Facing Dumbledore's inquiring gaze, Harry quickly said:

"Ron was taken away by Filch before the dinner began."

"Immediately lock his place."

Dumbledore looked at William, as if asking for a map of Gauder with an intelligent voice.

William pulled out a map of Hogwarts from the ring.

Lockhart poked his head over, but William slightly blocked it, refusing to let him watch.

It is densely packed with students' names, and there are all kinds of secret passages, which are not at the same grade as the ones he sells at school, how can you show them to Lockhart.

"He's still in Filch's office." William glanced at the map. "Alone."

"Professor McGonagall, please help me bring Mr. Weasley, I need to ask him something."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left the hospital.

"Madam Pomfrey, can you get me some potions? I think Mr. Filch will wake up soon, and I think he'll need some energy. Dumbledore continued.

Madam Pomfrey turned and walked toward a room.

"Harry, you haven't eaten dinner yet?" Dumbledore asked. "How about some fruit tart?"

Harry was tempted to say he had no appetite, but his stomach growled.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a fruit tart and a glass of hot milk appeared on the table not far away.

All right...... He was a little hungry, so Harry could barely eat it.

Harry was now waiting for Filch to come to his senses, to clear his name, and then to slap Lockhart and Snape, who were suspicious of him.

There was no attack, but there was no attack, and everyone can't wronged honest people!

Harry had never been so eager to hear Filch speak.

Snape walked over to Filch.

William also stepped forward, "Headmaster, if you don't mind......"

"Of course." Dumbledore leaned slightly.

Snape snorted and gave William a seat.

William did not examine Filch's wounds, which he had already examined when he found them.

He collected the blood clots condensed on Filch's body in a test tube and prepared to go back and study it.

Filch had a fatal wound to his chest, but the bleeding unexpectedly stopped...... There is a special substance that helps to stop the bleeding.

On top of that, the blood clots were all stony...... This trait is all too rare.

William, as a master of potions, needs to go back and study and analyze what exactly caused it.

Snape clearly thought the same way, and he moved faster than Willian.

People, as long as you get a house, it doesn't matter if it's a dead fat house or a technical house, it's terrible.

In the distance, footsteps sounded.

Ron was brought in by Professor McGonagall, his whole body dirty, with a thick smell of mud.

"What's wrong, Headmaster?" Ron looked a little frightened, confused.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Dumbledore looked at him with his eyes, then asked gently.

"I fell into the Black Lake."

"How did you end up in the Black Lake?"

"William caught a mermaid last year, and I want to catch one too, and give it to Harry as a Halloween present." Ron quickly explained.

These words fell on Harry's ears, and he felt only a warm current rush into his body, from the outside in, making him almost cry out with excitement......

Sure enough, Ron is his best buddy!

Harry suddenly felt that the pure milk in his mouth was not so pure.

He took a bite of the fruit tart and sighed slightly.

I don't know how, it's been a long time since the two have whispered in the same bed, and Harry thinks tonight is a good opportunity.

Unaware of Harry's intention to sleep tonight, Ron continued, "I stepped on the mud, slipped on the soles of my feet, and fell into the Black Lake.

Then, I returned to the castle and was caught by Filch.

He said I soiled the floor and told me to go to his office, and I followed. ”

"And then, why did Mr. Filch leave the office?" Dumbledore asked.

"There was a terrible smell outside, and he said it was Peeves' prank, so he rushed out with a broomstick and left me in the office...... By the way, what's wrong with Mr. Filch? “

"He was attacked."

"Who attacked?" Ron's face turned pale.

No one answered him.

Professor Snape glanced at Ron maliciously and asked, "Have you been in Filch's office for so long and won't leave if he doesn't come back?"

I don't think Weasleys are that honest. ”

"I was asleep!" Ron said annoyedly.

Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "When I went, Mr. Weasley did fall asleep on his desk. ”

"You don't doubt me, do you?" Ron roared, "Why did I attack Filch just because I was in his office when he had an accident?!" ”

At this time, a cough came from the hospital bed.

Filch finally woke up.

Madam Pomfrey hurriedly poured the potion on him.

Like a puppet, Filch drank the potion.

"Filch, who the hell attacked you?" Lockhart leaned in enthusiastically and asked.

Filch looked dazed, as if thinking about how to ...... Speak.

"Who is it, Argus?" Dumbledore asked again.

Filch straightened up, his head turning mechanically like a zombie.

His gaze slid over Ron, pausing for a moment, then turning sharply...... Harry!

Filch's lips twitched slightly, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Harry Potter!"

Filch's voice was low, echoing through the candlelit room.

The crowd was silent.

Harry squirted out the milk in dismay.

The stolen goods were seized and identified by the victims...... In that moment, Harry almost believed it.

"Could it be that I have schizophrenia, and the second personality did it?!"

William would probably have scoffed if he had known what Harry was thinking.

"Kid, don't say you're mentally ill when something happens, that's not an excuse in the wizarding world."

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Principal's Office,

Dumbledore sat down in his chair, his flowing silver-white hair and beard glistening in the candlelight.

His two slender fingertips touched each other, his chin rested on top of them, and his eyes looked through the half-moon lenses at the ceiling above, as if in deep thought.

William sat across from him, and pondered, but he almost fell asleep as he thought.

William shook his head and asked:

"Professor, didn't you guess that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Last semester, I already killed the basilisk, could it be that there are other monsters in the secret room?" William said confusedly.

Dumbledore's face was unusually solemn.

"William, the basilisk never mattered, Slytherin had left that room for nearly a thousand years, and the basilisk had never taken the initiative to attack the students.

I don't want to say it's harmless, but I must point out, is it really important if there is a basilisk, or a secret room?

The danger never comes from the basilisk, but from people! ”

William nodded convincingly, pondered for a moment, and said, "What do you think of tonight's events, who is lying?" ”

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"Ron's explanation is reasonable, but Filch and Harry are weird."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Harry is where he shouldn't be, and Filch is pointing out people he shouldn't." ”

"Filch is acting weirdly, could it be that he has been under the Imperius Curse?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "Not the Imperius Curse...... It's hard to say right now, but I've seen something like this before and need to look into it. ”

William bowed slightly.

Dumbledore is an old man, and he has seen everything.

"Professor, I still have a little bit of confusion that I need you to solve."

"The other party left a message that the secret room had been opened, apparently to spread fear and tell us...... The assault began, and the game began.

so

Why didn't he kill Filch?

dead person

Not more than a living man,

Is it more likely to breed fear? ”

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