Voldemort, many things have changed.
Those Death Eaters who resisted stubbornly were dead, even with family vouching.
Bellatrix and Sirius were both imprisoned in Azkaban without trial as felons.
If nothing else, there are only two female members left in the once brilliant Black family.
One is Narcissa, who married into the Malfoy family, and the other is Andromeda, who married a Muggle-born and was also expelled from the family.
Phineas raised his head, his eyes were extraordinarily determined.
"I want to know who killed my poor great-great-grandson, Regulus Arcturus Black!"
Tom shook his head lightly, "Principal Black, you are too greedy."
Phineas roared hysterically: "I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to tell the truth!"
"Okay, the deal is established." Tom walked under his portrait,
"It wasn't me who killed your poor great-great-grandson, but a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"who is it!"
"Dorcas Meadows." The cruelty in his dark eyes was fleeting, "Principal Black, I think very highly of Regulus.
So the object of your revenge was already torn to pieces by me 12 years ago. "
"It's—it's impossible—"
Including Phineas, the principals couldn't believe that the little girl who was a bit shy could actually be the murderer of Regulus.
But she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, so both her position and motivation are quite sufficient.
"fraud!"
"Don't believe his nonsense!"
The principals are all trying to persuade Phineas.
"I'm not lying." Tom patted the school robe on his body, "Principal Black, at some point, the truth is so cruel."
"Old ghost! Don't forget our duty!"
"Shut up, Armando!" Phineas glared at the half of the picture frame on the ground, "I know what I'm doing!"
His gaze was up, fixed on Tom's handsome face.
"Principal Black, it's your turn."
"Yeah, it's my turn." He sat back on the chair in the portrait and sighed rather helplessly: "Oh—
Since you want it so badly, let me reveal a little bit about it. "
The smile on Tom's face was exceptionally gentle, "I want to know more, Principal Black."
"Okay, okay—" Phineas shook his head melancholy, "Although I haven't taught you personally, I've always been very satisfied with you.
Tom, the answer is—
Actually that sword, the Gryffindor sword—”
He thrust his head forward suddenly, and the whole portrait was taken up by his large mocking face,
"Actually, it's not here at all, you can find it yourself! Hahahaha——"
Tom's expectant expression twisted for a moment.
Anger, disappointment, regret and other emotions flashed one by one.
"I'm very sorry--"
He raised his wand calmly, "Principal Black, I have always admired you very much."
"Because I don't like Muggle-born students?" Phineas stepped back slightly,
"I am the headmaster of Hogwarts! I will never compromise with a bastard like you!"
Angry Tom pointed his wand over, "I will find you and destroy your last picture frame!"
The red light from the tip of the staff reflected on his face through the brighter silver light.
After a "swish", the right arm holding the wand tightly was cut open neatly.
"Ah——" Tom stretched out his left hand with a face full of pain, covering the wound where the black mist was blowing out.
Even Mithril and Silver Iron couldn't make him feel the pain.
But this kind of burning from the soul was indeed caused by a sword.
"Who is it!" Tom looked around resentfully.
There was no one, no sound.
"Hahahaha——" Phineas laughed heartily, "Tom, you'd better run away now!
Even if you're still holding the wand, your Killing Curse won't work on him! "
"Harry Potter—" Tom growled the name under his breath.
The principals were all stunned.
This approach without a sound, this crisp movement, is clearly Vincent who kidnapped the Sorting Hat.
"Occlumency and Disillusionment—" Tom let go of the tight wound.
The black mist that drifted out formed an arm again, and his eyes were calm again.
Psychological warfare?
Vincent, who was hiding behind him, looked down.
Say the wrong name on purpose, try to annoy yourself and reveal your position, and then take the opportunity to pick up the wand?
Voldemort with hair is really insidious!
The first time I was fooled was because of carelessness, and the second time I was fooled because of lack of information.
the third time?
impossible.
Vincent didn't know where Snape was hiding, but he knew that he was more patient than himself.
Sitting on the small bench lasts most of the semester, and it is not a problem to spend one night at all.
None of the former principals dared to breathe loudly.
In this deathly silent space, a game is going on to determine the outcome.
Tom wanted his wand back, Vincent and Snape wanted to kill him.
……
……
The third floor of the castle.
Flitwick used various spells flexibly to force the basilisk into the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"hiss--"
He waved his wand to bounce back all the venom he spewed.
The basilisk was unaffected, and opened its large, narrow eyes.
Fred and George took the opportunity to throw several smoke bombs again, forcing it to close its eyes quickly.
"Good job!" Flitwick focused the smoke around the basilisk's head.
There is no way to retreat, and further retreat is the end of the corridor.
"Professor, we're out of stock."
"It's okay, they're here."
As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, the figures of McGonagall and Sprout appeared in the corridor behind them.
"Filius, be careful!"
The basilisk with its eyes closed sensed the increase in the number of people, and pulled out its tail violently.
"There are many obstacles - armor protection -"
Flitwick cast two spells almost at the same time, successfully blocking the huge tail on the barrier at the tip of the staff.
Mag trotted over, the wand in his hand circled the basilisk.
It quickly drew its tail back, punching a hole in the wall of the corridor that was beginning to shrink.
The breeze blew in.
Outside the castle is an open lawn, and beyond is a forbidden forest full of tall trees.
"Don't let it go!"
Flitwick's reaction was quick, and he was ready for the next spell the moment he removed the Iron Armor Curse.
A whip extended from the tip of his staff, wrapping around the basilisk like a rope.
"His-"
The holes are being mended, and the whip is being tightened.
The basilisk opened its mouth fiercely, and spit out a long black shadow slightly smaller than its body.
It fell limply to the floor, the verdant luster of its scales beginning to dull.
"She actually fled away." Flitwick frowned and looked at the restored wall.
The black lake is pitch black, eyesight will be useless, and venom will be diluted.
The Forbidden Forest has Dumbledore's magic, as long as the range is controlled, it is the most suitable place.
……
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