Chapter 7
After eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Amosta, who hastily concluded the meeting, left Dumbledore's office.

His cheeks were a little stiff from the long, echoing smile, and even though Dumbledore was no longer in sight, he looked like he was smiling.

There is no way, just to make a living, it is not shabby to greet each other with a smile.

Although he chatted for more than three hours, he still didn't understand what Dumbledore's purpose was for summoning him tonight. Recalling the entire conversation, Amosta found that Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to present any plan at all. But just pulling his thoughts to travel all over the world, like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for a long time, chatting after drinking.

The only harvest is that there is still a small half bottle of whiskey left in his hand, which Dumbledore gave him very generously.

This is very unreasonable, and the trust that Dumbledore shows does not match his cautious character at all.

The corridor was empty, and the people in the portraits on both sides of the wall slept soundly under each torch. During the Christmas holiday, even Filch, the dedicated castle administrator, left school to visit old friends.

The cold wind blowing into the castle through the window hole was still biting, but the snow had stopped falling, and the shadow of the moon struggling to break free could be faintly seen in the thick clouds.

Amosta stood in front of a window opening at the corner of the stairs, looking into the distance with great interest. On a starless night, the Forbidden Forest was so dark that it was impossible to see clearly, and the flickering fire in Hagrid's cabin was almost invisible. The only light under the dark night.

"I'm so glad you came out of Dumbledore's office alive, Amostar, I'm even thinking about how to hold your funeral,"

Snape had already changed into purple pajamas, he leaned against the corner wall, staring at the wine bottle in Amosta's hand and sneered
"Could it be that Dumbledore's insanity skills have regressed so much that he has to rely on Veritaserum to dig out from your mouth the crimes you have committed in the past few years?"

"Your speaking style is still sharp, Professor,"

Amosta turned his head to look at Snape in the shadows and smiled,
"Headmaster Dumbledore didn't use Veritaserum on me, but it looks like he's figured out what he wants to know from me."

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A ray of moonlight leaping across thousands of mountains and rivers passed through the window grille, forming several side-by-side rectangular light spots on the ward floor of the school hospital.

"Fluorescent flashes."

After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had returned to sleep in her small room, Hermione quietly opened her eyes, squirmed into the bedding, and took out a copy of "Common Magical Ailments" from under the pillow and spread it out. She commissioned Harry to help them out of the library.

Although Madam Pomfrey promised her that the hair on her face would fade away in a few weeks, if possible, Hermione hoped to find a way to shorten this time, otherwise, she didn't know how to talk to those who could Foresight people who visit her to explain why she has a beautiful beard growing on her cheeks.

Perhaps affected by animal habits after wrong deformation, Hermione crawled like a real cat, her white palms were unconsciously clenched into cat paws on the pages of the book, and a slender cat tail quietly Slipped out and let it hang on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming from outside the ward made Hermione's ears on the top of her head froze. In a very short time, after ruling out that it was Harry, Ron who came to visit her and Madam Pomfrey who was watching the night, Hermione's hair suddenly stood on end, her expression frightened,

Could it be that he encountered the murderer of the secret room attack? !
She hastily extinguished the light of the wand, and lay back on the bed, holding the wand tightly with her hand under the quilt.

"There are very few things that happen in this school that can be hidden from Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor, are you sure that he really knows nothing?"

"You can say he is hypocritical, but he will not allow someone to use conspiracy to harm the students here."

A sinister, deep voice answered the previous question, and this voice, Hermione was very familiar with, it was the most hated by Harry, and it was also the potion that had the most prejudice against Gryffindor students among the whole school staff The class professor, Professor Snape.

Hermione, who had a great memory, was sure she had never heard that voice before.

However, at least from the conversation, it can be understood that the comer is not the heir of Slytherin.

After a brief hesitation, Hermione's furry head popped out from under the quilt. Thanks to the thick pads growing on the soles of her feet, she didn't make any noise as she groped towards the door.

Under Snape's signal, Amosta pulled back the curtain, stepped forward quickly, and carefully looked at the two little boys who were unfortunately attacked on the adjacent hospital bed.

