The Living Point Map, even if confined to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is not omniscient, as its effect depends on the knowledge and insight of its maker, and only secret passages and secret rooms that the creator has explored will be drawn and displayed on the map.

However, the existence of the secret room has always been just a rumor, except for fifty years ago, it is estimated that only this time it was found and successfully opened, and in addition, even the makers of the living point map are estimated to have not succeeded in finding the existence of the secret room.

Therefore, it is impossible to rely on the map of the living point to find the secret room, because it is the so-called "non-existent place", well, of course, there is still a difference with Avalon. It's just a place that doesn't exist on the map, not a conceptual place that is far from the world.

And it is precisely because of the existence of this secret room that Pei Chen finally thinks of Barty Crouch Jr., who mysteriously disappeared.

I think that guy is probably the culprit who released the basilisk, and only if he has been hiding in the secret room, can he escape the surveillance of the living point map.

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For days on end, the students did not talk about anything other than the attack on Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. No matter who it is, it seems that they have seen the whole process of murder with their own eyes, and everyone is talking about it with a clear eye, a clear outline, and meticulous details. At least twenty or more versions of the "Attack on Gilderoy Lockhart" were circulating in the castle, and rumors were rife everywhere.

This made Pei Chen very addicted when he heard about it, and even deliberately found a small notebook to record the various versions of the story he heard in detail. He plans to give him this little book as material after Gilderoy Lockhart recovers, and see if he will add another bestseller to the Gilderoy Lockhart series.

For example, the title of a book like "Gilderoy Lockhart and the Chamber of Secrets" is very interesting, and it will definitely sell well at home and abroad, and be well-known in the wizarding world!

Professors can't do anything about this situation, they can't ban students from discussing such issues, right? You must know that people are rebellious, and the more they are not allowed to do things, the more they have to do it. Coaxing not to go and going backwards, a slut is hypocritical.

If they were really forbidden to discuss such a thing, then the only result could only be that when they woke up the next day, they found that more than a dozen newer versions of the "truth" had appeared, and it was likely that they were also arranged to make a cameo in it......

And they also have their own things to worry about.

The same was true of Dumbledore, for example - who was to continue teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts?

Gilderoy Lockhart's record of kneeling in just over a week obviously frightened most of the good wizards who were interested in the position, and those who were not afraid of death seemed to be dead, and those who did not die had some accidents. But it obviously takes a long time for the mandrake to mature, at least by the end of the school year, when he doesn't have a chance to wake up.

But the course can't be stopped, there is still a full semester left, is it true that the students are going to waste half a school year without learning Defence Against the Dark Arts? Although Dumbledore felt that they could not learn anything at all, the attitude and position did make it clear, if he really wanted to stop the course, if nothing else, the Ministry of Magic would be the first to disagree.

Dumbledore paced back and forth in his office, his brow furrowed.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face relaxed, as if he had thought of a solution.

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"What a trouble, if you want me to say just go into the secret room, and kill little Barty Crouch with that strange snake, can you use such a careful net?"

Pei Chen muttered dissatisfiedly, and looked out the window at the same time. Christmas is just around the corner, and it's already mid-December. Hogwarts School wakes up from a dream to find that it is covered with several feet of snow and that the lake is covered with hard ice. Several owls flew through the snowy skies to deliver their mail, and they had to regain their strength under Hagrid's care before they could continue to take off.

Everyone can't wait to take the holiday, even Pei Chen.

Although the common rooms and auditoriums of each courtyard were blazing with fires, the windswept corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms were rattling in the cold wind. A few beauties of all sizes who used to want to wear less to show their figures, but now one by two they are wrapping themselves tightly, and they are extremely bloated.

"It's Christmas...... It's a pity that I really didn't feel any festive spirit at all! Pei Chen tapped on his forehead and hesitated for a while, unsure if he was going to prepare a Christmas gift, because even he wasn't sure who had a better relationship with him and could give gifts to each other.

If you give it to someone yourself, but others don't give you a gift in return, wouldn't it be very shameless?!

"Hermione counts as one...... Harry and Ron, barely two, but risky...... In the case of Autumn Zhang, it should be possible...... Dumbledore is undoubtedly one, and no matter how much the old fox doesn't like you, he will at least make enough of the superficial courtesy......"

