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Benjamin sighed in rejoice, he didn't have much respect for this professor, who obviously didn't have much real skills.

Filch continued to express his grief at the loss of Lady Loris. After thinking of Filch's experience, Benjamin immediately sympathized with the man in front of him.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a nervous expression.

He was worried that Dumbledore would fire him.

Harry suddenly thought about his future, selling tractors in the countryside of London. Maybe he should have a good relationship with Benjamin now, he has money at home, maybe he can buy a few more.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, seeing Harry's fugue expression.

"What, how many tractors do you want? no," Harry immediately waved his hand awkwardly, "I mean I'm a little nervous right now. But we're innocent, right, I shouldn't be nervous. ”

Benjamin shook his head when he heard this, not knowing whether to say that Harry was innocent or cute.

In view of Dumbledore's usual maintenance of Harry, Benjamin really didn't think that this old man would stupidly believe Filch.

At this time, Dumbledore whispered something strange, a spell that Benjamin had not heard before. He tapped Lady Loris with his wand, but there was no response: Lady Loris lay there stiff, like a freshly made specimen.

“...... I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadougou (the capital of the African country of Burkina Faso)," Lockhart said earnestly, not forgetting his charming smile, "and a series of attacks that are detailed in my autobiography." At that time, I provided all kinds of amulets to the common people, and the problem was solved at once......"

"The professor is amazing. Hermione showed her starry eyes, and Ron deliberately gaged on the sidelines.

As Lockhart spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded their heads in agreement. One of them even carried a hairnet.

"Do you think it's dead?" Benjamin didn't quite know what Dumbledore was calling them for a tea party around a cat?

"It's not dead, Filch. Dumbledore whispered, looking like he was replying to Benjamin's question, and Draco shrugged helplessly.

Lockhart was counting how many murders he had prevented, when he suddenly stopped.

"Not dead?" said Filch, choking up, looking at Lady Loris through his fingers, "and why is it all over—all body stiff, as if it were frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said ("Ah! I think so too!", Lockhart added), "but I don't know exactly what happened......" Dumbledore muttered.

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry. He apparently hadn't completely given up his testimony against Harry.

"There's no way a sophomore can do that," Dumbledore said firmly, "it requires the deepest dark arts—"

"But, but," Filch suddenly ducked to the ground, his fingers scraping the ground hard, tears falling quietly from Filch's eyes, which seemed to be forever filled with anger.

When Filch realized that there were still students around, he lowered his head vigorously and wiped away all his tears. "I should have known that Benjamin is a kid who doesn't lie. (Draco looks at Benjamin speechlessly, and makes a tsk-tut.) ）

Hermione squeezed Ron's hand hard in her voice, a tremor in her voice.

"I think Filch is so pathetic, but who is going to deal with his cat? It's cruel!"

Ron shook his head, though he sympathized with Filch, but the thought of letting himself scrub the trophy over and over again in the prize room faded again.

"Who the hell did it!" Filch suddenly thought of the writing on the wall, and he rushed in front of Harry, shaking Harry's body vigorously, "Then you must know who wrote on the wall, right?

"I don't know much, Mr. Filch. Harry's face looked extremely weak, but Dumbledore was quick to stop Filch. "When we arrived, it was already written on it. Moreover, I have no idea at all what the goal of the above is to be cleaned. ”

Some instinct told Harry that he could definitely tell he heard a certain voice.

"Headmaster, may you let me say a word," Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Professor Snape stepped forward, his smile hidden in the shadows, sending shivers down the shoulders of the three Gryffindors.

Instead, Draco stepped aside and quietly told Benjamin Science, "All I know is that the target of the Successor should be the Mudbloods (both Muggle wizards to parents) and Squibs. Pure-blood wizards like us are safe. ”

"Do you know a lot?" asked Benjamin, curious about it.

"I'm okay, not very much. Draco whispered, "I'll talk about it when I get back!"

Harry looked at Snape and his mood hit rock bottom. Apparently Snape could not have spoken for him.

Dumbledore nodded, motioning for Snape to continue.

"Perhaps, Potter and his friends just shouldn't have been in that place at that time," Snape said, his lips twisting into a sneer, as if he were deeply skeptical, "but we did encounter a series of suspicions. Why on earth did they go to the hallway up there, why didn't they go to the Halloween party?"

Draco looked at Benjamin appreciatively, and he clearly felt that Benjamin's decision to let them blend in with the crowd was brilliant. At least he believed Professor Snape and would never mention that he and Benjamin didn't show up.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to explain that they had gone to the death party. "There are hundreds of ghosts who can prove that we are there - and two seniors......"

Benjamin Draco involuntarily took a step back.

"But after that, why not come to the banquet?" said Snape, his dark eyes glistening in the candlelight. "Why did you go to the hallway up there?"