On the third Saturday of September, Gretel was freed.

The new victim uses his life to help Gretel wash away his grievances.

The victim's name is Orne Bernard, a first-year Ravenclaw freshman, a half-breed wizard.

When he heard the name, Gretel was stunned.

He remembered the little boy, the adoring eyes hidden behind his glasses.

In the first week of school, as long as Gretel is present in the common room.

He would come up with a flushed face and ask Gretel, the first in his age, with an excited face, about the problems he encountered in self-study.

Glitter remembers when he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and Mr. Berner shouted hooray and jumped up from his stool in excitement.

Gretel remembers him well, and not just because of his admiration for himself.

It was even more because of Auburner's vision, because of his clear vision of the future crisis of wizards.

At the age of eleven, he can see the truth about the decline of wizards, and is determined to rely on his own efforts to make a difference for the future of wizards.

What a like-minded person.

Glitter was overjoyed, and was bent on taking Orn into his team after a few more years of study.

Who would have thought that after just a week of confinement, what he heard was his death.

Orne Bernard's body was found by the ghost Fat Friar of Hufflepuff.

This poor ghost, his sad cry drew the others.

When they arrived, they saw the Fat Friar stretching out his hand over and over again, trying to take Mr. Bernard's body into his arms.

However, he was just a disembodied ghost, and he could only cover his face and cry helplessly.

If it weren't for the kind Sir Nick who forcibly ripped him away, he would have been able to cry himself until it dissipated.

Poor O'Ernard, because his life force was sucked dry, his originally clear eyes became cloudy.

He shrunk into a small ball, and his withered appearance frightened many wizards.

Professor McGonagall leaned in to look at it, pushing her glasses.

"He must have seen who was doing it.

Even if it was twisted like this, he could still tell the shock from his face, and the identity of that person must have been beyond his expectations.

Dumbledore, we can't wait, we must put martial law and find out the murderer as soon as possible. ”

Before the brooding headmaster could reply, Flitwick's furious voice rushed out.

"Albus Dumbledore, you said you would protect all the students, and now twice, twice."

Professor Flitwick's outstretched fingers trembled.

"Last school year has put all students at risk.

If it weren't for the fact that the man's target was the Philosopher's Stone, it would certainly not be just Harry Potter and Mike Gretel who would have been attacked.

This school year, this kind of thing happened again, what about the magic array you said, what you said is foolproof.

The second life, I had already proposed, let all the little wizards go home first, and let them come back when we settled the matter.

I know that if this leaks out, it may affect Hogwarts admissions next year.

It could even lead to the resignation of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

But so what, as professors, in addition to teaching them knowledge, we also need to keep them safe.

What about you, what about your actions? ”

Professor Flitwick is rarely so angry.

But just look at Orne Bernard's dull, cloudy eyes.

Anger will come like an unstoppable wave.

As Glitter leaves the greenhouse, unwelcome guests visit the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Lucius Malfoy, and the executor from the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, because of your dereliction of duty, there have been two homicides at Hogwarts.

To do this, you'll need to go to the Ministry of Magic to make a case, and in the meantime, on behalf of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, I'll be temporarily removing you from your role as Headmaster. ”

Lucius Malfoy's gray-blue eyes were full of coldness, and he raised his chin lightly.

Dumbledore's hand under the table squeezed the Elder Wand heavily and stood up dejectedly.

Then he walked up to Lucius, who had his head held high.

"Lucius, you'd better not mess around at Hogwarts, I'll keep an eye on this."

Dumbledore's sudden burst of magic pushed everyone out of his office.

"As long as I haven't been officially dismissed, I'll still be the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

In the principal's room, unrelated personnel are not allowed to enter. ”

Dumbledore walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back, and he wanted to explain something to the professors before he left.

The Auror from the Ministry of Magic didn't speak, but just followed with an honest face.

Lucius was left standing in front of the closed door of the headmaster's office, his face blue and red.

——

I don't know who broke the news, but the school board sent someone to drive Dumbledore away.

So, as a representative of the school board, Lucius Malfoy was miserable.

No matter where you go, you can hear the little wizard who passes by you, blurting out the spitting.

The young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, was not spared, and was also angered by everyone because of this incident.

Except for Slytherin, no one welcomed Lucius's arrival.

However, even in the face of this disgusting treatment, Lucius Malfoy still did not choose to quit Hogwarts.

He was like a foraging vulture, searching the castle over and over again under the pretext of patrolling Hogwarts.

No one knew what he was looking for.

Because of Dumbledore's instructions, all the professors ignored his actions, and no one stopped him.

……

As a janitor at Hogwarts, Filch was familiar with everything about Hogwarts.

Lucius found out about the situation and came to the door.

He had expected that the janitor, who had been cared for by Dumbledore for many years, would be honest with him.

Unexpectedly, Filch's attitude was surprisingly enthusiastic.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, if you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask, and I hope you will take care of it in the future."

Filch, who was like a withered tree, had a smirk on his face, which was really uncomfortable.

Lucius didn't feel that way.

Compared to the cold eyes he suffered today, he only felt that Filch's sneer at this time looked so pleasing to the eye.

Of course, he knew that this Squib was scolding him, because because of his status, he had seen too many of them.

But for him, everything doesn't matter, as long as it is useful later, he does not hesitate to leak some sweetness from his fingers to such people.

Lucius lifted his pale, pointed face, picked up his dark golden staff, and gestured in the air.

"I'm looking for a black leather notebook about nine inches long and six inches wide, or rather, a diary, which looks a little shabby, with a triangular silver sleeve in the corner of the cover."

Filch remembered for a long time, shaking his head at Lucius' expectant look.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, I haven't seen you, but if you need it, I can help you find it.

You know, after decades of being a night watchman, no one knows Hogwarts castles better than I do.

I know all the places where things are hidden. ”

Lucius didn't refuse, or rather, he really needed such a helper.

Rumors about the return of the Dark Lord are growing, and he wants to get the notebook back before the Dark Lord returns.

He had regretted stuffing the notebook in Ginny Weasley's crucible since he learned that Ginny Weasley had been attacked and that things had been snatched.

He hadn't slept well for a day.

If I had known, I wouldn't have dealt with this batch of dark magic items, even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to investigate thoroughly, it would have been a big deal to spend more gold gallons.

Now he has to work hard to get things back.

If it weren't for the fear that the Dark Lord would settle accounts in the future, he really wanted to give up looking.

It's just that he didn't notice that the corners of Argus Filch's mouth, who was walking in front, curled up strangely.