Even if the live spot map is limited to the Hogwarts Magic School, it is not omniscient, because its effect depends on the knowledge and insight of its creators. Only the secret passages and secret rooms explored by the creators themselves will be drawn on the map and displayed.

However, the existence of the secret room has always been just a rumor. Except for fifty years ago, it was probably only this time that someone found and successfully opened. In addition, even the makers of the live spot map probably did not successfully find the secret room.

Therefore, it is impossible to rely on the map of living spots to find a secret room, because that is the so-called [place that does not exist]. Well, of course, it is still different from Avalon. It is just a place that does not exist on the map, not a conceptual place far away from the world.

And it is precisely because of the existence of this secret room that Pei Chen finally reminded the mysteriously disappeared Batty Crouch.

I think that guy is probably the culprit of the release of the snake monster, and only he has been hiding in the secret room can escape the surveillance of the Living Spot Map.

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For several days, the students didn't talk about anything else, but they were talking about Professor Gidro Lohart's attack all day long. No matter who it was, they seemed to have seen the entire crime process with their own eyes. Everyone said it was vivid and vivid, with the outline flowing and meticulous details. At least twenty versions of "The Attack of Gidro Lohart" were spreading around the castle, and rumors were flying everywhere.

This made Pei Chen feel excited after hearing this, and even deliberately found a small notebook and recorded the stories of each version of the story he heard in detail. He planned to give him this small notebook as material after Gidro Lohart recovered to see if he would add a bestseller or something to the other party's "Gidro Lohart Series" series.

For example, the title of "Gidro Lohart and the Chamber of Secrets" is very interesting, and it will definitely be sold well at home and abroad, and is well-known in the magic world!

But the professors have no choice but to do this. They can't order students to not allow them to discuss such issues, right? You should know that people are rebellious. The more they don't let them do things, the more they have to do. They coax them and retreat, and bitches are pretentious.

If they really want to forbidden to discuss such a thing, the only result may be that when I woke up the next day, I found that more than a dozen updated versions of the "truth" appeared, and it is very likely that I was also arranged to make a guest appearance in it...

And they also have their own things that need headaches.

The same is true for Dumbledore, for example - who will be arranged to continue teaching the Dark Magic Defense?

The record of Kneeling in just over a week set by Gidro Lohart obviously scared most of the excellent wizards who were interested in the position. Those who were not afraid of death seemed to have died, and those who were not dead also had some surprises. However, it obviously took a long time for the maturity of Mandela to mature, and at least at the end of the school year, he had no chance to wake up.

But the course cannot be stopped, and there is still a full semester left. Do students really have to waste half a year of not learning the black magic defense? Although Dumbledore felt that they could not learn anything at all, their attitude and position really need to be expressed. If he really wanted to stop that course, he would not say anything else, the Ministry of Magic would disagree first.

Dumbledore was pacing back and forth in the office, frowning.

I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly stopped and the expression on his face stretched out, as if he had thought of a solution.

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"It's really troublesome. I'm going to ask me to kill Batty Crouch and the strange snake, and I'm going to kill him together. Is it necessary to have such a careful net?"

Pei Chen muttered dissatisfiedly, and looked out the window at the same time. Christmas is coming, and it is already mid-December. Hogwarts School woke up from her dream and found that it was covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice. Several owls flew through the wind and snow sky to deliver emails. After going through a lot of hardships, they had to recover their strength under the care of Hagrid before they could continue to take off.

Everyone couldn't wait to see the holiday, even Pei Chen was.

Although the public lounges and auditoriums of each courtyard were burning with raging fire, the corridors with wind of the hall became biting cold, and the window glass of the classroom was also buzzing by the bitter cold wind. The beauties of a few who had hoped to wear less clothes to show off their figure, now one or two of them wrapped themselves tightly and extremely bloated.

"It's Christmas... It's a pity that I really didn't feel any festive atmosphere at all!" Pei Chen knocked on his forehead and hesitated for a while, not sure if he wanted to prepare a Christmas gift, because even he wasn't sure who had a better relationship with him and could give each other gifts.

If you give it to someone but others don’t give it back, wouldn’t it be very shameless?!

"Hermione is counted as one...Harry and Ron can barely count two, but there are risks...Qiu Zhang's words should be counted as well...Dumbledore is undoubtedly one. No matter how much the old fox doesn't like you, at least he will make enough etiquette on the surface..."

