Chapter 629 - The Third Harvest Moon Ⅸ (1/2)

The swirling darkness ceased to twist and turn as Rowan stumbled and glanced around to find herself once more in the Headmaster's office. Marcellus looked much the same as he did in the previous memory and sat at his desk with a feathered quill in hand and writing upon the parchment. His quill makes scratch like sounds as he writes.

Nothing occurs and Rowan begins to show signs of boredom and glances around the rather bare office. ”It's most certainly not like Dumbledore's office,” she privately mused to herself. No, Dumbledore's office was a lot more cheerful and interesting to look around in.

The quill scratching sounds cease to be made causing Rowan to turn back to glance at Marcellus, the First Headmaster of Hogwarts. Capping his quill, he sits back and glances up from his writing. ”Please have a seat,” Marcellus said as he courtesy gestured to Rowan to have a seat. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/a-bend-in-time_14576125306898605/the-third-harvest-moon-%E2%85%B8_50676202708458153 for visiting.

Rowan wildly glances around to see that Marcellus is gazing firmly at her. Her mouth suddenly feels rather dry as she hoarsely croaks in disbelief, ”You can see and hear me?”

”I can sense your confusion,” Marcellus answered, ”And no, I cannot see nor hear you, but merely glimpse a shadow of the future that may come to pass.”

Rather warily Rowan takes a seat but tries to wonder how such a thing would be possible considering this is a memory. But then again, Marcellus was a farseer. Sometimes reality is not always fixed in time. And that which is impossible is not so seemly impossible after all.

”I sense that you possess many questions for me,” Marcellus said with a faint smile on his face. ”But alas, there is not much I will not tell you that you have not already deduced from the memories which I will take and place within the vial.”

The smile fades away from Marcellus's face as he solemnly continues, ”My time shall soon come to an end and I shall bind the entirety of my Magic to protect Hogwarts. With each element representing the four founders, but tragically, I have only found a protector for three of them. The lake is protected by the merfolk, the forest by the centaurs, and the castle by the House Elves. And though my magic is not as strong as my friends, it shall be enough to protect the students and those that enter it. I will seal as many as the cracks as I can making it nigh impossible for more than three abominations to exist within these walls.

However, my magic will fade away with the natural passing of time, and more cracks shall appear. And I cannot guarantee that more will enter nor that the wards will further weaken at the hands of the descendants of one my friends.”

Marcellus paused to roll up the parchment before him that is now dried, before sealing it with wax and stamping the letter shut with his seal. ”Forgive me, a Headmaster's duty is never quite done.”

Putting the sealed letter aside, Marcellus folds his hands before him and lays them to rest on his desk. ”Now, I shall gift you with all the knowledge that I possess concerning that hideous being. I am not certain from whence he came, but I do know that he was Herpo, the Foul's second apprentice and he perfected Herpo, the Foul's research,” Marcellus explained as his gaze grew weary with memories, before closing his eyes as he leans back into his seat.

”At the height of Godric and Salzar's power, they with the aid of Rowena and Helga sought out to destroy the cruel and mighty power of the Assassin Wizarding clans. That was our first true encounter with him, he was a mere boy at that time in that form. Still, more than half of such a clan had been transformed into something that was not meant to be and that went contrary to all the principles of Mother Nature. None of us understood the dangers of it at that time including myself except for perhaps, Salazar, who destroyed every single member of the clans including the women and children,” Marcellus sighed in memory as if recalling the horrific screams and terrible wails of that night.