Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 The Essence of the Shadowless Divine Edge

On Monday, the sweet aroma of pumpkin wafted over the long table in the auditorium.

Remember not long ago when the Halloween pumpkin feast disgusted everyone?

But as time goes by, when people taste pumpkin again now, they take it for granted, as if that disgust never existed.

The main meal in the morning is pumpkin porridge and toast.

While Moon was enjoying the food, many young wizards also received this week's Daily Prophet.

Moon tore the hard bread with all his might, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and turned his head to look at the newspaper in Simo's hand.
In the front-page photo of the newspaper, a silver unicorn is sticking its head into the window of Honeydukes Candy Store, licking the delicious candies inside.

The owner of the candy store stood aside, his face full of surprise and helplessness.

"A unicorn actually escaped from the Forbidden Forest?"

Moon stared at the words in the lower right corner of the photo.

"In view of the fact that animals have escaped from the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic plans to block the relevant Forbidden Forest passages."

After reading this, Moon exchanged glances with Hermione beside him.

They all knew exactly what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

To this day, the professors have not found the real murderer.

"The newspaper said that this reporter got exclusive inside information and wanted to come to Hogwarts for an interview, but was rejected."

"It's Rita Skeeter, the most unpopular reporter."

Ron stabbed a piece of fried bacon into his mouth and babbled back at Harry.

"Least popular? Why?"

Ron immediately became interested when he heard Harry's question.

He put down the cutlery in his hand, sat up straight, and began to talk to Harry about this terrible female reporter.

He described with great enthusiasm how Rita would do anything to dig out news, how she distorted the facts, and how she made simple events sound sensational.

After the two finished talking, Moon suddenly added a sentence.

"Do you think Dumbledore is involved in this matter?"

After listening to Ron talk about Rita Skeeter's ability to stalk people, Harry suddenly thought of something.

He slammed the table and stood up.

"No, Dumbledore must not be allowed to leave the school, or that dark wizard thief will be killed."

"Harry, keep your voice down."

Hermione was drinking pumpkin porridge and noticed that many little wizards around her were looking at her curiously, so she quickly reminded them softly.

"Oh, okay, but you should understand me. This is a critical moment."

Harry also realized his own loss of composure and slowly sat down again, his face full of anxiety and helplessness.
As the little wizard who cares most about the murderer of the dark wizard.

Harry has been very busy lately.

Not only do I have to actively prepare for the Quidditch match, but I also have to prepare for the exams in two months.

Even when he had free time, he would patrol the castle to look for any traces of dark wizards.

"This is no longer something we can do, Harry."

Ron stuffed the last piece of bacon on the plate into his mouth and mumbled to comfort his good friend.

In Ron's opinion, things in the Ministry of Magic were far beyond their control.

Even Dumbledore would probably have to cooperate and go to question him.

"But the person who leaked this exclusive inside information is very suspicious. He might be a student at the school."

Newspapers detailed the killing of the unicorn.

Only Moon and his group knew the whole story.

When Ron finished speaking, Harry unconsciously looked at Malfoy who was sitting at another long table.

"Maybe it was him. He saw the unicorn being killed that night."

"I think so too. After all, the Malfoy family has a good relationship with Rita Skeeter."

Listening to the words of the two friends opposite him, Moon just drank pumpkin porridge silently and ignored them.

He had a vague feeling that the person who informed on him was not Malfoy, but someone else.

After all, the little wizard had promised him in person that he would not tell anyone.

But Moon also knew that the hatred between Harry, Ron and Malfoy was deeper.

It would take a while to resolve the suspicion between them.

During the Herbology class on Monday afternoon, Professor Sprout looked at Moon frequently.

Until the get out of class is over and all the students have left.

Sprout came over and stopped Moon.

"What's wrong with your face? Is there some kind of magic?"

Even though Moon had used the color-changing technique on his face again in the dormitory that morning, it was still difficult to hide the secret from the professor in front of him.

"Professor, it's just a little Transfiguration."

After Moon finished speaking, Sprout drew his wand and tapped him lightly on the cheek.

The magic dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

"Oh! You look so pale. Have you seen the school doctor?"

"I haven't had time to go yet."

"That won't do. Let's go. The class is over now. I'll go with you."

Without waiting for Moon to refuse, Sprout swiftly took off his apron and led Moon out of the greenhouse.

"I heard from Cedric that you study very hard, but you must take care of your health."

"No matter what kind of magic you learn, your body comes first."

"I understand, Professor."

Professor Sprout kept giving Moon instructions as he walked.

"Oh, by the way, the club will be holding a party in Hogsmeade next weekend. Be sure to come if you have the chance."

Moon had heard Cedric's explanation when he joined the Herbal Club.

Every year after Easter the Herbal Club holds a meeting.

