Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

On the second floor of the castle, several professors gathered at the door of the boys' bathroom.

This is where the attack took place, and there were three victims.

To be more precise, there are two people and one ghost.

Professor McGonagall staggered a little when walking, and reluctantly brought Snape and Gilderoy Lockhart to Dumbledore.

Malfoy's two followers - Mindless and Unhappy - lay on the cold ground, their bodies stiff, no different from the victims of the previous attack.

The one that attracts the most attention is Bloody Balor.

The resident ghost of Slytherin floats in mid-air, erratic like a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow him away. Silver smoke is still evaporating from his body, which is very thin, but still exists.

"Barrow...is he dead?" Lockhart asked in surprise.

"Ghosts are not alive in the first place."

Snape gave him a disgusted look, but there was no longer the hostility of the past few days, and his suspicion of Lockhart had obviously been lifted.

Before the attack, he had been following Lockhart's movements.

After class, I went to the auditorium to eat. After dinner, I returned to the office. After only ten minutes, I changed my clothes and came out.

At that time, the three victims were not attacked.

"Oh, I mean, it's a more complete death." Lockhart blushed and circled around the three victims. He also took out his wand and waved it from time to time, mumbling something.

"I think I've discovered something." Lockhart said suddenly.

There was no reaction from any of the deans. Only Dumbledore said softly: "Tell me, Gilderoy, we need your intelligence."

"Look at their expressions." Lockhart pointed at the three of them.

Several professors and Dumbledore all looked over, and they really noticed the difference.

Flitwick exclaimed: "Crabbe and Goyle are so calm, completely different from Smith!"

"That's right." Lockhart said proudly: "That's the difference."

"It would make sense that neither of them saw the attacker, but only Barrow did."

Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart who was talking in surprise.

For the first time, I discovered that this person had a brain besides showing off and bragging.

Perhaps it was to prove his innocence that he worked so hard.

To her, and everyone else's, surprise was still behind.

After analyzing a large number of things, Lockhart suddenly said: "I suspect that the attacker is not a human at all, and is probably a ferocious beast!"

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore asked.

"Let's bring it into the perspective of Victim 143." Lockhart is suddenly possessed by the detective.

"If the attacker were a student or a professor, would you have a frightened or shocked expression?"

Snape pinched his chin, thoughtfully: "You mean... they saw something that shouldn't be in the castle, that's why they looked like this."

"That's right, Severus." Lockhart patted his shoulder happily: "You have learned to answer quickly.

Snape's face was as stinky as the mud in a black lake, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"So the legacy of Slytherin is a monster?" Flitwick murmured: "This is a secret chamber built thousands of years ago. What animal can survive to this day?"

"Maybe it has nothing to do with the secret room." McGonagall suggested a guess, "It's just that someone is using this name to cause trouble and interfere with our judgment.

Several professors spoke to each other and put forward their own ideas and judgments.

Dumbledore and Lockhart fell silent instead.

Dumbledore was deep in thought, but Lockhart was feeling complacent in his heart.

His behavior just now was undoubtedly self-destructive and provided several extremely important clues.

Why do you do that?

These are all suggestions given by the diary.

Only by getting inside and gaining enough trust is the safe choice.

The more you cover it up, the more likely it is that mistakes will occur.

As a writer, Lockhart doesn't understand magic or magical animals, but he understands the drama of writing.

If everything that is happening now is regarded as a detective novel, then his behavior can be summarized in one sentence.

"Turn the book to the beginning. Now, let's take a look at the murderer's first point of view."

He knew only too well what evidence seemed useful but actually meant nothing.

After discussing for a while, as he expected, every professor felt that they had grasped something, but they couldn't explain it and became a little irritable.

"Okay." Dumbledore stood up, causing several people to stop temporarily.

"Filius, please send the person to the school infirmary. Minerva, the management here at the school will be stricter. Crabbe and Goyle just didn't obey the order and sneaked out."

"I see."

"Pomona." Dumbledore looked at Professor Sprout: "How is the situation with the mandrake?"

"It's growing very well." Sprout smiled: "In another month, change the pot for the last time, and then wait another month (cce) for it to mature.

