Chapter 134
“Don’t the professors take turns patrolling at night?” Ron asked curiously.
“They are not patrolling, but waiting for someone.” Harry put the cut steak into his mouth..
“Who are you waiting for?”Ron picked up a small chicken drumstick and asked curiously. After asking, he packed up the whole thing.
“Tom!” Harry was still concise.
“cough cough”Ron choked.
At this time, the owls came on time to deliver letters and goods.
But this time, there were too many owls!
The overwhelming owls almost blocked the sky above Hogwarts.
A gray owl landed in front of Harry’s dining table, dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet, and then stretched out its legs. There was a small box on its legs.
Harry counted five nutts and threw them in.
The owl lowered its head and ate a piece of steak that Harry had cut, then flew away.
Harry picked up the newspaper. The most eye-catching headline on the front page was a picture of Dumbledore under the dark clouds with a serious expression, and Hogwarts under the dark clouds.
The camera captured it very well, giving people a perspective of the underworld.
The title was also written in extra large font: Hogwarts, the cemetery of students, what crime should the principal be guilty of?
The subtitle was written in smaller font: Shocking! Such a thing actually happened in Hogwarts…
Hermione couldn’t hold back a sip of milk, and a few strands of white liquid leaked from the corner of her mouth.
Harry saw this and took out a tissue and handed it to her.
Hermione took the tissue, wiped the milk, and then said:”These reporters have never come to Hogwarts for an interview, so they write random news? How can Hogwarts become a graveyard for students?”
“Who is the reporter?”
“Someone called Rita Skeeter.”Harry looked at the signature of the report and said.
Harry glanced at the content: [According to a message from a reliable and handsome professor at Hogwarts……】
The reliable and handsome professor, it goes without saying that it must be Lockhart. Is this guy going to cause public opinion about Hogwarts before he leaves?
Is it because he is unwilling to be disgraced, so he caused a counterattack?
This kind of unreliable news, as long as someone really comes to check the actual situation, the rumor will be broken in an instant.
The dead are dead, and the living are not dead, you can tell at a glance.
Unless someone must die today!
A large group of owls threw the envelopes on their feet onto the teacher’s seat, and then quickly turned around and left.
These envelopes were all red.
Dumbledore waved his wand, collected all the envelopes together, and then burned them.
This is how he handled it before.
But now there are too many, causing the owls to throw them around, and some howling letters fell to the ground and burned directly, and began to scream loudly.
“A student died, Dumbledore!……”Before he could say anything, Dumbledore waved his hand and it disappeared.
But the roaring letter was so loud that all the students present heard the first sentence.
A student died.
This caused a commotion among the students! They were all petrified before, and were healed immediately by Harry. They were afraid, but they never thought that death was so close to them.
The prefects could no longer appease them.
Dumbledore spoke softly,”Be quiet!”
His voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the hall.
There was even an echo, which calmed the noisy hall.
“There has never been any student death. You can check the number of students in your own college yourself.”The best way to deal with rumors is to let them debunk them themselves.
The prefects immediately began to count the number of students, and the students themselves also counted the number of students. The result made them feel relieved. The number of students was not less, and no students died!
But why would such a letter be sent to the headmaster?
Just when everyone was puzzled.
The door of the hall was rudely pushed open.
There was a loud”clang” sound, which attracted everyone’s attention.
It was Fudge, and he brought a large group of men with him. He stood in the front, looking aggressive.
“Dumbledore, I am here to take you to the Ministry of Magic. There has been a murder in Hogwarts and you must give the public an explanation!” Fudge held his head high. Someone was standing behind him. He finally looked like the Minister of Magic.
“Dear students, don’t worry. From now on, Hogwarts will be taken over by Aurors led by the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic will definitely guarantee your safety!”
“Of course, Dumbledore, you have to bring the murderer who opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, the half-blood. He can’t escape this time. He will be sent to Azkaban, and you can’t protect him.”
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The hall was silent except for Fudge’s aggressive voice.
Harry’s eyes turned cold. They couldn’t find the murderer, and Hagrid was the one to take the blame. These incompetent Ministry of Magic trash! They really have no need to exist, right?
Dumbledore didn’t reply, but just sat silently in the teacher’s seat, looking down at the people from the Ministry of Magic at the door of the hall.
An invisible pressure slowly pressed towards them.
The Director of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour, who followed behind Fudge, looked at the Minister standing in front of him in extreme silence.
Who gave you the courage to talk to Dumbledore like this?
Was it me? If
I step back now, can I draw a clear line between me and him? In fact, I’m not very familiar with Fudge.
……………….
Thinking of this, Rufus really took a step back silently, highlighting Fudge.
The Auror behind him also took a step back silently.
The more powerful and experienced the Auror is, the more clearly he can understand how big the gap is between him and the person sitting above.
When I was studying at Hogwarts, I heard Dumbledore’s reputation and thought he should be very powerful.
After I started working, especially the Aurors who had experienced the reign of the mysterious man, I realized that, damn, he was really very powerful. The seven years of study in school may just be to broaden their horizons and make it easier to see the gap between the two.
Fudge’s face, which was originally smug, suddenly froze. Why did he feel something was wrong? He felt like there was no one behind him!
He was about to turn his head and look back.
But at this time, a flustered sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.
Harry moved his ears, weak and powerless, but he could still walk quickly. Who was it?
The footsteps came from far away, accompanied by a weak voice:”Save me! Save me!!!”
Everyone’s eyes were on the door.
The owner of the footsteps finally arrived at the door.
He hunched over, holding onto the door frame, and looked inside with bloodshot eyes. His originally smooth and beautiful golden hair had now turned into a messy mess.
His eye sockets were dark, his cheeks and lips were pale, and his body, which was originally a little plump, had now become extremely thin.
It was Lockhart!
