Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

There was a sudden commotion on the walls as they entered Lockhart's dimly lit office.Harry saw a few photos of Lockhart scrambling to hide, with curlers in their hair.Then the real Lockhart lit a candle on the table and stepped back.Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.Augustus glanced around the room, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged nervous glances before settling into a few chairs out of candlelight to watch closely.

The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched Lady Norris' fur.He looked at it carefully through the half-moon-shaped glasses, poking here and there with his slender fingers.Professor McGonagall bent over, almost touching the cat with his face, squinting his eyes and watching carefully.Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, looking eerie.The expression on his face was odd: it was as if he was trying desperately not to laugh.Lockhart hovered around them, constantly scheming.

"It must have been a spell that killed it - probably the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure that would have saved it ..." Lockhart proudly showed off to the people around him.

A smile flashed in Augustus' eyes. This Lockhart is a very interesting person. At this moment, he can still say so many useless nonsense with a blushing face. I have to say that in this respect he is indeed is very talented.

"..I remember very similar incidents in Ouagadougou," Lockhart went on, "a series of attacks, which are well documented in my autobiography. At that time, I provided the people with various Such an amulet solves the problem in one fell swoop..."

At this time, Dumbledore whispered some strange words, and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a freshly prepared specimen.

Augustus listened carefully to Dumbledore's nonsense syllables, ancient runes?It is an effective method for curing curses or soul attacks, but the cat in front of him obviously does not belong to the scope of his treatment.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, Filch," he said softly.

Lockhart was counting the number of murders he had prevented when he stopped suddenly. "Not dead?" Filch choked out, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is it—whole body stiff, like it's frozen?"

"Finally found out?" Augustus nodded secretly. It seems that this legendary mage is quite serious about the incident, and it took so long to come to a conclusion from many conjectures.

"It was petrified," said Dumbledore ("Ah! I thought so too!', said Lockhart), "but exactly how, I don't know.." "Ask him!" said Ferrer. screamed Key, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry. "There's no way a second year can do that," said Dumbledore firmly. "It would take the dark arts of the highest order— "

"He did it, he did it!" Filch spattered, his fat, saggy face turning purple. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found out - in my office - he knew I was a - I was a -" Filch's face twitched horribly. "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"Filch, even if Harry knew you were a squib, there's no need to specifically murder your cat. If he really did it, it's entirely possible for him to petrify you with his ability. Why bother planning a terrorist attack? For a cat? Besides, as Dumbledore said, a second-year student can't use such advanced black magic at all." Augustus shook his head and expressed his opinion slowly.

"Mr. Augustus is right. Harry cannot be the murderer." A glimmer of light flashed on Dumbledore's glasses, and there was an unquestionable tone in his words.

"Allow me to say something, Headmaster," said Snape from the shadows, and Harry's feeling of foreboding grew stronger.He believed that nothing Snape said would do him any good.

"Perhaps Potter and his friends just weren't supposed to be in that place at that time," said Snape, with a slight sneer on his lips, as if he deeply doubted it, "but we did encounter a series of Why on earth did they go up the corridor? Why didn't they come to the Halloween party?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to explain that they were going to the Deathday Party. "..hundreds of ghosts come, they can prove we're there—"

"But after this, why not come to the banquet?" said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "Why go up the corridor?"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry.

"Because—because—" said Harry, his heart beating wildly. "Because we were tired and wanted to go to bed early," he said.

Snape's ugly smile became more apparent.

"My opinion, Headmaster, is that Potter hasn't been quite telling the truth," he said. "We should perhaps revoke some of his privileges until he tells us the whole story. Personally, I think it's best to keep him out of Gryffindor." More Quidditch teams, wait until the attitude is honest."

"Honestly, Severus," snapped Professor McGonagall, "I see no reason why the boy should not be allowed to play ball. The cat didn't get hit in the head with a broom. And there's no evidence that Potter did anything wrong." thing."

"It's him, it must be him!" Standing among the teachers, Filch suddenly pointed to Augustus, "He must have done this, Harry and him are accomplices, and I've heard about the Chamber of Secrets rumors , with his status and strength in Slytherin, it is quite possible that he is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, and it is obvious that he is fully capable of petrifying my cat."

Augustus laughed instead of anger: "Do you think an heir to the Julius family would be interested in Salazar Slytherin's secret room? In terms of history alone, there is no Julius family in this school." For a long time, even if I leave the family aside, I will not be interested in any inheritance at all."

A trace of panic flashed in Filch's eyes, only then did he realize that his way of pointing out this person seemed to be a mistake, regardless of his talent performance in school, just talking about his huge family, he is not something that a small staff administrator can slander at will of.

"We can cure it, Filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout has got some mandrakes recently. Once they're big enough, I have a cure that will make Lori Mrs. Silk is back from the dead." "I'll make it," interposed Lockhart, "I must have made it a hundred times, and I could make a mandrake resurrection potion while I'm dreaming—" "Excuse me," said Stein "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school," said Nepe coldly. There was an awkward silence. "You can go," Dumbledore said to Augustus, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Four people filed out of the office, closed the last door, the light went away, the dim lights in the corridor flickered, Augustus had a complicated expression on his face, a gust of drafts blew through the window, the teaching robes fluttered, golden The long hair looked a little messy in the wind, and it was another eventful year, Augustus who stood silently thought so.

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