As he spoke, he told Owen everything he had heard and the results of his investigation at Hogwarts in the past few days.

"Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a young wizard was killed, and Hagrid was taken as a suspect."

As he spoke, Harry suddenly felt bad, and he remembered what happened to Grindelwald.

He had argued with Hermione last semester.

As to why the guards of Newmengard did not tell the story of the criminal's escape.

According to the temperament of those magic officials, they will definitely not really investigate and investigate, but will directly and rudely arrest Hagrid again.

"Stop! I just want to know, did you report to the professor this time? ”

"Got it." Ron was one step ahead.

"Ahem! We stumbled into Snape while investigating."

"Oh! What did he say after listening to it? Owen asked with some curiosity.

"Hmm-" Ron muttered for a moment, then pinched his throat and said in Snape's slow tone, "Mr. Potter, your so-called speculation is really shocking, I thought that your brain and the troll's brain should still be a little different, but now it seems that the biggest difference between you and that creature is probably only that its stick is thicker." ”

I have to say that Ron's imitation is very charming.

Not 100 percent, but at least seventy or eighty percent.

Owen could even smell the smell of the greasy hair that belonged to Professor Snape alone.

"Well, should I praise you?"

"Ron Weasley?"

A cold tone, and a sudden drop in temperature.

There was no need to look back, the Gryffindor trio knew that it was the blue man who had appeared.

"Teach—teach." Ron turned his head with chattering teeth.

Sure enough, a face that was so cold that it could freeze was staring at him.

"Gryffindor deducts ten." He said.

Then his gaze crossed over to Ron and fell on Owen, "Over there, Dumbledore is talking to you." He pointed to the position of the podium.

Owen turned his head and saw Dumbledore winking at him in a shiny purple robe.

"Gotcha! It's not been a few days off! Gotta work again! Owen complained dismally, but the movement under his feet was very fast, and he ran to the front of the rostrum in a flash.

One big and one small, with Mr. Aobo, exchanged a few words of greetings.

Then I saw that Lao Dengtou's eyes lit up, and he immediately got up, and the three of them walked through the side door and left the auditorium with a smile.

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Time flies, and Hogwarts has ushered in Halloween.

These days, Mr. Orbo has become a big fan with the little wizards, and he is recognized by all the young wizards in all the houses except Slytherin.

Because, in the days when he was investigating and collecting evidence, this gentleman took several classes of Defence Against the Dark Arts in place of Lockhart.

Although, his magic level is very limited, otherwise he would not be beaten by Owen.

But he is the only Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who has looked normal in the past few years.

Simple Defence Against the Dark Arts spells, he still can, plus his previous position in the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control allowed him to travel all over the world.

People though dish! But there are still a lot of things to see.

Although his story is not as full of ups and downs as Lockhart, it is more than true.

For the young wizard who has never left Hogwarts, the world he talks about is so free and desirable.

Of course, with good news, there is naturally bad news.

A few days before Halloween.

On the spell, Professor Flitwick finally told the story of the past under the tireless questioning of a group of young wizards.

Now everyone knows that someone opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago.

And a young wizard died.

Although Professor Flitwick didn't say anything about Hagrid, a visibly panicked panic began to spread among the student body.

Then the time came to Halloween.

That night—

The auditorium was decorated with all sorts of festive decorations, jack-o-lanterns, changing colors from time to time, ghostly ghost candles, and little bats chirping and waving their wings.

The sound sounded like Snape's footsteps.

"Where's Owen?" At the Hufflepuff table, Hannah didn't notice Owen.

"I heard that I went to the principal's office to eat hot pot. You know, the small stove of the excellent students. Justin didn't care.

He was engaged in a duel with the pumpkin pie in front of him.

Hearing this, Hannah looked towards the rostrum, and sure enough, she didn't see Professor Dumbledore.

Even many professors were not present.

"What's going on?"

Normally, professors come to the auditorium to celebrate every holiday.

this year

Maybe the atmosphere in the auditorium was a little too weird.

Everyone's hearts were a little irritable.

After a brief dinner, the young wizards, led by their respective prefects, began to leave the auditorium in batches.

"Squeak! Bang! ”

The heavy doors of the auditorium were pushed open.

A gust of cold wind blew across the faces of the young wizards present, causing them to shiver.

At this time, the sharp-eyed little wizard looked through the countless stone piers on both sides of the hall and looked into the courtyard.

Mr. Aobo?

It didn't take long for the young wizards to figure out why the Ministry of Magic official was here.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of the courtyard.

"You're sinning, stop your behavior!!"

Mr. Orbo, wand in hand, stared at the illusory figure.

The face is still green, full of determination and justice.

He graduated only three or four years ago.

"Broken bones!"

Seeing that the man ignored him, Mr. Orbo quickly twitched the spell, and a red light was thrown out by him.

"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded. Smoke and dust filled the air.

But I didn't wait for the smoke to clear.

An eerie green light crept out.

It was mixed with the sound of the tragic death of countless human beings.

Instantly devoured Mr. Aubo.

It's abrupt and scary.

"Bang!" Mr. Orbo, who had known the young wizard for only a few days, fell heavily on the cold ground.

The boss with his eyes open.

Before he died, his expression was still so resolute.

Death paused the expression permanently.

"No!! Mr. Obson. At this time, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared out of nowhere.

He stood trembling in the hallway of the courtyard.

His eyes were full of horror.

Speaking of which, he was the professor with whom Mr. Obo had the most contact during his time at Hogwarts.

Of course, this is to develop his own network with the Ministry of Magic.

"N-no!!"

He seemed to be frightened, panicked, and even fell to the ground. An invitation fell out.

The corners of the clothes are stained with mud.

Blonde hair also loses its color.

Escape!

Lockhart, whose mind was full of this idea, still cared about his own image, he staggered to his feet, and quickly left the place with a bump on the soles of his feet.

"Shadowless !!"

An invisible blade slashed through the darkness and slashed towards the phantom where the mysterious man was.

Yes—Snape!

Professor Snape is here!

An emaciated figure, with straight hair and an unfathomable feeling, suddenly appeared in front of the door.

Holding his wand, he stared coldly at a figure in the shadows.

Then, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick.

The four deans are very coincidentally together.

I don't send it out and feel a loss.

(End of chapter)