Chapter 142 He is the heir of Slytherin!
After leaving the principal's office, Meka Anders quickly came to the ancient tree in front of the fountain.
He knew that the commotion just now was quite big, and it probably attracted a lot of people.
He looked up and saw several figures hurriedly climbing up the stairs in the tower in the distance.
"It's better to go back to the dormitory first, don't get caught."
Meka took out his wand, sensing the vague connection with the 'Parchment', and began to recite the transformation spell.
The light flashed again and again. After a while, when footsteps were heard nearby, Meka felt a caressing texture in his hand, as if he was touching the 'parchment roll'.
He opened his eyes suddenly and looked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Found it!
Buzz! A black vortex sucked him in, and his figure disappeared.
A 'parchment scroll' fell down on the spot and fell into the haystack, making no sound.
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"Oh! Oh my God!"
Professor McGonagall, who rushed to the scene, covered her mouth and looked in front of her in surprise.
Most of the rows of bookshelves have collapsed, most of the books on the bookshelves have been burnt, and the walls are all black.
On the ground, tables and chairs were overturned, broken, and sawdust flew everywhere.
But on the left side of the entrance, the unscorched wall had a hole and cracks, as if it had been violently hit by something.
The office that used to be neat and tidy is now a mess!
There were footsteps behind him, and Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Snape walking in, looking at the scene expressionlessly.
"What happened?" asked Professor Snape.
"I'm sorry, Severus." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "I have just arrived here, but Professor Lockhart said he would come here this afternoon."
"This has nothing to do with me." As soon as he mentioned Professor Lockhart, he walked in.
Lockhart straightened his collar, as if he had just changed his clothes. His face was a little pale, and he looked at the scene with squinted eyes, and then smiled reluctantly:
"I am just a victim. As soon as I came in here, I saw thieves present."
"Thief?" Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously.
Lockhart shrugged, grinning in pain as he seemed to be involved in a wound somewhere.
"It's more appropriate to say they were robbers, but before talking about that, let's restore the scene first. After all, this is the place where Professor Dumbledore once stayed."
"That's a problem for you, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall nodded. She took out her wand and cast a cleaning spell and a repairing spell. The destroyed bookshelf was restored, the burnt books were restored, and the cracks in the wall disappeared...
It's just that some of the books were so badly broken that it's difficult to completely restore them.
She picked up these fragments with some distress and put them on the table. Everything here may have a great origin, including these books.
"Tell me what's going on, Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall looked back at Lockhart.
"Oh, of course!" Lockhart seemed to be in a daze. He was stunned for a moment and quickly replied,
"I suspect that the thief who appeared here today is related to the matter in the Chamber of Secrets. He is probably the heir of Slytherin."
"Oh?" Professor Snape narrowed his eyes.
Professor McGonagall stared at Lockhart and noticed that in the second half of what he said, he frowned and looked serious, instead of showing his usual frivolous smile.
It seems that this time it was not a deliberate act to save face.
"Where did this come from?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Lockhart seemed uncomfortable with being stared at. He coughed and said:
"Who do you think is most beneficial to Professor Dumbledore being suspended by the school board this time?"
Professor McGonagall looked at him unblinkingly.
Lockhart raised his head and glanced at Snape, who was also staring at him expressionlessly. His face suddenly stiffened, and he waved his hands and said:
"Don't look at me, this has nothing to do with me."
"Say it." Professor McGonagall said, "I believe you."
Lockhart looked at their faces, put his fist on his chin, coughed again, and continued:
"The person who benefited the most from this incident was actually the heir of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets. If Professor Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts, the students will lose strong protection, and he will naturally be able to continue his career unscrupulously.
Think about it, what did he write in blood on the wall? 'Enemies of the heir, beware. ’
And what was Slytherin's goal? Isn't it just to eliminate all students with Muggle blood? "
"So Professor Lockhart doesn't think Hagrid was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets?" Professor McGonagall thought.
"Not necessarily." Lockhart laughed, "Maybe the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets and the Slytherin heir are not the same person?"
"Did you see his face?" Professor Snape suddenly said.
Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape and added: "He refers to the 'thief' you called."
Lockhart nodded: "Of course I saw it, a person who had taken advantage of the power of the monster in the secret room. He looked very similar to a student."
"Who?" Professor McGonagall was startled and turned around to exchange glances with Snape.
"You may not believe it if I tell you." Professor Lockhart looked solemn and said:
"Meka Anders, a second-year student, I saw with my own eyes that he broke into this office with the monster in the secret room..."
"No way!" Professor Snape interrupted Lockhart.
He looked at Lockhart with cold eyes: "Anders is my student. I know much better than you about what kind of person he is."
Lockhart was frightened by his gaze and took a step back, forcing a smile: "I know it is difficult for Professor Snape to accept, and I can't accept it. He is also my student, but it is the fact."
Professor McGonagall looked at the two of them and said to Snape: "Severus, let him speak clearly."
"That's right..." Lockhart muttered, then looked up and saw Snape's face was cold, and he quietly hid behind Professor McGonagall.
He continued: “I saw him and the monster breaking in here, rummaging through the cabinets, looking for something.
I suspect that there are accomplices behind him who colluded with some corrupt officials of the Ministry of Magic to suspend Professor Dumbledore for investigation just to reduce Professor Dumbledore's resistance and clean up the rest of the non-pure-blood wizards.
At the same time, I am also looking for some precious things here, such as the sword once left by Godric Gryffindor..."
Professor McGonagall stared at him sharply: "How did you know that the Sword of Gryffindor was here?"
"That's what I heard." Lockhart laughed, scratched his head, and said:
"The key now is how to deal with the student Meka Anders. What he did endangers the lives of other students. I think he should be dealt with seriously, at least he should be held in solitary confinement..."
"I think it would be better to imprison you..." Snape said coldly, staring at Lockhart.
Lockhart quickly avoided looking at him and looked at Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall pondered: "Professor Lockhart, what evidence do you have that proves that Mekka Anders is the person who caused these damages tonight?"
Lockhart's face froze. He glanced at the ground that was as smooth as new and said:
"Not now, but his attainments in magic are indeed not as good as those of a young wizard..."
"This is not evidence." Professor McGonagall shook her head.
"Professor Lockhart, unless there is conclusive evidence, no professor at Hogwarts has the right to imprison a student without reason."
"Am I not a witness?" Lockhart asked in surprise.
Professor McGonagall looked up at him and said, "Yes, you are a witness, but you still need some evidence."
"Evidence..." Lockhart was worried.
He was pacing with his arms crossed, then suddenly reached out and groped around in his arms to take out something.
The next moment, he seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said:
"I remember! When I came in, I saw him putting the ruby object in his bag. It seemed to be the hilt of a sword!"
"Yes, the Sword of Gryffindor! He stole the Sword of Gryffindor!"
"Gryffindor's Sword?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, her eyes quietly scanning the portrait on the wall.
The old man in one portrait suddenly looked back at her, nodded, and returned to his original solemn look.
"In that case." Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Snape and said:
"Then go to the Gryffindor dormitories, Severus."
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