Chapter 220 Dumbledore Wants Your Life, I Am Also Desperate!

"Well then, Tom..."

The diary has said so, and Carl has no choice but to continue asking. After all, now is not the time to break skin with him, and the plastic brotherhood will continue to be maintained for the time being.

He neatly put away the quill pen and the books he was about to borrow, glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, and walked out of the library briskly.

"I just need to wait until the right time, and I can get rid of him..."

...

In the principal's room, Dumbledore kindly received the three anxious Harry.

"Don't worry, there is something you can talk about here slowly. It's just that I don't understand a little bit. How did you know the new password of the principal's office?

I just changed this yesterday, and I haven't told anyone yet..."

Dumbledore stroked his white beard that was tied into a bunch, comforting Harry and the others with a hint of doubt on his face.

"I've mentioned all the names of dessert drinks I can think of. Professor, do you like to drink "Kumquat Lemon" recently?"

Hermione said with some embarrassment, her little face flushed.

"So it's like this...then~. Would you like a drink, Miss Granger?"

Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and three glasses of lemonade immediately appeared in front of the three of Harry.

"Thank you, Professor, we have something very important to report to you this time..."

Harry picked up the lemon juice and drank most of it in one gulp. The three of them had tried many times just now, and the stone statue moved out of the way only after their mouths were dry.

Then he recounted in detail what happened last night.

Dumbledore, who was eating biscuits and drinking lemon tea leisurely, suddenly became sharp when he heard the word Chamber of Secrets. But it disappeared in just an instant, and turned back to the amiable old headmaster.

Of course, the three of Harry, who were only focused on telling stories and adding details, didn't notice the slight changes in the expression on their principal's face, they just kept laughing at themselves...

"Okay, kids. I think I know exactly what to do, thanks for the information..."

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore put away the lemon juice and biscuits in front of him, and smiled at Harry and the others as if nothing had happened.

"Professor, do you trust us? Then what are you going to do? As far as I know, that thing doesn't seem too big."

After listening to Dumbledore's answer, Harry was excited for a while, and then said worriedly, finding something in the huge Hogwarts is not an easy task.

"The Ministry of Magic has magic instruments for finding such things, so you don't have to worry at all...

Also, can you call Carl over for me? The book he asked me to find for him last time, I have already found it..."

Dumbledore blinked and smiled playfully.

"Really, Professor? That's great, we'll go right away!"

Finally, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

Watching Harry and the others leave, in the empty principal's room, Dumbledore stood up from his chair, paced back and forth and began to think.

"Controlled by that thing? It's hard to say...

As for repelling a house elf head-on, this needs to be verified...

The school has been going on for so long and the sea is still calm. Without the power of props to confine the space, is that magical dimensional magic? It seems that he should be the one who dueled Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest last year. It's unbelievable. In the ancient times of miracles, were the high elves who controlled the laws of nature so terrifying?

Tom must have a headache right now, and he probably won't be able to get rid of it..."

Soon, Dumbledore grasped these key points, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He already knew who had the thing.

The surprises that child brought him were one after another. Now that the item fell into his hands, Dumbledore immediately took it back. Hearing Harry mention that item just now, he Just afraid of falling into the hands of other little wizards who don't know.

But that little wizard is Carl? oh, that's all right...

Last year, Voldemort himself was directly beaten away by Karl, who was awakened with full firepower. Could it be possible that a black magic item he made could cause some disturbances this year?

After clearing everything up, Dumbledore sat down calmly, waved his wand again, and plates of desserts and drinks reappeared on the table. He was alone enjoying the endless joy brought by the snacks, waiting for Karl's door.

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Go back to the Ravenclaw tower, put the diary away for Karl who is ready to go out. As soon as he opened the door, his smile froze on his face...

How could these three punks be here? !

"What happened again? Is the secret room really opened? Impossible, it's only been a few minutes!"

Carl said in a somewhat complicated mood, he really did not expect Harry and the others to appear here.

"Nothing happened, except that we just went to Professor Dumbledore and told him what happened last night, and he already has a plan in mind.

In addition, he said that the magic book you asked him to find has arrived, and told you to go to the principal's office, as if he still has something to tell you..."

Ron crackled and finished the long passage very quickly, and Carl was dumbfounded when he heard it.

After recovering for a long while, he finally realized that Dumbledore might have guessed about the diary.

"It's all about that damned Dobby! You shouldn't have acted like that in front of Harry last night, just forget about it!"

Karl cursed in his heart, he originally wanted to use Tom Riddle before revealing his true colors, so that even his soul would be burned to death in the desperate fire.

Now it's all right, Old Deng knows it, he definitely wants to destroy it immediately, it's really a disaster.

Karl kept lamenting in his heart, he wondered why it was so difficult to eat alone once? ! He turned around and looked at the white clouds outside the window, and a tear fell down from the corner of his eye.

Tom~, I don't deserve to be your best friend! This time, I am sorry for you. Originally, I wanted you to live happily through the last period of your life.

But why~harm~however that big devil Dumbledore refused! He just wants your life, I have no way to stop him, I am also very desperate!

"What's the matter with you, Karl? Why are you still crying?"

At this moment, Harry noticed Carl's slightly trembling body and the weeping tear that seemed to exist forever in the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help asking a little strangely.

"No~, it's okay. I'm just a little moved. My magic book is hard to find. Professor Dumbledore is interested. Now I really want to thank his family!"