"That's good." Dumbledore nodded: "You must protect the mandrake."

Sprout nodded calmly: "Don't worry, if anyone wants to break into the greenhouse where mandrake is grown, there is no need to send them to St. Mungo's."

Lockhart's heart trembled when he heard this.

No one could know how terrifying the trap carefully laid by the Herbalism Professor would be.

If Shi broke in, he probably wouldn't even be able to see the Mandrake, and would have to kneel down directly.

You must end your plan before the mandrake matures.

Lockhart made up his mind.

The next day, the professors began a thorough inspection of the school. While searching for the existence of secret rooms, they also searched for secret passages that would put students in danger.

This was destined to be a huge project, so in order to make the students more peaceful, Professor McGonagall issued the strictest discipline after breakfast before going to class.

"Everyone, except during class time and meals, must stay in the lounge and is not allowed to come out."

"If someone breaks the rules and is caught by me, all points from his college will be deducted!"

"That's not fair." A Ravenclaw muttered in a low voice, "Just those few points from Gryffindor, what's the difference between deducting them and not deducting them?"

Professor McGonagall covered his chest. Flitwick glared at the little wizard who just complained, and quickly handed McGonagall a pill.

"Eat quickly Minerva, this is what Poppy just asked me to bring here.

"Thank you, Filius."

McGonagall took the medicine and felt much better.

"Now that I've said that." McGonagall forced a smile.

"Then...if any house violates discipline, not only will all the points be deducted, but the house's Quidditch match this year will also be directly forfeited!"

Wow!

Wayne could already see the cannibalistic looks in the eyes of several Quidditch captains.

Especially Wood, he stared at the twins fiercely, and did not withdraw his fierce gaze until the two nodded repeatedly.

For this piece of wood (Wood's name has the same pronunciation as wood), he doesn't care about the house points, but the Quidditch Cup is his lifeblood!

Gryffindor defeated Slytherin in the first game of the year, already taking on a formidable opponent.

If they defeat Hufflepuff in the second game in March, there will be basically no suspense about the championship.

It can be said that this year is the most promising year for Gryffindor.

Seeing the performance of these Quidditch captains, McGonagall was satisfied and asked the little wizards to leave the auditorium and go to class.

At noon, Crabbe and Goyle's father came to the school, took their children away, and prepared to go to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic for treatment.

Before leaving, they were as angry as Smith's father and wanted to report Dumbledore's inaction to the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, the Ministry of Magic has now received calm early in the morning.

But there is no solution.

Fudge still preferred that Dumbledore could handle the problem quickly, and then he would come out and say a few nice words, and the matter would be over.

But when Slytherin's purebloods were also attacked, the development of thunder was out of his control.

According to rumors, the Ministry of Magic wanted to send an Auror investigation team, but Dumbledore firmly refused.

Due to his prestige, the Ministry of Magic can only wait and see.

But the murderer was not found for a day, and the pressure was always there.

If there was another attack... the situation would really be out of control, and Dumbledore would definitely pay the price.

Professor McGonagall remained calm on the outside, but he was already restless in his heart.

During the Transfiguration class, she kept a straight face and her tone was extremely stern. Faced with Professor McGonagall like this, even Wayne didn't dare to stab him and finished the class honestly.

We went to the auditorium for dinner together again, and the topic had turned to Lockhart's wonderful performance last night.

His analysis made many young Ravenclaw wizards finally willing to admit that this person graduated from Ravenclaw.

"Very powerful observation ability, no wonder he can do so many incredible things, he is just like Sherlock Holmes." A young wizard born as a Muggle said excitedly.

"Who is Sherlock Holmes?"

"A very powerful detective, a character created by Conan Doyle."

"Who is Conan Doyle?"

.....Forget it, it's not important, you just need to know that Lockhart's reasoning is very powerful. "

In short, Lockhart has regained a lot of popularity for himself in this wave.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone became more enthusiastic and asked him to analyze more and try to find the murderer as soon as possible.

And because of Professor McGonagall's severe punishment, in order to prevent themselves from becoming the target of public criticism, several little girls did not dare to quietly come out to find Wayne at night.

