Chapter 74: Hogwarts Murder! (Please Read On)

Chapter 74 Hogwarts Murder Case! (Please read~)

As soon as he finished speaking, Percy felt like he had made a mistake.

"After all, Professor Snape may also be the heir of Slytherin." He stammered, trying to find a reason, "Since we are back safely, that's good."

Harry thanked him and walked next to Ron and the others.

"You're back, what does Professor Dumbledore want from you?" Hermione put down her book and moved to sit closer.

"To tell you some funeral arrangements." Harry replied.

Hermione and Ron's eyes widened in horror.

"Professor Dumbledore was killed?" Ron said dryly, grunting, and almost swallowed his tongue.

Hermione said nothing, but her expression conveyed the same meaning.

Harry shook his head: "No, I just explained what I should do if he has to leave the castle but fails to find Tom."

"Shouldn't that be the professors' business?" Ron breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.

Hermione glared at him dissatisfied: "That's You-Know-Who!"

"He's definitely going to make a move on Harry."

Ron clenched his fists and nodded: "But Professor Dumbledore will definitely be able to deal with him."

"Maybe tonight." Harry comforted them. "Lockhart will leave the castle tomorrow, and Tom won't be able to bear it."

Ron sounded confused.

Where is this?

If you don't want to solve the mystery man, why do you have something to do with Lockhart? It's a good thing that the flamboyant man wants to leave the castle, but why can the mystery man not be able to bear it anymore?

The two of them actually have a very complicated relationship in private?

Hermione mused.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Lockhart sat in front of the table in fear, holding the quill in his hand stiffly, unable to put it down: "Is this really what you want?"

A voice that only he could hear responded to him.

"No, of course I don't want to leave like this."

"But, do you really want to do this?"

"Of course, of course I am more important. I am Gilderoy Lockhart, the wizard with the most charming smile..."

"Yes, you're right, Hogwarts needs me to save it."

"You won't lie to me, will you?"

Lockhart took a deep breath, raised his pen and wrote on the paper what he had already drafted.

Scribbling, less than twenty words.

He took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the parchment: "Copy into pairs."

The parchment squirmed but was not successfully copied.

He didn't give up and clicked again.

The spell failed completely and the parchment burned.

He hurriedly put out the flames with the book beside him, sighed, rewrote the sentence twice more, and sent the letter away using the Floo Network - this was something he specifically applied to the Ministry of Magic. , as a well-known writer, he needs to be in constant contact with reporters.

A letter to the Daily Prophet's number one, Rita Skeeter.

One was sent to the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

His every move was under Dumbledore's surveillance. The contents of the letter were also seen by all professors.

"Come here tomorrow morning, someone has been killed in Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall turned blue with anger.

Do you really want to harm students’ lives?

How dare he!

She wished she could rush in right now, give Lockhart a clean slate, and wash his dirty mind.

They waited patiently at the door.

Early the next morning.

The little wizards, led by their dean, carefully walked to the auditorium, safe and sound all the way.

Wait for all students to be seated.

The deans did not return to the teachers' table, but sat at the end of the long table, near the door, holding the wands in their hands without letting go.

"Why do all the professors look so tired?" Ron glanced at Professor McGonagall. Her skin was yellow and she had some dark circles under her eyes. Then he looked at Professor Flitwick at the Ravenclaw table. He was in the haggard state he had been at the beginning of school again.

"I waited all night last night." Harry cut the mutton chops, squinted, and looked at the teacher's chair. On it, Dumbledore was there, and so were the other professors, except for one person, their culprit, Loja. Special Professor.

"Who are you waiting for?" Ron took his head back.

"Our dear Tom," Harry said succinctly, "but it looks like he didn't wait."

fluttering——

Despite the flapping of their wings, the owls were not affected and still delivered goods to your door on time.

But there were a lot of owls today.

A brown owl landed in front of Harry, dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet, stretched out one of his legs, and Harry counted five knuts to it.

The most eye-catching headlines.

"A murder occurred in Hogwarts. Did the principal fail to take responsibility?"

The accompanying picture is a picture of Hogwarts Castle shrouded in dark clouds, and a picture of a frowning and unhappy Dumbledore captured from nowhere.

"Murder case?" Hermione glanced over and rolled her eyes, "How come there are students in Hogwarts who were killed, these guys who follow the wind and rain."

"oh…"

"Rita Skeeter?"

"What an irresponsible reporter."

Harry glanced at the content and said, "According to news from a reliable professor in the castle..."

He looked up at the teachers' chair. Deans couldn't do this, so who could it be?

But not a single professor could be seen in the field of vision. An overwhelming number of owls surrounded the teacher's chair. They roared and dropped red letters in front of Dumbledore.

With a sneer, they burst into flames.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and wanted to deal with them all together, just like he did a few days ago.

But there were too many of them, and someone cast a protective spell, and finally some fish were caught.

"Dumbledore, how dare you! Students died, and you still have the face to stay in Hogwarts..." The roar stopped abruptly, and Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and it disappeared.

But the words had been said, and the most critical information was also revealed.

The students rioted, and the thing they were most worried about still happened.

The basilisk is one of the most dangerous dark magic creatures. No matter how lucky you are, you can't just petrify everyone. Finally... someone died.

They looked around, poked their heads out, and nodded.

Dumbledore cast a "loud spell" for himself: "Don't worry, no students in Hogwarts were killed, and the petrified students are still in the school infirmary."

The little wizards had almost finished counting the classmates of their own college, and there were indeed no fewer people.

After Marcus Flint, no one else was killed.

But that letter...

With a clang, the door of the hall was pushed open heavily.

Cornelly Fudge walked in with a team of Aurors.

"Dumbledore, because of your negligence, students died. Now come with me to London." Fudge raised his head and finally showed some of the style that the Minister of Magic should have. "Now Hogwarts will be temporarily taken over by Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office."

"The Aurors will clear out the dangerous things in Hogwarts."

"Oh, of course, and Rubeus Hagrid, who opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago and was protected by you and became the key keeper, must go with us."

The hall was silent.

Dumbledore has not answered yet.

Da Da Da——

Weak, hasty, and flustered footsteps came from outside the hall.

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