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On Halloween night, the sky was as black as ink, and the surroundings were quiet.

The students gathered in the auditorium, eating delicious food, and looking forward to the next performance.

I heard that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe a long time ago to give everyone a fun and enrich their after-school life.

Is it just Professor Dumbledore?

Looking at the empty position on the high platform in front of the auditorium, many students couldn't help but wonder.

At this moment, there were a few noises from the fireplace in the principal's office. After a while, a small figure rolled out, and then another tall, white-haired old man fell down vertically, bending over and out of the fireplace.

"Professor, I said I shouldn't come back this way."

David climbed up from the ground coughing and covered in ashes. He has used the fireplace many times, but he still can't grasp the elegant way of landing. It may be a natural offense with him.

Since learning that the group of people is likely to be the R organization, David and Newt have gone to the island where the group of people raise magical animals.

After some inspections, they found that they had a problem. It was supposed to be a small island densely covered with magical animals, and only a few dusty huts were left.

Then they went to several other strongholds, and also found nothing.

After returning Bai Ze to the Taoist priests from China, Tina seized the opportunity and sent them a roaring letter and drove David back to school, otherwise he would have to wander outside for a while.

"It's safe and convenient, isn't it?"

Dumbledore smiled and used a descaling charm to blow the dust off himself and David.

"is it safe?"

David touched the back of his faintly painful head. He just didn't know what he bumped on, and he didn't know if there was any bleeding.

"That's because you haven't mastered the technique. If you use it a few more times, you can be as calm as I am."

"Forget it, I would rather come to school on a broomstick, but I don't want to use it anymore."

David waved his hand again and again, and then his gaze was attracted by Fox on the table.

Fox was standing on a gilded branch behind the door. He was small and thin, with only a few feathers sticking to his body.

Perceiving David's gaze, Fox raised his head and let out a sad cry, then dropped his head weakly.

"Fox is dying?"

David stepped forward and gently stroked Fox's wrinkled skin, trying to relieve him of some pain.

Dumbledore tilted his head and counted the time for a while: "It should be soon. Will he call you over when he is reborn?"

"of course."

David was about to talk to Dumbledore about Fox again, when the portrait hanging on the wall suddenly rushed out of an old man.

He said quickly and quickly: "Dumbledore, your caretaker's cat is dead. There are many people around now. Would you like to see it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the principal's office was pushed aside, and slammed into a wall on the side.

Soon, Professor McGonagall walked in swiftly, her face was blue and her lips were pressed together: "Dumbledore, something has happened."

Professor McGonagall glanced slightly, she saw David, her face just showed a touch of joy, and soon sank again: "Mr. Scamander, when did you come here? You know you are absent this semester. How many courses did you have?"

David squeezed out an apologetic expression, and quickly turned his plea for help at Dumbledore.

"Professor McGonagall, David came so late for his reasons, but now there is not so much time to explain and explain to you, shall we go to the place where the crime occurred first?"

Dumbledore left the office first.

Professor McGonagall glared at David and quickly followed him with David.

On the way, Dumbledore gradually merged with other professors, and the team of only a few people turned into a platoon in an instant.

Among them was a brightly dressed wizard. After he squeezed into the team, he walked beside Dumbledore with his head high, as if he were the vice-principal of the school.

Behind him was Professor Snape, his eyelids drooped slightly, and a cold light came out. If his eyes could kill someone, the person in front of him didn't know how many deaths he had died.

There was a sharp contrast between the two standing together. One had his hair meticulously combed, the other was greasy, and even his clothes were stained.

If you want people to choose, I believe most people will think that the first one is the real professor of the school.

When David was observing him, the wizard also noticed David.

He quietly lags a step behind, leaning against David's side.

"I am a professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Guidro Lockhart, a third-class Medal of Sir Merlin, and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League. I have won the "Witcher Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times, but I rarely Show off this." Lockhart put his hand on David's shoulder naturally: "Can you tell me your name?"

"David Scamander."

After Lockhart's series of titles, David only remembered a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Looking at Lockhart's confident smile, he should be a qualified professor, right? It can't be worse than Quirrell, right?

"It's a good name, how come I haven't seen you in class before?"

"I have something at home, I just came to school today."

David looked a little embarrassed after skipping class for so long.

"Oh? Is that so? Then you have missed many of my wonderful teachings, but don't worry, I will try my best to find time for you to tuition."

Lockhart patted David on the shoulder, showing his shiny white teeth again, trying to make himself approachable.