Slowly counting the number of gifts he needed to prepare, Pei Chen's face twitched, and he felt upset. This kind of thing that I don't know much about is really the most troublesome, and who knows which one is my friend?

"Alas, forget it, let's prepare a copy!"

He sighed and stood up, ready to close the window so that the cold wind would not pour in, only to find that something seemed to be going on downstairs.

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To be honest, Harry really didn't want to go back to Privet for Christmas.

When Professor McGonagall came over to register the list of students who were staying on campus for the holidays last week, Harry signed it almost immediately. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all, because it was probably the best Christmas of his life.

Even Ron and his two twin brothers were ready to stay, as the Weasleys were traveling to Romania to visit Charlie and had no time to take care of them at home.

But that didn't mean he would put up with Malfoy's taunts, much to his annoyance. However, because he was in Potions class, Harry could only let himself ignore them, and there was no real conflict. Having to take a class in an underground classroom in such temperatures was torture in itself, and with a word from Snape, he couldn't have imagined it.

So after the Potions lesson, Harry left the basement classroom as fast as he could, but before they could get far they found that the corridor in front of them was blocked by a large fir tree.

When they saw the two big feet sticking out from under the tree, and heard the loud snoring, they knew that behind the tree must be the sea.

"Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?" Ron asked, sticking his head out between the branches.

"No, I can do it, thank you, Ron." Hagrid replied angrily, his unkempt head sticking out from behind the tree. "But if you can, can you go and help me bring the new professor to the principal's office? I can't leave now......"

New professor? A few people were stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly came to their senses, since the night Quirrell hung up, it has not been a month, and they seem to have changed two professors in a row! It's a terrible thing.

Perhaps remembering the misfortunes of beloved Professor Lockhart, little Hermione's eyes reddened slightly, and she became sullen. Harry and Ron glanced at each other, their eyes full of pity for the new professor. In their eyes, the professor was almost doomed, but the time was uncertain.

"Okay, Hagrid, we'd love to help you, but where's the new professor?" Harry said cheerfully.

"Oh, thank you so much, Harry." Hagrid hurriedly said, "He's just waiting at the platform outside the school castle, and to be honest I didn't expect him to come so soon...... All you have to do is see him and bring him in......"

Saying that, Hagrid smiled bitterly for some reason, and said, "Harry, you should know about the arrival of Dementors in Hogwarts, they are guarding all the passages of the school, and even the Floo Network has been temporarily suspended by the Ministry of Magic, just to catch Sirius Black's miscellaneous ......"

Harry noticed that for some reason, Hagrid was not only grim when he spoke of "Sirius Black", but also gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to eat the owner of the name alive. His heart moved slightly, and he remembered what Professor Lyle had said to him, could it really be related to himself?

“…… No outsiders are allowed to come in or go out without the guarantor of the school staff. I should have brought the new professor to my cabin first, but as you know, I have Noble in my house - oh, you don't know it yet, it's the name of the little fellow, which I decided on last night. Noble can't let anyone know, so I can only ask you. ”

"Okay, Hagrid, I'll help you." Harry nodded in agreement, but his face turned pale at the thought of the Dementors. He really didn't understand, even now that he remembered it, he still felt weak and powerless, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he had just recovered from a terrible flu.

Everyone else is fine, why is he scared like this?

Also, what the hell is the screaming in the mist? Faintly, Harry always felt that it was very, very important information for himself.

He hesitated, looked at Hagrid, and asked a question, "By the way, Hagrid, what's the name of the new professor?" ”

“…… His name, his name...... Remus John Lupin -- Professor Lupin, you can call him that when you see him. Hagrid's face twitched slightly, as if he remembered something sad or touched something, and Harry saw that there was obvious sadness and mourning in his big black eyes, "Harry, you have to respect him, understand?" ”

"Why?"

"Because...... He was a good friend of your father. The kind that is as close as a brother. Hagrid opened his mouth and said something at the end.

"What?" Harry was shocked, his father's best friend? Only then did he remember that he didn't seem to know much about his parents all along.

Harry wanted to ask, but Hagrid obviously didn't want to say more, and there were so many students in the hallway that the aisle became crowded, and the three of them couldn't stay stuck here.

Harry pondered, and with his two friends, he hurried in the direction of the platform outside the castle.