Chapter 84 The Shadow That Devoured the Diary
Swallow, of course you have to swallow.
The shadow of Teacher Voldemort!
But it can't be wasted.
But it definitely won’t work today.
It's already early morning and today is Monday, so let's wait a few days!
In the following days, Hefeth felt a little uncomfortable.
It’s not because of the shadow in the diary.
But it was that little girl Hermione, for some reason, always avoiding him.
Even though they still sat together in class, Hermione was always preoccupied.
And Hermione basically doesn't communicate with Hephis anymore.
In the past, Hermione always spoke with her little mouth, and Hephis listened.
Now it was Heffie who took the initiative to bring up the topic, and Hermione just responded perfunctorily with "um", "ah", "this", and "yes".
When Hephis asked, Hermione said it was fine.
It made Hephis want to swallow the girl's shadow to see what was going on.
But it's just a thought.
He thought Hermione might be having her period, after all, Hermione was twelve years old.
On Friday night, Hephes called Theodore as usual to help guard the place.
Only this time, he didn't explain what he was going to devour.
He just gave a brief instruction that if anything unexpected happened, Theodore would be responsible for administering the medicine and finding Snape.
Hephis stared at the shadow in his palm, took a deep breath, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Then, his body trembled, he fell heavily to the ground and fell into a coma.
The expected bloodbath did not occur.
Apart from fainting, there was nothing unusual about Hephesus.
Theodore looked at Hefeth, who was breathing evenly, and felt a little embarrassed.
If there is a problem, it can be solved.
But he is in a coma, how to solve this problem.
He decided to observe for a while, and if he didn't wake up tomorrow, he would go find Snape.
So he used a levitation spell to move Hephis to the bed.
He sat by the bed, looking at Hephes' face silently.
When Hephis opened his eyes again, he found himself in a room with six white sides.
"Why are you here again?"
This time, the man in white robe appeared immediately after discovering Hephes.
He was very confused. Didn’t he leave before?
Did he not go back, or did he go back to prison for the second time?
"Ancestor, long time no see." Hephis greeted him familiarly, "I don't know why. And why did I come to your hazy fantasy world first?"
"Why did you come in this time? Is it because of 'Animagi' again?" A complicated look flashed in the white-robed man's eyes.
"No, I don't know why." Hephes sat on the ground.
"Okay. How's your Animagi training going? Are you successful?" The white-robed man's voice was trembling.
"Almost." Hephis nodded.
He did this by studying Animagi and Blood Transplantation, and by devouring the shadows of various animals.
A relatively complete plan is already in place.
Now all that’s missing is the basilisk’s shadow, as long as we get it.
He can start trying when he finds a suitable time.
"By the way, how old are you now? Are you married? Do you have children?" the man in white robe suddenly asked.
Hephis almost vomited blood.
What the hell?
"I'm only twelve years old, okay!" Hephis replied speechlessly.
"What? You're only twelve?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes! Can't you see? Am I so anxious to grow up?" Hephis shrugged helplessly.
The man in white robe shook his head and explained, "I can't see your face. Or rather, in my hazy fantasy, there is no face."
"You can't see what I look like? Don't you have the final say in this space?" Hephis was very confused.
The man in white robes laughed bitterly, "This space is mine, but when did I tell you that I have the final say?"
Hephis thought about it and agreed.
The last time he was in his hazy fantasy, he tried to control it, hoping to find the dragon eggs faster and go back earlier.
But in this hazy fantasy world, no one paid any attention to him.
"Don't interrupt me," the man in white robes suddenly interrupted Hephis's thoughts, with a hint of urgency in his tone, "You don't even have children, how can you perform the Animagi transformation?"
"No, does an 'Animagi' have to have a child first after transforming? But I'm a man, what does having a child have to do with me?" Hephis complained.
The white-robed man's tone became serious, "What if... you have to leave blood for the Brian family."
Hephis really wanted to vomit blood this time. Was he so pessimistic about him?
"Ancestor, look, I'm here now. Please tell me the secrets of your era." Hephis changed the subject directly.
The man in white looked at Hephes for a long time and sighed helplessly.
He opened his mouth slowly and began to tell Hephis some secrets of their time.
In his narrative, one name appears frequently: Helga Hufflepuff.
In the era when the White Robes lived, Helga Hufflepuff had just disappeared.
This means that Helga Hufflepuff was at least six or seven hundred years old.
Moreover, she almost destroyed the ancient magic by herself.
Even many ancestors of pure-blood families were ruthlessly wiped out by her.
In the eyes of the white robed men, Helga Hufflepuff is simply a killing god.
But in the history that Hephis knew, Helga Hufflepuff was a woman who was born in a valley and had a gentle and kind personality.
This would have been the case if it weren't for the identical names and his repeated confirmation.
He simply couldn't think of these things as being done by the same person.
Just as Hephis was listening intently, the familiar pulling force came again.
"Ancestor, I have to take my leave now." Hephis stood up and bowed slightly, bidding farewell to the man in white robes.
The man in white robe looked at him, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I believe in you, keep going."
Hephes nodded and disappeared.
There he was again, in his own misty surroundings, familiar meadows and woods.
But the castle in front of him was no longer golden, but as black as ink.
The adult Hermione was still there, accompanying the two children as they played on the grass, her smile warm and kind.
And beside her, there was another figure.
A middle-aged man with smooth hair draped over his shoulders was Snape.
He was now looking at the two children with loving eyes.
The little boy was riding a small broom, flying happily at a height of less than one meter above the ground.
The little girl sat quietly on the grass, holding a small wooden stick in her hand, directing a black shadow.
Every time Shadow successfully transformed into an animal, she would giggle.
Hephis stood there blankly, watching this heartwarming scene.
Until a voice sounded.
