Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 74 Hogwarts Murder! (Seeking to follow up~)

When the words fell to the ground, Percy felt that he had made a slip of the tongue.

"After all, Professor Snape may also be the heir of Slytherin." He stammered, trying to make up a reason, "Since he came back safely, that's good."

Harry thanked him and walked to Ron and the others.

"You're back. What do you want Professor Dumbledore to do?" Hermione put down her book and moved to sit closer.

"Tell me something about my funeral," Harry replied.

Hermione and Ron stared in horror.

"Professor Dumbledore was killed?" Ron grumbled dryly, almost swallowing his tongue.

Hermione didn't speak, but her expression conveyed the same meaning.

Harry shook his head: "No, I just explained what I should do if he had to leave the castle and Tom couldn't be found."

"Shouldn't that be the professors' business?" Ron shook his head in relief.

Hermione gave him a dissatisfied look: "That's the mysterious man!"

"He's sure to do something to Harry."

Ron clenched his fists and nodded: "But Professor Dumbledore will definitely solve him."

"Maybe tonight." Harry reassured them. "Lockhart is leaving the castle tomorrow, and Tom won't be able to bear it."

Ron sounded confused.

Where is this?

It's not to deal with the mysterious man, why did he get involved with Lockhart? It's a good thing that the flamboyant man is leaving the castle, but why is the mysterious man unable to bear it?
They actually have a very complicated relationship in private?

Hermione was thoughtful.

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, holding it stiffly, unable to drop it all the time: "Is it really going to be like this?"

A voice only he could hear answered him.

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

"Yes, but do you really want to do this?"

"Of course, of course I'm more important, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, the most charming and smiling wizard..."

"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.

Scribbled, less than twenty words.

He took out his wand and tapped lightly on the parchment: "Copy to double."

The parchment squirmed, but was not successfully copied.

Unwilling to give up, he clicked again.

The spell completely failed, burning the parchment.

He hurriedly slapped the flames out with the book beside him, sighed, honestly rewrote the sentence twice, and sent the letter away through the Floo network—this was a special application he had made to the Ministry of Magic , as a well-known writer, he often needs to contact reporters.

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

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

His every move is under the surveillance of Dumbledore.The content of the letter was also seen by all the professors.

"Come on tomorrow morning, someone has been killed at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall was blue with anger.

Really want to hurt the lives of students?

How dare he!

She wished she could rush in now, clean up Lockhart, and wash his dirty mind.

They waited patiently at the door.

Early the next morning.

Under the leadership of their headmaster, the little wizards walked carefully to the auditorium, safe and sound all the way.

Wait for all students to be seated.

The deans did not return to the teacher's seat, but sat at the end of the long table, near the door, holding the wands in their hands all the time, without Panasonic.

"Why do the professors look so tired?" Ron looked at Professor McGonagall, her skin was yellow and she had dark circles under her eyes.Looking at Professor Flitwick on the long Ravenclaw table beside him, he was in the haggard state he was at the beginning of school again.

"I waited all night last night." Harry cut the lamb chops, squinted his eyes, and looked at the teacher's bench. On it, Dumbledore was there, and other professors were there, except for one person, their culprit, that Lohar special professor.

"Wait for who?" Ron withdrew his head.

"Our dear Tom." Harry said succinctly, "but it doesn't look like it's coming."

fluttering--

The wings are flapping, and the owls are not affected, and the delivery is still on time.

But today there are some extra owls.

A tawny owl landed in front of Harry, dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet, held out a leg, and Harry counted five nuts to it.

Get the most prominent front page headlines.

"Hogwarts was surprised to find a murder case, and the principal was negligent?"

Accompanied by a picture of Hogwarts Castle shrouded in dark clouds, and a photo of Dumbledore, frowning and unhappy, taken from nowhere.

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

"Oh…"

"Rita Skeeter?"

"What an irresponsible reporter."

Harry glanced at the content roughly, "According to a reliable professor in the castle..."

He looked up at the teacher's seat, the deans couldn't do this kind of thing, so who would it be?
But there was not even a single professor in sight, and owls surrounded the teacher's bench. They hooted and threw red letters in front of Dumbledore.

Chi chi, they burned.

Dumbledore waved his wand, as he did a few days ago, to deal with them together.

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

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

But the words have been said, and the most critical information has also been revealed.

The students rioted, and their worst fears happened.

The basilisk is one of the most dangerous creatures of dark magic, and no matter how lucky you are, everyone just turns to petrification and finally... someone dies.

They looked around, poked around, and nodded.

Dumbledore cast the "Bright Curse" on himself: "Don't worry, no students were killed in Hogwarts, and the petrified students are still in the school infirmary."

The little wizards have almost finished counting the students in their own colleges, and there are indeed many people.

After Marcus Flint, no one was killed.

But that letter...

There was a bang—the door of the auditorium was pushed open heavily.

Cornelius Fudge entered menacingly, leading a group of Aurors.

"Dumbledore, because of your dereliction of duty, the students were killed. Come with me to London now." Fudge raised his head, and finally showed some air that the Minister of Magic should have, "Now Hogwarts will be headed by the head of the Auror Office Rufus Scrimgeour takes over temporarily."

"The Aurors will clear Hogwarts of anything dangerous."

"Oh, of course, and Rubeus Hagrid, the man who opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, who you sheltered and became the key keeper, has to go with us."

In the auditorium, there was silence.

Dumbledore didn't answer yet.

Da da da--

The sound of weak, hasty, and flustered footsteps came from outside the auditorium.

　Please follow up~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)