Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Dumbledore pushed his glasses away, his expression dazed.

"It seems that you have something to say?" Harry stopped talking, looked at him, and asked.

Dumbledore nodded, waved his hand, motioned them all to sit down, cast a prison spell, and locked the door of the office: "Your words solved a puzzle in my heart, and it is also the one thing I regret the most..."

Harry looked at him blankly.

"Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened." Dumbledore paused, slowly talking about the past, "A student died at that time."

"I suspected that Tom was Voldemort."

"However, no evidence was found. After investigation by the Ministry of Magic, it was finally determined that it was the secret room opened by Ruburt."

Harry clicked his tongue: "The Chamber of Secrets that Hagrid opened?"

"That's when Professor Snape started stuffing people's brains with bezoars?"

"Gryffindor is the heir of Slytherin, and they don't think how ridiculous this is."

"They don't need me to do it." Snape sneered. "Maybe, putting some bezoar in it can make them smarter."

"This is indeed ridiculous." Dumbledore sighed, "But at that time Ruburt secretly raised an acromantula, which was already bigger than a human head, and the Ministry of Magic caught the 'evidence'."

"Looks like their Fantastic Beasts Protection class must be 'T', I don't remember acromanders being able to turn people to stone." Harry shook his head, he had dealt with this kind of creature a lot and knew a lot about it.

Highly poisonous, but has few notable magical abilities.

"No one was petrified, only one student was killed." Dumbledore shook his head, his tone heavy, "After Hagrid was expelled, the matter of the Chamber of Secrets stopped."

"The Ministry of Magic probably thinks they've got a pretty good case."

"I've been suspicious of Tom."

"Now we know how he found the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

Parseltongue.

What a natural reason.

"You did it on purpose again?" Harry asked suddenly.

Dumbledore was taken aback: "What intentional?"

"Voldemort." Harry waved his hand, "You put it in on purpose again?"

Dumbledore looked sincere: "Harry, I really didn't this time."

"I'm actually surprised that Severus didn't even check it out."

Snape's face was ugly, and he nodded with difficulty, but he didn't want to say anything about it.

He always felt that Dumbledore had no good intentions and wished he could take all matters related to Harry's safety into his own hands.

But now...

The problem is on his own.

My face hurts a little.

He squeezed his wand tightly, and his breathing became short of breath.

"However, you suspect it's Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked. "Why can't it be another little wizard?"

"Parseltongue," Harry replied, "is not a common talent."

"Of course I hope it's some little wizard."

"But now there are no traces left, and it's not something that anyone can do to hide it from my senses."

Trick the witcher.

It's a rare thing to happen.

Harry went on to say: "The content left by Slytherin is that if you find the immobile snake in the school and yell at it to open it, you can find the door to the Chamber of Secrets."

"The immovable snake?" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "Very well, Harry, at least we can solve Voldemort's first secret."

Harry stood up: "I'm very disturbed to get this matter resolved as soon as possible."

A person lurking in the shadows, most likely Voldemort.

I don't know where he is?

I don't know how he sneaked into the school.

Hogwarts is so safe.

"Harry, won't you help me?" Dumbledore invited.

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "You are the principal, I'm only in the second grade now, you don't have a necessary reason for me to participate this time, do you?"

"You're just looking for an immobile snake in a castle, not a snake in the Forbidden Forest."

"I've been very busy this year."

As he said, he squatted, paused, raised his hands, and drew six gestures: "I have six days a week, and there are activities in the evenings, the professors' confinement, Quidditch training, and I have to think about Gryffindor. A lot of trials."

"And how to make trouble for Slytherin." Snape added in a low tone.

Harry ignored him, speaking smoothly: "You can solve it yourself, can't you?"

"Call me when you need to use Parseltongue."

Snape then said, "Dumbledore, I'm even starting to wonder if I really put a bezoar in your head."

"Be sober. Mr. Potter is just a twelve-year-old little wizard. Even if he is slightly stronger than a troll, he is only at the level of the sixth or seventh grade. Are you going to let him die?"

Dumbledore nodded, said nothing more, and waved his wand to lift his spell on the door.

bang—

The door was slammed open in an instant, and Lockhart rushed in, staggering and falling headlong into Snape's arms. He hurriedly raised his head, showing an awkward yet polite smile: "There may be something wrong with the door of the office, I couldn't open it just now."

"Then fix the door properly, and open it for me now, immediately, immediately." Snape's tone was cold.

Lockhart stood up abruptly.

"That's it for now, Principal Dumbledore, see you later." Harry waved his hand and turned to leave.

Lockhart was taken aback: "Have you finished?"

Dumbledore nodded and also stood up: "Professor Lockhart, thank you for lending us the office."

Snape snorted coldly, gave Dumbledore a vicious look, swung his robe, and wandered out of the office like a bat.

"Okay, what did you say?" Lockhart straightened his collar, curiously and confidently asked, "I should be able to help you, I have encountered such a thing before, that village... ..."

Dumbledore interrupted him and smiled softly: "Good night."

The room instantly became empty.

Lockhart was at a loss, and turned to look at his portraits—the white mist hadn't dissipated yet, and he waved his fist mournfully, knowing that he would not have sent Filch off, what an exciting event he had missed !

This could obviously become the most important story chapter in his new book "Days at Hogwarts".

It's all because of the door.

He raised his wand and waved it lightly, intending to cast a spell to fix the door.

There was a bang—the door slammed and slumped down like ooze.

The spell successfully destroyed the door.

Gryffindor lounge.

When Harry came back, Ron and Hermione went up to him: "Harry, what did you say to Principal Dumbledore?"

"Do you know who did it?"

Other cubs also gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

Harry replied softly: "I just heard some movements, some clues, and provided them to the professors. I don't know who they are."

He remained calm, his eyes swept across the faces of Neville, Ginny, and a few others who were not in the auditorium.

Ginny seemed still in the midst of the effects of the Deathday Party, her eyes dazed.

Neville's face turned pale, and he was a little frightened - if he had come back sooner, perhaps it would not be Mrs Norris who was hanging on the torch, but him.

The expressions of the others were the same.

Wait for the crowd to disperse.

Only then did Harry lower his voice, and said to the two of them, "The painting I got back contains information about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

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