some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 270 Dead people are more likely to breed fear

Chapter 270 Dead people are more likely to breed fear

Facing Dumbledore's probing gaze, Harry quickly said:

"Ron was taken away by Filch before the dinner party."

"Lock him immediately."

Dumbledore looked at William, and seemed to be asking about the Gothe map with an intelligent voice.

William pulled a Hogwarts map from his ring.

Lockhart poked his head over, but William blocked it slightly, refusing to let him watch.

It is densely packed with the names of the students, and there are various secret passages, which are completely different from the ones he sells at school, so how can they be shown to Lockhart.

"He's still in Filch's office." William glanced at the map. "alone."

"Professor McGonagall, please help me bring Mr. Weasley, I need to ask him something."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left the school hospital.

"Madame Pomfrey, can you help me get some potions? I think Mr. Filch will wake up soon, and I think he needs to replenish some energy." Dumbledore continued to order.

Madam Pomfrey turned and walked towards a room.

"Harry, you haven't had dinner yet?" Dumbledore asked concerned. "How about some fruit pie?"

Harry wanted to say he had no appetite, but his stomach growled.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a fruit pie and a cup of hot milk appeared on the table not far away.

Well... I'm really hungry, so Harry can eat something if he can't.

Harry is now waiting for Filch to wake up, to restore his innocence, and then to slap Lockhart and Snape who doubted him.

If there is no attack, there is no attack, everyone can't wrong the honest people!

Harry had never wanted to hear Filch more eagerly.

Snape walked over to Filch's side.

William also stepped forward, "Principal, if you don't mind..."

"Of course." Dumbledore turned slightly sideways.

Snape snorted and made room for William.

William did not examine Filch's wounds, which he had done when he found Filch.

He collected the coagulated blood clots on Filch's body in a test tube, and prepared to go back and study it.

Filch's chest had been fatally wounded, but the bleeding stopped unexpectedly... There was a special substance to help stop the bleeding.

Most importantly, those blood clots are all stoned... This characteristic is too rare.

As a master of potions, William needs to go back and research to analyze what substance is causing it.

Snape obviously thought so too, moving faster than William.

People, as long as you stick to the character of a house, it doesn't matter if it's a fat house or a technology house, it's scary.

In the distance, footsteps sounded.

Ron was brought by Professor McGonagall. He was dirty and had a strong smell of mud.

"What happened, Headmaster?" Ron was a little scared, showing a confused look.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Dumbledore looked at him and asked gently.

"I fell into the Black Lake."

"How did you fall into the Black Lake?"

"William and the others caught a mermaid last year, and I want to catch one too, and give it to Harry as a Halloween present." Ron quickly explained.

The words fell into Harry's ears, and he felt a warm current pouring into his body, from the outside to the inside, making him excited and about to scream...

Sure enough, Ron was his best buddy!

Harry suddenly felt that the pure milk in his mouth was not so pure.

He took a bite of the fruit tart and sighed slightly.

For some reason, the two of them hadn't whispered in the same bed for a long time, and Harry thought tonight was a good chance.

Ron didn't know that Harry planned to sleep with him tonight, so he continued: "I stepped on the mud, slipped on the sole of my foot, and fell into the black lake.

Then, I went back to the castle and was caught by Filch.

He said I had stained the floor and told me to go to his office, which I did. "

"Next, why did Mr. Filch leave the office?" Dumbledore asked.

"There was a bad smell outside. He said it was Peeves' prank, so he rushed out with a broom and asked me to stay in the office...By the way, what's wrong with Mr. Filch?"

"He was attacked."

"Who attacked?" Ron's face turned pale.

No one answered him.

Professor Snape glanced at Ron maliciously, and asked, "You've been in Filch's office for so long, won't you leave if he doesn't come back?

I don't think Weasleys are that honest. "

"I was asleep!" said Ron angrily.

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "Mr. Weasley did fall asleep on the table when I went."

"You don't suspect me, do you?" Ron growled, "Why did I attack Filch, just because I was in his office when he had an accident?!"

At this time, a cough came from the hospital bed.

Filch finally woke up.

Madam Pomfrey quickly poured the potion for him.

Filch drank the potion like a puppet.

"Filch, who attacked you?" Lockhart approached enthusiastically and asked.

Filch looked dazed, as if he was thinking about how to… speak.

"Who is it, Argus?" Dumbledore asked again.

Filch stiffly straightened his upper body, turning his head mechanically, like a zombie.

His eyes slid across Ron, paused for a moment, then turned abruptly to... Harry!

Filch's lips moved slightly, and the voice seemed to be forced out of his throat.

"Harry Potter!"

Filch's voice was low, echoing in the candlelit room.

Everyone was silent.

Harry even spat out the milk in astonishment.

The person was stolen and identified by the victim... At that moment, Harry almost believed it.

"Could it be that I have schizophrenia, is it caused by the second personality?!"

If William knew what Harry was thinking, he would probably sneer.

"Son, don't call yourself mentally ill as soon as something happens. This excuse is not easy to use in the magic world."

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Principal's office,

Dumbledore sat down in the chair, his flowing silver-white hair and beard gleaming in the candlelight.

His two slender fingertips touched together, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon-shaped lenses, as if lost in thought.

William sat across from him and was also meditating, but he was thinking about it and almost fell asleep.

William shook his head and asked:

"Professor, didn't you guess that the monster in the chamber is a basilisk?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Last semester, I killed the basilisk. Could there be other monsters in the secret room?" William asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore's face was extremely serious.

"William, the basilisk was never important, Slytherin left that room for nearly a thousand years, and the basilisk never took the initiative to attack the students.

I don't want to say it's harmless, but I must point out, does it really matter if there's a Basilisk, or a Chamber of Secrets?

Danger never comes from basilisks, but people! "

William nodded in conviction, pondered for a moment, and said, "What do you think of what happened tonight, who is lying?"

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked back.

"Ron's explanation is reasonable, but Filch and Harry are very strange."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Harry appeared where he shouldn't be, and Filch identified people who shouldn't be identified."

"Filch is behaving strangely, could it be that he has been hit by the Imperius Curse?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not the Imperius Curse...I can't say now, but I have seen similar things before, and I need to investigate."

William nodded slightly.

Dumbledore is old and smart, and has seen everything.

"Professor, I still have a little bit of confusion, and I need your clarification."

"The other party left a message that the secret room was opened, obviously to spread fear, telling us ... the attack has begun, the game has begun.

Then,

Why didn't he kill Filch?

dead,

It's not better than a living person,

Is it easier to breed fear? "

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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.

Thanks to the big guy "The name was eaten by the devouring beast" for the reward. )

(End of this chapter)