I, Hogwarts Week Two
Chapter 95 Assassination
Chapter 95 Assassination
As he spoke, he told Owen everything he heard and the results of his investigation at Hogwarts these past few days.
"The Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, a young wizard was killed, and Hagrid was taken away as a suspect."
As he said this, Harry suddenly felt bad. He thought about Grindelwald.
He had argued with Hermione last term.
As for why the guards at Nurmengard didn't tell the criminals about their escape.
According to the temperament of those magic officials, they would definitely not really investigate into it, but would simply and rudely arrest Hagrid again.
"Stop! I just want to know, did you report to the professor this time?"
"Say it." Ron took the lead.
"Ahem! We ran into Snape by accident during our investigation."
"Oh! What did he say after listening?" Owen asked curiously.
"Well——" Ron said in a deep voice for a moment, then squeezed his throat, and said in Snape's tone slowly: "Mr. Potter, your so-called conjecture is really shocking. There should still be some nuances in the strange brain, but now it seems that the biggest difference between you and that creature may be that its stick is thicker."
I have to say that Ron's imitation is very charming.
Not 100%, but at least seventy to eighty percent.
Owen could even smell the smell of greasy hair that belonged exclusively to Professor Snape.
"Well, should I compliment you?"
"Ron Weasley?"
The cold tone and the sudden drop in temperature.
Without looking back, the Gryffindor trio knew that it was the blue man who had appeared.
"Professor." Ron looked back with chattering teeth.
Sure enough, a face so cold that it could freeze was staring at him.
"Tens from Gryffindor," he said.
Then he looked over Ron and landed on Owen, "Over there, Dumbledore wants to talk to you." He pointed to the position of the rostrum.
Owen turned his head and saw Dumbledore in shining purple robes winking at him.
"Okay! I haven't rested for a few days yet! I have to work again!" Owen complained dismally, but his feet moved very quickly, and he ran to the rostrum in no time.
One large and one young, together with Mr. Obo, exchanged pleasantries with each other.
Then I saw Old Deng's eyes light up, and he got up immediately. The three of them walked through the side door talking and laughing, and left the auditorium.
----
Time flies, Hogwarts has ushered in Halloween.
These days, Mr. Ober has been getting along well with the little wizards. He was born in Hufflepuff and was recognized by all the little wizards in other colleges except Slytherin.
Because, during the days when he was investigating and collecting evidence, this gentleman took a few Defense Against the Dark Arts classes instead of Lockhart.
Although, his magic level is very limited, otherwise he wouldn't be beaten up by Owen.
But he is the only Defense Against Dark Arts professor who looks normal in the past few years.
He can still do simple Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, and his previous position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has allowed him to travel around the world.
People are food!But there is still a lot to learn.
Although his story is not as ups and downs as Lockhart's, it is better than true.
For the little wizard who has never left Hogwarts, the world in his mouth is so free and so yearning.
Of course, with good news, there is also bad news.
A few days before Halloween.
On the curse, Professor Flitwick finally told the story of the past slowly under the tireless questioning of a group of young wizards.
Now everyone knows that someone opened the secret room 50 years ago.
And a little wizard died.
Although Professor Flitwick did not tell anyone about Hagrid, a visible panic began to spread among the students.
Then the time comes to Halloween.
That night—
Various festive decorations were placed in the auditorium again, pumpkin lanterns, changing colors from time to time, ghost candles with ghosts, and little bats chirping and flapping their wings.
It sounded like Snape's footsteps.
"Where's Owen?" On Hufflepuff's long table, Hannah didn't notice Owen.
"I heard that I went to eat hot pot in the principal's office. You know, a small stove for outstanding students." Although he said this, Justin didn't care.
He was currently dueling with the pumpkin pie in front of him.
Hearing the sound, Hannah looked towards the podium, and sure enough, she did not see Professor Dumbledore.
Not even many professors were there.
"what happened?"
Normally, professors would come to the auditorium to celebrate every festival.
this year
Perhaps the atmosphere in the auditorium was a little too weird.
Everyone felt a little irritable.
After a brief dinner, the little wizards, led by their prefects, began to leave the auditorium in batches.
"Squeak! Bang!"
The heavy doors of the auditorium were pushed open.
