Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 290 Dumbledore's Explanation

It's a long way from the castle basement to the principal's tower.

Along the way, Professor McGonagall stood straight, but her expression could not hide her worry.

Ever since the two of them left the basement, she had been looking at Moon with concern in her eyes.

"You must tell me about this kind of thing in advance next time. If Sprout hadn't come to me today, I wouldn't have known you were injured."

"Professor, I'm not actually injured."

Moon smiled gently and responded patiently.

"Whether you're injured or not, go see Dumbledore first. He happens to want to see you as well."

Professor McGonagall was walking in front, and many students made way for her and nodded to greet her when they saw her.

Moon, who was walking behind, was instantly alert.

Dumbledore wanted to see me. Did he discover something?

Or was it because I made too much noise last night?
Or maybe Hagrid, the man with his own truth serum, let the cat out of the bag.

"Professor, is Hagrid coming to the castle?"

Moon asked worriedly.

In his opinion, Dumbledore is the most mysterious person in the entire Hogwarts.

In particular, Ron often spread the word that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of our time.

Moon has always been worried that being in the same school with someone with such abilities would expose his secret completely.

"Hagrid? He didn't come to the castle.

The Forbidden Forest has been very unsafe recently, and the unicorns want to migrate away. Hagrid must find a way to keep them at bay."

Although Professor McGonagall explained it easily, Moon could still see a hint of worry between her brows.

The unicorns wanted to migrate, but Hagrid couldn't control it.

This kind of creature, in particular, did not want men to get close to it, not even their neighbor Hagrid who was staying with them.

"Professor, the Daily Prophet said that the Ministry of Magic wants to block the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. Is that true?"

"This is just Rita Skeeter's ridiculous statement. The Ministry of Magic just wants Dumbledore to explain himself. They don't want to seal off the Forbidden Forest."

"Will Headmaster Dumbledore leave then?"

Hearing Moon's words, Mag shook his head.

As one of the people responsible for guarding the Philosopher's Stone, McGonagall knew very well the significance of Dumbledore's stay in Hogwarts.

And now because of the unicorn incident, Dumbledore is likely to leave the school.

This is bound to be an opportunity, but it is also very dangerous.

The two men talked as they arrived at the door of the principal's office.

Noticing that the stone statue guarding the gate did not move, Professor McGonagall sighed and reluctantly gave the order to enter.

"Cockroach skewers."

When Moon heard this word, he tried hard to suppress his laughter.

He never imagined that Dumbledore would set up such a ridiculous entrance order.

Cockroach skewers.

Ron had told it in the dormitory.

This is a candy sold at Honeydukes Candy Store that is shaped like a peanut.

The color is black, and it feels sticky in the mouth, giving people a very weird feeling.

After the password was verified to be correct, the door slammed open.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously and led Moon up the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore seemed to be waiting in the study early.

Today he was wearing a loose white wizard robe with star and moon patterns on it, and with his all-white hair, he looked very sacred.

However, after seeing Moon, Dumbledore's expression was no longer as kind as usual.

Even the half-moon glasses could not hide his sharp gaze.

"Welcome back, Mr. Meteor."

Moon's eyes were originally focused on Fox sitting on the desk.

This phoenix seemed to have lost its usual vitality and became a little listless.

Before Moon could observe carefully, he heard Dumbledore's different name.

Mr. Meteor?

Moon subconsciously thought of the scarlet meteor that he and Hermione saw across the sky last night.

"Albus, don't say these incomprehensible words in front of students."

Professor McGonagall obviously knew nothing.

Out of duty, she kindly reminded Dumbledore.

"Oh, Minerva, don't worry, this is a secret between Mr. Scarlett and me."

Dumbledore said, looking at Moon again, his expression quite meaningful.

Moon was now certain that Dumbledore must have seen the scarlet meteor, and most likely knew that he had left the school last night.

"Yes, Professor, this is a secret between us."

Moon also hurriedly explained to Professor McGonagall.

Although I don't know why Dumbledore helped cover it up.

But Moon knew very well that he must not let anyone else know that he left school last night.

Especially Professor McGonagall.

Although this dean is very concerned about himself, he is also a staunch supporter of school rules.

If McGonagall knew that I ran out in the middle of the night and ended up in the Forbidden Forest.

Then Moon's punishment will definitely be doubled.

"Since when have you two had secrets?"

Mag's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

A frivolous principal.

A very diligent but inscrutable student.

No matter how hard she thought about it, she had no idea when the two of them had a common secret.

However, seeing Moon's pale face, Professor McGonagall no longer paid attention to the secret, but looked at Dumbledore anxiously.

