Chapter 65 He Is the Pile Driver! (Please Read On)

Chapter 65 He is the pile driver! (Please read~)

Dumbledore nodded dullly: "The elves searched every little wizard's dormitory, but they couldn't find the wordless book."

Harry was about to speak.

"Including yours, including Ginny's, including those who left school." Dumbledore immediately added.

Harry asked, "What about the professors?"

"Are you doubting Lockhart?" Dumbledore was surprised.

Harry nodded: "It can't disappear out of thin air. Lying in a stinking ditch doesn't look like lying...it doesn't look like the choice Tom would make."

"But they are professors." Dumbledore shook his head, still hesitant.

Harry glanced to the side and saw the empty place: "You should be glad that Professor Snape is not here."

"Severus is different." Dumbledore said meaningfully, "I watched him grow up, from the eleven-year-old little carrot who just entered school to the age he is now."

"Then Lockhart must have watched him grow up." Harry said expressionlessly, "He is not much older than Professor Snape, at most twenty years older."

"Lockhart is four years younger than Snape," Dumbledore corrected.

"He looks a bit older." Harry waved his hand, "Age doesn't matter."

Dumbledore sighed: "I'll let the elves keep an eye on him."

Harry shook his head vigorously in denial: "I hope you take action, the elf is unreliable."

"I will protect the students..." Dumbledore looked serious.

Harry interrupted: "What is your status at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

I have no idea why I suddenly asked such a question.

"If given the chance, would anyone want to kick you out of Hogwarts?" Harry asked in a different way.

Dumbledore frowned.

"It seems that there is one?" Harry thought thoughtfully, "Then you should think about how to protect yourself, how can you stay in Hogwarts and solve this matter."

Dumbledore said nothing, he understood what Harry meant.

No matter what happens in the castle, he, the principal, must bear the heaviest responsibility.

Three students have been attacked...

"I'm just investigating the professor's office. I think they will be very willing to cooperate with you." Harry struck while the iron was hot.

Mag immediately expressed his position: "For the safety of students, I am very willing."

Dumbledore remained silent.

"Have the magic power of the two people who were attacked for the first time dried up?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Harry asked a new question.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, they all - Tom is drawing their magic?"

"Obviously." Harry shrugged and nodded slightly, "He is very weak now. I guess there is a high probability that he will not kill anyone recently, or even avoid killing people."

"He wants to gather strength."

As he spoke, Harry paused, took a heavy step, leaned forward slightly, and spoke like a sword, poking at the old man's chest: "That's Tom, a man who is good at playing with fear. Think about the words in his name." magic."

"He's going to create more and more fear."

"Ordinary families, mixed-race families, pure-blood families..."

"When you accumulate enough strength, kill another person!"

"Explode this fear."

“Haters who hate you won’t sit idly by.”

Harry raised his hand, pointed at his own eyes, then turned it around and stabbed Dumbledore's eyes fiercely from the air. Under the candlelight, the cat's eyes glowed with a faint chill: "Kick you out of the castle. Everything is convenient.”

"What you want to protect..."

"You are right, Harry." Dumbledore exhaled, nodded heavily, and stood up, "I should take action myself."

"Minerva, let's start with you, okay?" He raised his head and looked at the serious lady standing next to the Weasley family.

Mag nodded: "Of course, I am willing to cooperate."

She was the one who least doubted it, but since he decided to do this, Dumbledore checked it very carefully. With a wave of his wand, everything in the office flew past his eyes, and then fell back to where it was before he checked it one by one.

"It seems I can rest assured." Professor McGonagall smiled knowingly.

"Minerva, please send the Weasleys back to the common room. I'm afraid Harry will have to follow me for a while." Dumbledore nodded apologetically at her.

They then went to other people's offices.

Harry also met many professors he didn't know yet, including Trelawney in the Divination class and Kettleburn in the Care of Magical Creatures class.

After checking the offices upstairs one by one, it was Lockhart's turn on the second floor.

Dumbledore knocked on the door.

After a while, Lockhart came over and opened the door. He was wearing a gorgeous red robe, as if he had just gotten out of bed, and hurriedly buttoned his buttons: "Professor Dumbledore, why are you here?"

He tried to look surprised.

But there was no such emotion in his eyes. Instead, he was beaming and high-spirited—a bit more high-spirited than his usual posture.

"What opened the secret room was a dark magic item." Dumbledore explained simply, "But it disappeared from the hands of the little wizard. We have checked the students and it is not in their hands, so I wonder if it is someone The professor picked it up."

"Really?" Lockhart coughed twice.

It took him a moment to react, "Are you doubting me?"

"All professors." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Minerva, Filius, I have checked their offices."

"After you, it's Severus. I won't leave Filch and Rubeus behind."

Lockhart took a half step back and said with a long tail: "Well, Professor Dumbledore, please."

Harry squinted and stared at him.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

Still very carefully, everything in the office flew past him - exaggerated biographies, various pink-based letters, and even a lace underwear.

All drawers opened automatically.

Even Lockhart's clothes were lifted up.

Harry was stunned.

There was no book without words.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised. He waved his wand again. Every book, every notebook, and even every letter in the office stopped in front of him, allowing him to quickly flip through them page by page.

Biography, novel manuscripts, and even a love letter collection.

All kinds of strange things appeared, but there was no book that looked strange.

"How is it?" Lockhart couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"Nothing unusual." Dumbledore shook his head and put everything back in place.

Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief and laughed dryly: "Professor Dumbledore, although I understand your feelings, I have to say that you suspect the wrong person!"

"I am Lockhart, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. If I found a dark magic item, I would have given it to you long ago!"

Harry narrowed his eyes, and the expression in his pupils was extremely serious.

"Of course I believe you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore smiled, "There are other professors' offices that have not been checked, I have to continue to work."

"Of course, please." Lockhart walked around them eagerly and opened the door enthusiastically.

Just walked out of the office.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and Harry could even hear the sound of a chair dragging and holding the door.

"Harry, do you have a sense?" Dumbledore asked after walking away.

Harry shook his head and said hesitantly, "No, but Lockhart is very wrong."

He struggled for a moment: "He is the kind of person who is... very exaggerated."

"Remember the previous times?"

"Every time something happened, he couldn't wait to get involved, but not this time. He wanted us to leave."

"Maybe it's too late?" Dumbledore said softly, "At least I didn't find anything weird. I checked everything carefully."

"I also tried it with magic, and it was all normal."

"Voldemort at his peak might be able to deceive me, but it...it can't be deceived by me in this state."

Speaking of the latter, his tone became confused.

Like Harry, he was most suspicious of the new Professor Lockhart, who was becoming more and more unreliable.

But the result was unexpected.

"By the way, Professor, there is something very serious that you haven't told him." Harry suddenly spoke when he was about to reach the staircase.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. Did he miss something?

"Three!" Harry raised his finger. "I saw it in his notebook. After coming to Hogwarts, he started at least three romances."

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