Tom had his wand in his hand, his plans had been disrupted, and he knew he shouldn't hesitate at this time, but he didn't know what to do with this unusual book spirit.

"Don't go yet." Xijing had to save her image, she sobbed slightly, looked at him with a little complaint and a little sadness.

Tom sent the basilisk back to the chamber, the sink closed back to normal, and he hurried out of the bathroom.

It wasn't long before someone heard the cries for help, including Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was worried about something when he saw the mirror looking hurried, especially since she and Tom Riddle were very close. Tom had personally picked up Hogwarts from Wood Orphanage, and he had an indescribable affection for the child, despite all his manners, grades, and relationships.

But sometimes, there will always be some suspicions about him, some unfounded suspicions that are very probable.

Hearing the cry for help, I rushed to the girls' bathroom, and as soon as I came in, I saw Oliver Humbe who had fallen at the door and had no signs of life, and then walked in and saw Myrtle and Professor Lin, Myrtle's eyes were destroyed At this time, half of her face was bloodstained, and she hugged Professor Lin's arm tightly because she was afraid, but Professor Lin seemed to be unconscious.

Oliver and the other boys often laugh at and bully Myrtle, so at first he thinks that there may be a fight between the two students, Oliver injures Myrtle's eye, and Myrtle uses the death curse.

Strangely, there is no trace of a curse here.

"Professor Lin." Dumbledore's brow furrowed as he walked over to the mirror to try to wake her up.

Xijing woke up slowly, his eyes were a little confused, and he gradually regained consciousness.

Dumbledore asked tentatively, "Do you know what's going on here?" ”

As he spoke, he placed a withdrawal spell on the students in the neighborhood, and used the magic element to notify the principal and the other professors.

"I ...... Not sure ......" Xijing shook his head slowly, frowning very sadly. Dancing Chinese

The people from St. Mungo's Hospital soon arrived, and Myrtle was taken to the hospital for treatment, while Oliver was declared incurable and dead.

The doctor did not publicly explain the cause of death, but glanced at Dumbledore.

"Maybe it's the dark arts we don't know." Principal Duppert guessed, "There's a reason for carrying me to my office." ”

The doctor nodded.

Dumbledore looked at the mirror and said, "Professor Lin, if you can, can you please come too?" ”

"Yes." Xijing nodded and replied timidly.

The students watched from afar and didn't dare to approach, so many professors were there, in case they walked over and watched and were deducted points.

All they knew was that something must have happened in the bathroom, that Myrtle had been picked up by St. Mungo's Hospital, her face covered in blood, and that a student had been carried to the principal's office covered with a white cloth.

Apparently, someone died.

In the headmaster's office stood Principal Deapert, Professors Dumbledore, Kettleburn, Slughorn, Sprout, and the newly appointed Professor Lin of the Oriental Magic Theory class.

Oliver's body was placed on the ground, and the professors looked solemn.

Dumbledore looked at the mirror and said, "Professor Lin, you were there, were you?" ”

"Yes...... I heard some voices rushing over. ”

Dumbledore nodded and said, "That's right, I see you're in a hurry to go over there, do you know something?" ”