"Albus, what happened to Mr. Scarlett?"

Hearing McGonagall's words, Dumbledore came out from behind the desk with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Meteor, there's just a little cloud over his head."

While Dumbledore was speaking, Moon kept his eyes fixed on the mysterious headmaster.

When Dumbledore looked at him, Moon saw a strange scene flash across the half-moon lens.

A black mist first appeared on the lens and quickly gathered into a dark cloud.

Just as Moon was curious, a bright flame flashed across the lenses of his glasses again.

The color is just like Fox's beautiful tail feathers.

The flame just swept lightly and the dark clouds disappeared immediately.

"Professor, do you know what this is?"

Moon's voice was a little anxious.

The scene that just passed across the half-moon lens seemed to give Moon a hint.

"Of course, it's a strange curse, isn't it?"

Dumbledore straightened up and walked back to the desk, stroking Fawkes.

Moon was very excited.

To date, Dumbledore is the only wizard who can see the curse on him.

After seeing Moon's expression, Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in surprise.

She never thought that it was a curse that caused Moon's current state.

"Albus, is this true? You should help him."

Hearing McGonagall's nervous words and seeing Moon's expression, Dumbledore just smiled.

"It seems that you yourself, Mr. Scully, are quite aware of this."

"Yes, Professor, it is a curse."

Moon answered subconsciously, and then quickly added another sentence.

"Professor, do you have any suggestions?"

"Don't worry, I've seen a magical little creature that wants to come out to protect you."

Magical little thing?

Moon frowned. He didn't understand what Dumbledore was saying at all.

McGonagall was also very puzzled, although she knew very well that Dumbledore liked to say such mysterious and nonsensical things.

But she was still extremely worried.

"Albus, can you use the tears of the phoenix to make a potion? Perhaps it can control the curse."

Since she was responsible for recruiting professors for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the school all year round, McGonagall naturally had some understanding of curses.

When she heard Moon's question, she subconsciously thought of the safest solution.

"It's useless, Minerva."

Dumbledore first looked at McGonagall and shook his head, then looked at Moon.

"The curse on Mr. Scarlett is not that simple. I think Severus should have told you about it."

"Professor Snape didn't find anything wrong with me, but he took out a bottle of black potion."

Moon gave a detailed description of what had just happened in Snape's office.

After listening to this, Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"It seems this spell is more troublesome than I thought, but I'm very glad that you didn't drink the potion."

As Dumbledore was explaining, Professor McGonagall recalled the strange potion she had seen in Snape's office.

At that time, the bottle of potion gave her a very bad feeling.

"Severus told me many times that he had a way to resist the curse, but I didn't agree. After all, his potion was not perfect."

Moon now knew the flaw in the potion.

And he is not going to use so-called inhibitors to solve his problems.

Especially now, Dumbledore also said that his curse was different from the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship, and it was even more troublesome.

This made Moon even more worried.

Noticing the nervous expression on Moon's face, Dumbledore reached out and summoned a set of white ceramic teapots.

"Have some hot chocolate. Sweet food is the best way to soothe the soul."

Moon took the teacup that floated over to him, and when it was filled with brown-black liquid, he drank it in one gulp.

Professor McGonagall also took a sip, suppressing her worries.

"Professor, is there no way to break the curse?"

Hearing Moon's question, Dumbledore put down his teacup and extended his hand again.

A thick tome floated onto the bookshelf by the wall.

"If you want to solve a curse, the most important thing is to understand it."

While Dumbledore spoke, Moon took the tome.

The title of the book is clearly written on the title page.

Forbidden Land of Magic: Cursed Mystery

"Compared to other spells, a curse is not simply black magic; it is more like a magical contract."

While Dumbledore was explaining, Moon glanced over the table of contents.

"This book is from a very famous dark wizard."

"Albus, this is crazy."

Upon hearing that the book was written by a dark wizard, Professor McGonagall immediately gave a warning.

"Don't worry, Minerva. I have hidden some of the contents."

"Ok."

Professor McGonagall was still very worried, but seeing Moon's pale face, she felt a little reluctant and stopped disturbing him.

According to the explanation in the book, the author of this book, Saplin, is not only a dark wizard, but also very good at transforming curses.

He was sentenced to 10 years in Azkaban by the Wizengamot for attempting to "improve the Cruciatus Curse".

It was also during his imprisonment that he completed the first draft of this book.

Saplin divides curses into three levels according to the level of their power.

After checking them one by one, Moon found something suspicious.

"My curse doesn't seem to match any of these three."

(End of this chapter)