People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 122: Failed 'Resurrection Stone'

The club activity still chose to answer questions.

Ariana also learned more about the current world through the questions.

She also began to accept that when she woke up, she had come from the past of 1899 to the present of 1992.

But the strange thing is that almost everyone wants her to leave the club space - after the club activities.

And they all acted very strangely.

Beatrice, who had always been reluctant to mention Hogwarts and always preached about how great the School of Law and Order was, actually said to her, "You can go around Hogwarts. By the way, do you know Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? Your headmaster brother knows the entrance."

Madison, who was very affectionate to her, was now very perfunctory, "Just log off and have a good rest."

Sister Zoe, who loves reading, didn’t even notice that the book was turned upside down.

Sister Sophie, the petite and lively girl, suddenly became very quiet.

And there is sister Bella who also just joined the club. She was wearing pajamas when she came to the club today.

Just the big brother, just like usual.

He said he wanted to give his body a rest, so his conscious body read and studied in the club space.

So, under everyone's obscure and expectant gaze, Ariana's figure disappeared into the air.

In a flash, the scene in the space changed, and golden and red decorations filled with lion elements emerged.

The figures of several people disappeared and reappeared one after another.

The originally warm and harmonious lounge was now filled with red wine, snacks, stereos, and a variety of erotic costumes and props.

In an empty room on the eighth floor that had been converted into a single dormitory, Ariana's face flushed.

It's not that she doesn't understand everything.

She had also secretly seen what happened between Albus and Grindelwald on the farm haystack that summer.

It turns out that everyone in the club has this kind of relationship.

Did she want Ariana to bury her head in the quilt and purr like a kitten.

In the club space, Bagel slapped Madison's butt hard.

"Aren't you taking this too far?"

He looked at the others, "You all did this on purpose, I can see it."

Madison, who also made a humming sound, stuck out her tongue. "We are helping this child understand the adult world. I am not used to being intimate with Sweetie and having to avoid her."

Zoe, who had changed into a sailor uniform, turned her head away sheepishly, "This was all Madison's idea."

Bella, dressed as a doctor, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. "She's enjoying it, isn't she? If Beatrice hadn't made the noise on purpose, she might have stayed offline until the end."

Beatrice, still wearing the luxurious dress but with hollow stockings, raised her head proudly without saying a word.

Only Sophie felt a little guilty. "Isn't it too early? She doesn't understand anything."

But these words were only met with people's disdain.

Beatrice: "False hopelessness."

Bella was a little skeptical about her life. "But you were the first one to agree with Madison's idea."

Madison even complained: "You only have half an hour of fighting power, of course you don't mind. There are 24 hours in a day, right?"

Sophie was speechless.

-

Late at night, in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Bagel sat cross-legged here for the first time in a long time, under the ugly statue of Slytherin.

He now truly understood why Rafar was against sharing finger magic.

The magic of emotions, the fairy tale magic of making a wish, allowed him to easily create a fake body lying in the dormitory.

Even if Dumbledore wanted to activate the surveillance again, the fog condenser would be of no use.

However, Dumbledore was in no mood to monitor. He seemed to have let go of everything and spent the whole day circling around his long-lost treasure, competing with his brother Aberforth for Ariana's favor.

Thinking of this, Bagir couldn't help but smile.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard in my hand fluttered without wind, and I turned to The Legend of the Three Brothers.

The slender fingertips glowed, and the whole hand sank into the page as if it were sinking into water.

[The second son is an arrogant man. He decides to continue to humiliate the god of death. What he wants is the power to resurrect the dead. The god of death picks up a stone from the shore and gives it to the second son, telling him that this stone has the power to bring the dead back to life.]

The text began to glow.

An illusory piece of stone that occasionally flashed with electric sparks was pinched in his fingertips and floated out of the pages of the book.

And then——he suddenly crushed it.

"It still doesn't work." Baqir sighed.

This 'resurrection stone' summoned not the real deceased, but only an illusory phantom. Just like what was described in the story, the person who came back was very cold and distant, and seemed elusive, which was worrying.

More importantly, it could not react to the [Invisibility Cloak] he was wearing and the [Stand of Destiny] in his pocket.

He was also unable to satisfy the identity of [Lord of the Deathly Hallows] and truly unlock the power of the Deathly Hallows.

The complete invisibility brought by the fully unlocked [Invisibility Cloak], from physical and magical to the fate line, and even the stagnation of the passage of time of the body, and the destiny of victory given to the owner by the [Staff of Destiny] are all things that even Bagir is coveting now.

