Chapter 470 The Poisoned Suspect
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Before he knew that he was being rumored as a Slytherin by Malfoy, John dived all the way from the Black Lake to the place where the big octopus lived.
In what looked like an underwater altar, a large octopus was lying there.
It's as if it hasn't moved since John left, maintaining its posture unchanged.
John still remembered what happened when he used mind magic last time, so he didn't use it cautiously this time.
Even with level 6 magic power, John could still feel the unusual power of the big octopus.
Maybe it really is an underwater version of Dumbledore.
"Black Lake Elf, if you can understand my language, please talk to me."
John used an extremely ancient language to spread the past underwater. He transmitted the spiritual magic one-way, so he was not afraid of being impacted by the thousand-year memory.
The big octopus, which was still sleeping, moved after hearing the sound.
It seemed to understand, the tentacles twirled, and those big eyes looked at John.
The ancient charm revealed on the big octopus, John was overjoyed, and really communicated.
Now that we can communicate, everything becomes easy to talk about.
John lowered his posture and passed the voice in a humble tone: "The elf of the Black Lake, I am a student of Hogwarts, and I need your help."
The sound entered the head of the big octopus, and its tentacles moved, beckoning John to continue.
"I am looking for the ancient blood, and I want to get it from your great body." John did not pretend to be hypocritical, and stated his purpose.
"I am a person who abides by the agreement and can trade to achieve my goal."
He stared at the big octopus, wanting to see what conditions this thousand-year-old existence would propose.
But maybe John's words are too complicated, or maybe his language is not proficient enough.
The big octopus was shaking its tentacles there, and it took a while to digest what John meant.
Hearing that he wanted his own blood, the big octopus handed over a tentacle.
John was taken aback, didn't ask?
The large octopus wiggles its tentacles and reveals a pleasant feeling.
Seems to be able to help Hogwarts students and make it happy.
These creatures have purer emotions than humans.
And John dealt with these creatures in a human way, letting his thinking fall into a dead end.
John looked at the big tentacles and smiled.
I am narrow-minded.
In a world full of calculations, I forgot this purity.
I didn't expect to come here to look for the big octopus, and I was taught a lesson.
Thanks again to the big octopus, it's nice to see the big octopus's tentacles swinging, he's about to start taking blood.
Taking blood in the water is also somewhat difficult.
John magically cleared a dry area, and the large octopus curiously ran back and forth with another tentacle.
A bottle of blue liquid was sealed away.
"Thank you, respected Black Lake Elf, please allow me to use a bottle of wine brewed by myself to repay your generosity."
John took out the few stars, opened them and poured them on the tentacles of the big octopus.
The golden liquid fell into the tentacles and quickly disappeared.
The big octopus is very happy, it likes this thing very much.
John smiled knowingly when he saw this, the stars are made of pure magic, and these magical creatures like each one very much.
Under the excitement of the big octopus, John saw the lake quickly turn black.
It's the big octopus inkjet.
It was just that amount that made John very suspicious that the blackness of the Black Lake was dyed by a big octopus.
After collecting some ink, John was sent to the surface of the lake by the giant octopus.
Stepping on the lake, the meteor shoes kept John from falling.
He said goodbye to the big octopus.
This time the harvest was quite rich.
Let him forget the time underwater and wait until he comes out.
He saw that the sky was already dark.
Using magic to remove the water from his body, John walked towards the castle.
"The big octopus is full of vitality, and I think it can continue to live."
John doesn't know how long a big octopus can live, but just looking at the posture, it's easy to live until he dies.
And the big octopus is still growing, which is the most surprising thing.
"Its size should be much larger than it was a thousand years ago."
Looking back at the black lake, John muttered, "Maybe one day, the big octopus will be bigger than this black lake."
Thinking of that scene, even John felt more and more terrifying.
What Voldemort, Grindelwald, the growth and vitality of the big octopus are the most terrifying.
Back at the castle, John meets Filch.
