Dumbledore sat in his office, gazing at a giant volume of magic spells. No where in his studies did he remember hearing “Carcer Tristitia.” But that didn’t mean he hadn’t learned it and simply forgotten. He searched text after text hoping to find something that might ring a bell, but nothing.

The young man lying in the hospital wing, unresponsive to every treatment was depending on him to get his life back. If Dumbledore failed, then surely no one would be able to help him.

The age was showing again, Dumbledore noticed as he gazed at himself in his mirror. The tiredness dimmed his usually shining blue eyes. The wrinkles were sagging lower than usual. And there was now a weight on his back that he could not displace. Not only was Graves lying injured in the hospital, but there were thirteen death eaters on their way to Azkaban for attempting to attack the school.

Hogwarts was not as safe as everyone had until now suspected.

To be continued in Episode Fifty Seven