"Voldemort," Basil whispered.

Voldemort cast a spell on his own name, and when someone with magical powers read out his name, he could sense the location of the person who said the name.

Therefore, it is not difficult to find Voldemort himself along the direction.

The theory exists and practice begins.

The index finger began to glow.

[Exotic Magic Power: 328↑ (-100)]

A new spell is drawing power and knowledge beginning to take shape.

Possibilities were eliminated one by one, syllables were arranged one by one, and groups of magic words reacted to each other.

It was born.

[Tracing the origin]

Baqir named it.

The next second, a green light flashed.

[Truth Appraiser] appeared in his hand.

"If you're looking for someone, you're more suitable."

[Tracing the origin]

The name of the spell is called by his Creator.

"Voldemort."

The fluctuations of the obscure magical magnetic field were captured.

A flickering blue light emanated from the tip of the cedar wand.

Immersed in the illusory line, I set off along its source.

It began to branch out.

A ray of light heading towards Privet Drive in Little Whinging in Surrey.

A ray of light went to the basement of Gringotts in London.

Yilu went to 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

A ray of light went up along the ceiling and came to the wall opposite the huge tapestry on the 8th floor where Barnabas tried to teach the troll to dance ballet.

However, the thickest and the smallest strands were cut off halfway.

The smaller one should be a Horcrux made of Gaunt's ring. It is normal that it is inlaid with the Resurrection Stone.

But Voldemort himself? Was it because he was too weak to even acknowledge his own name, or because he had the power of the Resurrection Stone?

"It's so strange." Bagir exclaimed.

"It's really weird." In the principal's office, among the many portraits of the principal, only Phineas, who was the least observant, pulled his beard and said, "Aren't you and your brother weird? Resurrection, many cases in history have proved that this kind of necromancy is a joke."

"Inferi, reanimated zombies, and ghouls are all the product of failed cases."

"Are you sure that's your sister?"

"Even if it's true, don't you think she's too weird? She needs to get some shut-eye from time to time, and she went to bed at 9 tonight."

"I think--"

"That's enough!" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a cold light, "She is Ariana, that's enough!"

"I can confirm that the body, memories, and even the soul are all Ariana."

"As long as she can come back, that's enough!"

"Okay." Phineas changed the subject under the murderous gazes of the other headmaster portraits, "What about the boy from Granger? What are you going to do with him? He's still in school."

Dumbledore frowned. "This is indeed a hidden danger."

"A hidden danger?" Phineas repeated, a little doubtful about his life. A few days ago, Dumbledore had vowed to teach him well, and was even willing to change his bottom line for him - interfering with the Ministry of Magic. But today it has become a hidden danger.

"I should get him out of school as soon as possible." Dumbledore continued, "Nick seems to be very interested in him. They are living in seclusion in Devonshire, and the Grangers happen to be there too."

When he spoke later, it sounded more like he was talking to himself.

"No, they seem to have returned to Beauxbatons, France some time ago. They seem to be preparing to wait for death in their alma mater."

"France? Beauxbatons? That's better."

"He's even further away from Ariana."

"Maybe he'll stay there and never come back to England!"

Dumbledore's tone rose, and he looked much more relaxed.

But the next second, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh, there's one more thing. A little beetle got into the school yesterday."

"I think I need to go to London. The tacos for breakfast at the Daily Prophet seem pretty good."

Dumbledore smiled, but his words were extremely cold, not at all his usual easygoing self.

"What are you doing?" Phineas asked confusedly.

Dumbledore chuckled, "You should know that the new professor has been changed to Lupin."

"In that case, it's time for Gilderoy's little secret to be made known to the public."

-

Early the next morning, in the principal's office.

"What? I'm going to France?" Bagir looked confused.

Dumbledore nodded. "This is a precious opportunity. Nicolas Flamel, who created the Philosopher's Stone, knows that he will be your teacher."

He knew the young man in front of him very well. In his quiet eyes burned a gentle fire called ambition.

Nicolas Flamel, who lived for 700 years, is the very essence of magic itself.

It was because he became friends with Nick regardless of their age difference and gained knowledge that no one could imagine that he was able to defeat Grindelwald who possessed the Elder Wand.

Anyone who is ambitious and wants to go further in magic will not give up this opportunity.

The young man in front of him should not do that.

Therefore, he did not need to mention letting Bagir stay in France as an exchange student. As long as he arrived in France, everything would go smoothly.