I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 93 The plan is in progress

"Okay, shut up all of them." Professor McGonagall's stern gaze swept over all the little wizards present.

Especially Owen, and the restless troublemakers in her own house.

"He didn't die, he was just petrified." The professor said seriously.

"Petrochemical?"

Professor McGonagall's words made everyone's tense hearts relax a little.

At this time, an old man with a white beard squeezed over from the crowd.

Take Lockhart.

"Oh my god! This is it." Lockhart's eyes widened in horror, and then his face turned and changed within a few minutes.

He looked around and said in a nostalgic tone, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"The loss of a young life is always heartbreaking."

"Unfortunately, we weren't there, if I were—"

"It's you who is hanging up!" Owen took the bait and forcibly interjected.

"Albus—" Professor McGonagall was unable to quarrel with Owen or Lockhart at this time. The new red letters on the wall stung her eyes.

This reminded her suddenly that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened many years ago. (The old version set that Professor McGonagall was not born at that time, but Aunt Luo obviously ate books again, so the setting of Fantastic Beasts is used here.)

One student died that year and Hogwarts was almost closed.

Now, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again - it's hard to imagine what will happen next.

"I know, Minerva." Professor Dumbledore also looked a little grim, "Maybe we should talk in the office, right at your place."

"Severus, take that child to Mrs. Poppy, she'll do something about it."

After that, he turned around and left, maintaining a cold and mysterious aura from beginning to end.

All the little wizards had blank expressions on their faces.

Finally, driven by several professors, they scattered and left.

For the next few days, Hogwarts seemed to be calm again.

The petrified little wizard was also rescued.

However, he himself has no memory of how he was attacked.

Professor Dumbledore said that some of his memories should have been deleted.

Part of the memory was deleted! ! !

Sounds more evil!

When such words came out of the headmaster's mouth, the danger signal released was absolutely top-notch.

Everyone became cautious, as if there was really a crazy evil wizard hiding in this castle they were so familiar with.

Cough cough—oh—sorry, this one really exists.

A week later, Halloween is approaching.

Hermione and her two followers searched the library to no avail.

With heavy steps, he went to Hagrid's hut.

The castle is so depressing these days, they need to relax and unwind.

From a distance, they saw three people who seemed to be plotting something loudly in front of the hut.

As they approached, the figures of the three people gradually became clearer.

They are Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid.

"The secret room was opened 50 years ago."

Snape stood in the open mountains and said sharply, his tone was still the same, full of sarcasm.

But at this time, Harry and the others were a little very fortunate.

Several people hid behind the huge pumpkin next to the hut, stuck their heads out, and watched quietly.

If Snape had been the soft-spoken kind, they probably wouldn't have heard anything.

——After all, the autumn wind in October is a bit noisy.

"I didn't do it. I never opened any Slytherin Chamber of Secrets!" Hagrid yelled angrily.

"I'm a Gryffindor student!!!"

But while he was angry, he also felt a little scared.

Because he knew who opened the secret room last time.

This is what he only found out after that person disclosed his bloodline. It was he who opened the secret room back then.

"A student died back then, what about now?" Snape said in his standard sarcasm tone: "Since that Owen Sanchez entered the school, has the school been stable for a day in the past two years? I think Your headmaster is almost at the end of his seat, Dumbledore."

"We all know who that person was back then and last year, Severus." Dumbledore paused, and slowly talked about the past: "Back then I suspected that he opened the Chamber of Secrets, but I had no proof. "

"Because you were busy falling in love and killing Grindelwald?" Snape sneered, "Maybe you don't know how many bad things your precious student Owen said about you behind your back."

"Bad words?" The old headmaster was taken aback, "What bad words?"

"Is that a bad word?"

He sighed: "I did put all my energy on Gellert at the time, and I didn't do enough with Tom."

"Okay, no one wants to know your love history." Snape tossed his black robe, his hawk-like eyes quickly scanned the large pumpkin patch in front of him, "The question is what should we do!"

"The news cannot be suppressed. People from the Ministry of Magic will come to Hogwarts to investigate soon."

"Then Hagrid - huh."

"They're not going to tell you the evidence."

A strong sneer appeared on Snape's cold face: "A Gryffindor will be the heir of Slytherin. This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"Okay, now all we can do is face it calmly and inform the prefects of the colleges to prohibit little wizards from acting alone recently!" Dumbledore said helplessly as if he had lost his mind.

For a moment, he seemed to have aged several years.

After saying goodbye to Hagrid, the two turned around and walked towards the castle.

Before leaving, Snape took a special look back at the pumpkin patch.

Ron's ass is still hanging out!

"It's hard to imagine that such a stupid plan would be thought up by the greatest wizard, Dumbledore." He said contemptuously, expressing deep disdain for participating in this stupid game.

"But in fact, I think this plan is the most appropriate." Professor Dumbledore had already taken off his serious disguise, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"There is no danger, and you can still train the little wizards. It's just that poor Owen has to work hard for a while."

"Him?" Snape sneered, "He's eager to do this just to cause trouble openly."

"Maybe, but the current crisis is still too small. A petrification spell, a levitation spell, and some disillusionment spells won't be able to calm down those naughty children."

"We need more intensity."

"The current crisis is not enough to make them completely nervous."

"What do you want to do?" Snape asked over his shoulder.

"Isn't there going to be an official from the Ministry of Magic coming to the school tomorrow to investigate?" Dumbledore looked at the mountains, the cold wind whistling the branches.The greenery has faded.

Even the Whomping Willow, who survived this year, took off his green robe.

It's about to enter the cold winter.

Tonight is another day of overtime work, and it is estimated that it will be 11 o'clock.But don’t panic if you have a manuscript, the main reason is that there is a problem with the connection between my Chapter 1 and Chapter 3, that is, the second one.I was lazy in the afternoon, and when I was revising the text, I felt that the idea of ​​the second one was not strong enough, so I came up with a new idea.I took a look at it just now and found that this new idea is too much, and it doesn't match the tone of the whole book.Headache, wait until I change it back.I will send out both Chapter 2 with and without changes later.