Joel spent the rest of the night thinking about the diary.

Based on his observations last night, the probability that Malfoy was in possession of Riddle's diary was very small, and now Lockhart was the subject of suspicion.

But how did Lockhart get Riddle's diary?

Joel was puzzled, but it wasn't good news, with Lockhart's strength, if you added Riddle's diary, Joel couldn't restrain him at all.

I slept groggily until the next morning, when I was woken up by Haylis.

Her head ached, Joel drank two glasses of ice water, and her symptoms finally eased slightly, and Haylis got up early, had already washed up, and was sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag, with a hairstring in her mouth, and her slender fingers wandering through the black hair, as if she were dancing a wonderful dance.

The sun had not yet risen, most of the classmates around him were still asleep, and in the dimly lit auditorium, Joel looked at Haylis in her ponytail, feeling that time was so long, and he wished that time would stand still forever.

"What do you want me to do?" Haylis grabbed her hair with one hand and took the hair cord off with the other, "You're not going to wash yet?" After a while, everyone will be up, and the public bathroom will definitely be packed. ”

Joel struggled to crawl out of the warm sleeping bag, looked at Haylis's already tied ponytail, and stepped forward to tug at it, smooth and bouncy, and felt good.

Half-embarrassed and half-delighted, Haylis fought back, but Joel dodged away.

With no toiletries, Joel left the bathroom in a hurry.

Thanks to his youth and strength, Joel recovered well from his ankle injury, and was now able to trot, walk around the Black Lake with Hayris, breathe in the fresh air for a while, and chat by the way, and when the sun rises and they return to the auditorium, the sleeping bags are all gone, and the four house tables are neatly arranged, and breakfast is placed on them.

As Haylis expected, the entrance to the public bathroom on the first floor was crowded with students, and Lockhart and Professor Sprout were helping to maintain order.

In the center of the teacher's seat sat Dumbledore, his face was pale, in stark contrast to his previous amiable appearance, fortunately, the founder of the American School of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the descendants of Slytherin are quite related (the founder of Ilvermorny Aesop Sayll's mother was surnamed Gaunt before marriage), she left a portrait in the British Ministry of Magic, and Sprout asked Headmaster Evra (the 18th century Headmaster of Hogwarts, he also kept a portrait in the British Ministry of Magic) to pass the news back and forth, so as to inform himself on the other side of the ocean.

At 7:50, all the students sat in their seats, even the elective professors.

Dumbledore tapped his cup and stood up with his hands raised.

"I think it's clear to all of you that there was a vicious wounding incident at Hogwarts Castle last night," Dumbledore said in a heavy tone, "Gryffindor's first-year student Ginny Weasley was petrified, and the librarian, Lady Pince, was seriously injured. ”

"This incident must have caused you a lot of panic, and this morning, I will be discussing with the ten school directors whether or not to continue classes this school year," Dumbledore said, "and I ask you to stay in the Great Hall today and not go out." ”

Even the Griffondox, who have always been lively and active, did not raise objections this time, joking, their elementary school sister is still lying in the medical wing, life and death do not know, how can they be in the mood to play.

For the first time in his life, the auditorium during the meal was so quiet that there was no sound of talking from ear to ear, only the crisp sound of sporadic cutlery colliding with each other.

Half an hour later, Professor Dumbledore left the auditorium and headed to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

"I don't want to go home......," Alan cried, he had come to Hogwarts to take refuge, his family had always asked him to inherit the family business and sell Bibi beans all over the world, but he preferred to be an ordinary potion developer.

"Who's to say it's not," Eddie sighed, his family was in good financial condition, but he was reluctant to use magic at Hogwarts, "I won't be at home for most of the year, my mother will nagging me to death." ”

At nine o'clock in the morning, ten school trustees arrived at the principal's office through Floo.com, saying that they were ten directors, who were actually the trustees of the families behind their respective families, and of course, most of the time the patriarch held the position.

Dumbledore cast a subtle summoning spell, conjuring a long table and eleven chairs out of thin air, filling the rest of the office.

