"Including faculty and staff, this is already the third incident of hurting people," Mr. Rozier put his hand on his forehead, "The measures you set up before didn't work?"
Dumbledore sighed, "I was careless during this period. There have been no attacks for a long time, and many measures of Hogwarts' martial law have been relaxed."
Dumbledore not only serves as the principal of Hogwarts, he is also the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the rotating director of the Order of Merlin, and the chief mage of the British Wizengamot. The latter is just an honorary title - most of them
Under such circumstances, Dumbledore would not get involved in matters involving the British Ministry of Magic, otherwise the Minister of Magic would be even more wary of his existence.
Even so, Dumbledore is still like a trapeze artist, traveling around the world every day to attend a series of meetings. He never stops. Even if he is the most powerful wizard in the world, he only has 24 hours a day for Hogg.
Watts doesn't have much energy.
Mr. Selwyn still had a stern face, "Albus, this is your dereliction of duty."
"Don't be so serious," Lucius Malfoy said, "the students' injuries are not serious..."
"Fortunately," Mr. Selwyn snorted coldly. "Albus, if another student is injured, we will have to ask the Ministry of Magic to intervene, and then your position as Headmaster will be in doubt."
Dumbledore was silent for a long time, "Can the issue of closing the school be put on the table again?"
It's not that he doesn't have confidence in dealing with the Slytherin heir, but the bet is the lives of the students at Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't know how to bet and doesn't dare to bet. The safest way now is to close the school and let the students return home.
"Come on Albus," said the school director, Mr. Greengrass, who did not agree with this proposal, "not to mention that there are only three months left before the end of the school year. Let's talk about this school closure measure. If you close the school until 9
When school starts next month, will the man behind the scenes act again?"
"The top priority now is to find the murderer," Mr. Rozier agreed. After not seeing him for a few months, the dark circles under his eyes have become more serious and will soon evolve into pandas. "Closing the school will not solve the problem."
Several school directors demanded that the murderer be found as soon as possible while ensuring the safety of students. Dumbledore did not raise any objections. Before the negative impact has spread to the outside world, the sooner it is understood, the better.
Now the control measures on the Hogwarts campus have returned to their previous intensity. After class, professors must escort students to the door of the common room. Two or more people must go together when going out. Prefects and student union presidents have taken action.
Take good care of the younger students.
"The two injured students are both from Gryffindor," Eddie said in the common room, twirling his fingers. "Who has the worst relationship with Gryffindor on weekdays?"
"Slytherin!" Allen gave full play to his role of flattery.
"That's right!" Eddie snapped his fingers, "The heir of Slytherin is of course a Slytherin!"
Many students around him agreed deeply, and they went on to guess who the murderer who attacked his classmate was.
Haylis is staying in the self-study area to learn business management knowledge. During the Christmas holiday, she successfully passed the assessment of the Selwyns. This further strengthened the Selwyns' intention to appoint Haylis as the next head of the Selwyn family.
, she must study harder at this time to live up to her parents’ expectations.
Joel frowned and sat on the sofa. He was worried about the ownership of Riddle's diary. Now all kinds of evidence pointed to Lockhart. Lockhart was on the Hogwarts campus when every attack occurred, and there was no
One can make Lockhart's alibi.
Joel was lost in thought when a milky-white ghost suddenly appeared in his field of vision. She was very tall, visually measuring 1.75 meters - the height of the ghost in normal form was similar to that in life, and her face was noble and elegant. She was a Ravenclaw.
The Ghost of the Academy Ms. Grey.
Joel also knew her by her other, more famous name - Helena Ravenclaw.
Ms. Gray's eyes moved around the common room, watching the students' enthusiastic discussions. She was bored and sat on a sofa, staring straight at Ravenclaw in the middle of the common room, feeling uneasy.
Know what you are thinking.
"Ms. Grey?" Joel stepped forward.
Ms. Gray glanced at him and said nothing.
"I'm a third-year student..." Joel introduced himself.
