Batman's Owl Godfather

Chapter 98 Psychic Medium
The impact of Lockhart's attack was much greater than that of Snape.

Only a few days had passed, and through word of mouth, Lockhart had almost become a saint.

"Professor Lockhart died for us!"

A little witch cried and said, "He took the initiative to find the heir of the Chamber of Secrets in order to solve the crisis in the school!
“He wants to be alone and shield us from all the wind and rain!
"Just like his countless previous adventures!"

After the little witch finished speaking, another witch slammed the table and stood up.

"We must avenge Professor Lockhart!" she said. "We are the only ones left with the professor now!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

Among a group of radical little witches, Katum stood out.

He raised his wings high and clenched them into a fist.

"Fight, fight, fight! Fight for Professor Lockhart!"

The owl yelled, "I am now eager to fight! I am eager to fight the Heir of Ravenclaw! I am not an owl, I am a war hawk!"

It’s a pity that the group of little witches couldn’t understand what he was saying.

If Lockhart saw this scene, he would surely be extremely pleased.

The reason he was treated like this was entirely because Professor McGonagall confirmed that Lockhart maintained a fighting stance even when he was unconscious.

But it was actually Katum who did it.

Bruce told the truth that if Lockhart was lucky enough to wake up, he really should hoot an owl.

……

"Awei, you're training again? Can you take a break?"

After joining in the fun, Katum flew back to Bruce.

Ever since he knew that there were pursuers lurking in Hogwarts, Batboy has doubled his training workload.

Red Broomstick, Rebound Spell, Illusion Spell, Transfiguration...

He practiced the spells he had learned over and over again, hoping not to fail at the critical moment.

If Bruce has any weakness right now, it's the Patronus Charm.

He had never succeeded in casting this spell.

"Katum, you should make some preparations."

Bruce did not stop training, "The enemy may appear in front of us at any time."

Speaking of enemies, Bruce has always wanted to find out their true identities.

But every time he thought about the critical moment, he would feel as if his brain was shrouded in a veil, making it difficult for him to think clearly.

Bruce suspected that he might have been cursed.

“I’m always prepared.”

Katoom pointed to the top of his head, where he always wore the crown of thorns.

"In fact, I always have a bad feeling."

The owl said, "Bruce, think about it, ever since Cornelius Fudge confirmed that he would participate in the psychic ceremony, there have been more and more outsiders coming to Hogwarts.

“To be frank, this is the time of the year when the castle is most crowded.

"If anyone wants to fish in troubled waters, or do something big and influential, today is the perfect day to do it."

"Then it's out of my control."

Bruce said, "The psychic ceremony is about to begin. With Dumbledore and so many people here, if something unexpected happens, I can't do anything about it."

Speaking of mediumship rituals——

"Bruce, Harry has joined, but you still can't join?" asked the Owl.

"What can I do."

Bruce shook his head, "I have already told Dumbledore about the bond between Lockhart and I, and asked him to take me to the ceremony.

"But he wouldn't allow it!"

"Stop it."

Katum exposed Bruce's acting, "Are you the kind of person who won't do anything unless someone tells you to? Hurry up, or I'll go alone!"

Bruce clicked his tongue and pulled out a two-way mirror.

"We can't go, but we can watch."

Bruce said, "I gave the other two-way mirror to Harry and asked him to broadcast the images in real time."

"Okay, okay, I was right about you. You are just like this."

The owl immediately pulled out a bunch of snacks from its feathers, "Come on, let's eat and watch!"

……

In the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry got ready to head to the wards.

Ron comforted him, "Don't worry, Snape will be fine."

When he said this, he felt that it was somewhat against his conscience.

Snape was very nice to Harry, but not to Ron.

On the contrary, every time he saw Ron and Harry together, Snape would make some sarcastic remarks.

During normal classes, we must also focus on everything.

When Ron first learned that Snape had been attacked, he really worried for a moment that Snape might wake up.

He still hopes that something will happen to others.

But when Ron saw how sad his good brother looked, the thought disappeared unconsciously.

Snape had better wake up.

Otherwise, Harry would really live up to his title of elder killer.

"Thank you, Ron." Harry hung a badge made of mirror material on his chest.

"I believe in Dumbledore, he can definitely save the professor!"

Ron nodded: "Also, you must tell Dumbledore my idea. Finding Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is also the key!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione have actually been very busy during this period.

They found a lot of information about the secret room, hoping it would be of some help.