"Albus, is there something big going on?" A middle-aged balding man with very serious dark circles coughed twice and asked softly, "I struggled for a long time to get out of bed." ”

"If you could be less immersed in women, you might be more energetic, Mr. Rozier." The Greengrass family master said coldly.

"What's the point of living like that," Rozier waved his hand, "you say yes, Albus?" ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the reason for calling the Directors today is that there was a very serious injury accident at Hogwarts......" Dumbledore tapped on the table, focusing the attention of the ten directors on himself, detailing the recent incident at Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore, it's just such a trivial matter, and you're going to close the school?" Lucius Malfoy said in disbelief, "This doesn't look like you're doing it. ”

"Lucius, some of the students have been injured...... Dumbledore sighed.

"It's just a student who is injured," Lucius struggled to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, not wanting others to experience his pleasure, "What's her name, Ginny Weasley?" ”

He saw Dumbledore nod and continued, "She can be cured, right?" ”

The ten directors looked at each other, and Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before nodding, "When the mandrake matures at the turn of spring and summer next year, you can prepare potions to revive students." ”

"Isn't that enough?" Lucius didn't want Hogwarts to stop there, he wanted to remove Dumbledore from the headmaster's position, a student was petrified and a staff member was injured, this kind of "small" accident wanted to get Dumbledore out of class is nonsense.

"Listen to Albus," Lucius said to a more intimate title, "why did our ten families choose you to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts in the first place?" ”

Dumbledore looked puzzled at the right time.

"It's because we trust your strength very much!" Lucius then said, "This little thing must be handled perfectly with your strength. ”

"That's right," Mr. Rozier agreed, "we just put a sum of money into the school every year to keep Hogwarts running, and you can take care of the rest, Albus, right?" ”

The other eight school directors nodded in agreement, they didn't want Hogwarts to stop operating, these ten families controlled half of the wizarding economy, if Hogwarts was temporarily closed, it would definitely cause panic among the parents of the students, and deal a certain blow to the economy of the British wizarding world, and at that time, it might lose how many gold gallons would be lost.

"Also, Albus, are you sure the Chamber of Secrets exists?" The head of the Selwyn family, who had been silent for a long time, asked, "I mean...... Is this accident just a gimmick borrowed from the secret room to cause panic? ”

"I don't rule it out," Dumbledore muttered for two seconds, "I don't know if there is a secret room, I'm afraid only Mr. Slytherin knows the answer to this question in this world." ”

"Alright," Lucius pretended to be broad-minded, "Albus, Hogwarts is safe and secure with you, and we and the parents of the students are reassured. ”

This was the end of the conversation, with all ten directors disagreeing to close Hogwarts on the grounds that the situation was under control and there was no need to make a big move.

It was nearly noon, Dumbledore invited the ten trustees to dine in the auditorium, and several of the school directors who were in a hurry refused to leave, leaving only Rozier, Selwyn, and Malfoy, and there happened to be empty seats in the faculty chair - Professor Flitwick had not yet returned.

The house-elves magically brought sumptuous dishes to the table, and the students in the audience sat precariously, all eyes on Professor Dumbledore, and no one glanced at the steaming delicacies on the table.

There are worries, there are fears, there are anxieties...... Dumbledore took in the children's emotions and stood up.

"Students," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, although he was still worried, but he didn't want to pass on this negative emotion to the students present, "After consulting with the ten school trustees, we have decided to let the teaching of Hogwarts continue, including the Quidditch match. ”

There were no students cheering in the audience, only two or three people whispering to each other.

Dumbledore's smile continued, "I believe that the vicious events will be under our control, and starting tomorrow, next Monday, Mr. Filch will seal off the non-essential areas of the castle; Curfew is brought forward to 8 p.m., and weekends are no exception; At the same time, the deans and prefects of our four colleges will give full play to the role of supervision and care, and students in the corridor must have more than two people traveling together to ensure safety; We will also concentrate the classrooms on the lower floors to make it easier for students to get to and from class. ”

These measures completely calmed the tension of the Hogwarts students, and despite the hurtful incidents, many of the students still believed in Dumbledore, a hundred-year-old man who could do anything in their eyes.

