themonasnovels Chapter 268 The Study of Scarlet Characters
Chapter 268 The Study of Scarlet Characters
Chapter 268 The Study of Scarlet Characters
As a performing arts troupe in the wizarding world, the Red Skull Dance Troupe is also well-known.
They are similar to ghosts and belong to dead wizards, but instead of becoming ghosts, they become a one-to-one version of Susanoo.
From then on, the career of selling body and performing arts began.
Chair dance, striptease, pole dance... They can all perform, anyway, they won't be arrested by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban because of ghs.
But at the request of Dumbledore, they performed a magic version of "Hamlet" this time.
Finally, the Red Skull, who played Hamlet, beat his usurping uncle Claudius to death with Thor's bone.
Hamlet took the resurrection stone again and brought his beloved Ophelia back to life.
William stared at it for a moment, it was obviously a tragedy, but it was changed into a comedy out of nowhere.
He wondered if Dumbledore could bring "Thunderstorm" to Hogwarts next year.
This young master of magic reform may also find a way to turn the ending into a comedy, for example...to arrange a Duan Zhengchun plot for Zhou Ping's father, Zhou Puyuan.
In this way, Zhou Ping and Lu Sifeng will no longer be related by blood, and the two will become half-brothers and sisters, and they can be together without pressure.
At the end of the performance, Dumbledore took a handkerchief and wiped away the unstoppable tears.
"Drama, more glamorous than anything we do here!"
Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows. She had also heard a series of alternative words such as music, education, snacks, same-sex friends.
——It’s all said by the headmaster on different occasions.
Of course Professor McGonagall would not point this out in public... Otherwise why would she be the Vice-Headmaster and not Snape or Flitwick?
Not without reason!
"Professor, if you don't mind, I can lend you my shoulder."
As Dumbledore's number one pawn, Hagrid immediately showed great concern.
So many students have been expelled from Hogwarts, many of whom are famous people like Grandpa Newt.
How could Hagrid be able to earn a stable salary in school, and occasionally make extra money?
Not without reason!
"Thank you, Hagrid! I will control my emotions." Dumbledore wiped away his tears again.
"Principal, that's what this play is all about. The story isn't strong." Lockhart interjected, "I can write this kind of shitty plot while dreaming."
Professor McGonagall shook his head, young man... the road is narrow.
"Principal, you were also moved by Hamlet?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"No, I was moved by Laertes." Dumbledore said sadly.
"His sister died because of Hamlet, and he was also hostile to Hamlet for revenge, but he had no intention of attacking, and the wand in his hand was always refusing to attack Hamlet easily.
When he decides to hit Hamlet, the narration is 'but my heart does not approve of it'.
Alas, Laertes must have been in pain.
I think he would have liked to have died himself, and exchanged the lives of his sister and Hamlet. "
Flitwick looked at Dumbledore in a daze, isn't the protagonist of this play Hamlet?
Why in Dumbledore's mouth, it seems that Laertes is greater and has more inner drama?
Sure enough, there is a reason why the principal is so great. He can always observe things that others can't notice.
Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking. He raised his head and listened with his ears sideways.
"What's the matter, Professor?" Snape asked, frowning.
Dumbledore didn't speak, but frowned, as if thinking about something.
Soon, the dinner party was over, everyone got up and left, pushing and walking towards the lounge.
But when he reached the stairs, a shrill voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone stopped in panic and looked forward, Mrs. Norris and Bobocha appeared at the stairs.
They cut through the crowd and ran straight towards William.
Bobocha seemed to be terrified. It ran wildly at a speed that did not meet Daju's weight, and jumped into William's arms.
Mrs. Norris howled even more terribly, the voice was like a baby crying, and everyone's scalp went numb for a while.
It opened its eyes wide and snarled several times at William.
Everyone stared at the cat that suddenly went mad.
"Is it trying to tell us something?" Hermione frowned.
"Probably something happened to Filch."
Mrs. Norris turned and ran, and William pushed aside the crowd and followed with strides.
Hermione also followed William closely, as if she was afraid that something would happen to him.
Mrs. Norris galloped up the marble staircase at full speed. It rushed up to the third floor, and finally turned a corner into the last empty corridor.
On the wall at the end of the aisle, a row of writing was shining brightly, especially in the darkness.
The chamber of secrets was opened,
enemies of the heir,
alert!
Harry was standing right in front of the wall with a panicked look on his face, which gave the impression that he had stolen the money.
"not me……"
Harry explained in a panic, and before he could finish his sentence, Malfoy squeezed out from the crowd.
His cold eyes brightened, his normally bloodless face flushed, and he grinned at Hermione as he looked at the typesetting.
"Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant! The next one is you, mud..."
Malfoy snapped shut, his lips pressed together as if sewn together by an invisible force.
William put the bobo tea into Hermione's arms and walked up to Malfoy, quietly and expressionlessly.
Two of Malfoy's henchmen rushed over, William didn't turn around, his wand just turned slightly.
red light flashed,
The two figures slammed into the wall at an even faster speed.
Malfoy's body trembled slightly, William laughed angrily, and he whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you.
I'm just curious, who gave you the courage to speak like this in front of me, huh? !
this time,
Shut up for a day.
next time,
That's three days.
I hope this is the last time I hear the word mudblood out of your mouth. "
"otherwise,"
William tilted his head and stroked Malfoy's neck lightly with his wand.
"I don't promise you won't lose your voice forever."
Malfoy slumped to the ground, stunned.
William turned and left, walking towards Harry, his pupils narrowed sharply, telling Hermione not to follow.
On the other side of the corridor corner, Filch was lying on the ground with his limbs sprawled out.
Not far from him, there was a large piece of carrion with morel and a broom.
Before being attacked, Filch appeared to be cleaning up the pile of rancid food that Nick had lost.
There was a pool of blood on Filch's sternum, the only wound.
Strangely, the wound bleeds very little and has even healed slowly.
There is only a small piece of blood that has solidified into powder in the ground.
On the palm of Filch's right hand, there is also a pattern outlined in blood.
Filch also had blood on his left index finger, apparently someone had inserted his index finger into the cut to make the pattern.
Use blood as ink, skin as canvas!
The murderer is... playing a game.
……
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(Thanks to "vul3z06" and "Zhenli" for their rewards.)
(End of this chapter)