"I know you." Ms. Gray glanced at his face again and said, her voice as clear as a spring, "Joel Taylor, Filius mentioned you to me, and I know your parents."
Ms. Gray actually took the initiative to provide topics, which surprised Joel. After living in Ravenclaw for three years, Joel knew how indifferent Ms. Gray was at ordinary times. She hardly interacted with her classmates unless she encountered a topic of great interest.
Ravenclaw students discuss exchanges.
Joel has never communicated with Ms. Gray before, and today is the first time.
Since Ms. Gray brought the topic, Joel would naturally not miss it, "Can you tell me about them? I have never met them..."
Ms. Gray's eyes often wandered on Joel's face. She was very lively and talked a lot today, "Your father is an out-and-out genius in the theory of magic. Some of his ideas are very advanced. I remember him talking about it when he was in school.
A new spell has been developed and it almost blew up the Ravenclaw common room."
"Your mother..." At this point, Ms. Gray paused slightly, "I can't evaluate her."
"What do you mean? I don't understand. Is she special?" Joel expressed doubts and curiosity in a timely manner. This kind of persuasive communication will make Ms. Gray as satisfied as possible and help the conversation continue.
Ms. Gray nodded, "Very special, or weird would be a more appropriate word to describe it."
"I don't have much contact with her, but there are always some weird words coming out of her mouth, such as hooks..." Ms. Gray murmured, "But this does not affect her popularity in school. Many boys
Everyone likes her..."
"Ms. Grey, I'm sorry to interrupt you." Joel's breath quickened when he heard the word "hook" from Ms. Gray's mouth. "Did you know that she is close to a Mr. Lovegood? He is also close.
Graduated from Ravenclaw."
"Lovegood?" Ms. Gray nodded, "It seems like we have a good relationship."
"I don't know the specifics. After all, I don't have much communication with the students." Ms. Gray raised her head slightly, looking arrogant and conceited.
"But you are willing to tell me this..." During the previous conversation, Ms. Gray peeked at his face more than once. Joel did not recommend sacrificing his beauty at this time. He tried to keep his posture as low as possible.
Said in a sincere tone.
"Of course it's because you have something special," Ms. Gray snorted rather arrogantly, looking at Joel's handsome face again, "You are very similar to a boy I met before..."
Joel's hair stood on end, "What aspect are you talking about? The facial features?"
He had suspected more than once that the father of the original owner of the body had been cuckolded by Voldemort. That scruffy man with a beard in his graduation photo could have such a handsome son?
Ms. Gray shook her head slightly, "It's something indescribable..."
She closed her mouth, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.
"You know about the secret room incident that has caused a lot of commotion recently, right?" Joel certainly wouldn't have blindly continued to ask. He started another topic. The students in the middle of the common room ended their discussion about the suspects and turned to playing games.
Wizard chess.
"...I don't know," Ms. Gray replied crisply, "Salazar Slytherin had already left the castle when I was born, and the Chamber of Secrets, if it existed, was built before then."
"But I heard that the secret room was opened 50 years ago?" Joel was not satisfied with the result, "A student died for this?"
"Yes, yes..." Ms. Gray was not very interested in this topic. She focused all her attention on Joel's face.
It seems that he is no worse than the child fifty years ago.
"Ravenclaws believe that seeing is believing," Ms. Gray explained. "They all say that the student was killed by the monster in the secret room. However, after searching for several months, no clues were found. In the end, they hurriedly
If you catch a person and fire him, in the end no one will ever see what the monster in the secret room looks like."
"Maybe it's just a stunt created by some people to cover up the fact of the murder." Ms. Gray dismissed it.
At this point in the conversation, Joel didn't think he could get any valuable information out of Ms. Gray. He saw that Haylis was already packing her backpack, so he took the initiative to say goodbye.
"If you encounter any problems that you don't understand in the future, such as spells, transformation... you can come to me," Ms. Gray said, "I know a lot."
