Chapter 473 The Evil Owl Just Doesn't Want to Stand by and Watch Someone Die (1/2)

Chapter 473 The bad owl just didn't want to stand by and watch the dying

Gryffindor common room.

Professor McGonagall sat on a sofa by the fireplace, while Hermione took a long list and called out the names one by one.

Since Dumbledore's request was to search secretly, they didn't make a big fuss, but just made up a reason and asked everyone to fill out the form to go home for Christmas again.

The students whose names were called would come forward to sign, not caring about the owl in the cage at all.

But from morning to noon, from seventh grade to first grade, all the Gryffindors in school were checked, and Hedwig didn't react obviously.

"Professor, is there something wrong?" Hermione asked disappointedly, "Except Harry and the others, all Gryffindors have been tried."

Professor McGonagall rubbed her brows tiredly, "I have the same feeling, maybe I missed something."

"Could it be that it's not Gryffindor?"

"That's impossible." Professor McGonagall said firmly, "The Fat Lady won't let anyone in who doesn't know the password."

"What if he knows the password?

Sirius picked up the Gryffindor password two years ago and was able to get in smoothly."

"This..." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment and walked to the entrance of the lounge, "Good morning, Fat Lady."

"Good morning, professor." The Fat Lady grinned.

"I want to ask if any students from other colleges came last night?"

"No, absolutely not." The Fat Lady shook her head seriously, "I won't let Gryffindor in without a password, let alone other colleges."

"You see!" Professor McGonagall said to Hermione.

"But Professor Dumbledore did come last night."

"Who are you talking about? Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall staggered and almost broke down, and Hermione opened her mouth in astonishment.

"Yes, he came once around midnight." The Fat Lady recalled, "He said it was very urgent, so I let him in."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall and Hermione looked at each other.

No wonder they couldn't find anyone in Gryffindor, because this person was not a Gryffindor at all.

Professor McGonagall looked frustrated, and kept muttering, "How could this happen? A genius of prophecy just passed by Gryffindor like this?"

"Uh... Professor, are we still looking for him?"

"Look, why not?

No matter which college he is from, being able to deliver the letter to Ron means that he has justice in his heart, and there is still a possibility of fighting for him."

"But professor..." Hermione hesitated, "Tomorrow is a holiday, and we spent a whole morning just looking for Gryffindor. At this speed, we can't check the other three colleges.

And Professor Dumbledore meant to do it secretly. Checking several colleges at a time is somewhat blatant."

Professor McGonagall's face suddenly turned ugly. After a long silence, she sighed unwillingly, "Forget it, let's talk about it after the Christmas holiday!"

After that, Professor McGonagall turned and left, leaving Hermione with a bleak back.

"Wait, professor, maybe I have a way."

The auditorium, the night before the holiday

Hermione was the first to arrive at the hall, sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, and openly placed the birdcage containing Hedwig on the table.

Students came in one after another, preparing to enjoy the dinner before leaving school.

Hermione had no mood to eat, and she read a book while observing Hedwig's movements.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on the staff seat, felt a little more relieved when she saw this.

She unconditionally supported Hermione's method, which not only met Dumbledore's requirements, but also screened most of the students.

Unless that person didn't come to dinner, he would definitely not be able to escape.

After more than half an hour, Hedwig flapped her wings and made an excited sound.

Hermione and Professor McGonagall immediately looked at the door of the hall, and then their eyes widened at the same time.

Aaron walked in with Abe in his arms.

He obviously didn't notice the two eyes on him, and ate dinner by himself.

Professor McGonagall winked at Hermione and left her seat.

The two met outside the hall and stopped when they reached the entrance hall.

"Are you sure it was Mr. Gaius?"

"Didn't you see it all? Hedwig said it was him." Hermione stammered, "It was unexpected, but reasonable!

Aaron's Transfiguration is very good. Even if he can't turn into someone else, the Fat Lady can't see through his illusion.

As for the talent of prophecy... He is probably the student that Professor Trelawney is most proud of."

"Now it's a match." Professor McGonagall said with a wry smile.

She was happy to think that Gryffindor had a genius and could finally hold her head high in front of Snape, but now it seems that she thought too much and the situation has not changed at all.

"Professor, do you still want him to join the Order of the Phoenix?" Hermione said in embarrassment, "Based on my understanding of him, I'm afraid he won't agree."

Professor McGonagall did not give a clear answer, leaving a sentence of 'keep it confidential, no one can tell' and hurried away.

She did not return to the hall, but went to the principal's office and told Dumbledore everything directly.

"Albus." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "I'm afraid Gaius's ability needs to be re-evaluated. He is better than we expected."

Dumbledore sat in a chair calmly, as if he had expected this.

"This child should be on our side, otherwise he would not send a letter to Ron.

My suggestion is to recruit him into the Order of the Phoenix. You have to talk to him in person."

"It's not time yet, Minerva." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean by not the right time?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "Harry, Ron, and Hermione all know the Order of the Phoenix, so adding one more shouldn't be a problem!"

"He's different." Dumbledore shook his head, with a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes, "I don't deny that recruiting him into the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a huge help to us, and many people will be inspired.

But Gaius is a true Slytherin, he has all the qualities of a Slytherin, and he is best at protecting himself, otherwise he wouldn't have used that method to send a message. I'm sure I won't get anything out of looking for him at this time."

"I agree with this." Phineas stroked his goatee proudly, "For thousands of years, the Gaius family has been standing firm, powerful, mysterious, and complicated.

They seem to always be on the edge of the wizarding world, but their every move deeply affects the entire wizarding world."

"Thank you for reminding me, Phineas." Dumbledore said speechlessly, "You have said this several times, and my ears are calloused from hearing it."

