Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"She's just petrified, Argus."

Dumbledore consoled.

"We have many ways to save her."

Filch whimpered and retreated into the shadows in the corner, staring at Harry with an angry look.

Compared to "other professors", Anriel, who often patrolled with Filch at night, was obviously more trusted by Filch.

Or, fear.

In short, Andriel's words were effective, especially when Andriel and Dumbledore were present at the same time and expressed the same opinion, Filch had nothing to ask for.

He believed that these two would give him an explanation that he could accept.

The first person to speak up and play the good guy was still Professor Snape. He had a lot of responsibilities to bear, so this one was not the least of them.

I have to admit that Quirrell is right -

Snape really looks like a bad guy...

"...I think that Potter and his friends just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Harry absurdly thought that no one here would believe the "truth" he was talking about, so he wanted to tell a lie...

Harry was not sure whether he was hallucinating because of the excessive mental stress caused by his studies and Quidditch.

But, just as he was about to speak, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

It was very cold, the kind that made Harry shiver.

"To be honest, whether we believe it or not."

It was as if Anriel had seen through Harry. It was like Harry had just met this kind blond senior for the first time...

On the first day, I met the senior who tricked Voldemort last year.

Harry didn't dare look directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes. Similarly, he didn't dare look directly into Anriel's heterochromatic eyes. He felt like he could be seen through whatever he said the next second. It was exactly the same as the headmaster's...

"I... I... heard a voice, uh... no, I mean, someone was talking in the wall - maybe outside, a very... cold, murderous voice...

He's following me in the walls! I...I can hear it everywhere!"

At the end of his speech, Harry became a little incoherent, his voice suddenly stopped, and the whole office fell silent.

Anriel and Dumbledore exchanged glances.

Ron and Hermione looked horrified.

Snape's aggressive aura suddenly disappeared, and a gloomy look appeared between his brows, which surprised Harry.

"Minerva, could you please take Mr. Potter and his friends back to the common room?"

Mag nodded and took the three unfortunate children away. The rest of the people in the room remained silent.

Even the picture of Lockhart on the wall and Lockhart himself seemed to realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere and wisely kept their mouths shut.

"headmaster."

Snape's gloomy voice sounded.

"I think I should..."

Dumbledore nodded, and Snape turned and left Lockhart's office without saying a word.

Both Anriel and Dumbledore knew that the old bat was going to check for contraband in their house, Slytherin.

After all, when something like this happens, it's hard to suspect any house other than Slytherin...

The Chamber of Secrets is no joke!

Filch looked around bewilderedly and whimpered sadly.

Dumbledore walked slowly around the petrified cat, muttering to himself:

"No proof...but I hope this is just a parody..."

Anriel shook his head and said nothing.

Everyone present left Lockhart's office without saying a word...except Lockhart himself.

Lockhart was totally confused, he was totally out of touch with the whole conversation -

In his eyes, Harry was just describing an incoherent, chaotic, and incomprehensible "fantasy" that sounded like a monster ghost...

Because it can go through walls.

"Hey... this is obviously nonsense, isn't it? This is Hogwarts..."

The pictures on the wall chirped and Lockhart himself seemed less confident in his soliloquy.

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Principal room.

"So... Anriel, you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Dumbledore thrust the tip of his wand into his white hair, slowly twisting it and pulling out a slightly dense silver semi-solid.

This shows that this is a very old memory, so old that it is almost solidified.

"I guess so, but I can't compare to those students who have carefully studied the history of Hogwarts for nearly 200 years...

But your reaction, sir, has confirmed to me that the secret room does exist."

Dumbledore nodded, staring at the memory that had been placed in the Pensieve and was now spinning slowly like a cloud.

A tall, blurry figure was spinning in the basin.

Anriel shrugged and leaned forward.

......

A few seconds later, Anriel and Dumbledore landed smoothly.

There are two Dumbledores around Anriel.

In addition to the one with a big white beard, there is also a professor of Transfiguration with a gray-brown beard.

No one spoke, they followed young Dumbledore quietly down the corridor, around the corner of the stairs, and down...

......

"Hello, Tom."

The old principal sighed softly.

"Tom, what are you doing in the corridor so late at night?"

This time it was the young Transfiguration professor who spoke.

Tom Riddle looked startled.

But he quickly reacted and explained that it was Principal Dippet who came to question him.

Young Dumbledore stared at young Voldemort for a long moment, then uttered the classic line:

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Tom?"

"…No, sir."

Dumbledore and the two images from the future just watched quietly as Riddle disappeared around the corner of the downward stairs.

The scene changed, and the surrounding walls, stairs, and murals were spinning rapidly. Only Anriel and the elderly Dumbledore beside him remained the same.

This time it was a familiar room.

There were fewer shiny silver instruments, but there were many more parchment rolls.

"Mr. Dippet, I don't think we should jump to conclusions like that. Miss Myrtle's parents asked the school to find the murderer, but we must not convict an innocent person.

I also firmly believe that they do not want the real perpetrator to go unpunished and cause harm to others."

The wizard at the door spoke, and Anriel looked back into those determined and sharp eyes.

He had never heard Dumbledore speak in such a compelling tone.

It sounded like Dumbledore was indeed angry at that time.

Old Principal Dippet looked embarrassed, and it was not his fault.

"Albus, you should know that Hagrid usually..."

Yes, who would keep a vicious and cruel monster in a cardboard box as a pet?

At that time, it was Riddle, that is, the talented Voldemort himself, who put the blame on the dull Hagrid. Not only were there very few clues, but public opinion was also very unfavorable to Hagrid.

Plus Hagrid's background...