But in the end, they all came back empty-handed. No matter how many books they searched, there was no legend about Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets in history.

There was one from Slytherin, but that wasn't the point.

So Ron put forward his own conjecture -

"Maybe there never was a Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets!"

He said, "This is a newly created room and the murderer may be hiding in it."

Hermione didn't quite agree with this view, but she couldn't find any evidence to refute it.

After hearing what Ron said, Harry said he would definitely convey it to Dumbledore.

After that, he set off for the ward.

……

When Harry arrived at the ward, there were already many people there.

Dumbledore needs no introduction. Professor Gale, Professor McGonagall, Minister Fudge...

There were also several professors Harry didn't recognize, such as a female professor who wore glasses and a shawl and was covered in glitter.

Later Harry found out that the professor's name was Trelawney, and he was responsible for teaching Divination.

"Ah Harry, there you are."

Dumbledore saw Harry and smiled gently, "Just sit anywhere!"

Harry wore the two-sided mirror given by Bruce on his chest, but it was slightly deformed.

From the outside, it looks like a silver badge, not a mirror.

So I couldn't see the faces of Bruce and Owl across from me.

How could such a trick be hidden from Dumbledore's eyes?

He was the one who taught Bruce all the advanced Transfiguration techniques.

But Dumbledore just glanced at the badge and said nothing in the end.

Seeing that everyone was present, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge shouted anxiously, "We can begin now, Dumbledore!"

"I know you're anxious, Cornelius, but don't be anxious yet."

Dumbledore pulled out a diary, the scorch marks on it more obvious.

Fudge frowned and said, "Dumbledore, what's wrong with your diary? The last time I saw it, the burn marks weren't that serious. You wouldn't burn the diary for fun, would you?"

He didn't really care about how the diary turned out, but rather how photogenic the whole process was.

Later, when reporters took photos, I would definitely hold up this diary for the photo.

The diary was covered with burn marks. If others read it, they would think that the ceremony was difficult, and Fukichi's image of being a man of great talent would be damaged.

"How could that be, Cornelius?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Am I such a boring person?"

Fudge laughed twice and said nothing.

Gail had already begun the arrangements, closing the doors and windows and piling up herbs and spices.

"Don't be surprised at what you see later."

Gale reminded coldly, "Even if the most terrible dark wizard appeared in the smoke, it is not real."

"It's okay. We are not afraid." Fudge said, "Dumbledore is here. Even if Voldemort himself comes, he can't do anything."

The corner of Gale's mouth twitched.

He wasn't actually talking about Voldemort.

At this time, the divination teacher Trelawney, who seemed mysterious to Harry, suddenly took out a deck of tarot cards and said to everyone -

"Let me tell you whether I can succeed this time!"

After that, she drew out a deck of cards, but before she could open it, she was held down by Professor McGonagall.

"Sybill, don't be like this," said Professor McGonagall. "If the divination is unlucky, should we not do it?"

Her meaning was clear.

Now that the final step has been reached, don't do things that will shake people's hearts.

Trelawney opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but Professor McGonagall didn't give her a chance to speak and directly put the Tarot card back into the deck.

He didn't even look at the cards.

Professor Trelawney had already begun to curse in her mind.

She wanted to just shout it out loud.

Are you sick, Minerva? Do you not believe in divination or do you not believe in me?
I have a method that will make it 100% successful!
Trelawney was really upset. She could have given a perfect opening to something that was bound to be widely reported later.

It was all ruined by Mag.

But unfortunately no one paid attention to her anymore, the ceremony had already begun.

As the herbs and spices were burned, a faint smoke spread throughout the room.

The smoke is not pungent, but rather smells good and will not make others feel uncomfortable.

The smoke gathered in front of everyone's eyes to form the shape of a screen.

Dumbledore took out the diary, opened it, and a line of text immediately appeared.

"I am ready, Professor Dumbledore."

The soul inside is still Tom Riddle, but after several friendly contacts with Dumbledore, he has become extremely honest.

I dare not have any bad thoughts at all.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the diary.

Just like the ink spreading out instantly, a picture appeared on the paper and simultaneously appeared in the smoke.

Everyone looked up and saw human figures gradually emerging from the smoke.

First it was an outline, then it gradually became clear, and then everyone could see clearly that the person was Snape.

Harry's eyes lit up as he finally saw the professor alive again!
Everyone stared at the smokescreen, wanting to see what would happen next.

Then they heard, through the smoke, the cry of a baby.

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