Slowly, he pointed his fingers and counted the number of gifts he needed to prepare. Pei Chen's face was thrust and he felt upset. This kind of thing that was basically not very sure was the most troublesome. Who knows which one was my friend?

"Oh, forget it, prepare one for it!"

When he sighed and stood up, preparing to close the window so that the cold wind would not flow backwards, he found that something seemed to have happened downstairs?

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To be honest, Harry really doesn't want to go back to Ligust by Christmas.

Last week, when Professor McGonagall came to register for the list of students who stayed for the holidays, Harry almost immediately signed the phone. He didn't feel sad for himself at all, because it was probably the best Christmas he had in his life.

Even Ron and his two twin brothers were about to stay because the Weasleys were going to visit Charlie in Romania and had no time to take care of them at home.

But this does not mean that he will endure Malfoy's mockery, which makes him very annoyed. However, because he was taking potions, Harry could only ignore them, and it was impossible for any conflict to happen. Having to teach in an underground classroom under such temperatures is a torture, and with Snape's words, he could not imagine that kind of situation.

So after taking Potion class, Harry left the underground classroom as quickly as possible, but before he could go out, they found that the corridor in front was blocked tightly by a large fir tree.

Seeing the two big feet stretching out from under the tree, and hearing the loud whimpering sound, they knew that behind the tree must be a sea trench.

"Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?" Ron asked, stretching his head through the branches.

"No, I can do it, thank you, Ron." Haegel replied in a muffled voice, stretching out his big, messy head from behind the tree. "But if you can, can you help me bring the new professor to the principal's office? I can't walk away now..."

The new professor? The few people were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that from the night when Quirrell died, it was not a month before they had changed two professors in a row! This was really a terrible thing.

Perhaps remembering the unfortunate experience of the beloved Professor Lohart, the little girl Hermione's eyes turned slightly red and became depressed. However, Harry and Ron looked at each other, their eyes full of pity for the new professor. In their opinion, this professor was almost destined to encounter misfortune, but time was uncertain.

"Okay, Hagrid, we're happy to help you, but where is the new professor?" Harry said cheerfully.

"Oh, thank you very much, Harry." Hagrid said quickly, "He was waiting at the platform outside the school castle. To be honest, I didn't expect him to come so quickly... You just need to go and see him bring him in..."

As he said that, Hagrid smiled bitterly for some reason and said, "Harry, you should know that the dementors entered Hogwarts. These ghosts guarded all the channels of the school. Even Floor Network was temporarily suspended by the Ministry of Magic, just to catch Sirius Black's miscellaneous..."

Harry noticed that for some reason, when Hagrid spoke of "Sirius Black", not only had a ferocious face, but also gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow the owner of the name alive. He felt a little moved in his heart, remembering what Professor Lyle said to him. Could it be that it really has something to do with him?

"...No outsiders are allowed to come in without the guarantee of the school staff, and so are they going out. I should have brought the new professor to my hut first, but you also know that I have Noble in my house - Oh, you don't know yet, it's the name of that little guy, I decided to come down last night. Noble can't let others know, so I can only ask you."

"Okay, Hagrid, I'll help you." Harry nodded and agreed, but after thinking of those dementors, his face turned pale. He really didn't understand. Even if he remembered it now, he still felt weak and could not help but tremble slightly, as if he had just recovered from a severe flu.

Everyone else is fine, how could he be so scared?

Also, what was the screaming in the fog? It was vaguely, Harry always felt that it was very, very important information to him.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Hagrid and asked a question: "By the way, Hagrid, what's the name of the new professor?"

"...He called him, his name...Remus John Lupin - Professor Lupin, you can just call him like that after you see him." Hager's skin twitched slightly, as if he had thought of something sad or touched some emotion. Harry saw a clear look of sorrow and memorial in his big black eyes, "Harry, do you understand?"

"Why?"

"Because... he is your father's good friend. He is as close as a brother." Haeger opened his mouth and finally said this.

"What?" Harry was shocked, his father's good friend. Then he remembered that he seemed to have never known much about his parents.

Originally, Harry wanted to ask questions, but Hagrid obviously didn't want to say more. Moreover, there were many students who had finished class gathering in the corridor, and the aisle became crowded, so the three of them couldn't keep blocking here.
Chapter completed!