—-Vaults of Paris/Hogwarts grounds—-
Mr Nott, as always, apparated behind the gates of the school without a sound. Weather was just amazing and his mood was quite ecstatic. He just received, or how he liked to imply, borrowed, a very strange artefact from the vaults of Paris. He remembers, when one of his students, had to go for a walk down the dungeons of Paris for his NEWT assignment, and decided he needs one of those walks as well. Parisians, in all of their might and glory, were very bad guards. Theo had to do just little manipulations with his wand and the vaults have opened for him. What was strange no one attacked him or, as a matter of fact, noticed him. Of course he used all of the available charms to conceal his whereabouts, but it was still strange. He had a little stroll along the benches with glass orbs, and had a feeling he is back in London in Department of Mysteries, strolling around all the prophesies. Maybe this place was similar, but you could feel and eerie chill coming from all the spheres. Also they were all different colour, and they weren’t bright. Mr Nott wasn’t as stupid as he looks, but natural curiosity still lingered around the back of his mind. He was walking very slowly, making no sound at all, until he reached a small chest with a family crest on it. He made just a couple of taps with his wand and the chest creaked open. Nothing very interesting was in there: some rocks, all different colour, couple of broken wands, you could still see two halved connected with a unicorn hair, and rubbish, rubbish, rubbish. He flicked through the contents of the box, and when he was about to close it, something caught his eye. It was a similar sphere, which he noticed on the benches, but this was red in colour, and some kind if mist or smoke was trapped inside. It was swirling, and mr Nott, being the inquisitive young man he is, couldn’t help himself and touched the sphere. The minute his fingers grazed the surface, the mist turned green, but nothing else happened. Disappointed, he took the sphere out of the box and put it in to pocket of his robes. Even though, it didn’t do anything, he thought, it will be a nice to have a reminder of visiting this place. He apparated with a little crack and was outside the gates of Hogwarts, where our story begins.
He was walking down the lawn, one summer evening, with a determination in his step. He needed to find out if miss Maffies completed her mission, of disposing of the headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He’s sources have told him that she was faint of heart and, in the end could do it. Preposterous, it is just a simple spell, and she would have snuffed it up. Somehow he was becoming more angry with every step he took, he didn’t even notice, that green smoke was seeping from inside the glass sphere, thus infecting him and surrounding grounds of Hogwarts. Seeping into every inch of the castle, affecting inhabitants in it.
—-Halls of Hogwarts, 6th floor—-
He was walking very slowly, but with every step he took, it looked like little good he had left in him, being sucked out by the green smoke, which he still hasn’t noticed, and was spreading rapidly. You wouldn’t think that such a small sphere could contain that much smoke inside. He reached the door he was looking for. He wasn’t really, but took his time coming here. He didn’t knock, just walked into the class room.
—-Temporal Magic Classroom—-
He’s confidant was sitting at the table, and the mist, has already took a hold of her, as it was a warm summer evening, all her windows have been open for some fresh air.
- Good evening ms Maffies, such a splendid one it is, isn’t it? - he was wearing one of his smiles, but words were seeping with cold, and if looks could kill, he was halfway of giving one to his colleague. He took couple of steps into the class room and closed the door behind. Thus our adventure begins.
.:Honorary Hogwarts Professor
.:Head of Slytherin House
.:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Governor
Первое чудес не бывает.
Второе исключения возможны,но только для злых чудес.
А если настало время злых чудес- бесполезно оставаться добрым.