"The grey-haired one is Colin Creevey, and the other is Justin Finch, both from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, both of Muggle blood, you are sensitive to magic, Amo Star, tell me what you think."

Amosta stood between the two hospital beds and leaned over, with a focused expression. There seemed to be two vortexes slowly spinning in his lavender eyes. He looked at Colin Creevey who was raising his hand to take a picture. After a while, I looked at Justin Fletcher, who looked terrified, poking and tapping the hardened skin of the two with his fingers from time to time, and the bang bang sound was very clear in the quiet campus hospital.

"What did Dumbledore say?"

Amosta didn't answer the question directly, but sat on the bed, stared solemnly into Colin's eyes, and asked casually.

"He thinks it's a very advanced black magic that requires powerful magic power, which is beyond the ability of little wizards. In addition, he told Minerva in private that he personally has no ability to directly undo this powerful magic. petrification spell."

"Oh, I have reservations about the latter point."

Amosta pursed his lips, then pointed to Colin's eyes and expressed his opinion

"It's not black magic, but a curse. The abnormal magic power uses the eyes of these two unlucky little guys as a window, freezing the flow of magic power in their bodies, and the external manifestation is petrification."

"Minerva, Felius, and Pomona all hinted at me cryptically"

Snape looked a little annoyed, "I have indeed observed that those children in the courtyard are eager to show off. No one likes to hide their strength like you did back then. They don't have this ability."

"The bottle of Flame whiskey in the principal's collection is indeed very old."

Amosta stood up and moved his body, but he was dizzy and almost fell down. He supported the bedpost and rubbed his temples. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. When he heard Snape's cryptic complaint, he recalled Recalling the self who was vigilant against everything back then, Amosta smiled and said,

"You're going in the wrong direction, professor, as I said, their petrification is caused by magical powers of an abnormal nature, which means that this kind of magic power is less likely to come from wizards, more like... For example, like It is the magic power flowing in the dragon's blood and nerves, which is very different from the style of wizards."

Hermione, who was hiding behind the door, widened her yellow eyes and clenched her paws excitedly.

Amosta looked at the ward across from him with a funny look. In his vision, the magic power of the little wizard behind the hidden door was as conspicuous as the moon rising in the dark.

"So it's not just absurd rumors that Salazar Slytherin left a monster in the Chamber of Secrets, is it?"

Snape's voice was dark again. The greatest of the Big Four, Slytherin, had always been the pride of the graduate wizards of this academy, but at this moment, Snape was more annoyed than respected by the founder of the academy.

"Judging from the current situation, this possibility is the greatest."

Thinking of the dark wizards in the underground world who coveted Slytherin's secret treasure, Amostar felt amused. They might not have thought that what Slytherin painstakingly left in the secret room was just a magical animal.

However, his task is to find and find the things in the secret room and hand them over to Kacus Foley. As for what is left in the secret room, it has nothing to do with him.

After confirming that he did not have the ability to undo the curse immediately, Amosta could no longer get more from the petrified Colin and Justin. He re-covered the veil for the two of them, his tone was very indifferent,

"Actually, what I'm more curious about is that the attackers clearly have the ability to kill them directly after petrification, but what is the reason why they didn't do so? Is it just to enjoy the pleasure of creating fear? This seems to be something only abnormal things that will-"

"Not only you and I are curious about this question, but I think Miss Hermione Granger is also very curious!"

Ouch!

Amosta and Snape were about to leave, but when they passed by Hermione's ward, Snape suddenly took out his wand and swung it down towards the ward, Hermione behind the door let out an unexpected scream With a sound, he staggered and jumped out from behind the door, and happened to lie at Amosta's feet after rolling twice.

"Oh my God--"

In the silent silence, Amosta quietly opened his mouth. He looked at Snape with a mocking face for a while, and lowered his head to stare at the little wizard who was almost curled up into a ball.
"When did cat-eared girls appear in the magic world?!"

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(End of this chapter)

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