As the sun set, everything on the ground was gilded in a layer of golden light.
The setting sun shone its last rays of light and heat onto the huge castle of Hogwarts.
It was the same in Dumbledore's office. Sunlight shone through the rectangular window. Exquisite silverware stood on the slender table, quietly puffing out smoke and spinning. Not far away, the glass container containing Gryffindor's sword shone with a dim light.
Fox the phoenix stood on the huge shelf and let out a strange cry.
Other than that, the office was quiet.
Dumbledore frowned, which was rare for him. He sat on the huge armchair, his light blue eyes probing the item in front of him.
On the surrounding walls, the previous headmasters of Hogwarts were all staring at the dark red nameplate in front of Dumbledore.
This nameplate was the one Elwyn had picked up in the underground ruins. It was carved with the image of a terrifying monster and the human souls it was feeding on.
"What do you think about this thing?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"A terrifying monster, the incarnation of a Nightmare, an immortal existence that feeds on the souls of humans and other creatures," an old man replied lazily, his voice full of mockery. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. How terrifying. This kind of monster should only exist in myths and legends."
He was Phineas Nigellus Blake, the great-great-grandfather of Sirius, and the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.
"But it appeared in Hogwarts, Phineas." A shrewd witch waved the thick wand in her hand and said sternly, "Albus just told us everything. This monster appeared in the Forbidden Forest not far away. The boy called Elwyn Mason found it."
"He's lying. The guys from Gryffindor Academy can't be trusted. They're just a bunch of brats who love to show off," Phineas said disdainfully. Phineas said disdainfully, "If he really ran into such a monster, how could he have escaped? From what I see, he's a complete liar. "
"How shameless. Just a few months ago, that kid saved your great-great-grandson's life and proved the innocence of the Blake family." Dexter Fosco's portrait shouted. He was a fat wizard with a red nose. "How could you insult him like that?"
"Since you mentioned my useless great-great-grandson, I have to …"
"Alright, let's get back to the main topic," Darius Derwent said slowly.
She was an old witch with long silver curls, and she was also the most famous headmistress in the history of Hogwarts. Her portrait was hung in many important institutions.
"This nameplate and the monster on it are obviously magical creations of the ancient warlocks. Dai Lisi continued, "They're different from the wizards of today. We all know how terrifying those lunatics are. For those forbidden research, they're willing to pay any price. It's not impossible for them to create such a terrifying monster."
Phineas retorted. "They were different from the modern Wizards. We all know how terrifying those lunatics were. They were willing to pay any price for their forbidden research. It's not impossible for them to create such a terrifying monster." "But as time passed, they all died out. No one can live for thousands of years, not even magical creations," Phineas retorted.
"Not all of them, not all of them. They didn't completely disappear," a weak old wizard said slowly.
He was Quentin Trimble, a master of Defense Against Dark Magic and the author of the must-read textbook, Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense.
"Those ancient warlocks' research on the undead, demons, and Life Magic is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. I'm afraid some of them escaped the judgment of death." Quentin paused for a moment before continuing. "There are many known methods, but only one has been passed down. We've discussed this topic many times before."
"Everything is just speculation. Don't think I don't know that you've always been biased against the outstanding students of Slytherin Academy," Phineas said unhappily.
"It's not speculation. Last semester's diary has confirmed everything. The locket with a strong magical reaction on Elwyn's body should be one of them." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said calmly, "The problem now is the number of them. He must have made many of them. There's no doubt about that."
The office fell silent. No one spoke.
"Alright, alright. I don't understand why we're talking about this again. We're talking about this damned nameplate," Phineas said rudely.
"That's true. In order to escape death, the ancient warlocks and Dark Wizards conducted a lot of research. No one can guarantee that there are no other successful methods other than creating Soul Armaments," Quentin said slowly. Quentin said slowly, "According to the description, that monster is more like a combination of Necromancy and Demonic Magic. It basically fits all the characteristics, maybe a Black Wizard directly changed his body for evil …"
"Nonsense. This is ridiculous. I've never heard of such magic," Phineas muttered softly.
The office was filled with murmurs of discussion. The other headmasters also expressed their doubts about Quentin's deduction. It sounded too terrifying.
"I think I've seen the pattern on this nameplate somewhere before." A dry voice suddenly sounded. The owner of the voice was an old man with a gloomy expression. He wore an ancient black wizard's robe. "During our time, because of the long war in the Muggle World, Dark Magic was very popular. Many magic books have not been destroyed. I must have seen this pattern in one of them. But it's been too long, I can't remember … "
"What's the difference between saying nothing?" Phineas said disdainfully. He raised his voice to cover the others' discussion. "Whether this monster exists or not, no matter what it is, I don't think there's any need to worry. It has already been destroyed by the great Salazar Slytherin himself."
He was triumphant and proud of it.
Hearing him mention Slytherin, the other headmasters did not refute him. They respected the four founders of the school.
Dumbledore looked at the nameplate in front of him calmly. No one knew what he was thinking.
Just then, the office door suddenly opened. Snape, dressed in a black robe, strode in with a gloomy expression.
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