"Alright, shut up." Professor McGonagall's grim gaze swept over all the young wizards present.

Especially Owen, and the unsavory troublemakers in her own college.

"He's not dead, he's just petrified." The professor said solemnly.

"Petrification?"

Professor McGonagall's words made everyone's tense hearts relax a little.

At this time, in the crowd, a white-bearded old man squeezed over.

With Lockhart.

"Oh my God! He is." Lockhart's eyes widened in horror, and his face changed in a matter of minutes.

He looked around and said in a mournful tone, "Oh, I'm sorry. ”

"The death of a young life is always heartbreaking."

"It's a pity we weren't there, if I was—"

"You're the one that's hanging!" Owen took over the conversation and forcibly interjected.

"Albus—" Professor McGonagall, no longer able to entangle with Owen or Lockhart, the new scarlet letters on the wall tingling her eyes.

It reminded her that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened many years ago. (The old version of the premise is that Professor McGonagall was not born at the time, but Aunt Law was obviously a book-eater, and the Fantastic Beasts setting is still used here.) ）

One student died that year, and Hogwarts almost closed.

Now that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again—it's hard to imagine what will happen next.

"I know, Minerva." Professor Dumbledore's expression was also a little grim, "Maybe we should talk in the office, right here for you." ”

"Severus, send that kid to Mrs. Bobby, she'll have a way."

With that, he turned and walked away, maintaining a cold and mysterious aura from beginning to end.

The little wizards were dazed on their faces.

Eventually, driven by several professors, they scattered.

Over the next few days, Hogwarts seemed to be calm again.

The petrified little wizard was also rescued.

However, he himself had no memory of how he had been attacked.

Professor Dumbledore said that he must have had some of his memories erased.

Deleted part of the memory!!

Sounds even more evil!

When this kind of thing comes out of the headmaster's mouth, the red flag it sends is absolutely top-notch.

Everyone became cautious, as if some evil wizard was hiding in a castle they knew all too well.

Ahem-oh-sorry, but there's one.

A week later, Halloween approached.

Hermione, who had been searching for the library to no avail, and her two young henchmen.

With heavy steps, he made his way to Hagrid's hut.

The castle is too oppressive these days and they need to relax and unwind.

In the distance, they saw what appeared to be three men in front of the hut who were loudly plotting something.

As they approached, the figures of the three men gradually became clear.

Snape, Professor Dumbledore, and Hagrid.

"Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened."

Snape stood in the open mountains, his voice sharpened, his tone still the same, full of mockery.

But at this time, Harry and the others were a little very happy.

A few people hid behind the huge pumpkin next to the hut, poked their heads out, and watched quietly.

If Snape were the kind of soft-spoken people, they might not hear anything.

- After all, the autumn wind in October is a bit noisy.

"I didn't do it. I've never opened a Slytherin chamber! Hagrid yelled angrily.

"I'm a Gryffindor student!!"

But while he was angry, he felt a little fear.

Because he knew who had opened the Chamber of Secrets last time.

This is also what he only found out after the man revealed his bloodline, and it was he who opened the secret room back then.

"A student died back then, but what about now?" Snape said in his standard sarcastic tone: "Since that Owen Sanchez entered the school, has the school been stable for a day in the past two years?" I see your Headmaster is coming to the end of his seat, Dumbledore. ”

"We all know who that man was back then and who it was last year, Severus." Dumbledore paused and slowly talked about the past: "I suspected that he opened the secret room, but I have no evidence. ”

"Because you were busy falling in love with Grindelwald at the time?" Snape sneered, "Maybe you don't know how much bad things you say about you behind your back, that precious student Owen. ”

"Bad words?" The old principal was stunned, "What bad words?" ”

"That's a bad word?"

He sighed, "I did put all my energy into Gellert at the time, and I couldn't do enough with Tom. ”

"Well, no one wants to know your love history." Snape flicked his black robe, his eagle-like eyes, and quickly swept the large pumpkin field in front of him, "The question is what we should do!" ”

"The news can't be suppressed, and people from the Ministry of Magic will come to Hogwarts to investigate."

"Hagrid—hehe."

"They won't tell you the evidence."

Snape's cold face drew a heavy mockery, "A Gryffindor would be the heir of Slytherin, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard." ”

"Okay, now all we can do is to face it calmly and inform the prefects of each academy that the little wizard is forbidden to act alone recently!" Dumbledore said helplessly, as if he had no idea.

For a moment, he seemed to be several years older.

With that, after saying goodbye to Hagrid, the two turned around and walked in the direction of the castle.

Before leaving, Snape glanced back at the pumpkin patch.

Ron's ass is still hanging outside!

"It's hard to imagine that such a stupid plan could have been devised by the greatest wizard of all, Dumbledore." He spoke contemptuously, expressing deep disdain for being involved in this stupid game.

"But in fact, I think it's the most appropriate plan." Professor Dumbledore had already removed his serious disguise, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"There is no danger, and the little wizards can be trained, but poor Owen's child has to work hard for a while."

"Him?" Snape sneered, "He'd love to do this, just to cause trouble in the open." ”

"Maybe, but the current crisis is still too small, a petrification charm and a levitation charm, plus some illusion charms can't stop those naughty children."

"We need more intensity."

"The current crisis is not enough to get them on their nerves."

"What do you want to do?" Snape asked, turning his head.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic official coming to the school tomorrow to investigate?" Dumbledore looked out over the mountains, the cold wind whistling the branches. The greenery has faded.

Even Liu, who escaped the beating this year, took off his green robe.

Winter is about to begin.

Tonight is another day of overtime, and it is estimated that it will be until 11 o'clock. However, there is no panic in the manuscript, mainly because of the connection between my first chapter and the third chapter, that is, the second one is a little problematic. I was lazy in the afternoon, and when I was rewriting the text, I felt that the idea of the second one was not strong enough, so I came up with a new idea. I took a look at it just now, and found that this new idea is too much, and it doesn't match the tone of the whole book. Headache, wait until I change it back. I'll send out the second chapter in a little bit and before it was changed.

(End of chapter)