"Thank you, professor." David said heartily.

"Don't say that, this one I should do for students as a professor."

At this moment, they reached the scene of the incident, surrounded by a group, chattering and arguing.

Lockhart immediately let go of David's shoulders and squeezed everyone to the front.

A line written on the wall in front of the crowd: The secret room was opened. Be wary of those who are enemies of the heirs.

There was a cat hanging beside the writing. Its whole body was as hard as a stone, and its face was terrified. It was Mrs. Loris.

Filch stood in the middle and wailed sadly, and kept reprimanding Harry.

Harry's uneasy eyes swept across the faces of the crowd, and suddenly he seemed to see a familiar figure behind the crowd.

The panic in his heart was immediately diluted by joy, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"You are still laughing! You killed my cat, are you still laughing? Are you laughing at me?"

Filch suddenly became crazy, raising his hands to rush towards Harry.

"No, I don't..."

Harry waved his hands incoherently and stepped back.

Hermione and Ron, who stood beside him, also looked at him in disbelief, not understanding why he suddenly laughed.

Although Filch’s cat is dead, it’s very pleasing, but it depends on the occasion to laugh?

"No, you are, even if I die today, I have to keep you here!"

Filch's voice was like a bucket of fuel pouring on the surrounding flames, making the scene even more noisy.

"Filch!"

Dumbledore, like a well-trained firefighter, calmed down the violent fire around him.

"He, Harry..."

Filch wanted to say something more, but seeing Dumbledore waved to him, he closed his mouth and stood angrily to the side.

Dumbledore looked up a little, and lifted his hand to remove Mrs. Lorice from the torch holder.

"Shall we go to a quiet place and proceed with this matter?" Dumbledore glanced at Filch.

Filch nodded quickly.

"Well, please come with me, and Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

As soon as Dumbledore turned around, Lockhart took a step forward and began to sell his office.

After Dumbledore agreed, Rohalie's chest rose a little.

"Professor, can I go together?"

David pushed aside the crowd and walked to the front of the crowd.

At this time Hermione finally saw him, she was covering her mouth in disbelief, tears flickering in her eyes, and the punishment of David was wiped out by worry in so many days of waiting. clean.

After a while of surprise, Ron's face was also filled with smiles. He understood why Harry laughed just now. This was to make him laugh more when he saw him just now, and he would laugh more happily than Harry.

"You follow along too."

Dumbledore nodded and walked to the side of the corridor. Lockhart passed over the crowd with great air, and followed Dumbledore closely.

"Where have you been for so long?"

Hermione quietly moved to David's side, holding on to David's sleeve with one hand, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

"I have something to do, so it was delayed."

"What is so important that you can't reply to the letter?"

Hermione stared beautifully, her voice amplified a bit.

I really can’t reply. The point is that I haven’t received the letter you wrote...

David sighed, "I'll tell you later, I definitely didn't mean to not reply to your letter."

Hermione looked at David quietly for a moment, her little head nodded.

When he walked to Lockhart's office, David was immediately stunned by the photos everywhere.

Although he is not sure of Lockhart's teaching level now, one thing he can confirm is that this teacher is extremely narcissistic!

Dumbledore put Mrs. Loris on the table, and after careful observation, he came up with a conclusion: Filch's cat was not dead, but was petrified.

Lockhart, who was bragging on the side, stopped abruptly. After all, in his story, Mrs. Loris is now estimated to have soared with light.

But he quickly changed his mind. He said he could rescue Mrs. Loris, and he also described the spell he would use.

Others didn't have the time to pay attention to him. Filch was attacking Harry, and Harry was fighting back desperately.

Snape stood in a dark corner with a sneer on his face, not knowing what interesting things he was thinking about.

After Filch had finished venting, Snape's mouth moved, and he felt it was time for him to come.

So he interrupted the crowd aloud and made Harry speechless in a few words, and at the end, he also asked Harry to be disqualified from the Quidditch competition because Harry didn't tell the truth.

Harry wanted to slap Snape back loudly, but Snape's aggressive gaze made his mouth seem to be stuck with glue.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall justly rejected Snape. After all, if Harry were to leave, it would be a serious blow to the new Gryffindor Quidditch team.

This is absolutely unacceptable for a loyal Quidditch fan.

There was another quarrel on the scene for a while before Dumbledore came to an end slowly.

If Harry can't be proved guilty, then he is innocent, and he doesn't have to leave the Quidditch club.

As for Filch's cat, he can be rescued after Mrs. Sprout's mandela has matured.