Many old members will participate at that time to discuss the latest herbal news and even conclude various herbal transactions.

The competition for herbal products is naturally relevant to new members like Moon. Although Moon has just joined and does not have any suitable works, he is very eager to visit.

In order to prepare for this competition, Cedric specially brewed the Little Living Hell Potion.

But as far as Moon knows, Cedric still failed to succeed last weekend.

As they talked, they soon arrived at the school clinic at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Madam Pomfrey first greeted Professor Sprout before looking at Moon behind her.

"Come here quickly, kid, how did you get into this state?"

Pulling Moon over and pressing him into a chair, Pomfrey immediately picked up his wand and cast a [Detection Spell].

As the pale blue fluorescence flashed across Moon's body, Madam Pomfrey's frown deepened.

"There aren't any wounds, but something seems wrong."

Pomfrey retracted his wand and circled around Moon.

"Why? Is it difficult to cure?"

Seeing the school doctor's expression, Sprout gradually became anxious.

“It’s not a question of whether it’s difficult or not, but…”

Pomfrey said, glancing at Moon who was sitting in a chair.

Only after she discovered that the little wizard was in good spirits did she begin to explain.

"To be honest, I feel like he's not injured, but rather under some kind of malicious spell."

"How could that be? Mr. Scarlett has been staying at Hogwarts all along."

When Professor Sprout said the name of the school, Madam Pomfrey immediately looked at her.

As long-time employees of Hogwarts, they all knew that the castle hid countless secrets.

Some of them can bring good luck, but some of them can be a threat to young wizards.

"Mr. Scarlett, have you come across anything strange at school?"

After thinking of the danger in the castle, Sprout immediately looked down at Moon sitting in the chair.

"I don't think I've encountered any."

Moon had no idea what the two witches in front of him were thinking about, so he could only answer the questions truthfully.

"Well, Professor, now is not the time to ask these questions. I suggest you go to Professor Snape. He is very good at detoxification."

Although Madam Pomfrey is the school doctor of Hogwarts, her main expertise is magic in the field of first aid for trauma.

Potions Professor Snape made great achievements in various antidotes.

The two of them often work together to treat patients.

"Well, this is a very serious matter. I must go and inform Minerva."

Professor Sprout became even more anxious when he heard that his most cherished student might have been under a malicious spell.

After instructing Moon to find Snape, she hurriedly left the school infirmary.

Moon had no choice but to go to the basement alone as they requested.

Before he even got close to Snape's office, Moon smelled the familiar scent of potion.

"The professor works really hard."

Moon said lightly, then knocked on the wooden door of the office.

"why is it you again?"

Seeing the familiar figure, Snape's eyes narrowed unconsciously and his voice became a little stern.

He had been very busy recently, having to complete his teaching tasks, patrol at night, and even agreed to a potion deal that was somewhat exploitative.

This made Snape very upset.

"Oh, Professor, please don't look at me like that. I'm here just to express my gratitude."

Looking at the medicine cabinet behind Snape filled with plant growth potions, Moon smiled kindly.

"Thanks? No thanks! I'll deliver the potion on time."

Snape said this and looked intently at the crucible on the workbench.

His good impression of the young wizard in front of him has almost been consumed by the large number of potions he repeatedly brewed.

"It's not a potion, Professor. I mean, the [Divine Sharpness] you taught me is really useful."

Hearing Moon praising his spell, Snape showed a barely perceptible smile.

"Especially when using this spell to attack the opponent's weak points, such as the eyes, it is very..."

boom!
The cauldron in front of Snape exploded.

Fortunately, he controlled the situation in time and no greater losses were caused.

"Who taught you to attack the eyes?"

Without time to clean up the broken cauldron, Snape glared at Moon fiercely.

"This spell is very sharp. Isn't it meant to attack the opponent's weak points?"

Hearing Moon's words, Snape's eyes became sharp unconsciously.

He was well aware of the power of this spell.

But he never thought of using [Divine Sharpness] to attack the enemy's weak points.

"I wouldn't accidentally raise a dark wizard, would I?"

Looking at Moon's innocent expression, Snape let out a long sigh.

"Ok."

Snape was about to blame, but after remembering the scene of the trading spell, he turned around helplessly and pulled out a piece of parchment from the bookshelf.

"At that time, I only taught you how to cast the spell, but the essence of [God's Sharpness] isn't to attack the enemy's weak points."

Snape threw the parchment at Moon as he spoke, while he cleaned up the crucible fragments on the workbench.

"Did I understand it wrong?"

Moon took the parchment and looked at the familiar handwriting on it.
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The essence of Kamikaze Shadowless is not simply cutting.

Instead, it can accurately capture the most vulnerable magical nodes in the wizard's body.

Then, like a scalpel, cut these magic nodes.

The cursed person's body cannot heal.

(End of this chapter)