Only Astoria's situation was special. After explaining it to Dumbledore, Wayne picked her up and treated her once.

When Saturday came, the original Hogsmeade visit day was naturally cancelled.

With nothing to do, everyone could only play cards and chat in the lounge.

Wayne asked Gardevoir to take Qiu to the Room of Requirement.

"We have to hurry," Autumn said. "Marietta is covering for me, but she has to be in the dormitory before supper.

"Don't worry, there's enough time."

Wayne said as he walked around in front of the Room of Requirement a few times. The door appeared and opened. It was not a room inside, but a deep tunnel.

In fact, they could have asked Gardevoir or Phoenix King to apparate out directly, and taking the tunnel was just to satisfy Qiu's curiosity.

This secret passage leads directly to the Pig's Head Bar, and it has a special feature.

The secret passage can only be opened from this end of the Room of Requirement, but not the other side.

The appearance of the two also startled Aberforth.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm jealous of your skills. Let's take care of some things." Wayne stretched out his hand, pulled Qiu out, and then urged.

"Three crispy elbows, three cod steaks, and two butterbeers and a glass of rum, please hurry up.

"I have

Already eaten. "Aberforth said blankly. It was already past dinner time. Wayne and Qiu both deliberately didn't eat at noon and kept it until now.

"Who told me to order for you? Customers will be coming soon." Wayne looked at him speechlessly.

"You boy."

Aberforth was very angry, but he still walked to the kitchen behind the bar and started preparing food.

"The current situation at Hogwarts is that visiting days have been cancelled. You guys came here secretly, right?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Albus?"

"If anyone said this, I would be scared for a few tenths of a second, but what you said is really not a deterrent.

Aberforth sneered twice and did not refute.

Wayne took Qiu and sat on the bar, which could see the kitchen, but before sitting down, he used several different cleaning spells in succession.

Hogsmeade is very deserted without students.

At this time in the past, with the sound insulation effect of the Pig Head Bar, you could still hear the noise on the main road, but today it was eerily silent.

Halfway through the meal, Aberforth suddenly asked: "You said you were waiting for a friend, who is coming over?"

"If it's someone I hate, I won't receive it."

"Don't worry, you are considered old acquaintances." Wayne replied.

Aberforth said oh and probably guessed a few candidates.

Not long after, the food was brought out. Smelling the aroma in the air, Wayne and Qiu moved their fingers.

It just so happened that at this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open.

An old man carrying a suitcase walked in. Aberforth looked at him and shouted with some uncertainty.

"Scamander?"

A smile appeared on the old man's face: "Aberforth, I didn't expect you to recognize me. It's been so long."

"Senior, come on, the food has just been prepared and served." Wayne waved to Newt.

Qiu had already stood up nervously, "Hello, Mr. Scamander, I am Qiu Zhang, a third-year Ravenclaw student."

This is not only because of meeting the legendary figure, but also because Qiu knows the relationship between Wayne and Newt.

So she always feels like meeting her parents.

"Hello." Newt smiled gently, "Wayne often mentions you to me and praises you as a good girl. You can just call me Newt.

It is really not easy for Newt to say such a long paragraph at once.

Wayne was also impressed by him. He still remembered that when the two met for the first time, he hid for a long time before daring to show his face.

Qiu sat back down a little awkwardly, and Newt came to the other side of Wayne. Seeing the familiar paste, he couldn't wait to take a sip, and then nodded.

"It's still the same as before, Aberforth, your craftsmanship has not deteriorated."

"Of course." Aberforth was also very happy to meet old friends. He took out a bottle of wine and sat at the bar.

"Are Tina and Jacob okay?"

"Tina is currently providing preschool education to Rolf, and Jacob and Bonnie are traveling around the world. They are all doing well."

“That’s fine, we can come together when we have time, we won’t charge you money.

"That would be great."

A few people were chatting while eating, but mostly Newt and Aberforth were reminiscing about old times.

After finishing the meal, Newt put the box on the table and said jokingly:

"You have remembered Tuantuan, take it away quickly, otherwise I will be destitute.

He came here today to return the iron-eating beast to Wayne. .