"We're going to the death party."

Not far from the corridor where Lady Loris was petrified on the second floor, in Professor Lockhart's office, Harry scrambled to explain Dumbledore's question.

They didn't seem to be suspicious of the professor at all, and it had something to do with the nasty joke, especially after learning that it was also mixed with evil black magic.

"At least there are a few hundred ghosts that can prove where we are, and William can prove that he was there just now."

"Yes, I was invited by Nick to his birthday party tonight.

Harry and the others were also there, as evidenced by Nick and other Hogwarts ghosts. William said to the professors present.

"But after that, why don't you come back to the banquet and run to the corridor above?" Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape asked a few people.

His dark eyes gleamed in the dim candlelight, a malevolent glow.

"Of course it's back to the lounge, otherwise where else can I go? At that point in time, the dinner party was almost over. William replied without thinking.

"What about you? Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger. ”

"Ah, we, we're the same." Harry and the others explained as William had said.

"We were so tired after the death party that we wanted to go back and rest earlier." Harry even made a more plausible addition to William's statement.

"Oh? Do you go to rest without dinner? Hearing this, a smug smile flashed across Snape's thin sallow face.

He finally caught the crack in Harry's words.

"If I'm not mistaken, there won't be any food suitable for living people at the Ghost Party."

"You were not mistaken, it was hell." While Harry and the others were stunned, William opened his mouth to reply.

"The food prepared by the ghosts is really impressive, whether it's moldy peanuts, smelly salmon or moldy cakes full of maggots and wriggling, it's not suitable food for the living."

William said very unappetizing words seriously, and this success made the corners of Lao Deng's mouth twitch slightly.

He had just eaten a large piece of honey cake covered in frosting at the dinner party.

"Luckily, I had predicted that this would happen. So before the party started, I went to the kitchen to have a full meal, and by the way, I put a lot of delicious little cakes in my pocket.

You can know this by asking in the kitchen, and I have to say that the craftsmanship of those elves is really good. ”

"Alright, that's it, Friedrich." Snape interrupted William impatiently, then turned his gaze to Harry.

William's words were always so flawless that he couldn't find fault with them.

"What about you?"

"We're not hungry!" Ron argued loudly, but not the louder it was, the more convincing.

For as soon as he had said this, his stomach rumbled.

What a god assist!

William thought with a wicked look as he heard Ron's stomach speak to his master with some dissatisfaction.

"You're lying, I didn't eat! I'm so hungry! ”

"Obviously, Headmaster, it looks like Friedrich and Potter and his friends were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And what is even more obvious is that for some unknown reason, the Potters did not tell the truth. Snape gave Harry a sinister smile.

He didn't bother William, because Professor Flitwick was looking at him with great dissatisfaction, and he was very unhappy with Snape because of the two of them.

You know, when Professor Flitwick was young, he was also a man with a fiery temper.

"Maybe we should revoke some of his privileges until he tells us what it is. Personally, I think he should be disqualified from Quidditch. ”

Snape's words made Filch nod approvingly, and although Dumbledore denied it in three, the old Squib still thought that Harry had petrified his cat.

However, Snape had apparently forgotten that Professor McGonagall, while fair, was still a Gryffindor at heart, and that Professor McGonagall was an avid Quidditch fan.

"Why, Severus?" Professor McGonagall snapped, and though she could tell, Harry didn't tell the truth, at least not the whole thing.

But when it came to Gryffindor's honor and Gryffindor's Quidditch team, Professor McGonagall stepped up.

"Is there any connection between these two things? The cat wasn't hit in the head by a broomstick. I see no reason why Potter should not be allowed to continue playing, and there is no evidence that Potter has done anything wrong. ”

I didn't see it, Professor McGonagall also had such a hot side, William looked at Professor McGonagall, who spoke amazingly, and then looked at Snape, whose face was gloomy.

He's like a melon-eating crowd now.

It would be nice to have a cold bottle of Butterbeer, William thought with some regret.

Faced with such a vicious incident with the professors in the office, even he couldn't take out a bottle of beer from the magic bag and then cast a freezing spell.

"As long as it's not proven guilty, it's innocent, Severus." Dumbledore said firmly, as he looked deeply at Harry with an inquiring gaze.

Everything that came to mind in Harry Potter's little head should have been seen through by Dumbledore!

William guessed in his heart, after all, for a master of dementorship like Dumbledore, Harry Potter's completely unprotected spirit was simply a picture

Moreover, William was very sure that Old Deng would definitely not leave any mark by doing this, and it was not difficult for a wizard like him to cast the Receptive Mind without a wand and without a sound.

It may be that with just one look, he can detect the secrets hidden by the person across the table.

That's why every time he goes to the principal's office, William is so nervous.

Every time, he did his best to maintain the Occlumency, because if he was not careful, he could be silently peeked into his mind by Dumbledore.

There were so many secrets in his heart that William had to use brain occlusion to build a high wall around these secrets in order not to be discovered by others.

In this way, at least when Dumbledore easily breached the wall, he could detect that something was wrong.