Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

“I’m sorry, Professor, to keep you waiting, but if I’m not mistaken, we agreed on an hour.”

Glancing up at the time on the wall clock in the corridor, Ambo cast his gaze on the miserable March on the side.

“As I said before, it’s best not to touch my magic confinement, it seems that March is a little too impatient.”

“I’m sorry professor, can you find a few people to send him to the infirmary first?”

As soon as An Bo’s words came out, the people who followed behind March woke up like a dream, and hurriedly carried March downstairs.

Looking at the backs of these people, Ambo’s eyes were cold.

These people weren’t just Slytherin students, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and even a fiery lion badge on his chest.

Amber knew that these people were the tip of the iceberg of the mysterious organization behind March.

This group has been hiding in the distance, like a poisonous snake, not knowing when it will reach out and bite you.

This was the case before when questioned by the Academy, and it is the same today. 14

Ambo had decided that when he had the most important Dumble’s manuscript, he would start dealing with the organization.

But now, there are more important things waiting for him to do.

“Professor, has the murderer of the unicorn been found?”

Looking at McGonagall’s gloomy face, Ambo was neither humble nor arrogant, and asked in a low voice.

“No, Cadmus, if you can’t say exactly what you’re doing in the room, I’m afraid we won’t be able to dispel your suspicions.”

In fact, when she saw Amber appear, the cold color in Professor McGonagall’s eyes had almost disappeared.

After all, Quirrell had already sworn that this murderer would never have the chance to run back to school.

And Ambo, under the gaze of countless professors, walked out of the mysterious room in front of him.

There is a room of requirement, which is not a secret among professors.

This room may be remodeled according to needs, but it will never lead outside the school.

But just in case, McGonagall still needs to verify it.

“Cadmus, according to you, you are doing alchemy-related research inside?”

“Yes Professor, I asked Headmaster Dumbledore before for the approval of alchemy in the forbidden book area.”

Ambo nodded and looked at the professors’ eyes openly.

“Card… Cadmus, you… What did you research? ”

On the side, Quirrell suddenly stammered, although he concealed it well, but Ambo still saw a hint of resentment in his eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t expect Professor Quirrell to have research on this too, that’s great.”

Facing Quirrell’s aggressive questioning as much as possible, Ambo didn’t care at all.

He chuckled and pulled a crumpled, curled eyeball out of his pocket. Show it to everyone in the palm of your hand.

“It’s just a little confused eye, and it seems to have failed.”

“Lost eyes? You can actually make this. ”

“Merlin’s robe, he’s only in first grade!”

“Oh my God, Cadmus, do you know how precious this is?”

When this eyeball appeared in front of the professors, it attracted a burst of exclamations.

In the entire alchemy, the Confused Eye is a famous existence.

The professors here were more or less part of their research on mysterious alchemy, and when they saw this incomparably precious alchemy item with their own eyes, they looked at Ambo with very different eyes.

Everyone before thought that the so-called study of alchemy was just a clumsy excuse for Ambo.

This is why Ambo has been of good character and learning during this period of time, and he has been trusted by professors of various subjects, but it is rare that no one speaks for him outside the door just now.

Alchemy is extremely talented, and even Hogwarts does not have a separate course.

No one would think that Prologis could really do anything in this regard.

But now, the real finished product is in front of you, even if this confused eye is not as powerful as the books record.

But it’s really well-crafted.

Seeing this wrinkled eyeball, the eyes of all the professors present became gentle.

All the doubts and anger before quietly evolved into a kind of guilt at this time.

However, due to the majesty and status of the professor, these people are not easy to directly admit their doubts and mistakes.

I can only turn the topic to this precious alchemy item. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Until next to it, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.

“Mai… Professor McGonagall, alone… Unicorn. ”

Quirrell stammered. Interrupting the awkward atmosphere at this time, everyone remembered that the fundamental reason why they gathered here was for the six unicorns that were innocently killed in the Forbidden Forest.

“Speaking of which, Professor McGonagall, I’m curious to know what’s going on?”

Seeing that the professors had set their eyes on themselves again, Ambo quietly put away his confused eyes, and his tone showed just the right amount of doubt.

“Well, Professor Quirrell found someone killing unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. That man’s magic is your signature Thunderbolt Giant Bird, and a bloodstained Slytherin robe left behind when he escapes. ”

“So that’s the case, Professor, may I take a look at that robe?”

Ambo nodded, and the development of things was basically the same as he expected.

After taking the bloodstained robe, Ambo pretended to flip it a few times and said categorically:

“Professor, this robe is not mine.”

Saying that, Ambo unfolded his robe, showed it in front of everyone 390 through the light, and said:

“Professors, please see, this robe is the most ordinary Slytherin robe.”

“Cadmus, if you’re just pointless quibbles and nonsense here, I suggest you…”

“Listen to me, Professor.”

Amber interrupted Quirrell unceremoniously, flicked his wand, floated his robe in mid-air, and then took off the Slytherin run he was wearing.

“This is…”

“Cadmus’s family crest dark pattern.”

Under the bright light, the nuances on the two robes are clearly visible.

On top of the robe that Ambo was wearing, a round, complex emblem was outlined behind his back with dark lines.

“My robe is not a product of Madame Morgin’s robe store, my clothes have always been custom-made by Madame Herlo.”

“Professor McGonagall, you and Mrs. Herro have always been close, you should know the style of his clothes.”

McGonagall nodded, Mrs. Herroe’s style of making clothes was famous throughout the wizarding world, and the low-key and gorgeous dark lines were quite popular in the wizarding world.

After putting away the robe, looking at the expressions on the faces of the professors, Ambo smiled softly, turned to Quirrell and said:

“If Professor Quirrell still has any doubts, why don’t we go into the Forbidden Forest again, I believe that the remnants of unicorns will recognize who their killers are.”