He was sitting leisurely at the foot of the stairs, eating delicate snacks.
But that snack doesn't seem to be sold by Honeydukes.
John glanced twice and circled Filch twice.
Filch muttered uncomfortably, "What are you doing?"
"Filch, how fast do you think you can run?" John suddenly asked a question.
Filch was stunned for a moment, and said honestly, "You can reach Gryffindor Tower from here in one minute."
"It's too slow," John said, frowning, "You can't do it at this speed."
"?" Filch asked with question marks all over his head.
My own speed is already a nightmare for the students, is it still slow?
"Have you ever heard that speed equals power?"
A light flashed in John's eyes, "I think you can go faster."
"That speed is just the limit of your shoes, not your limit, you can go faster."
Filch was confused by what John said.
But he remembered a sentence, speed equals strength.
In fact, Filch has a very good ability.
That is his eyesight is very good.
Even with this pair of shoes that can reach flying speed, he can accurately catch students without harming each student.
If he wasn't a Squib, maybe Filch was a pretty good Seeker.
Mrs. Norris rubbed around John's trousers when she saw John.
Planting a faster seed for Filch, John heads to the Society of Stars.
He wants to give it a try and make good use of the big octopus' ink.
This kind of existence that has lived for thousands of years, any thing on its body has an extraordinary effect.
But this time, he was stopped before he arrived at the Star Club.
...
school clinic.
"So he just drank alcohol?" John looked at Ron lying unconscious on the hospital bed, with 1 doubts in his heart.
Dumbledore stood by the hospital bed while Harry glared at John beside Ron.
His best friend is knocked out of John's booze.
Dumbledore said gently: "I checked the bottle of wine, and there is indeed poison in it that can kill people."
He looked at John with questioning eyes and asked, "You gave Slughorn that bottle of wine?"
"That's probably it. After all, other wines don't have that mellow aroma." John nodded and admitted.
It's just that his expression without any guilty conscience made Harry very angry: "Why did you poison me!"
John looked at Harry like an idiot, sighed and said, "Be smart, Harry."
"If I want to start, do you think this is necessary?"
John said lightly: "It's obvious that someone else has tampered with the wine."
"Well, who else would touch that bottle of wine but you?" said Harry.
"You need to ask Professor Slughorn," John said casually. "Many people can be met."
"The most important thing."
John glanced at Ron who was in a coma, and said confidently and relaxedly, "You think it's that simple for me to poison you?"
Two drops of emerald potion were saved, and John was not so low-end.
Although Harry was angry, his reason told himself that John was right.
There was the Emerald Elixir in Slughorn's office, and John would not have left the antidote there if he were to poison it.
It's just that Ron was very unfortunate. He drank the bottle of antidote in advance, and then drank the poisonous wine later.
Dumbledore didn't seem to think that John did it from the beginning to the end. He acted calmly and wisely, and said to John: "There is only one possibility. Someone entered Horace's office and poisoned your wine."
"Let's see, who has been in or out of Horace's office lately?" said Dumbledore.
John said calmly, "I haven't been in since Christmas."
"Professor Slughorn's going to have a slug party, maybe that's the place to start."
The poisoning this time made John feel a familiar handwriting.
Just like the attack on the Weasleys, they all seem to want to make a big deal.
Assuming the other side succeeds, Slughorn dies.
Then the entire magic society will fall into an uproar.
At the same time, as the wine delivery man, John will also become the primary suspect.
"one stone two bird."
As for who is behind the scenes, it is not difficult to guess.
The hard part is sifting out the poisoners at the post-Christmas slug club.
"Is it the ghost again, Tom, can't you play something new?"
John felt compelled to talk to Slughorn about the people he had recently invited to his after-dinner class.
"I can rule out the suspicion of four people first, Draco, Daphne, Astoria, and Neville."
The people he mentioned were all members of the Star Club, making Harry dissatisfied: "Then I can rule out the suspicion of Ginny and Hermione."
