At night, Scott lay in bed and thought carefully about what he had done in the past two days, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there were no mistakes.

Of course, although he believed that he would not be found out, he was not 100% relieved.

After all, this is Hogwarts, and their headmaster is Dumbledore. He couldn't use his shallow experience of only three years of experience with magic to guess the old man who was called the strongest wizard of the century.

But Scott was also curious about one thing. How would Dumbledore react if he knew all the little moves of Jasmine Travers after he entered the school.

Born into a pure-blood family loyal to the Dark Lord, Jasmine Travers is not without a family history as her father, a notorious Death Eater who is still imprisoned in Azkaban.

Also, Travers is much more productive as a daughter than her father, and people are not happy with her father prostrate at the feet of the Dark Lord, and she wants to become a new generation of the Dark Lord herself.

It's a pity.

Scott was sorry that he couldn't see Headmaster Dumbledore's expression.

He also wondered if Dumbledore would be as defensive of a little girl as he was with Tom Riddle in the "original books".

However, he felt that the so-called pure-blood witch group should be no longer in the future, and the professors who knew the truth would definitely focus on these pure-blood witches.

But all this is just his guess, he can't do it accurately, he just needs to wait for the result with peace of mind.

At breakfast time the next day, when Scott arrives in the auditorium with his roommates, he finds all the professors sitting in the faculty seats, including their headmaster, Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore may have news to announce to us." Eddie whispered excitedly, "He must have found the cause of those three girls' illnesses, and I guess they've even cured them!" ”

Scott was noncommittal to Eddie's words.

If it was a magical means that caused the three girls to get sick, he was sure Dumbledore would be able to solve it quickly. But for the virus he brought from the Muggle world, wizards who have always been arrogant to Muggles would not think about it.

So she guessed that there was only one cure available to wizards - to strengthen their constitution with potions or spells, and to rely on their own immunity to defeat the virus in their bodies.

Therefore, the three girls will not be able to be discharged from the hospital in a short time.

As time passed, the students came to the auditorium one after another. All the young wizards sat at the long tables in their own academy and whispered.

It seems that Dumbledore's appearance has driven away the panic, and the students are generally much calmer than they were yesterday.

That's Dumbledore's deterrent.

As long as he's here, it's reassuring.

Ding, ding, ding.

Professor McGonagall tapped the glass three times with a silver spoon.

"Quiet."

Her stern gaze swept away, and the huge auditorium immediately fell silent.

"Ahem."

Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak, when Lockhart, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, suddenly stood up.

"Hello everyone!"

Lockhart grinned, revealing his neat white teeth.

"I've seen a lot of young wizards who aren't in good spirits, and this hurts the most popular professor at Hogwarts, which is me, Professor Lockhart."

Lockhart was still wearing a brightly colored robe, with his head held high and looking confident.

Scott noticed that the other professors in the faculty chair were all looking at Lockhart with indescribable eyes.

Professor Snape, in particular, looked at Lockhart like he was looking at a Flober caterpillar. His face was also very ugly, as if he had seen a hundred Harry Potters smile at him.

Professor McGonagall kept glaring at Headmaster Dumbledore, but Dumbledore stopped talking, and for some reason, he didn't stop Lockhart from speaking.

"I know you're worried about yesterday. But you seem to have forgotten that you don't really have to worry. ”

Lockhart didn't notice the reaction of the other professors at all, and he performed with gusto.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class member of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts League, a five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award - but I don't talk about that, I don't exorcise female ghosts with a smile!"

He repeated his classic line again, then held his head high, as if waiting for the students' reaction.

Yet he was disappointed, and no one screamed or laughed at it, not even his most ardent admirers, who were in no mood to cheer him on at this time.

"He's such a big idiot." Roger cursed under his breath, "That fool who only giggles, doesn't he know that everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to tell us the result!" ”

No one responded, but Lockhart, who was standing in the teacher's seat, was not at all embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I know you're in a bad mood." He pretended to sigh, "But you shouldn't forget, there happens to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts expert in the school at this moment. ”

He spread his hands helplessly, "Yes, and I'm here, what do you have to worry about?" ”

At this he smirked again, "Don't worry, don't worry, little wizards, this matter will be settled soon, I promise you......"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Lockhart, for your statement."

Dumbledore finally stood up, and he clapped softly, nodded to Lockhart, and motioned for him to sit down.

Lockhart's smile was paused for a moment, and then he bowed to Dumbledore in a pretended manner, and when he looked up again, the smile on his face returned to normal.

"I know everybody cares about what happened yesterday."

As Dumbledore began his speech, all the students in the auditorium listened attentively.

"Our Miss Rohr, Miss Avery, and Miss Travert contracted an illness for unknown reasons and ended up at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries."

Dumbledore spoke a little slowly, and the anxious students couldn't help but stretch their necks.

"Unfortunately, we have not been able to find the cause of their disease, and we have not been able to develop a specific treatment plan for the time being."

Hearing this, many students had some panic on their faces.

Dumbledore continued, "But fortunately, none of the three young ladies were in danger of life. St. Mungo's therapists estimate that they will recover after three months with conservative treatment. Together, we will welcome them back to school. ”

"I see! Thanks Merlin! Tears welled up in Milton's eyes again, "I thought ...... Great, it turned out that it was not a fatal disease......"

At this time, many students were cheering. Until Professor McGonagall rang the glass again.

"It's not too bad news, but let's not forget that we still haven't found the cause."

Dumbledore pressed his hands down.

"I still hope that students will remain vigilant, and if anyone finds relevant clues, everyone is welcome to come to me or other professors, I believe that neither me nor other professors will be stingy to give him extra points."