My Black Magic Is Too Good, It Can Be Automatically Whitened

Dumbledore's next move confirmed Dunn's suspicions.

A stone basin engraved with ancient runes was placed in front of Dunn, and inside it was a silvery-white mist that was as unpredictable as the stars of the universe.

"The Pensieve is a very ancient magical creation. Unfortunately, the manufacturing process has been lost. Most of the only Pensieves are kept in the three major magic academies. Pensieve was accidentally stolen."

"Durmstrong's enforcers suspected a young teacher of stealing the Pensieve and tracked him all the way to London, but it was eventually confirmed that the young teacher was innocent and no one knew where the stolen Pensieve was. In whose hands it fell."

"professor!"

Dunn interrupted Dumbledore unceremoniously.

Although the Pensieve was now lying in a box under his dorm bed, Dunn wasn't here to listen to Dumbledore's treasure hunt tales.

"I know the Pensieve and I know what it's for, but I don't understand why you're telling me this?"

Dumbledore pointed to the Pensieve.

"With the consent of Professor Scamander, I used Legilimency to extract the memory of Moody's entire process from leaving the castle to being attacked, and now this part of the memory is stored in it."

Although he had guessed the result early, Dunn felt that Dumbledore was a little in the way.

Even when it comes to Legilimency, Dumbledore is definitely a master of masters.

No matter how powerful Dumbledore's Legilimency was, it couldn't compare to the whitewashed omniscient insight.

The same is to extract Moody's memory to find the murderer. If Dunn does this, he can fully infer the ins and outs of the whole thing based on Moody's memory, and at the same time figure out the identity and purpose of the attacker.

And now, aside from replaying Moody's memory, the rest is still up to guesswork.

Glancing at the Pensieve in front of him, Dunn looked up at Dumbledore.

"Can I see?"

"Of course, that's what I came for you for."

Dunn dipped his head directly into the Pensieve like washing his face.

It felt like falling from the sky, and the landing place happened to be the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

In the pouring rain, Dunn saw Moody following the gamekeeper to the edge of the forbidden forest.

Originally, the gamekeeper just wanted to take Moody to walk around the edge of the forbidden forest, let Moody get wet in the rain, and end up suffering a little, but when he was halfway there, an accident happened.

A cry for help came from the forbidden forest.

The gamekeeper shoved the double-barreled shotgun into Moody's hand, told him to stay where he was, and fired at any movement.

Before leaving, he specifically asked Moody if he would shoot.

Moody nodded, and the gamekeeper was relieved to enter the forbidden forest to check the situation.

Not long after the other party left, Moody, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, bravely walked into the Forbidden Forest, and he was frightened by a big snake that emerged from the bushes before he took a few steps.

The snake had to be at least twelve feet long, but fortunately, the other party seemed to be just passing by. He glanced at Moody, who was sitting on the ground, clutching his shotgun. go.

Moody took a long time to regain his senses, and immediately got up and ran out.

As soon as he rushed out of the forbidden forest, he saw that the gamekeeper was fighting a man in black with a hood.

The night and heavy rain blocked the line of sight, and the attacker's face could not be seen clearly.

Immediately after, a red-lighted spell was shot at Moody, and the memory ended.

Dunn looked up from the Pensieve, and Dumbledore immediately asked what he had found.

"Professor, do you know the giant snake in the Forbidden Forest that scared Moody?"

Dumbledore was stunned on the spot.

He did want Dunn to look at the snake, but Dunn didn't realize his intentions so quickly.

For a split second, Dumbledore even suspected that Dunn knew about his relationship with the snake.

In the face of Dumbledore's bewildered face, Dunn's mouth suddenly made a squeaking sound similar to a snake letter.

Dumbledore's face paled with shock.

"Parseltongue! You know Parseltongue!"

Dunn was quite satisfied with Dumbledore's knowledge.

Apparently things had gone beyond Dumbledore's expectations, and now his main concern was not figuring out the attacker's identity, but why Dunn spoke Parseltongue.

"Dunn, can you tell me your mother's full name? I mean her name before she married your father."

"Merope Gaunt."

Dumbledore was stunned on the spot.

He didn't know how many times he showed such a shocked expression tonight.

"So your mother was a pure-blood descendant of the famous Salazar-Slytherin from the Gaunt family?"

"Although my mother rarely mentioned the Gaunt family to me and Tom, apart from the Gaunt family you mentioned, there should be no other Gaunt family descendants who can inherit the Parseltongue that belongs to Slytherin. ?"

There was so much information that even Dumbledore needed to calm down.

The Corleone bloodline and the Slytherin bloodline gathered on Dunn alone.

It's no wonder that Dunn displayed such remarkable talent for magic at such a young age.

If this matter spreads out, I don't know how big a storm it will cause.

Dumbledore knew that this was not the time to delve into the matter.

Since Dunn can speak Parseltongue, when he entered the Pensieve to read Moody's memory, he must have understood what the giant snake said after meeting Moody.

"She mentioned me?"

"she?"

Dumbledore looked helpless.

Accidentally missed the mouth, and it is obviously impossible to fool again.

"That's right, it's her, the giant snake that Moody encountered. It's actually a person."

"An unregistered f*ck Gus?"

"It's Melodyggs, but wizards usually call it the Blood Curse, a very rare curse of blood that's only passed between mother and daughter."

Dumbledore sighed.

"Unlike Af*ck Gus's free and reversible transformation, Mel Diggs will irreversibly change into an animal form over time, and the giant snake you see in Moody's memory is this kind of Happening."*