A gust of cold wind blew across the faces of the young wizards present, making them shiver involuntarily.
At this time, a sharp-eyed little wizard looked through the countless stone piers on both sides of the hall, looking into the courtyard.
Mr. Ober?
Before the little wizards figured out why this official from the Ministry of Magic appeared here.
A black shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of the courtyard.
"You are committing a crime, stop your behavior!!!"
Mr. Obo, holding up his wand, stared at the illusory figure.
His youthful face was full of determination and justice.
He graduated only three or four years ago.
"Smashed to pieces!"
Seeing that the man ignored him, Mr. Obo quickly twitched the magic spell, and a red light was thrown out by him.
"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded.Smoke and dust filled the air.
But before the smoke cleared.
A strange green light came out quietly.
Mixed with the tragic death sounds of countless human beings dying.
Instantly devoured Mr. Obo.
It's abrupt and scary.
"Bang!" Mr. Obo, who had only known the little wizard for a few days, fell heavily on the cold ground.
Eyes wide open.
Before he died, his expression was still so resolute.
Death suspends this expression forever.
"No!!! Mr. Ober." At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared out of nowhere.
He stood tremblingly in the corridor of the courtyard.
Eyes full of horror.
Speaking of which, he was the professor with whom Mr. Ober had contacted the most during his time at Hogwarts.
Of course, this is to develop the Ministry of Magic contacts for himself.
"no no!!!"
He seemed to be frightened and stupid, and in a panic, he even fell to the ground.An invitation letter fell out.
The corners of his clothes were stained with mud.
The blond hair also lost its color.
To escape!
With this idea in his mind, Lockhart didn't care about his own image. He staggered to his feet and left the place quickly with bumps on his feet.
"Shenfeng Wuying!!!"
An invisible sharp blade sliced through the darkness, and slashed towards the phantom where the mysterious man was.
Yes - Snape!
Professor Snape is here!
A thin figure with straight hair and an unfathomable feeling suddenly appeared in front of the gate.
Holding his wand, he stared coldly at a certain figure in the shadows.
Then, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.
It was a coincidence that the four deans arrived together.
It feels like a loss if I don’t send it out.
As he spoke, he told Owen everything he heard and the results of his investigation at Hogwarts these past few days.
"The Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, a young wizard was killed, and Hagrid was taken away as a suspect."
As he said this, Harry suddenly felt bad. He thought about Grindelwald.
He had argued with Hermione last term.
As for why the guards at Nurmengard didn't tell the criminals about their escape.
According to the temperament of those magic officials, they would definitely not really investigate into it, but would simply and rudely arrest Hagrid again.
"Stop! I just want to know, did you report to the professor this time?"
"Say it." Ron took the lead.
"Ahem! We ran into Snape by accident during our investigation."
"Oh! What did he say after listening?" Owen asked curiously.
"Well——" Ron said in a deep voice for a moment, then squeezed his throat, and said in Snape's tone slowly: "Mr. Potter, your so-called conjecture is really shocking. There should still be some nuances in the strange brain, but now it seems that the biggest difference between you and that creature may be that its stick is thicker."
I have to say that Ron's imitation is very charming.
Not 100%, but at least seventy to eighty percent.
Owen could even smell the smell of greasy hair that belonged exclusively to Professor Snape.
"Well, should I compliment you?"
"Ron Weasley?"
The cold tone and the sudden drop in temperature.
Without looking back, the Gryffindor trio knew that it was the blue man who had appeared.
"Professor." Ron looked back with chattering teeth.
Sure enough, a face so cold that it could freeze was staring at him.
"Tens from Gryffindor," he said.
Then he looked over Ron and landed on Owen, "Over there, Dumbledore wants to talk to you." He pointed to the position of the rostrum.
Owen turned his head and saw Dumbledore in shining purple robes winking at him.
"Okay! I haven't rested for a few days yet! I have to work again!" Owen complained dismally, but his feet moved very quickly, and he ran to the rostrum in no time.
One large and one young, together with Mr. Obo, exchanged pleasantries with each other.
Then I saw Old Deng's eyes light up, and he got up immediately. The three of them walked through the side door talking and laughing, and left the auditorium.
----
Time flies, Hogwarts has ushered in Halloween.