The students who let go of their worries finally enjoy their food with peace of mind, and the auditorium became noisy again.

The professors and trustees in the faculty seats also moved the utensils.

"It's the first time I've sat in this seat to eat, and the dishes you give to the teachers are really different, and they are much better than the ones eaten by the students below." "The last time I sat at a Slytherin table was twenty-five years ago, and it's been a nostalgic seven years. ”

"We have to take care of the taboo preferences of the professors in the faculty chair," Dumbledore explained to the school manager, who was only spending money and not running the business, "plus there are fewer people in the faculty chair, and the elves will cook more delicately." ”

Rozier and Dumbledore knew each other very well, and Dumbledore was happy to chat with him, although Mr. Rozier was not the richest member of the school board, but he was very keen on education and was willing to spend money at Hogwarts.

If a student from the Muggle world wants to return to the Muggle world to continue his studies in the Muggle world after seven years of magical education, then the Rozier Education Company is responsible for completing all the admission letters, letters of introduction, etc.

"Anyway, the quality of Hogwarts students over the years is good." Rozier's dark circles glanced down and said coldly.

"What do you mean by that?" Even Lucius was stunned when he said this, Hogwarts is still good or bad? How did he not know?

"There are more and more handsome guys and beauties," Rozier is very cheerful and open-minded, and he is generous, and there is nothing wrong with him, but he is lustful, "I see that there are many beautiful girls in Ravenclaw College." ”

"That little black-haired girl has an appetite for me." Rozier raised his hand and pointed to the next man in the field.

"Rozier, you'd better be careful what you say," said Mr. Selwyn, grimly, "that's my daughter." ”

"Ahh Rozier was a little surprised, "The last time I saw her, she was still a little small, and she was really a female college student." ”

"Hmph," said Mr. Selwyn, a tsundere, "Rozier, you'd better be careful, don't die in bed one day without anyone collecting your body." ”

The Rozier family has no heirs, and it is rumored that the current head of the family, Rost Rozier, was unrequited in love with a young lady when he was in school, and he once confessed in public but could not ask for it, and the other party got married after graduation, and did not give him a chance at all, and as a result, Rozier became more and more decadent because of his love, and his body was overdrawn at the age of forty-two.

"Heh, don't say I'm a dead tsundere," Rozier fought back without hesitation, "I don't think it's bad for your daughter to learn from your early love." ”

A layer of frost hung over Mr. Selwyn's elegant and easy-going face, "What did you say?" ”

"Look at Hayley and the boy across from her," Rozier stared at Haylis for a while, "Don't look at the fact that the two don't have any physical contact at all, but their eyes are touching, and the sparks and lightning are definitely expected." ”

Mr. Selwyn's eyes lit up, and he spat out expletive, "Fart you, you can see my daughter's eyes ten meters away?" I suggest you go to the Quidditch League as a referee, it will be fair and impartial. ”

That being said, Mr. Selwyn hastily cleared the food from his plate, got up and left the table to face his daughter Helis.

"I told you to study hard, have you worked hard during this time?" Mr. Selwyn took on a questioning tone.

Haylis' hand holding the fork paused, then put down the cutlery and stood up.

"I'm studying, father." She replied softly.

In Joel's point of view, Hylis's thin eyelashes, which are as thick as crow feathers, trembles slightly, the corners of her mouth are tightly pursed, and her eyebrows are introverted, he has been with Helis for several years, and he knows that this micro-expression represents that his girlfriend is very unhappy.

But before he could think about it, Mr. Selwyn had already turned his gaze away, and his eagle-sharp gaze was fixed on Joel's face, as if he wanted to peck a large hole in Joel's face.

Is this meeting with parents?

Joel secretly said that the future father-in-law seemed to be very dissatisfied with his first impression, which was not good news.