"One more time doesn't hurt."

"Uh... Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." Professor McGonagall said.

"It means Dumbledore is right." Phineas said meaningfully, "If the timing is not right, it will only backfire."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "Does that mean we have to pretend that nothing happened?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Dumbledore took out the letter from last night from the drawer, "As the headmaster of Hogwarts, someone broke into the Gryffindor dormitory in the middle of the night. It's a bit unreasonable not to ask."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, "I'll go and call Mr. Gaius to the headmaster's office."

"Dumbledore, wasn't I clear enough just now?" Phineas said a little unhappy, "Whatever you do, don't set your sights on the Gaius family."

"Don't worry, Phineas.

It's not as serious as you think. I know what I'm doing."

"It's better."

On the other side, Aaron had just finished dinner and was imagining how to spend the Christmas holiday when a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Professor McGonagall, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Gaius, Professor Dumbledore asked me to invite you over."

Hearing this, Aaron remained calm, but his heart skipped a beat.

Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong.

He had just delivered the letter to Ron last night, and Dumbledore came to talk to him tonight. No one would believe it if it was just a coincidence.

"Professor McGonagall, excuse me, is there anything Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to me about?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious.

It should just be a few questions, just tell the truth."

Aaron immediately had the answer in his mind, Dumbledore probably knew about his letter delivery.

But it didn't matter, he thought he hadn't revealed anything.

They would never find any evidence, and Dumbledore couldn't do anything to him as long as he denied it.

Thinking of this, Aaron stood up and said, "Let's go quickly. We can't let the principal wait."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly and led the way very skillfully.

Entering the principal's office, Aaron saw a letter on Dumbledore's desk at a glance, and couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

"Mr. Gaius, please sit down."

Aaron was not polite and found a chair to sit down.

"Um... Professor Dumbledore, we are so familiar with each other, just speak frankly."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then picked up the letter on the table, "Does it look familiar?"

"Weasley's life is in danger... In addition... This is not a prank, if you don't believe it, you will bear the consequences." Aaron read it without blushing, then frowned slightly, "It is definitely not Slytherin.

After all, as a class leader, I often collect their homework and have never seen such handwriting.

This should be just a prank by some student!"

"It's not a prank, Arthur Weasley was attacked and suffered very serious injuries.

In a sense, this letter came very timely, and it can even be said to have saved Arthur's life. "

"What?" Aaron's face showed a trace of shock, and he looked at the letter in his hand carefully, "This is really... really incredible!

This must be the work of Professor Trelawney. She is the only one in the whole Hogwarts who has this kind of prophetic ability."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, and they could see the speechless eyes in each other's eyes.

With this acting, if they didn't know the truth, they might have been fooled.

"Ahem!" Dumbledore coughed, "Unfortunately, this letter should have nothing to do with Professor Trelawney.

Last night, someone pretended to be me and tricked the Fat Lady into opening the door of the Gryffindor common room, and then put this letter by Ron's bed, and also set an alarm in a friendly way.

If it was Sybil, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. "

"No way!" Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly, and then pretended to look at Dumbledore angrily, "Headmaster, you called me here, are you suspicious of me? "

Dumbledore:......

Suspicion? What do you mean by suspicion? Do you dare to say it's not you?

"Don't get excited, the main thing is that this letter is definitely not left by the professor."

"It's not Gryffindor either." Professor McGonagall added, "Gryffindor knows the password and doesn't need to pretend to be the headmaster."

"That's it." Dumbledore shrugged slightly, "You are the best among the students, and the professor is proud of both Transfiguration and Divination.

And you have a good relationship with Weasley, whether it's Ron, Ginny, or Fred, George are all your friends."

"So, this is why you doubt me?" Aaron asked, "Isn't this too hasty?"

"I think it's a bit hasty, but..." Dumbledore pointed to the birdcage on the window, "Harry's owl saw what happened last night. "

Crack!

A thunderbolt suddenly struck Aaron.

Damn, I miscalculated. There is always a loophole!

He had considered everything except Hedwig.

But then he thought that he had sneaked in in an invisible state last night. Hedwig could not see him at all. At most, she could only identify him by smell.

Besides, even if this owl had a genetic mutation and could see through his magic, it would be useless if it could not speak.

"Professor, I think this may be a misunderstanding." Aaron said seriously, "I slept in the dormitory last night and did not leave at all."

Hedwig immediately flapped her wings and made a strange cry, as if to refute his words.

"Roar!"

Abe roared, and a dragon's might pressed on Hedwig like a mountain.

It immediately chose to follow its heart, and its voice and movements stopped abruptly, and it just squatted in the cage honestly.

"Aaron." Professor McGonagall glared at him, "Take care of your pet. "

"Yes, yes, but Abe did nothing wrong.

It's normal for him to be angry when his master is slandered."

"Okay! Let's just treat it as a misunderstanding!" Dumbledore said indifferently, and then changed the subject, "Mr. Gaius, who do you think left this letter?"

Aaron took a deep breath, held his head high and said, "How do I know? It's not me anyway."

Dumbledore's forehead showed a few black lines. Don't you feel ashamed to say this?

"What do you think this person's intention is?" Dumbledore asked meaningfully.

"Uh... Professor, I'm just an ordinary Slytherin. Is it appropriate for you to ask me this?"

"It doesn't matter. Teachers and students have completely different views. I want to hear your opinion."

"It's probably a prank. It just happened to happen."

"What if it's not a prank? "Professor McGonagall asked, "What if this person has a rare ability to predict the future and saw how Arthur got hurt, and then left this letter on purpose?"

"Hmm..." Aaron pondered for a moment, and knew that they were trying to trick him, so he told the truth, "Maybe he just didn't want to leave him to die."