In the evening of Friday, there were only Amosatta and Professor Verrevey in the large staff rest room. They stood in the middle of a piece of land, pointing at a chair.
"I'm definitely not as adept at such spells as Millerwa, Amosatta. If you want to make your creations more realistic, I think it's best for you to consult Millerwa!"
Professor Verrevey made a high-pitched sound, looking very embarrassed.
"You know, Professor Verrevey, Professor McGonagall has always been less than enthusiastic about me using these things to scare students. In my opinion, she would be unlikely to help in this regard--"
Amosatta rubbed his head in consternation, thought for a moment, and waved his wand, adjusting the rhythm of the magical input slightly. On the basis of the original creation, two additional magical transmission passages were added between the two of them. The form of the chair between them gradually changed. The backrest of the chair arched upwards, and two legs became hands, while another pair became legs. In no time, a tall man with strong muscles all over his body appeared in the staff rest room, with a dark and terrifying appearance.
Facing the man created by Amosatta, Professor Verrevey temporarily refrained from expressing his opinion and continued to watch patiently.
Amosatta continued to wave his wand, and with the input of magic, the man underwent a drastic transformation. The originally straight back began to stoop, and smooth skin seemed covered with an excessive amount of hair cream, sprouting coarse, dark, thick, and stiff hair resembling wild boar bristles. The square face gradually changed into a conical shape, the neat white teeth became unevenly aligned, the canines became sharper, the eyes more sinister, and an aura of bloodthirstiness emanated from his entire body.
"That's quite good, Amosatta. At least I wouldn't know about it if I didn't know in advance... Oh, there's a detail: a werewolf's pupils will also contract after transformation—"
"Ah, thank you!"
Amosatta shook the wand tip, adjusting the inconspicuous detail. He controlled this 'werewolf' to move in the staff rest room, making a defensive stance when threatened and an offensive move when hunting.
"How did you deal with the werewolf that attacked you, Amosatta?"
Professor Verrevey climbed onto a table with nimble movements, watching Amosatta adjust the actions of this 'werewolf' with great interest.
"I think you must not have had a silver knife with you at the time, right?"
"You've guessed it, Professor Verrevey?"
Amosatta smiled lightly, his arms crossed over his chest as he delved into the details of wolf-like limb movements in his mind.
"That's not really that complicated, Professor Verrevey. There were about a dozen werewolves bothering me at the time. I cast a combined spell that attached magical fire similar to nature and fiery death to metal spears made from stone. I drove them directly into the hearts of the werewolves, effectively cutting off their strong recovery capabilities from the source. Those guys couldn't last more than half a minute under this magic and all turned into ashes..."
Actually, there are many spells that work on them, but some spells might cause trouble for myself... Back then, I was younger, and the strict ban by the Ministry of Magic still had some effect on me...
"Amosasta--"
Professor Verrevey imagined the scene of Amosatta slaying the pack of ferocious werewolves in his mind. He trembled nervously several times before he could continue his question. Before he could ask anything else, the door of the staff rest room was suddenly flung open by someone, and a high-grade Ravenclaw girl suddenly burst in with a terrified expression.
It's Percy's girlfriend, the Head of House Ravenclaw, Penelope Clearwater!
Before the door was completely opened, Amosatta quickly waved his wand to turn the werewolf back into a chair. He gazed at the attractive brown curls of Penelope, almost drenched in sweat, and suddenly felt a bad omen stirring in his heart.
"Miss Clearwater, perhaps you should explain why you entered the staff rest room without knocking!"
Professor Verrevey was a very patient person, but seeing someone from his own college acting so impolite in front of another professor made him a bit red-faced.
"Professor Verrevey, and Professor Blaine--"
Penelope's eyes were brimming with tears, clearly she was quite scared.
"Another student has been involved in an incident... huh, it's a secret room!"
Professor Verrevey shrieked in surprise, nearly falling off the table. Amosatta narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice,
"Please clarify, Miss Clearwater. What is your source of information? Who was attacked, and what is the current condition of the student who was attacked?"
Penelope's body trembled as she whispered sobs, and it took Amosatta's gentle words and comforting for her to calm down a bit.
"---We were just having a class on Transfiguration when Filch suddenly burst into the classroom and informed Professor McGonagall that another student had been attacked. We ran out together, and Filch brought us to the place where Loris was attacked. There was a new message on the wall -- her bones will forever remain in the secret room --"
As she said this, Penelope couldn't hold back her tears. Professor Verrevey walked over and gently patted her back with the tips of his toes, encouraging her to continue speaking.
"Professor McGonagall immediately began investigating, and found that Percy's younger sister Ginny Weasley, a first-year Ravenclaw student, had vanished..."
Ginny Weasley?
The little girl who seemed a bit ill and lacked spirit lately?
Amosatta's eyes were deep and focused, but why her?
"Amosatta!" Professor Verrevey shrieked.
Amosatta nodded, understanding what Professor Verrevey meant. He instructed Penelope not to wander around the castle alone and to stay with the professors as much as possible, then turned on his heel and ran out of the staff quarters without looking back.
It wasn't until he stepped outside that he realized that most of the little witches already knew what was going on. Everyone's faces were filled with worry and unease, as if they were preparing for a great disaster.
Amosatta rushed to the third floor of the castle, where he found Filch pushing all the little witches who wanted to see the message with their own eyes back to their respective house common rooms. Inside the circle, Professor Snape was trying to erase the message. As soon as he saw Amosatta striding towards him, he spoke in a low, dark voice.
"Professor Dumbledore has checked here and found nothing. Also, he discovered that someone has frozen all your panoramic telescopes with a powerful ice charm. He's not sure if your surveillance is still recording any valuable footage in this situation..."
Amosatta nodded, as if it was no surprise to him.
"I'll check that later. Those telescopes can automatically transmit the recorded images as memories back to my office... I didn't feel anyone entering my office, so I think the pictures should still be preserved..."
Now, the sky outside was completely dark. Amosatta gazed at the darkness outside the window, feeling as if this castle was caught in a trap. Yet, there was also a sense of relief, as if something that had been long awaited had finally come to pass.
The inheritor of the secret room has finally begun to act again, and this time, he didn't just petrify a student. Instead, he abducted Ginny Weasley, the younger sister of Bill and Charlie. To be honest, Amosatta had already sentenced this girl to death in his heart.
Taking a life is a spell away. Hours have passed since the abduction, and Ginny Weasley's body may already be cold.
Without warning, a sudden surge of anger rose up in Amosatta. As the professor of Black Magic Defense, he felt that the attack on his student was an insult to him. He was not only the investigation officer for the school board but also had the title of a professor in Black Magic Defense. The Slytherin inheritor had virtually attacked him in front of him. This made Amosatta feel offended.
"Where is Professor Dumbledore now?"
Amosatta shifted his gaze back to Professor Snape, and noticed that the professor's eyes were also flickering with the same unease as the little witches.
"Professor Lupin, representing the school board, has invited the Ministry of Magic to intervene in this matter. They have been incredibly efficient... I heard they were planning to take away Professor Snape earlier. I'm going to go and have a talk with Cornelius Fudge in his office."
"Hasn't Hagrid already been proven innocent?" Amosatta frowned. "Why are they still after him?"
"It's only Dumbledore and us who believe--"
Professor Snape pursed his thin lips and had a melancholic expression.
"When under pressure, Cornelius Fudge is a weak-willed person. He must come up with something to defend himself against the public outcry!"
Amosatta's eyes shifted as he pondered, then he finally spoke slowly.
"I'd better go and check what Dumbledore is doing now..."
