Roger walked in the front, leading the way for his friends, until he stopped when he reached the place where there was a lone stone monster in the corridor on the seventh floor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Here we are. The boy pointed to the monster and said to the three Harry.

"Cockroach piles?" Hermione said uncertainly.

The stone monster jumped to the side, the wall behind it splitting in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

Roger, Hermione, Harry, and Little Ginny stepped up one after another, and as the stairs swirled in circles, they rose higher and higher, until they finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with its brass knocker.

Roger didn't knock on the door, just reached out and pushed it open and walked in.

Dumbledore wasn't there, and on the slender legged table facing the doorway, there were many strange pieces of silverware, spinning and belching out small puffs of smoke.

Portraits of the former headmasters sit in frames and sleep with their heads lazily leaning back in their armchairs.

One of the portraits stood up from his chair, stretched out his arms, and let out a long yawn as he looked at them with small piercing eyes.

Harry and the others looked curiously at the facilities in the room, while Roger looked at the tall gilded perch behind the door, with a tray of soft ash underneath.

The big crimson bird stood on it, its golden paws clasping its perch, and its golden tail of a peacock's tail feathers was about to hang down to the floor.

Roger's eyes lit up, and he walked to Dumbledore's desk in a few steps, grabbed a vial, and approached the big bird with a hypocritical face.

The phoenix tilted its head, and its two shiny black eyes looked curiously at the boy who came by, and its long, sharp golden beak opened and closed in a pleasant whisper.

Roger slowly and carefully reached the vial to the side of the big bird's head, and stroked its brilliant feathers with his other hand with bad intentions.

"Chirp ......" A high-pitched phoenix cry, the big bird spread its wings, slapped the boy next to him before he had time to start, and then circled above the room and flew out of the open window.

At this time, the office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in, looking at Roger lying on the ground with interesting eyes: "The phoenix is a very intelligent animal, usually they have a good memory, you plucked one of its tail feathers last year, I think it should not have forgotten." ”

Roger chuckled dryly and put the bottle back in place.

"Professor—" Harry was eager to say something, but was gently interrupted by the Headmaster.

"Stop for a moment... I think it's going to be a long story, so let's sit down and talk slowly," Deng said, sitting down on the high-backed chair behind the table, and there were four more chairs behind them: "After all, we should be more considerate of the physical condition of the elderly......

Dumbledore sat down and opened the carton on the table, picked up a candy and put it in his mouth, chewing contentedly, the beard on his mouth trembling with a trembling face: "Well, two of them? a gift from Lady Frum of Duke Bee, she always remembers what I like to eat." ”

Roger grabbed it unceremoniously, and the distressed old Deng's eyelids jumped, but fortunately the other three politely declined.

Dumbledore closed the candy box, "Now, I think you should have a lot to explain for me......"

Harry, who had been brewing for a long time, couldn't wait to tell the story as it was. He spoke for about a quarter of an hour, and Old Deng listened very carefully.

He spoke of the discorporeal, ghostly voice he heard on Halloween Eve, the dark shadow he saw, and how Roger told them to go to the professor when the snake suddenly appeared in the bathroom, and how the basilisk suddenly crawled out......

Harry kept talking, his voice hoarse.

"I'm curious, how did you know that the entrance to the secret room was in the girls' bathroom on the third floor?" Old Deng stared at Harry with his light blue penetrating gaze, and the story was described in fits and starts, with a lot of things missing in between.

The little savior hesitated, for he had avoided mentioning Riddle's diary and mentioning Ginny...... After all, Roger said he had burned Riddle's diary... How do they prove that Tom Riddle forced her to do all these things?

Harry instinctively turned his gaze to his friend, and Ginny took a few deep breaths and mustered up the courage to tell the diary all the story.

From discovering the diary all the way to feeling that something was wrong with herself, to the last amnesia in the bathroom.

"Oh... Three assaults, four victims, and you've done enough to get you fired several times, Miss Weasley. Dumbledore said.

Ginny's head lowered, and Hermione grew out in horror, "But the professor ......"

"However, I believe what you say," said Old Deng, looking at the surprised girls, and continued with a smile, "I think Mr. Collins is hiding something from his friends...... Voldemort's name as a student was Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, at Hogwarts, I taught him personally. ”

"You mean, that's Voldemort's diary?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Yes, he was arguably the best student Hogwarts had ever had...... It's a pity that the magic item has been destroyed......" Dumbledore said softly, and glanced at Roger meaningfully, as if to see through all the secrets in his heart.

"Well, what a pity...... There is not even a residue left of the burned...... "Roger didn't eat his set, and lied seriously: "If I had known that it was Voldemort's stuff earlier, I would have left the diary for anything, and if I was in a good mood, I would have scolded the Dark Lord a few words, and if I was in a bad mood, he would have taken a political class, and maybe he could have corrected Voldemort's distorted three views." ”

Dumbledore looked at the boy for a moment, the tips of his ten slender fingers touching together, not saying anything, but motioning for them to continue.

Ignoring Ginny's concerns, Harry added that he was afraid that the girl would be innocently expelled and concealed the truth, which led to Dumbledore's expulsion and Hagrid's capture, and when he came back from the Christmas break to hear the news, he decided to make amends and tell the professors about the secret room, but when he went to investigate, there was an accident.

"No, Harry, you've done better than most people in that situation," Old Deng looked at him with a glint in his eyes, "And I want to thank you for everything you've done for me... I was very impressed. ”

Under Dumbledore's gaze, the three of them smiled unnaturally, and Roger stretched out his hand to the headmaster with a big grin: "Since you are grateful, just verbal expression seems insincere......