This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Regulus Black is the pride of the entire Black family.

Although he and his brother were both Death Eaters, they had completely opposite personalities.

One Slytherin, one Gryffindor.

Regulus is the proud son of heaven and a qualified member of the Black family by birth.

Sirius is synonymous with rebellion. He would rather be expelled from the family than run away from home.

The fate of the two brothers was also completely different.

One died mysteriously and the other was imprisoned.

The ever-pure Black family is a top pure-blood wizarding family that is older and richer than the Malfoy family.

But with the fall of Voldemort, many things have changed.

Those Death Eaters who stubbornly resisted were all dead, and even with the family's guarantee, they were no better.

Bellatrix and Sirius were both convicted felons and imprisoned in Azkaban without trial.

If nothing else, the once glorious Black family will only have two female members left.

One is Narcissa, who married into the Malfoy family, and the other is Andromeda, who married a Muggle-born and was also expelled from the family.

Phineas raised his head, his eyes particularly determined.

"I want to know the murderer of my poor great-great-grandson, Regulus Arcturus Black!"

Tom shook his head slightly, "Principal Black, you are too greedy."

Phineas roared hysterically: "I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to tell the truth!"

"Okay, the deal is established." Tom walked under his portrait and said,

"The murderer of your poor great-great-grandson was not me, but a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Who is it!"

"Dorcas Meadows. The cruelty in his dark eyes flashed away, "Principal Black, I value Regulus very much.

So the person you want to take revenge on was torn into pieces by my own hands twelve years ago. "

"This - this is impossible -"

Including Phineas, the principals could not believe that the little introverted girl could be the murderer of Regulus.

But she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and her position and motivations are quite sufficient.

"fraud!"

"Don't believe his lies!"

The principals were all trying to persuade Phineas.

"I didn't lie." Tom patted the school robe on his body, "Principal Black, sometimes, the truth is so cruel."

"Old ghost! Don't forget our responsibilities!"

"Shut up, Armando!" Phineas glared at the half-frame on the ground, "I know what I'm doing!"

His gaze moved upward, fixed on Tom's handsome face.

"Principal Black, it's your turn."

"Yes, it's my turn." He sat back on the chair in the portrait and sighed helplessly: "Oh——

Since you want it so much, let me reveal a little bit about it. "

The smile on Tom's face was particularly gentle, "I want to know more, Principal Black."

"Okay, okay -" Phineas shook his head melancholy, "Although I have never taught you personally, I have always been particularly satisfied with you.

Tom, the answer is -

Actually, that sword, the Sword of Gryffindor—"

He suddenly pushed his head forward, and the entire portrait was occupied by his big, mocking face.

"Actually, it's not here at all. Go find it yourself! Hahahaha——"

Tom's originally expectant expression twisted for a moment. ♦♦  ♦♦

Anger, disappointment, regret and other emotions flashed through one by one.

"I'm sorry-"

He raised his wand with a calm expression, "Principal Black, I have always admired you."

"Is it because I don't like Muggle-born students?" Phineas stepped back slightly.

"I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts! I will never compromise with a bastard like you!"

Angry Tom pointed the wand at him, "I will find you and destroy your last picture frame too!"

The red light from the tip of the staff reflected on his face through the brighter silver light.

After a "swish" sound, the right arm holding the wand was neatly cut open.

"Ah -" Tom stretched out his left hand with a face full of pain, covering the wound with black mist spreading out.

Even mithril and silver iron couldn't make him feel the pain.

But this kind of burning from the soul is indeed caused by a sword.

"Who!" Tom glanced around with resentment.

No figure, no sound.

“Hahahaha——” Phineas laughed heartily, “Tom, you’d better run away now!

Even if you still hold the wand, your killing curse will have no effect on him! "

"Harry Potter—" Tom hissed the name.

The principals were all stunned.

This silent approach, this crisp movement, is clearly Vincent who kidnapped the Sorting Hat.

"Occlumency and the Disembodiment Charm—" Tom released his grip on the wound.

The black mist that drifted out formed an arm again, and his eyes regained their composure.

Psychological warfare?

Vincent, who was hiding behind him, looked down.

Deliberately saying the wrong name in an attempt to annoy yourself and reveal your position, and then take the opportunity to pick up the wand?

Voldemort with hair is indeed sinister!

The first time I was fooled was due to carelessness, the second time was due to lack of information.

The third time?

Impossible.

Vincent didn't know where Snape was hiding, but he knew that his patience was more abundant than his own.

I can sit on the small bench for most of the semester, so spending an entire night is not a problem at all.

Former principals were afraid to breathe loudly.

In this deathly silent space, a game that determines the outcome is going on.

Tom wants to get his wand back, Vincent and Snape want to give him a fatal blow.

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The third floor of the castle.

Flitwick used various spells flexibly to force the basilisk into the corridor outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"hiss--"

He waved his wand to deflect all the venom he spat out.

The basilisk was unaffected and opened its two large, narrow eyes.

Fred and George took the opportunity to throw several smoke bombs again, forcing it to quickly close its eyes.

"Well done!" Flitwick gathered the blinding smoke around the basilisk's head.

There is no way to retreat, and further retreat will lead to the end of the corridor.

"Professor, we are out of stock."

"It doesn't matter, they are here."

As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, the figures of McGonagall and Sprout appeared in the corridor behind him.

"Filius, be careful!"

The basilisk with its eyes closed sensed the increase in the number of people and whipped out its tail.

"Obstacles - armor protection -"

Flitwick cast two magic spells almost at the same time, successfully blocking the huge tail from the barrier at the tip of the staff.

Mag trotted over and circled the basilisk with the wand in his hand.

It quickly withdrew its tail and punched a hole in the wall of the corridor that was beginning to shrink.

A breeze blew in.

Outside the castle is an open lawn, and beyond that is a forbidden forest full of tall trees.

"Don't let it go!"

Flitwick's reaction was quick, and the next spell was ready the moment the iron armor spell was removed.

A whip extended from the tip of his staff, wrapping around the basilisk tightly like a rope.

"Hiss——"

The holes are being repaired and the whip is tightening.

The basilisk suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a long black shadow slightly smaller than its body.

It fell limply to the floor, the emerald green sheen of its scales beginning to dim.

"He actually shed his skin and escaped." Flitwick frowned and looked at the restored wall.

The Black Lake is pitch black, your vision will lose its effect, and your venom will be diluted.

There is Dumbledore's magic in the Forbidden Forest. As long as the area is controlled, it is the most suitable place.

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