Chapter 2823 The Runaway Wolf (6)

   Like the Scots say: I don't buy stuff without seeing it.

We arrived like ghouls in the wee hours of the morning in the cemetery, which was lined with tombstones, and I stumbled after Van Helsing and Dr. Self, and now Mrs. Harker's son Arthur, who followed me. Back, get the shovel for us.

  Two yew trees were planted on the farthest side of the cemetery, and two rows of pine trees divided the cemetery and the passage. Because of the mist, I always felt that there were white flying objects flying around.

   "Is this one?" Van Helsing held his lantern on a tombstone for Dr. Self to see.

   "Yes, I think..."

   Before Dr. Self could finish speaking, Van Helsing took the shovel from Arthur and started shoveling the soil as I expected.

   "Hurry up!" said Van Helsing to us, "Before daybreak."

  I also picked up the shovel and dug the grave with Van Helsing. Doctor Self walked to the side. Perhaps because of professional ethics, he did not participate in our operation.

  After observing for a while, Arthur also joined Van Helsing and me. Neither of us spoke, but we could only hear the "rustling" sound of the shovel inserted into the soil.

  The bell in the distance showed that the time was 4:00 in the morning, and we finally dug the coffin. Before opening the lid, Van Helsing tied a handkerchief over his face, and I thought he would at least keep out the stench by doing so, so I did the same.

   "Give me the candle," said Van Helsing to Arthur.

  After receiving the candle, he held it up to illuminate the tarnished metal nameplate on the coffin. The wax dripped on the coffin, congealing into a white stain, and the wood faded by the years was covered with mud.

   After confirming that this is the coffin belonging to the captain, he took out the screwdriver from the tools he carried with him. This situation made me unacceptable, although I had prepared in advance.

   "Fear or something else?" asked Van Helsing.

   "I'm not afraid," I said, but it seemed to me an insult to the dead.

   "Braveness is not the absence of fear, but the recognition that something is more important than fear," Van Helsing said, and he slammed his screwdriver on the coffin so quickly that I shuddered.

   A small hole appeared in the outer shell of the coffin, big enough for the prong of the circular saw to fit in. I thought Van Helsing was going to destroy the coffin, but he sawed a slit in the coffin as carefully as a carpenter, and before the window board he sawed was about to fall, he grabbed the edge, took it out, and held a candle to watch. for a while.

   "How is it?" I asked.

  Van Helsing gave me the candle, and I gradually approached the coffin and looked in, but it was empty.

   "Have you found the answer?" Dr. Self asked.

   "I need more evidence." Van Helsing looked up at Doctor Self standing on the ground, "Where was the person who buried him?"

   "I'm afraid we have to ask the priest, but if we ask, he will have us caught immediately." Doctor Self said.

   "You don't have to worry about it." Van Helsing looked at me "Will you come forward?"

   I don't think it's a big deal, but Arthur backs off, all he's willing to do is take the tools back to the inn.

  I collected a box of soil for him to take away, and then we walked to the church next to the cemetery. At this time, the sky was already a little bright, and after the light became better, I didn't stumble as before.

   Soon Van Helsy knocked on the door, and at the same time there was a **** crowing in the distance, and before someone came to open the door, Van Helsy asked me to stand in front, and then an old priest opened the door.

   "What's the matter? Kid."

   "I am a special commissioner from the capital, and I have some questions to ask you." I pointed at Van Helsing, "He is my advisor."

   "Good morning, John." Doctor Self greeted the priest.

   "Good morning." The priest said to Doctor Self indifferently, "Whose grave did you just dig?"

   I looked down at myself and saw that my body was covered in mud, and so was Van Helsing.

   "The captain's tomb." Doctor Self said, "What can you explain? Father."

  Father looked a little flustered.

   "Can I go in and talk?" asked Van Helsing.

   "No, you can't." Father John said, closing the door in front of us.

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The Killing Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and Imperius Curse were designated as Unforgivable Curses in 1717. Although the law stipulates that anyone who uses the Unforgivable Curse will face life imprisonment in Azkaban, but old Buddy Crouch is in charge. Aurists were granted the privilege of using the Unforgivable Curses while in the Ministry of Magic.

   They were a very small number of Aurors, and now that the war is over, their privileges have been revoked with the fall of old Buddy Crouch. In other words, Cecil of the werewolf capture team has to brave the snow and cold to catch dangerous gangsters on Christmas without using the Unforgivable Curse.

   Whatever Cecil's older brother was, Barnaby did pretty well at school because of such an uncle. In contrast, Snape, who "chatted" with the children while drinking eggnog, seemed too lucky.

   But the Potions Master has something besides being "young and promising" pushing his teacher away. After drinking their eggnog, they left Hufflepuff's cellar and went to Slytherin's dungeon. After walking through the intricate dungeon for a while, they came to an iron fence. Severus turned the snake-shaped lampstand next to him with his wand, and the snake's green eyes lit up.

   "I heard it," said Barnaby in horror. "It said 'Password.'"

   "You are surrounded by divine mysteries." Severus said to Barnaby with a weird smile.

  Then the iron fence opened.

   "What kind of place is this?" Liz looked around and asked.

   "Library." Severus said, and as soon as he finished speaking, snake-shaped lampstands lit up, illuminating the entire hall.

  There are many iron doors here, and behind the iron doors are bookshelves, but these bookshelves are all empty.

   "Salazar Slytherin's library?" asked Barnaby.

   "If you have any secrets that you don't want to be heard but need to be discussed, you can come here." Severus said.

   "Can't I do it?" Pomona asked.

   "I agree," Liz said.

   "Me too," said Barnaby.

   "What about you, Ben Cooper." Severus asked the Gryffindors present.

   "Agree with..." Ben said with a worried face.

  Pomona felt he couldn't be allowed to go on like this.

   "Bravery is not the absence of fear, but the realization that something is more important than fear." Pomona said to Ben according to what he read from other books.

   "With Paul, sooner or later you will be exposed to black magic." Severus looked at Ben and said, "Do you think you can bear it?"

   Ben didn't answer right away.

  Severus let out a long sigh.

   "If it wasn't for the sacrifice of a woman, would you have won like this?"

   "If James was here, he would have drawn his wand by now," said Pomona.

  Snape smiled triumphantly, as if waiting for a few people to draw out their wands.

"No, not because of a woman." Barnaby stood up and said, "This is a world full of mysteries, and the mysterious man may know more than us, but he doesn't know everything, and there are always situations that are out of his control. "

   "He couldn't control everything, not even himself," Liz said.

   "What do you have to say?" Severus asked Ben again.

   "It's not that simple to find the 'important things'." Seeing that Ben couldn't answer, Pomona answered for him.

  ‘I think you already know where to find it. '

   she heard a voice say.

  She looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

   "What are you doing?" Severus looked at her suspiciously.

   "I'm looking for something." She said confused.

   "What?" Severus asked.

   "Even if it's vacation, it's too late." Pomona said to a few students, "You should go back."

   They looked at each other and left without objection.

   Waiting for the sound of the iron fence falling behind him, Pomona opened his mouth.

   "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

   After a long silence, he said "No."

   "Then good night and merry Christmas," said Pomona, turning to leave.

   "I might have a clue," Severus said suddenly.

   "What clue?" She asked with her back turned to him.

   "My news comes at a price, what can you give me?" He said slyly.

  Pomona looked back at him.

  His eyes were shining, like a hungry wolf.

  (end of this chapter)