Chapter 183 After the Night
In the Gryffindor common room, many little lions looked at Professor Wright and Professor McGonagall, feeling inexplicably excited.
Facing Professor McGonagall's questioning gaze, Wright imitated Snape's expressionless face, with no change in his expression.
At the same time, he slowly took out the 'evidence' and said softly: "Of course I won't lie, Professor! The principal gave me this."
After saying this, he opened his right palm, revealing a strange pendant glittering with gold, and showed it to Professor McGonagall.
Seeing the time converter in Light's hand, Professor McGonagall's eyes, which were originally full of doubt and anger, gradually became clear.
McGonagall looked at the Time Turner, then back at him, and said in a deep voice, "I'll check with Albus! I hope you're not lying to me."
"Of course, Professor!" Wright remained calm, thinking to himself, "Oh my god! I need someone to make a false confession for me."
As he thought about it, a faint silver light floated out from his right hand, slowly passed through the wall and flew towards the principal's office.
Professor McGonagall didn't notice his little trick at all. After dealing with Wright, she turned to look at the trembling Neville.
"Mr. Neville Longbottom!" Professor McGonagall looked at the frightened little wizard seriously.
"Yes, Professor, I'm here!" Neville responded in a crying voice.
Looking at the trembling Neville, Professor McGonagall was not disturbed and said very seriously:
"I know you didn't mean to do it, but your actions almost brought terrible consequences. You must be punished for it!"
"Yes, I know! Professor." Neville closed his eyes and waited for the verdict.
"Very well, so you won't be able to go to Hogsmeade over the weekend, and your family will know about this."
Even though he was mentally prepared, when Neville heard the punishment, his body trembled and he almost cried.
This meant that on weekends, he was the only third-year wizard alone in school while others came back from playing happily.
Afterwards, Professor McGonagall instructed the Gryffindor prefects to take precautions and not leave the common room until the investigation was completed.
After dealing with Gryffindor's affairs, Professor McGonagall looked at Percy, who was holding his head high.
Let him inform the ghosts and tell the professors about Sirius's attack!
After giving the order, Professor McGonagall took Wright directly to see Dumbledore to ask him to handle the matter and verify the news.
……
In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore, wearing a night cap, yawned and said to Professor McGonagall:
"Minerva! I told him to come to me."
"But you can do it during the day. It's too dangerous at night..." Professor McGonagall frowned, and her words seemed to contain various meanings.
"I know! I'm busy during the day! There was quite a commotion a while ago, and the prophecy seems very urgent."
Dumbledore laughed it off as he dealt with Professor McGonagall, then looked helplessly at Wright, who was pretending it was none of his business.
Professor McGonagall got the answer and didn't say much. After escorting Wright back to the Gryffindor common room, she arranged for the professors to patrol.
Faced with the inquiries of the little lions in the lounge, Wright said that the professor did not allow him to disclose it and vaguely fooled them.
Having avoided having to clean the toilet, Wright breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself:
"It seems that I need to bring some 'gifts' to Old Deng. Otherwise, he will be annoyed to death if he continues like this."
Ron, who had recovered from the shock, kept talking to the little lions around him about how terrible Blake was...
That night, none of the Gryffindor lions slept, anxiously waiting for the outcome of the matter.
It was not until dawn that Professor McGonagall, looking tired, returned and told the young wizards of Gryffindor that Black had escaped again.
After hearing the news, everyone's hearts, which had been worried all night, were finally broken!
The next day, the students found that no matter where they went, they could see many ghosts holding Blake's photos and identifying them to the castle's portraits.
Filch, the night keeper, led by Mrs. Norris the cat.
They carried wooden boards and sealed up all the gaps and rat holes in the castle.
Sir Cadogan, who was almost mentally retarded, was fired for letting anyone in without permission, and his portrait was returned to its original place.
At the same time, the professors also invited the competent Fat Lady back.
And at her repeated request, she was equipped with eighteen rough giant security guards.
The interesting thing is that whenever someone is doing the dialogue, they will perform passionate chest-breaking stone-breaking performances behind the Fat Lady.
……
Similarly, as the news spread, the trembling Neville finally received what he feared today.
A letter brought to him by the school owl, a Howler letter.
And it looked even bigger than the one Ron had received before.
"Run! Roaring Letter!" The little lions who were having dinner saw the unusual letter and ran away quickly.
However, Neville, who had been waiting for a long time, grabbed the letter and ran out of the auditorium as if he was holding a time bomb.
Soon, everyone heard the clear voice coming from the roaring letter.
That was the loud voice of Neville's grandmother. Her rebuke was echoing throughout the castle, and it even caused the ghosts to become restless.
But Wright was not in school at the moment. He went straight to the Whomping Willow without telling anyone.
It is stretching its branches, enjoying the few rays of sunshine between winter and spring, and looks very much like a cat taking an afternoon nap.
After sensing someone approaching, it instantly changed from a lazy posture to an alert state.
The branches rose up automatically, and countless branches kept striking in the air, warning any approaching creatures.
"So lively!" Wright raised his eyebrows, ignored the Whomping Willow's warning, and continued to move closer.
"Oh!"
The flying branches quickly hit not far in front of Wright, creating a large cloud of dust.
Look at the intimidating deep whip marks on the ground and the Whomping Willow baring its fangs and claws.
After roughly assessing its power, Light took out his wand, cast an armor spell on himself, and walked forward.
I knew the person coming was arrogant, but I didn't expect him to be so arrogant. The Whomping Willow didn't arrive at all, and there were people who didn't take themselves seriously.
In rage, countless branches lashed towards Wright with sharp sounds of breaking through the air.
There were continuous attacks, but none of them penetrated the defense.
Each attack could only cause faint ripples of light, and even many branches were bounced back and pulled back towards the Whomping Willow.
Facing the dense attacks, Wright went straight into the tree hole, ignoring the impotent rage of the Whomping Willow outside.
"It seems that as the magic power increases, so does the magic!"
Walking in the tree hole, he looked at the Iron Armor Curse that had withstood a lot of attacks and found that it had not been completely broken. He nodded with satisfaction.
