Hogwarts: The Book of Magic

Chapter 125
"Damn it, you actually killed it." Filch's screams sounded in the silent corridor, he savagely pushed away the little wizard who was blocking him, and rushed to Harry, clutching Harry tightly wrist.

"Come on, let's go to Dumbledore, I must ask for an explanation." Filch's face was full of tears and snot, but he ignored them at this time, and kept pulling Harry, trying to take him away. Go to the principal's office.

"No, no, I didn't, it was like this when I came here." Harry began to protest, it would be impossible to justify such a confession in front of so many people.Besides, it wasn't his own doing.

"Don't quibble, except for you, I can't think of anyone else who would be so cruel. I don't want to hear your sophistry, everything will come to light in front of Dumbledore."

At this time, Filch had been dazzled by Mrs. Norris' "death", and he didn't listen to anyone. He just wanted to catch the "murderer" who had been at the scene of the crime before Dumbledore, and let him Take the trial well.

The little wizards also started chattering and chatting. One person's voice might be very low, but when the voices of so many little wizards add up, the whole corridor becomes "buzzing".

"Please be quiet!" Dumbledore's voice floated in the corridor, easily suppressing the voices of the little wizards.

After dinner, he was going back to the principal's office for a cup of black tea, but when he walked out of the dining room, he saw the little wizards standing still and talking about something.

Out of curiosity, he walked this way, but heard discussions about Harry Potter killing Filch's cat.

"Filch, please calm down first." Looking at Filch in a panic, Dumbledore comforted him.

"Mr. Headmaster, he... he killed my cat." Filch said viciously, pulling Harry to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore frowned, displeased at Filch's rough actions.Then, he looked at the little wizards around him.

"Filch, come with me, and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore stepped forward, took Mrs. Norris off the wall, and said to Harry.

"Okay, the prefect immediately take the students back to the dormitory." Dumbledore ordered again.

"Slytherin, follow me this way."

"Gryffindor, over here."

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For a moment, the prefects of the four colleges shouted and gathered the students of their own colleges.

"Damn it, if you hadn't taken a divination class, I would have doubted whether you could do it." Kex looked at Rin strangely, his tone full of curiosity.

Lean smiled mysteriously, but did not answer Kex.

"I'm already tired enough practicing magic. After a festival, I can't let me take a good rest. What a pain." Kex complained.

"By the way, do you think Mr. Potter did it?" Kex asked in a low voice.

But it was all right if he didn't ask quietly, because all the little wizards were talking about it now.

"Impossible. Although Mrs. Norris seems to be dead, she is not. It is just petrified. This requires extremely powerful black magic power. Although Mr. Potter is the savior, with all due respect, his strength is not enough. Up to par." Ryan shrugged.

"Then what do you think caused it?"

"Basilisk." Lean decided to give Dumbledore some hints.

"How do you know?" Hearing Lean's firm answer, Kex was a little puzzled, "Basilisks are magical creatures that are forbidden to be kept, and this is Hogwarts. I absolutely don't believe that Professor Dumbledore allowed a Such powerful and dangerous magical creatures operate within Hogwarts."

"Kiss, this is a castle that has been passed down for thousands of years, and Professor Dumbledore has not even taken over the position of headmaster for 100 years."

Kex nodded, taking Lien's words to heart, but he didn't fully believe it.

As the leader of an organization, it is unqualified to believe what others say, even if the opponent is a powerful wizard.

However, Lean was too young and didn't have much reputation. If Dumbledore said it was a basilisk right now, Kex would definitely believe it.

Lean looked at Kex, and he also noticed this situation.But he doesn't care, isn't it just to gain reputation, isn't it easy?

When Voldemort is about to return, there are not too many ways to gain reputation.

While Lean was talking with Kex, the team arrived in front of the Slytherin lounge.After the leading prefect spoke the password, everyone filed into the Slytherin lounge.

The freshmen got their wish and saw some fun at the Halloween dinner, which is now gathered to discuss.And Malfoy also told about the experience of the troll last year.

Some of the old students were also discussing in the common room, and some returned to the dormitory, but Lean believed that they must also be discussing this topic.

After all, it was Mr. Savior who killed Filch's cat, and the little Slytherin wizards didn't like it either way.

But now that the enemy is in bad luck, when will he be happy when he is unhappy?
After arriving at his dormitory, Rian took out the meat he had previously cut from the basilisk.

He wanted to study this piece of snake meat to see if he could find a way to track it.

It is not a wise choice to put your own destiny in the hands of others.If possible, Lean would rather kill the basilisk now.

But what's strange is that no matter how much Lean traced it, he couldn't sense the slightest breath about the basilisk.

"It's impossible." Lean was a little discouraged. He used tracking spells, guiding spells, and scent-enhancing spells, and even drank a little Blessing Elixir, but without exception, all of them failed.

"Is this the power of fate? Or is it that Salazar Slytherin's magic is too strong? Or is there some kind of spell cast on that chamber?"

Ryan frowned, sitting on a chair and thinking.

"Then we can only strengthen the defense first." Li En did as soon as he thought of it, and began to make defensive alchemy items.

At least Hermione needs to be well protected, and Kex, Beaver, and Juana also need one or two, after all, they are already friends recognized by Lean.

"Coo coo coo." A cry of owls interrupted the work in Lien's hands, but fortunately, no irreversible damage was caused.

"Pais? Is there any letter for me?" With that said, Lean took a note from Pais' mouth.

It was written by Hermione, and the two of them often used Pais to pass small notes, which gave Lean a touch of high school.

(End of this chapter)