"No, you can't." John said lightly, "Because they are not immune to the Imperius Curse."
Harry was speechless.
...
In what looked like an underwater altar, a large octopus was lying there.
It's as if it hasn't moved since John left, maintaining its posture unchanged.
John still remembered what happened when he used mind magic last time, so he didn't use it cautiously this time.
Even with level 6 magic power, John could still feel the unusual power of the big octopus.
Maybe it really is an underwater version of Dumbledore.
"Black Lake Elf, if you can understand my language, please talk to me."
John used an extremely ancient language to spread the past underwater. He transmitted the spiritual magic one-way, so he was not afraid of being impacted by the thousand-year memory.
The big octopus, which was still sleeping, moved after hearing the sound.
It seemed to understand, the tentacles twirled, and those big eyes looked at John.
The ancient charm revealed on the big octopus, John was overjoyed, and really communicated.
Now that we can communicate, everything becomes easy to talk about.
John lowered his posture and passed the voice in a humble tone: "The elf of the Black Lake, I am a student of Hogwarts, and I need your help."
The sound entered the head of the big octopus, and its tentacles moved, beckoning John to continue.
"I am looking for the ancient blood, and I want to get it from your great body." John did not pretend to be hypocritical, and stated his purpose.
"I am a person who abides by the agreement and can trade to achieve my goal."
He stared at the big octopus, wanting to see what conditions this thousand-year-old existence would propose.
But maybe John's words are too complicated, or maybe his language is not proficient enough.
The big octopus was shaking its tentacles there, and it took a while to digest what John meant.
Hearing that he wanted his own blood, the big octopus handed over a tentacle.
John was taken aback, didn't ask?
The large octopus wiggles its tentacles and reveals a pleasant feeling.
Seems to be able to help Hogwarts students and make it happy.
These creatures have purer emotions than humans.
And John dealt with these creatures in a human way, letting his thinking fall into a dead end.
John looked at the big tentacles and smiled.
I am narrow-minded.
In a world full of calculations, I forgot this purity.
I didn't expect to come here to look for the big octopus, and I was taught a lesson.
Thanks again to the big octopus, it's nice to see the big octopus's tentacles swinging, he's about to start taking blood.
Taking blood in the water is also somewhat difficult.
John magically cleared a dry area, and the large octopus curiously ran back and forth with another tentacle.
A bottle of blue liquid was sealed away.
"Thank you, respected Black Lake Elf, please allow me to use a bottle of wine brewed by myself to repay your generosity."
John took out the few stars, opened them and poured them on the tentacles of the big octopus.
The golden liquid fell into the tentacles and quickly disappeared.
The big octopus is very happy, it likes this thing very much.
John smiled knowingly when he saw this, the stars are made of pure magic, and these magical creatures like each one very much.
Under the excitement of the big octopus, John saw the lake quickly turn black.
It's the big octopus inkjet.
It was just that amount that made John very suspicious that the blackness of the Black Lake was dyed by a big octopus.
After collecting some ink, John was sent to the surface of the lake by the giant octopus.
Stepping on the lake, the meteor shoes kept John from falling.
He said goodbye to the big octopus.
This time the harvest was quite rich.
Let him forget the time underwater and wait until he comes out.
He saw that the sky was already dark.
Using magic to remove the water from his body, John walked towards the castle.
"The big octopus is full of vitality, and I think it can continue to live."
John doesn't know how long a big octopus can live, but just looking at the posture, it's easy to live until he dies.
And the big octopus is still growing, which is the most surprising thing.
"Its size should be much larger than it was a thousand years ago."
Looking back at the black lake, John muttered, "Maybe one day, the big octopus will be bigger than this black lake."
Thinking of that scene, even John felt more and more terrifying.
What Voldemort, Grindelwald, the growth and vitality of the big octopus are the most terrifying.
Back at the castle, John meets Filch.
He was sitting leisurely at the foot of the stairs, eating delicate snacks.
But that snack doesn't seem to be sold by Honeydukes.
