"Dumbledore, this is definitely not a prank!" The portrait touched its chest and gasped, "It must be dark magic. I almost thought I was going to die."

"Don't worry, I will fix you." Dumbledore comforted.

Harry suddenly asked, "Is the red light a spell, or what?"

Percy was stunned, thought of something, and looked at Harry in shock and disbelief.

The Weasley brothers also responded.

Ron stood there stupidly, whispering to comfort his sister.

The portrait hesitated and shook his head. He also noticed the five conspicuous red hairs: "I... I don't know, but it is a very bright and brilliant red."

Percy breathed a sigh of relief.

The Weasley family's hair color is not bright enough, it is golden brown with a reddish tint, a dark color.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

With a snap, a house-elf appeared in front of him.

"Did you detect anything unusual?" he asked softly.

The house-elf trembled and answered, its words full of shame: "No, we didn't see anything. The little wizards all returned to the dormitory safely. As for the little witch of Ravenclaw..."

"We, we saw her go in, and we didn't see her come out of the lounge again."

It pulled its ears, its eyes full of pity.

Harry was a little surprised.

He had personally experienced the extremely abnormal surveillance ability of this creature, and there was more than one house-elf in the castle.

With so many things, how come nothing was monitored?

"Their magic is very strange." Dumbledore shook his head and explained for him, "But it is only strange. Perhaps wizards who underestimate them will suffer a little."

"But you also know that they only serve wizards after all..."

"It's hard for them to resist the spells of wizards. Maybe a Confusion Spell would be enough to make them ignore some things."

In the penultimate sentence, not a single word of “slave” was uttered.

In the ancient wizard wars, they were defeated by wizards, who had magic engraved in their blood and tamed them, so that generation after generation, they willingly and eagerly became slaves of the wizards.

They are more complete losers than the centaurs and goblins.

Harry's brows relaxed a little: "It seems that Voldemort's magic has recovered to a certain extent."

The Weasley family beside them began to tremble.

"At least there's good news, isn't there?" Dumbledore smiled.

Harry nodded, "He didn't leave the castle, and he couldn't wait to do it on Christmas."

"And Miss Clearwater's life is not in danger," Dumbledore added.

Harry turned his head and looked at the little red-haired witch: "Ginny, do you have anything to say?"

This little witch acted so weird from the beginning.

It's like she doesn't know these things.

Even when Ron comforted her that his family was pure-blood and would not be like Colin, she was still a little confused.

That’s wondering “Who is Colin?”

Wondering "Why purebloods are fine?"

"Ginny is just a first-year witch!" Percy's reaction was a little intense. "It's impossible for her to do that. She doesn't have the ability to do that. Not to mention powerful magic, she can't even cast a complete spell..."

"Mr. Weasley, don't be so excited." Dumbledore waved his hand to comfort him, "Let's listen to what Harry has to say first, okay?"

Percy took a deep breath.

Ginny looked hesitant.

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore is here." Harry continued, "Although he may not be very reliable in some small matters, you can still trust him in such big matters."

"Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard. He can solve all problems."

"But now Hogwarts is in trouble and needs a little help from you."

Ginny shook her head. Her face turned pale and she looked dazed. She clenched her fists and mustered up her courage: "I... I don't know anything."

"I just woke up from ** and found myself getting off the train. Suddenly it was Christmas, eating and playing snowball fights with my brothers."

"But I don't know what happened in the past three months..."

Percy's face was even paler than Ginny's.

The Weasley brothers gritted their teeth.

Ron was confused and took out his wand tremblingly, but found that he might not need it now, so he put it back tremblingly.

"Did you lose your memory after returning to the dormitory?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Ginny nodded hesitantly, "Yes, I definitely remember something from this morning."

Harry frowned. "Just now?"

"But I touched you after lunch and there was nothing wrong with it."

Percy and the Weasley brothers were puzzled.

Ron pulled them aside and quietly explained the connection between the mysterious man and Harry. He also knew about what happened at the end of the first year.

Dumbledore's face turned serious, and his tone was gentle, with some self-comfort: "Maybe it's not possession, Miss Weasley, have you come into contact with anything special?"

Ginny frowned and recalled carefully: "Dad had a fight with Malfoy at Flourish and Blotts that day. When I got home, I found a book without words in my textbook..."

"You should have told Dad." Percy couldn't help but interrupt her, "Mom has said many times that if anything is wrong, you should tell your parents."

"I, I thought it was in a second-hand textbook, and it was very familiar." Ginny shuddered, "so I brought it to Hogwarts."

"The professors also thought it was fine, so I just..."

At this point, she became confused.

"I can't remember how I used it."

"Is the book still in your dormitory?" asked Harry.

Ginny shook her head. "Just now, I noticed it disappeared, along with my memory."

Dumbledore's expression suddenly turned very ugly, so gloomy that it seemed as if water seemed to drip out of it.

"Go check the dormitories of every young wizard staying at school and find a book without words on it." Dumbledore ordered the house-elf beside him.

"We, we have no power." The house-elves trembled even more. They served the little wizards, but they did not have the power to supervise them.

Dumbledore said, "This is an order from the Headmaster on behalf of Hogwarts."

With a snap, the house-elf disappeared immediately.

Ginny cried, "I did all these things? Am I going to be fired?"

"Ms. Weasley, this has nothing to do with you." Dumbledore touched her head, "Few people can resist the You-Know-Who's magic."

"You are the innocent, manipulated one."

Percy gritted his teeth and said, "Malfoy! He stuffed that thing into Ginny's mouth. Damn it, no wonder he was so annoying that day!"

"I have to tell my parents."

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "I will contact Mr. Weasley. I will ask Minerva to pick you up and take you to the office. Now go back to the common room. I will ask the elf to deliver the meal."

He turned his head and looked at Harry: "Harry, you too."

"I know what you saw."

"Yes, I admit that I guessed that it might be something, but let me be sure, let me see that thing and then confirm my idea, okay?"

His tone was sincere, and there was even a tiny, yet weak plea in it.

This made Harry's heart sink suddenly, as if he was falling from an endless height, falling and falling, with no sight of the ground. Only this feeling of uneasiness, of not knowing when he would fall to the ground and die, accompanied him for a long time.

He raised his head, touched the scar, and nodded in agreement.