When leaving Lockhart's office, Dumbledore suddenly stopped David and told him to wait a little longer.

David could only stay with Dumbledore in Hermione's unwilling gaze.

"Professor, do you have anything else?"

David asked after walking a short walk in the corridor with no one around.

"Nothing, just want to test what Newt taught you, how much you have learned."

Dumbledore took David back to the bottom of the line.

At this time David also understood Dumbledore's intentions. He searched the ground and found no suspicious signs. Someone cleaned the place very clean.

Then he used the Manifestation of Visibility, and all the people who had just been with them appeared on the scene, and no doubts were found.

"Professor, I think this man is very smart."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Then there is no way, we have to wait for him to reveal his flaws."

"What is the secret room? Whose heir is it?"

David looked at the scribbled handwriting on the wall carefully. He didn't remember the plot of the year very clearly. He only knew that there seemed to be a big monster in the secret room?

"A small place left by Salazar, but few people know where it is, and don't know what's in it. As for the heir? It should be his descendants or heirs." Dumbledore replied Tao.

"You don't know where the secret room is?"

"Of course, we've looked for it once before, but we didn't find it."

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

"Have you looked for it before? Have you opened the secret room before?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, I drove once a long time ago."

"Who opened it?" David asked curiously.

"I don't know, if we can know who opened it, we'll find the secret room. Let's go back, your friends are still waiting for you!"

Dumbledore blinked at David and turned him away.

Back in the familiar Gryffindor lounge, David saw Hermione sitting in front of the fireplace, and he walked quickly over.

"Where have you been, David? You want to kill us!"

Ron sat beside David and said loudly.

"I traveled to the United States for a while."

"Traveling?" Ron's eyes widened, and then he looked envious: "Traveling during class time? That's too comfortable, right? How do you convince your family, tell me, and I'll go back next day. My mother."

"Then you are very likely to be kicked out of the house the next day because your left foot stepped out of the bedroom."

After Hermione finished speaking, she pinched David's waist fiercely. She thought it was something important, but it turned out to be a tourist!

David gritted his teeth and endured it silently.

"That's also true." Ron fell a little bit, and soon became excited again: "But what if I succeed? That means I can not go to class for several months! David, tell me, I will ask again. Ask Fred and George, let me see if I can improve it."

Seeing Hermione's cannibalistic eyes, David decisively chose to change the subject: "What's the matter with that line? And why do you appear where?"

Harry looked around and found no one around, and then whispered: "I heard a strange voice. He said he was going to tear something. I followed that voice to the place and found the line."

"Strange sound? Did you all hear it?"

Hermione and Ron shook their heads slightly.

"I heard it in Lockhart's office last time, but he didn't hear it either, just stupidly asking me to write him a reply."

David heard a contempt for Lockhart in Harry's voice.

how? Lockhart and Harry have a conflict?

But now is obviously not the time to tangle this issue.

"You mean that only you can hear that voice?" David asked.

Harry nodded reluctantly: "This is not a good thing, is it?"

"Why do you think this way?"

David comforted: "Hearing voices that other people can't hear, it's just that you have a magical gift for language. For example, Professor Dumbledore can understand what a mermaid and a snake say, or someone can use a spell to make The sound only rang in your ears." "Can professors understand the language of mermaids and snakes?"

"Yes, and he learned it the day after tomorrow. Sometimes I have to admit that there is a big gap between people." David shrugged, and then asked a question he had just thought of: "You were in the castle recently. See any spiders fleeing in a group?"

"Spider? There are spiders in the castle?"

Ron hurriedly looked around, for fear that a spider would suddenly climb by his side.

Neville patted Ron on the arm and signaled that he didn't need to worry, if a spider came over, he would help him deal with it.

Isn't it?

Or did they not pay attention?

Originally, David thought it was a basilisk~www.ltnovel.com~ because he had read in the book that Salazar is a snake mouth guy, and the snake mouth guy is one of the few language talents that can be inherited.

Harry might be a snake-like voice, so he could hear Hermione's voice that they couldn't hear.

The most important thing is that the basilisk also has the ability to petrify creatures.

But now they seem to find no sign of the spider escaping. If there is a basilisk, it would be impossible for the spider to continue to stay in the castle safely.

"What's wrong? David, is there a problem with the spider?"

Hermione sensed the deep meaning of David's question.

David nodded: "If you see spiders fleeing in groups, you can tell me, maybe you can verify one of my conjectures."

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