There was a possibility that Mr. Binns - said Amos, tugging at his lip, laughing and crying - "I am the Amos Brane who arrested the Black Witch Vintia Creevey at the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final in August 1994."
The wrinkled, faint outline of flesh on Professor Binns' face trembled, and it continued to stare at Amos, looking both surprised and confused.
Amos knew the reason. It was probably some magical history magazine that had recorded his duel with Vintia this summer and had included it as a significant time in historical documents. Only in this way could Professor Binns remember his name so clearly.
For Professor Binns, most of the figures that appear in historical books are buried in the ground.
"All right, I am Zlatin, Professor Binns..."
Amos sighed, basically not holding out much hope for obtaining any crucial information from Professor Binns.
"I am here to consult with you about the content of this paper, about the Deathly Hallows, do you have any impression of it?"
"I told you, Bito--"
"Professor Binns stared blankly at the parchment, suddenly looking up at Amos, scolding him angrily in a tone of voice."
"History should be researched in reality, with credible and reliable historical documents, not hearsay some ridiculous rumors, and then mix them together like stories to mislead others, that will cause serious consequences!"
Eh---
Amos was stunned for several seconds before realizing that Professor Binns' thoughts had once again wandered.
"But there are many examples that prove they exist, Professor--"
Amos' brow twitched, and he whipped out his wand, the tip slicing through the dim air to reveal a thumb-sized black stone with a crack in the middle, appearing before Professor Binns.
"For example, the Resurrection Stone is clearly recorded in school history as having been owned by the great Slytherin."
Professor Binns was attracted by the black stone hanging in front of him, spinning alone. It remained silent for a long time, and if it hadn't been for the astonishment on his wrinkled face, Amos would have thought that Professor Binns' mind had completely broken down.
Then at some moment, Professor Binns suddenly 'came to life' again, glaring at Amos with an angry expression.
"Salazar did indeed have a golden ring with this black stone embedded in it, but I have never heard him refer to this ring as the Resurrection Stone, Phynes. Obsessed with these meaningless things, they cannot help you become great. I hope your paper will return to reliable history, otherwise, I will have it removed from my office. My office already cannot hold so many myths and legends!"
a golden ring
After only a few minutes, the name of the third black stone has changed, Amos immediately realized that Phynes was the editor of this paper.
"Did you do that, Professor Binns?" Amos said mournfully, "Who did you have clean those papers away?"
"Denetni, Bohock, Lannetty, I don't remember, Amos!"
Professor Binns waved his hand irritably again and did not respond to the question, but returned to the cold fireplace and sternly instructed,
"Your paper on the International Witch Conference in 1289 is not acceptable, Amos. If you don't submit a new one before Christmas, even if you get an 'E' in OWLS, I won't let you into my advanced class!"
After half an hour of bothering, Amos was finally driven out of Professor Binns' office by the irritated professor. The only two pieces of comfort in the entire conversation were that Slytherin probably did indeed pass down the Resurrection Stone and he even made it into a ring shape.
And Professor Binns briefly mentioned his correct name, though he seemed to be considering himself as a young witch again.
The Resurrection Stone is one of the three coordinates. If Slytherin and the other three founders worked together, the importance of the ring would be stronger than his pendant box. He would certainly ensure that the Resurrection Stone could be passed down to this century smoothly.
That is to say, if Voldemort has successfully obtained the ring left by his great ancestor, will he make it into a Horcrux?
Given Voldemort's obsession with the relics of the Four Founders, it is very likely that he would turn it into a Horcrux. If so, he might hide it in several ways. Would he give it like a notebook to a trusted Death Eater, or like the Ravenclaw crown Amos accidentally found and the pendant box in the cave by the sea, hidden in some secret location that Voldemort had reached?
This is a difficult thing to say, Amos has no clue about it. Maybe, Dumbledore might have some clues.
"Oh, so you're here, Brane. I've been looking for you everywhere!"
Amos was lost in his thoughts, when suddenly a hoarse voice echoed behind him. He snapped back to reality, realizing that he had inadvertently gone to the wrong floor and was standing dumbly in front of an archway on the second floor.
"Professor Moody?"
Amos raised his eyebrows in surprise, he glanced at the parchment in Moody's hand without making a sound and asked.
"What's the matter?"
Two small witches happened to be passing by the stairs, after greeting Breauny and Moody, they quickly ran away.
Professor Moody stopped talking, Amos could see that he didn't want to talk about what he wanted to say in a place where there were too many people, so he waved to him.
"Come on, Professor Moody, let's go to my office. I can offer you a cup of hot tea to warm you up, and I can also dry out your wet boots--"
"I'm sorry, Vintia--"
In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, in the grove of the centaurs.
In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, within the sanctuary of the centaurs, an elderly centaur named Horn knelt on the ground, looking apologetic. He faced Vintia Creevy, whose fair features and serene demeanor were seated on a cushion. The open doors allowed a breeze to enter, carrying the crispness of ice and snow that tousled her smooth emerald green hair, contrasting with her ethereal elegance.
However, at this moment, the pure-hearted priestess's emerald green eyes seemed to reveal a trace of unease, and this lively emotion added a touch of earthy atmosphere to her.
"After the snowy days, the difficulty of obtaining food in the forest has increased. The food we centaurs have stored is enough to get us through the winter, of course we are willing to share, but it's hard to guarantee that those living in your sanctum can survive the winter."
"It is us who should apologize, Elder Horn, for the trouble we have caused you --" Vintia bowed slightly, "It was my oversight, Elder Horn. I will find a way to resolve the food issue as soon as possible."
"But what do you plan to do?"
The voice of Elder Horn was laced with worry, and it gazed at Vintia with a gentle expression that it had never shown to Amos or Dumbledore.
"You cannot have your followers collect food from the forest; they cannot be exposed to the sight of wizards. You must buy food from the wizarding world, but that requires wizarding currency. I think you probably don't have much gold."
"We still have some muggle currency at hand --"
After a moment of thought, Vintia said.
"I can use that money to buy some supplies from the Muggle world. You see, we do not seek luxury; we just need to fill our bellies."
Elder Horn fell silent.
The druids living in the sanctuary numbered several hundred, and 'some muggle money' would clearly not be enough to help them survive until next spring.
"You are now serving the castle, Vintia. As far as I know, wizards do offer compensation for such things."
"I have already used those funds to buy magical potion ingredients --" Vintia's tone revealed a sense of helplessness, "For the materials used in creating disguise potions, those are not cheap --"
"Magical potion ingredients?"
Elder Horn blinked, perking up a bit.
"Oh, I see, there have been many wizards who have ventured deep into the forest to collect some plants. If you can teach us that these plants are valuable to wizards, we can help collect them and then you can exchange them with wizards for currency or food!"
(The End of this chapter)