These days, Mr. Ober has been getting along well with the little wizards. He was born in Hufflepuff and was recognized by all the little wizards in other colleges except Slytherin.
Because, during the days when he was investigating and collecting evidence, this gentleman took a few Defense Against the Dark Arts classes instead of Lockhart.
Although, his magic level is very limited, otherwise he wouldn't be beaten up by Owen.
But he is the only Defense Against Dark Arts professor who looks normal in the past few years.
He can still do simple Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, and his previous position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has allowed him to travel around the world.
People are food!But there is still a lot to learn.
Although his story is not as ups and downs as Lockhart's, it is better than true.
For the little wizard who has never left Hogwarts, the world in his mouth is so free and so yearning.
Of course, with good news, there is also bad news.
A few days before Halloween.
On the curse, Professor Flitwick finally told the story of the past slowly under the tireless questioning of a group of young wizards.
Now everyone knows that someone opened the secret room 50 years ago.
And a little wizard died.
Although Professor Flitwick did not tell anyone about Hagrid, a visible panic began to spread among the students.
Then the time comes to Halloween.
That night—
Various festive decorations were placed in the auditorium again, pumpkin lanterns, changing colors from time to time, ghost candles with ghosts, and little bats chirping and flapping their wings.
It sounded like Snape's footsteps.
"Where's Owen?" On Hufflepuff's long table, Hannah didn't notice Owen.
"I heard that I went to eat hot pot in the principal's office. You know, a small stove for outstanding students." Although he said this, Justin didn't care.
He was currently dueling with the pumpkin pie in front of him.
Hearing the sound, Hannah looked towards the podium, and sure enough, she did not see Professor Dumbledore.
Not even many professors were there.
"what happened?"
Normally, professors would come to the auditorium to celebrate every festival.
this year
Perhaps the atmosphere in the auditorium was a little too weird.
Everyone felt a little irritable.
After a brief dinner, the little wizards, led by their prefects, began to leave the auditorium in batches.
"Squeak! Bang!"
The heavy doors of the auditorium were pushed open.
A gust of cold wind blew across the faces of the young wizards present, making them shiver involuntarily.
At this time, a sharp-eyed little wizard looked through the countless stone piers on both sides of the hall, looking into the courtyard.
Mr. Ober?
Before the little wizards figured out why this official from the Ministry of Magic appeared here.
A black shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of the courtyard.
"You are committing a crime, stop your behavior!!!"
Mr. Obo, holding up his wand, stared at the illusory figure.
His youthful face was full of determination and justice.
He graduated only three or four years ago.
"Smashed to pieces!"
Seeing that the man ignored him, Mr. Obo quickly twitched the magic spell, and a red light was thrown out by him.
"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded.Smoke and dust filled the air.
But before the smoke cleared.
A strange green light came out quietly.
Mixed with the tragic death sounds of countless human beings dying.
Instantly devoured Mr. Obo.
It's abrupt and scary.
"Bang!" Mr. Obo, who had only known the little wizard for a few days, fell heavily on the cold ground.
Eyes wide open.
Before he died, his expression was still so resolute.
Death suspends this expression forever.
"No!!! Mr. Ober." At this moment, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared out of nowhere.
He stood tremblingly in the corridor of the courtyard.
Eyes full of horror.
Speaking of which, he was the professor with whom Mr. Ober had contacted the most during his time at Hogwarts.
Of course, this is to develop the Ministry of Magic contacts for himself.
"no no!!!"
He seemed to be frightened and stupid, and in a panic, he even fell to the ground.An invitation letter fell out.
The corners of his clothes were stained with mud.
The blond hair also lost its color.
To escape!
With this idea in his mind, Lockhart didn't care about his own image. He staggered to his feet and left the place quickly with bumps on his feet.
"Shenfeng Wuying!!!"
An invisible sharp blade sliced through the darkness, and slashed towards the phantom where the mysterious man was.
Yes - Snape!
Professor Snape is here!
A thin figure with straight hair and an unfathomable feeling suddenly appeared in front of the gate.
Holding his wand, he stared coldly at a certain figure in the shadows.
Then, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.
It was a coincidence that the four deans arrived together.
It feels like a loss if I don’t send it out.
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