The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

At night, when the students had all gone to sleep, Dumbledore's room was still lit with lights.

In his hand he held a Hogwarts notice and a train ticket for platform nine and three quarters. And Professor McGonagall with a wizard hat is also here. Of course, here are the deans of the other three colleges.

"Professor Dumbledore, the last child today..."

Dumbledore put down the two things in his hand: "I know, Professor McGonagall, I know. But this notice and the train ticket are real."

Tom at the Broken Axe wrote a letter to Dumbledore about something.

A kid named Ray Fastie was robbed in Knockturn Alley, but escaped in the end. In the middle of this, traces of black magic appeared inexplicably.

This made Dumbledore wonder if it was a sign of Voldemort, Tom Riddle's resurrection.

Doubt is doubt, but what Dumbledore did not expect was that Ray Fastey was still a child who had no record of quill and parchment.

"Really? Hogwarts students have been recorded by quill pens and parchment scrolls since they possessed magical powers. They have never missed a beat for so many years. Why did this child suddenly appear?"

Filius Flitwick, with a short stature and white hair, is the current dean of Ravenclaw, and he is naturally very concerned about this matter.

Both the quill and the parchment were managed by the Vice-Principal, Professor McGonagall. Naturally, he would not believe that Professor McGonagall made a mistake here.

"Perhaps someone with intentions used a spell to erase the child's name?"

Snape didn't see any superfluous expressions on his face, he just raised this possibility.

"The quill pen and the parchment scroll are items created by the four founders of the academy with magic. The purpose is to count all the children born in the country who have magic power."

"It doesn't matter who has this ability, but even if he has this ability, what is the purpose of erasing this child? Besides, even if his name is not on the parchment scroll, he still gets an admission letter."

A surprising thing, Dumbledore's words directly caused everyone to fall into contemplation.

"Professors, we have forgotten one person who also has the right to issue admission notices."

Dumbledore's words after his silence immediately aroused everyone's suspicion.

The admission of freshmen has always been recorded by quills and parchment rolls, and Professor McGonagall handles it. For so many years, there has never been a mistake, but at this time Dumbledore said that there is another person who also has this qualification, which really surprised the professors.

"The person I'm talking about is our Hogwarts College..."

The castle of Hogwarts is a living being born of magic, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has autonomous consciousness.

When Dumbledore said this, the four, including Professor McGonagall, thought it was incredible, but Dumbledore was right. In a way, Hogwarts does qualify to issue admission letters on its own.

Although Hogwarts Castle is a living entity, it is indeed a bit bizarre to issue an admission notice on its own.

However, since it is a magical life form, no matter how incredible it is, it also proves that the four founders who gave life to Hogwarts are extraordinary wizards.

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In the evening, the four Hogwarts deans were in the principal's office analyzing the possibility of Hogwarts College's distribution of admission letters. And in the Bojinbok magic shop in Knockturn Alley, there are also people who are studying the black magic items they just got.

Karaktacus Bock, a little old man, the true owner of Borgin-Bock's magic shop.

He hadn't appeared in the store for a long time. The last time he appeared in the store was when Tom Riddle was recruited as a clerk, and he appeared once earlier. It was from Tom Riddle's mother, who bought the Slytherin locket.

Now, under normal circumstances, his servant, Borgin, does everything in the shop.

Of course, most people would only think that Borkin was also one of the owners of this shop.

At this moment, Karaktacus Bock, sitting in the basement illuminated by only one candle, looked at the five incomplete mummified corpses placed in front of him.

A mummified corpse, and a very fresh mummified corpse. Their facial expressions are full of fear, even if they are mummified corpses, they can be seen at a glance, and they died terribly.

He stretched out his hand as hard as he could, like a drowning person.

From the mummified body, Karaktacus Bock, read such information. A drowned mummy was a bit contradictory to think about, but it really appeared in front of him, and there were five of them.

They were not complete. They were found half a month ago, lying in the aisle of Knockturn Alley. Lying in the same position as he was, but a part of his body melted into the hard ground of the aisle.

They disappeared completely. No matter how the people who collected the corpses dug the ground, they couldn't find the part where they disappeared. Therefore, none of the five mummified corpses were complete.

This is the effect caused by black magic, but he, who is familiar with black magic and has a lot of knowledge, has no idea what black magic is causing it.

"Have you found out who they want to rob?"

Karaktacus Bock, an emotionless voice sounded, which made Borgin, who had been standing beside him with his eyebrows lowered, tremble.

"No, master. It was getting late, and there were only these homeless people at the crossing. When the others arrived at the scene of the incident, their bodies were left."

The trembling Bo Jin, his answer obviously did not satisfy the little old man Bo Ke: "Bo Jin, I haven't been in the shop for a long time, but don't forget, you are just a servant of this shop."

With a hoarse and cold voice, Bo Jin, a person who loves cheap, kneels to the ground with a common voice: "Master, the prophet's divination has no hint at all. The person they want to rob, no matter what magic is used, there is no flash. what happened at the time."

"Damn it! You only know greed. These people are just **** in the aisle. They have the guts to rob. Who else but children?"

Karaktacus Bock let out a loud shout, and Borgin leaned back. He was afraid of his master, to the extreme.

And the little Karaktacus Bock was not much taller than he was kneeling on the ground.

But even such a little old man can always give him a feeling of an abyss. His life, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to be between the thoughts of Karaktacus Bock.

"Then master, what do you mean?"

"Damn it, Borgin, don't you want this job anymore. Turn on your shit-filled head, since you're a kid, you're going to go to Hogwarts, and if you don't know what to do next, I can only end your extra life. After all, as a Muggle, your life has seriously exceeded its original limit."

The terrified Borgin climbed to the ground. He kissed Karaktacus Bock's shoes like a dog. His submissive appearance was indeed an obedient pet.

"Master, please rest assured. I will definitely find that child and bring him to you just like I did when I seduced Tom Riddle."

"Hehe, bitch, that kid Tom is not something you can seduce. People come to the door on their own initiative. If you are still so useless this time, then I don't mind changing to another Muggle. After all, Muggles are not in this world. Scarce items, not to mention Muggles who want to live long enough, abound."

Kalaktacus Bock, kicked Borgin away, then turned and left. His black robe trembled, like ink like mist, and disappeared in a trance.

In the huge basement, Bo Jin, the bright face of the master, was left kneeling on the ground. He stared at the place where Karaktacus Bock disappeared in fear, and after confirming again and again that he had left, he slowly got up.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door above the storefront.

The sudden knock on the door frightened the nervous Borkin enough.

Bogin-Bok magic shop, the real income transaction is usually carried out at night.

Because most of the things traded here are dark magic items.