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Chapter 180: The Fear Spell
Chapter 180: The Fear Spell
The Forbidden Zone was eerily silent, with Dumbledore deep in thought and Hagrid subconsciously touching his chest as if confirming he was still alive.
"Do you mean that Norville thought I was dead, which is why he went crazy?" Hagrid asked, scratching his head and feeling his mind muddled.
"Yes, that's probably right."
Kyle nodded and turned to Dumbledore, asking, "Professor, do you think someone might have cast a Confusion Charm on Norville?"
The Three-Headed Dog's magic resistance was high, and ordinary spells on its body were like tickling, but it still varied from person to person.
Just like Dumbledore earlier, Norville was as helpless as a fragile doll in front of him.
A Sleep Spell would put it to sleep instantly.
"That's possible." Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said, "But in my opinion, it's not just a simple Confusion Charm."
Kyle frowned, "Do you mean that besides the Confusion Charm, there's another spell on Norville?"
"Yes, and it's a Dark spell."
Dumbledore walked forward, bent down, and carefully examined Norville, his nose almost touching its fur.
Then, Dumbledore tapped his wand on the middle head of Norville and murmured, "Just as I thought... a Fear Spell."
"Fear Spell?" Hagrid was stunned, obviously hearing about this spell for the first time.
"Yes, strictly speaking, it's not a traditional Dark spell, but it only appeared fifty years ago, so you probably haven't heard of it."
Dumbledore stood up and asked, "Kyle, do you know what a Boggart is?"
"Of course, Professor. It's a shape-shifting creature that can see into people's hearts and transform into their greatest fears."
"Is this Dark spell inspired by the Boggart?" Dumbledore put away his wand and spoke calmly, "It can create illusions, making those affected by the spell constantly see their most feared things."
"It seems someone cleverly combined the Confusion Charm and the Fear Spell, which is why Norville has become like this."
Kyle nodded thoughtfully, probably understanding Dumbledore's meaning.
The Fear Spell caused Norville to repeatedly see Hagrid's "death," gradually tormenting its mind, while the Confusion Charm made it see everyone transformed into the appearance of the "killer."
Kyle felt relieved.
If Dumbledore hadn't discovered Norville's issue in time, and if Norville had broken through the gates and entered the castle...
Kyle shuddered, not daring to continue this train of thought. It was foreseeable that it would have been an irredeemable disaster.
At this time, most of the professors were at the Quidditch Pitch, leaving only some students in the castle who weren't interested in Quidditch.
If they had encountered Norville in his crazed state, they would probably have been torn to pieces.
If such a thing had happened, Hogwarts might have had to close down.
Fortunately... Dumbledore discovered it in time, and the worst-case scenario didn't occur.
Kyle took a deep breath and asked, "Professor, do you have a solution?"
"A solution?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "It's very simple, as long as..."
"No, Dumbledore!"
"Please... don't kill Norville... he's a good dog... please..."
"I think you've misunderstood, Hagrid."
Dumbledore looked up at Hagrid, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and patted his arm comfortingly, "I never said we'd kill Norville."
"Really...?" Hagrid covered his chest and sobbed.
"Of course," Dumbledore smiled, "I assure you."
While killing the three-headed dog Norville was the simplest and most convenient solution, Dumbledore had never considered it.
Because in the entire situation, Norville was the most innocent one.
As Hagrid gradually calmed down, Dumbledore continued, "Coincidentally, before I became Headmaster, I had been researching the Fear Spell for a while, so I have some understanding of it."
"But now, Kyle... could you please take Hagrid to the Hospital Wing?"
Dumbledore blinked, "I think he needs a good night's sleep."
Kyle nodded and left the room.
Clearly, Dumbledore didn't want them involved in what was to come.
Hagrid followed, glancing back repeatedly.
"Oh, I almost forgot..." Dumbledore's voice echoed again from the room.
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"Hufflepuff, add fifty points."
...
After leaving the Forbidden Forest, Kyle accompanied Hagrid to the Hospital Wing.
Hagrid usually disliked going there, but now he couldn't afford to be picky.
Just thinking about Norville's previous state made Hagrid's heart ache like needles, making it impossible for him to concentrate. He nearly fell from the stairs several times.
Dumbledore was right; he did need a good night's sleep.
Upon arriving at the Hospital Wing, Kyle explained the situation to Madam Pomfrey, but for some reason, he didn't mention what happened in the Forbidden Forest. He only said that Hagrid was in shock.
Madam Pomfrey glanced at Hagrid, who was standing with his head down, and didn't ask further. She took out her wand and enlarged a bed in the corner.
Then, she went to a cabinet, took out a bottle labeled "Elixir of Life and Death," and poured all the potion into a wooden barrel, about the size of a Bludger.
Madam Pomfrey poured three bottles in total, and then handed the barrel filled with the Elixir of Life and Death to Hagrid.
"Lie down on that bed and drink it."
Hagrid took the barrel and stumbled over, knocking several beds out of alignment along the way.
This made Madam Pomfrey unhappy.
Fortunately, Kyle quickly straightened the beds, so she didn't say anything, just gave a few instructions before leaving.
Soon, snoring filled the Hospital Wing.
Kyle also heaved a sigh of relief, drawing the curtain at the bedside.
After leaving the Hospital Wing, Kyle hurried across the courtyard, looking up at the Quidditch pitch. He sighed softly.
There was no one flying above the pitch, and in the distance, he could see a group of young wizards walking towards the castle.
This clearly indicated that the match was over!
Kyle rubbed his forehead; he had expected this outcome.
It seemed that every time there was an important Quidditch match, something would happen to him.
He had hoped this year would be different, but it turned out the same.
(End of Chapter)
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