The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

The experience a thousand years ago was quite miraculous, but Rey also only described the experience of practicing black magic to obtain the Nether Soul Orb; taking Mrs. Hooch's small bottle of potion and turning into a black dragon.

After roughly recounting his experiences, Rey suddenly looked at Dumbledore in front of him and asked, "Professor, can people be resurrected after death?"

Dumbledore was a little surprised by Rey's question.

At this time, the most concerned thing is the abnormal situation of his body, but now he suddenly asked this question.

"Child, no matter who you lost. But I have to regret to tell you that people will not be resurrected after death. Although there are many magical magics in the world, don't try to resurrect."

"Why?" Rey didn't give up.

Dumbledore shook his head and said: "There is no reason, it is the law of nature that people cannot be resurrected from the dead."

Without getting useful information, Rey stopped asking questions, always feeling that Dumbledore was hiding something when answering this question.

At this stall, the wooden door of the principal's room rang Bang Bang's door. I don't know who it was, but came to the principal's office at this time.

Dumbledore opened the wooden door with his hand, and Rey saw Snape in black.

Snape's face was always cold, as if he had never really smiled at anyone except Lily.

For Snape, Rey's understanding was that he deserved to be a man. In order to protect the love in his heart, he can go to death.

He didn't like Harry Potter, you could say he hated Harry Potter, or even worse, hated.

A lot of this is due to Harry's father, James Potter, and more to Harry himself. Because of him, the son of prophecy, Lily was killed by Voldemort.

He hates, hates everyone who has anything to do with killing Lily. However, he hated himself even more, hated himself for failing to protect Lily well.

The hatred is strong, but it is not stronger than his love for Lily.

It was his love for Lily that made him protect Harry regardless of his own safety.

It is precisely because of the interweaving of these two emotions that he made things difficult and scolded Harry, and at the same time sacrificed his life to protect him.

"Professor, the potion you want is ready."

Snape walked into the headmaster's room, glanced at Rey who was sitting in front of Dumbledore, and then took a bottle of potion from his arms and put it on Dumbledore's table.

"Thank you, Severus."

"Nothing else, I'll leave first." Snape replied indifferently, preparing to leave.

"Wait, Severus. There's something special about this potion, and it won't be too late to leave after Rey takes it."

Dumbledore prevented Snape from leaving, and Rey looked a little confused by the conversation between the two. Listening to the meaning of the dialogue, it is difficult that this potion is prepared for himself.

Rey's face was full of confusion, while Snape stared at Dumbledore, raised his chin slightly and said gently, "Don't you believe in the potion I made? Professor Dumbledore."

"No, Severus. I totally believe in your potion. I'm just worried about what's going on inside this kid. I didn't predict enough."

"Professor, is this the potion prepared for me?" Rey asked in surprise.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, Rey. This potion is like the magic I cast on you yesterday. Only the potion prepared by Professor Snape is better. After you take it, you will fall into a deep sleep, every day Take a sip before bed to help your recovery."

"Professor, you haven't told me why I can't cast magic."

Rey didn't quite understand his own body, and he would never drink the potion until he asked more about it. This is not to say distrust of Dumbledore and Snape,

But he just wanted to know where his problem was.

"Rey, based on the magical experience you've told. The magic within you has undergone an earth-shaking qualitative change. Such a change can only be experienced by a small number of wizards. And I experienced it once when I was young.

Your qualitative change this time is relatively thorough, so it has led to a strangeness of magic adaptation. It's like breaking your usual behavior and having to re-adjust like a baby learns to walk. "

Dumbledore's words made Rey's head start, and that's where the strangeness of magic came from.

"Professor, what is the earthquake-like ruin in my spiritual world?"

"This is the process of the qualitative change of your magic power. It's just that people whose spiritual world has undergone such earth-shaking changes should have gone mad even if they didn't die. It has to be said that it is a miracle that you are alive and well."

Dumbledore's words made Rey's mouth open wide, not knowing what to ask next. It is a miracle to be alive, and it is mostly unknown whether he can resume using magic in the end.

"Existence is reasonable, you understand?"

This is Dumbledore's final concluding remarks. Dumbledore at this time, in Rey's view, is very much like the eminent monks and Taoists preaching in novels or movies.

Existence is reasonable, and it can also be said to be: since you are alive, your spiritual world will settle down and recover one day.

Re-practice walking, running, and maybe finally soaring like a baby.

I am not an old man who is twilight, there is still such time.

It's not a bad thing to recreate the basis for the use of magic. The more solid the foundation, the more stable the high-rise building will be.

"Potion, when are you going to drink it?"

Snape's impatient voice interrupted Rey's thoughts. He didn't seem to have a good face towards anyone.

"Sorry, Professor Snape. I'll drink it now."

Rey didn't care about this. Snape was a cold-hearted person, and his potion was naturally the top of the wizarding world today.

Picking up the small potion bottle in one hand, Rey took off the cork and took a sip. There are a lot of potions in the bottle, and one sip per day is enough to drink at least ten days.

The entrance to the potion was not as disgusting as it had imagined. The entrance is cold, without the slightest bit of bitterness, it reaches the stomach along the throat, and then absorbs through the meridians, rushing to his limbs.

It had the same effect as the magic that Dumbledore had cast on him that day, and Rey felt a cool breeze through his body, and his spirit was relaxed. Then a wave of warmth melted in every corner of the body, and Rey's eyelids began to become heavier.

This was a sign of falling asleep, and Rey finally couldn't resist the power of the potion, and fell asleep after falling asleep.

Dumbledore waved lightly, and Rey floated in the air in a collapsed position. At this time, the stool Rey was sitting on stretched out to form a small bed, allowing him to lie down completely flat.

"Breathing is steady and strong, and the time to fall asleep is too fast. It seems that the degree of qualitative change in your magic power is not enough. His magic power foundation has been completely changed. If you want to adapt to the new magic power, it depends on how hard he works."

After Rey fell asleep, Snape squatted down to give him a physical examination and then gave his own diagnosis.

Dumbledore nodded after hearing this, expressing his approval of his judgment.

"With such a complete change in magic power, you are not afraid that he will be the next Dark Lord?"

Snape had always spoken casually in front of Dumbledore, so his questions were fairly direct.

"This child's character is not bad, I believe he will not go astray."

"Maybe! However, is the vampire thing determined? What do I need to do?" Snape stood up after checking and asked noncommittally.

Dumbledore sighed slightly and replied: "It has been determined, it should be resolved by Easter..."