Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

As soon as Mo Bai entered the Room of Requirement, he fell on the cold ground, and there were tingling pains all over his body.

All his magic power was suppressing the violent silence in his body, and the two forces used his body as a battlefield.

At this moment, he felt like a balloon, which would burst everywhere if he pricked it.

More and more black mist leaked out uncontrollably.

Sure enough, the intensity of the riot increased again.

At this time before, although his body was in pain like being torn apart, he would not be able to barely move like now.

And the reason why he was so violent this time, he also knew the reason.

Before, he killed two people silently in anger...

Magic is a product of the mind and spirit, and all spells cast by a wizard have feedback to the mind.

Even ordinary people would feel guilty after killing someone, but after a wizard killed someone, in the worst case, his soul would be split.

And after he killed someone silently, the killing intent and anger at that time were silently borne, and today is the time for him to bear the crime of murder himself.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth were pursed into a straight line, watching the boy's body curled up on the ground trembling slightly because of the pain.

The black mist was getting thicker and thicker. The young man seemed to have just remembered something. He raised his hand and waved in Dumbledore's direction, and a purple shadow rushed towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore caught it, and Luna stuck her little bird head out of the old man's hand, looking at her master with fear and worry.

The black mist has already covered Mo Bai's whole body, as if a layer of black coat has condensed on his body surface, but the surface is not as soft and misty as ordinary smoke, but like boiling water, surging violently, as if it will erupt at any time open.

I don't know what kind of material the walls of the Room of Requirement are made of, even Fiendfire can only be blackened.

At this time, under the black mist, traces of erosion appeared

Dumbledore gently stroked Luna's scales, and lowered his eyes to look at Mobai who was struggling in pain.

"Don't hold on."

He thought that after Mo Bai entered the room, he would instantly vent Momoran and end his pain, but he didn't expect that he was still working hard to suppress Moran.

"no."

The boy spat out a word through clenched teeth.

"This is my strength, can I still be bullied by my own strength?"

Dumbledore sighed, he knew what Mobai meant.

If he could control Mo Ran when he was rioting, then this power would be completely for him to use, and there would be no side effects anymore.

But he frowned, "Do you know that your behavior of forcibly suppressing him now is very dangerous, and you may die."

Now Moran is like a raging flood. Those who control the flood know that it is better to block it than to block it.

He can completely vent out Momoran now and let it wreak havoc. Anyway, there is no one except Dumbledore now, and Momoran can't hurt the greatest wizard for the time being.

But he wanted to use magic power to suppress it, just like facing a raging flood, he used himself as a dam and blocked it directly.

Either, the flood was stopped, or the dam was washed away by the flood.

The boy's eyes looked at Dumbledore through the black mist, the eyeballs were already bloodshot, but there was no trace of fear.

"It's not the first time I've done this... besides, aren't you still here? You, the greatest wizard, won't let me just die in front of you, right?"

Seeing that the young man could still laugh at this time, Dumbledore sighed deeply.

This crazy stubbornness is too similar to Gellert.

"If you can't hold on, you must tell me."

"Nonsense...nonsense, I haven't lived enough yet."

The boy's voice had already started to tremble, and he clenched his fists after saying this, and he didn't make another sound, even his body stopped shaking.

In the silent Room of Responsiveness, Dumbledore silently looked at the boy who fell on the ground. The boy was motionless, and he didn't even seem to be breathing.

If it weren't for the black mist that was still emerging from his body, he would be like a corpse at this moment.

Luna looked at her master curiously, not knowing what happened, and wanted to check on her master's situation, but was held down by Dumbledore.

The old man shook his head at the little bird and snake in his hand.

Luna calmed down, one person and one bird were waiting here quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the fingers of the "corpse" lying on the ground suddenly moved.

He slowly got up from the ground, black mist wrapped around his body, and there was a faint strange sound, as if the air around him was beginning to be corroded.

"Old Deng, tell Hermione for me."

Dumbledore nodded and turned towards the door of the Room of Requirement.

The moment the door closed, the black mist in the room surged, and the figure of the boy had disappeared.

Outside the auditorium, little wizards came out in twos and threes, discussing what happened just now.

Ron dragged Harry Potter straight out of the auditorium, followed by Hermione.

The others looked at the backs of the three with strange eyes.

The three ran straight to the empty Gryffindor lounge, where Ron pinned Harry on the chair.

"You're a Parseltongue? Why didn't you tell me???"

Harry looked confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"You're a Parseltongue!" Ron waved his hands in the air, as if organizing words, "You can talk to snakes!"

"Ah... yes..."

After Mobai left just now, Lockhart organized a one-on-one duel between them, and it was his deadly enemy, Malfoy, who was dueling with Harry.

The two were fighting fiercely, and just after Malfoy summoned a python angrily, a scene that surprised everyone happened.

Harry is actually communicating with the snake in a strange language?

"Is there anything strange? If I didn't stop the snake, the snake would bite off someone's head!"

"Are you trying to stop him?" Ron looked at him with wide eyes.

"Of course, aren't you by the side? I'm telling him to stop."

"You were speaking snake language! None of us could understand it. It was as if you were instigating that snake to do things."

"I didn't!" Harry was a little annoyed. "How can I speak a language I've never learned."

"Besides, so what if you say it, I bet many people here can do it."

"No, they can't. Parseltongue" Ron looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't organize the words well, and he couldn't help but look at Hermione beside him for help.

And Hermione just stood aside quietly, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was wandering away.

"Hermione! Say something!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Hermione seemed to have just recovered, "What?"

"Harry is a Parseltongue."

"Oh yes!" Hermione immediately returned to her senses and looked at Harry seriously, "Do you still remember what Professor McGonagall said about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry nodded.

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened by the descendants of Slytherin, who himself is a Parseltongue."

Harry was shocked, and Ron nodded like a chicken pecking rice beside him.

"Now everybody thinks you're Slytherin's great-great-great-great-grandson."

Harry covered his head, "But I'm not!"

"No one can be sure," Hermione shrugged. "Slytherin was a thousand years ago. We all know that."

Hermione finished her argument very quickly, "Okay, your matter is settled, and I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

Hermione didn't respond, and hurriedly left the lounge with a flick of her long hair.

There were only two boys left looking at each other.

"Where is she going? You are almost being misunderstood as the opener of the secret room. What else is more important than this?"

Ron looked at Harry in surprise, with an expression of lack of loyalty on his face.

"... Mobai."