John glanced twice and circled Filch twice.
Filch muttered uncomfortably, "What are you doing?"
"Filch, how fast do you think you can run?" John suddenly asked a question.
Filch was stunned for a moment, and said honestly, "You can reach Gryffindor Tower from here in one minute."
"It's too slow," John said, frowning, "You can't do it at this speed."
"?" Filch asked with question marks all over his head.
My own speed is already a nightmare for the students, is it still slow?
"Have you ever heard that speed equals power?"
A light flashed in John's eyes, "I think you can go faster."
"That speed is just the limit of your shoes, not your limit, you can go faster."
Filch was confused by what John said.
But he remembered a sentence, speed equals strength.
In fact, Filch has a very good ability.
That is his eyesight is very good.
Even with this pair of shoes that can reach flying speed, he can accurately catch students without harming each student.
If he wasn't a Squib, maybe Filch was a pretty good Seeker.
Mrs. Norris rubbed around John's trousers when she saw John.
Planting a faster seed for Filch, John heads to the Society of Stars.
He wants to give it a try and make good use of the big octopus' ink.
This kind of existence that has lived for thousands of years, any thing on its body has an extraordinary effect.
But this time, he was stopped before he arrived at the Star Club.
...
school clinic.
"So he just drank alcohol?" John looked at Ron lying unconscious on the hospital bed, with 1 doubts in his heart.
Dumbledore stood by the hospital bed while Harry glared at John beside Ron.
His best friend is knocked out of John's booze.
Dumbledore said gently: "I checked the bottle of wine, and there is indeed poison in it that can kill people."
He looked at John with questioning eyes and asked, "You gave Slughorn that bottle of wine?"
"That's probably it. After all, other wines don't have that mellow aroma." John nodded and admitted.
It's just that his expression without any guilty conscience made Harry very angry: "Why did you poison me!"
John looked at Harry like an idiot, sighed and said, "Be smart, Harry."
"If I want to start, do you think this is necessary?"
John said lightly: "It's obvious that someone else has tampered with the wine."
"Well, who else would touch that bottle of wine but you?" said Harry.
"You need to ask Professor Slughorn," John said casually. "Many people can be met."
"The most important thing."
John glanced at Ron who was in a coma, and said confidently and relaxedly, "You think it's that simple for me to poison you?"
Two drops of emerald potion were saved, and John was not so low-end.
Although Harry was angry, his reason told himself that John was right.
There was the Emerald Elixir in Slughorn's office, and John would not have left the antidote there if he were to poison it.
It's just that Ron was very unfortunate. He drank the bottle of antidote in advance, and then drank the poisonous wine later.
Dumbledore didn't seem to think that John did it from the beginning to the end. He acted calmly and wisely, and said to John: "There is only one possibility. Someone entered Horace's office and poisoned your wine."
"Let's see, who has been in or out of Horace's office lately?" said Dumbledore.
John said calmly, "I haven't been in since Christmas."
"Professor Slughorn's going to have a slug party, maybe that's the place to start."
The poisoning this time made John feel a familiar handwriting.
Just like the attack on the Weasleys, they all seem to want to make a big deal.
Assuming the other side succeeds, Slughorn dies.
Then the entire magic society will fall into an uproar.
At the same time, as the wine delivery man, John will also become the primary suspect.
"one stone two bird."
As for who is behind the scenes, it is not difficult to guess.
The hard part is sifting out the poisoners at the post-Christmas slug club.
"Is it the ghost again, Tom, can't you play something new?"
John felt compelled to talk to Slughorn about the people he had recently invited to his after-dinner class.
"I can rule out the suspicion of four people first, Draco, Daphne, Astoria, and Neville."
The people he mentioned were all members of the Star Club, making Harry dissatisfied: "Then I can rule out the suspicion of Ginny and Hermione."
"No, you can't." John said lightly, "Because they are not immune to the Imperius Curse."
Harry was speechless.
...
