Hogwarts: The Book of Magic

Chapter 130 A farce

After hearing this, Lean couldn't help feeling depressed. Why is Voldemort always making trouble for him? Isn't it good to go to the savior honestly and have fun together?

"But I think there is a high probability that we won't be able to find it." Kex took a sip of milk and said, "If it was so easy to find out, then Slytherin wouldn't be able to create Gryffindor with the rest of the Big Three." gone."

"After all, that's the descendant of Slytherin." Kex lowered his voice and said this to Lean.

"And there's another question that everyone hasn't figured out." Beaver sat across from Kex, "Why does that little lion go to the basement at night?"

"All the little wizards are discussing this issue. There are different opinions, and no one agrees with the other." Biver shook his head. Now he can't understand Hogwarts more and more. Is it dangerous?
"Actually, I'm also curious. It was already midnight, why would a Gryffindor run to the door of Slytherin?" Kex said while biting the bacon.

"Maybe..." Before Kes finished speaking, he found that the whole restaurant became silent instantly, and Kes swallowed what he hadn't said yet.

The little wizards in the restaurant all looked towards the door at this moment.

Principal Dumbledore opened the door and walked in, followed by Snape with a stinking face, then Professor McGonagall who was frowning, then Professor Flitwick, then Professor Sprout, and finally It was a smiling Lockhart and an excited Filch.

Several professors passed through the crowd and sat on the faculty seats.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you for a few minutes." Dumbledore sat down and stood up again, "According to the request of Mr. Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, we need to conduct an identification on everyone. I believe everyone will I know what happened last night, so please cooperate."

Dumbledore's words revealed too much helplessness and sadness.

In fact, if Filch hadn't gone to the headmaster's office early this morning to make a scene, Dumbledore wouldn't be in the dining room right now.He prefers to investigate secretly. Isn't it a reminder to the black hands behind him with such a big fanfare?

However, Filch's trouble was indeed a bit big, and in the end Dumbledore had to agree to his request out of reasons to appease Filch.

However, you can also take the opportunity to let the opponent show his feet.Sitting on a chair, Dumbledore thought while looking at the shocked little wizards below.

One after another, the young wizards walked to the teaching bench to be questioned by the professors, and then turned around in front of Filch to let him identify whether it was the man in black who stood on the stairs last night.

But obviously, Filch did not take this opportunity well.

"It's you, I'm absolutely right, it must be you!" Filch yelled while grabbing a young wizard's wrist tightly.

"Filch! This gentleman slept in the dormitory last night. It was proved by someone." Professor McGonagall frowned even deeper.

Petrified a Gryffindor cub last night, and she's still thinking about it.As a result, this morning Dumbledore informed her of this child's play thing again. When he came to the restaurant, he saw Filch playing a monkey here and caught a little wizard and shouted that he was the murderer of Petrified David.

"Hehe, good luck for you, kid." Filch let go of his hand, then stared at the little wizard, and said coldly.

Seeing that Dumbledore nodded, the little wizard ran down the stage as if fleeing, as if there was some man-eating demon on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, another little wizard walked up to the stage tremblingly. His back looked like a prisoner about to step into the execution ground.

Lean didn't pay attention to the stage, but stuffed bread into his mouth. He just started his breakfast.

"Haha, it's you, definitely you!" Filch's voice rang in Lian's ear again.

"Crack!" A loud noise attracted the extension of all the little wizards, including Lean.

"Sorry, Mr. Principal, I remembered that I was still brewing a pot of potion, so I left first." Snape stood up, the black robe on his body was still fluttering because of the movement of slapping the table just now.

After finishing speaking, Snape didn't care about Dumbledore's answer, and directly left the teaching staff and walked out the door.

Professor Sprout also stood up, and said coldly: "The newly arrived Mandrake still needs my care, so I will go first."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore left regardless of Dumbledore's answer.

Luckily, she thought that coming to the restaurant early in the morning could really catch the mysterious man from last night, but she didn't expect such a big movement to come to play house with Filch.

For the first time, Professor Sprout had the idea that Dumbledore was old and confused.

The four deans had already left two of them. Professor Flitwick sat on his seat, glanced left and right, but still did not leave.

Professor McGonagall sat upright, and after each little wizard came up, she asked carefully.After confirming that there is no suspicion, she will also show a smile to comfort the frightened little wizard.

After all, anyone who walked up would be a little startled by Filch grabbing his wrist and yelling at him for a while.

When it was Lean's turn to go up, Filch still wanted to grab Lean's wrist, but Lean dodged it.

"It must be you! How dare you dodge!" Filch yelled again.

But Lean ignored him at all, but looked at Professor McGonagall next to him.

"Zell, where were you last night, is there anyone to testify?" Professor McGonagall asked the words that had been asked many times.

"Stayed in the dormitory last night. As for witnesses, there are none. My roommate Malfoy moved out when the first grade started."

Lean's words made Professor McGonagall frown. After all, he was born in Slytherin, and he was alone and had no testimony. No matter how he looked at it, he was suspicious.

"Professor, I'm a Muggle wizard." Lean looked at Professor McGonagall's tightly furrowed brows, how could he not know what Professor McGonagall was thinking.

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall immediately stretched his brows.

Indeed, Lean was just a little Muggle wizard, the type that Slytherin hated the most.So no matter who is the successor of the Chamber of Secrets, it will not be him.

"Okay, go down, pay more attention to safety recently." Professor McGonagall nodded to Lean.

"Impossible, it must be him!" Filch shouted.

"Filch, I know you want to find the murderer, but don't blame the innocent. I hope you can produce enough evidence when accusing a young wizard."

Professor McGonagall countered bluntly.

(End of this chapter)