In fact, she is an out-and-out face control. It is not that she is despicable and covets other people's bodies, but she can only be interested in talking when facing a beautiful face. Therefore, sometimes she can talk to herself in front of the mirror.
All day long.
Thanks to her beauty control, many students in history have received guidance from her, including but not limited to Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore. Even though they are now both noseless and bald, the other has a wrinkled face.
, I think back then it was considered to be in its prime, with jade trees approaching the wind.
Joel had no doubt about Ms. Gray's words. She had lived in Hogwarts for hundreds of years. As a pure descendant of Ravenclaw, she did not play around or feel sorry for herself like other ghosts.
She tirelessly acquires new knowledge, and who knows how much she knows.
"I will come often," Joel bowed slightly, "Thank you for your teaching tonight."
At the same time, Harry and Ron were also looking for news about the Slytherin heir. The two of them decided to go to the hospital wing to visit the petrified Hermione. At least, Madam Pomfrey finally agreed to let them in for a while.
Facing the two best friends at the bedside, Hermione lay on the bed without any reaction, Ron wiped the corners of his eyes, and there was Ginny Weasley lying on the bed next to her.
The injuries to his friend and sister changed Ron's temperament drastically. He used to be naughty and mischievous, but he took Harry to Mr. Weasley's modified car and flew to Hogwarts, facing each other on the Quidditch pitch.
A classmate cast a curse and almost caused a tragedy; now Ron is much calmer and knows that being reckless will not solve any problems and will only blind him.
"What is this?" Ron noticed that Hermione's hand was clenched unnaturally, and he noticed something was wrong through the gap, "Harry, please help me open Hermione's right hand."
Harry was confused, Ron blocked his view, and he couldn't see anything strange in Hermione's hands.
It took a lot of effort for the two of them to pry apart the fingers of the petrified Hermione one by one, revealing the white and small palms.
In addition to the marks left by the nails, there is an ink mark on the palm of the hand, which contains a single letter. The handwriting is sloppy and you can tell at a glance that it was written in a hurry.
Harry frowned, "Is that an S?"
The ink had been left on for a long time, and the ink had dried enough for Harry and Ron to distinguish it.
"Hermione must have done it intentionally," Ron was very sure, based on his in-depth understanding of Hermione. "She never wastes time doing stupid things - except for worshiping Lockhart, in my opinion this should be
The key message she left us should be related to the identity of the murderer."
"S?" Ron bit his finger, "Slytherin? What does this mean?"
Harry took a deep breath and an incredible thought flashed through his mind, "Could it be Snape?"
Ron's eyes also widened, and the wrinkles on his forehead were showing at such a young age, "No way? During the Duel Club, he specifically told Malfoy to attack you with a snake. Did he specifically force you to use Parseltongue? Let you bear it.
Everyone’s suspicion?”
Harry was stunned for a moment, "No, how did he know I knew Parseltongue?"
"Snape is the headmaster of Slytherin!" Ron naturally started to start a conspiracy theory and reasoned along this possibility, "He might know some crooked ways to know that you know Parseltongue!"
"I knew from the beginning that Snape, that old bat, was not a good person!"
The two of them thought about it carefully, and the more they thought about it, the more horrified they became.
If Joel had to admire their brainstorming ability here, it was also fortunate that Snape was standing outside the hospital wing and did not come in. If he heard that he was slandered in this way, he would probably be so angry that he would give Ron a slap in the face.
The edge is shadowless.
He naturally knew that Harry could speak Parseltongue. He had been secretly observing Harry over the years. Before school started, Harry followed Petunia and her family to the London Zoo. Naturally, Snape could not escape Snape's use of Parseltongue to communicate with a python.
Eye.
Ron and Harry's criminal reasoning seemed to have reached a dead end. After asking around, the two of them learned that Snape and Flitwick were attending the Merlin Award Ceremony in Stockholm that night when Ginny was injured, and there was no time to commit the crime.
But soon, they made a new discovery, and one of the participants was Ron's old acquaintance, Joel Taylor.