Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"We have something important to report to Professor McGonagall, you'd better let us out, Percy!" Ron didn't have much respect for his brother.

In other words, among their brothers and sisters, the one he hated the most was Percy, who was usually pretentious.

Although Percy was unhappy with his attitude, he didn't say much, but said lightly.

"Professor McGonagall is not in the office now. The professors are in a hurry, and it's not too late to wait until tomorrow morning."

The prefects guarding Hogwarts are not only Percy, they have no plans to let Harry and Ron go out. Obviously, before leaving, Professor McGonagall has given them death orders.

There is no other way, Harry and the others can only choose to go back to the dormitory first, and wait until tomorrow morning to report these things to the professor.

At this time, several major professors of Hogwarts were gathering in Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"Minerva, you can arrange the work of escorting the students home tomorrow morning. If the others want to stay in this castle, they can stay, or they can leave with the train."

Dumbledore calmly assigned tomorrow's tasks, as if he was leaving the group.

The professors still had expressions of disbelief.

They never thought that Hogwarts, a magic school that was about to be established for a thousand years, did not fall into two generations of black devil cholera, but would be closed now!

Especially under the leadership of Dumbledore, who has been dubbed the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever known.

Sounds extraordinarily absurd.

Professor Sprout sniffed, and she asked with red eyes.

"Has it really reached such an irreversible point?"

Professor McGonagall's always serious face was also very lonely at this time. She was silent, obviously unable to accept this fact.

Professor Flitwick kept shaking his head and sighing. Even Snape, who had always had a cold face, had a bleak face and frowned. He was wondering if Dumbledore was really powerless.

Dumbledore looked at their expressions and smiled softly, comforting.

"Don't show this kind of expression as if we are about to say goodbye. It's just a temporary closure of the school. After the safety in the castle is ensured, the school will continue to teach normally."

He lay down on his seat and spoke to the professors.

"Go back and prepare for tonight's patrol. Don't make mistakes on the last night. Or maybe we can find out by accident before closing the school, and maybe catch the murderer?"

The four deans left Dumbledore's office, and only Sherlock took the initiative to stay.

He stared at Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair thinking, and asked.

"You're leaving Hogwarts tonight?"

Dumbledore's fingers tapped lightly on the top of the desk.

"This is a rare opportunity for him, but it's not the only one, so we have to give him enough security." Then, his eyes turned to a letter on the desk, "Also, I do have a must-have tomorrow. things to deal with.”

Sherlock could vaguely see the inscription on the letter - "Nick LeMay".

"What if it didn't lead Tom out in the end, as you thought?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"Then wait for a large-scale investigation after Hogwarts is closed, and when the basilisk is found, until when."

"But your reputation..."

"Oh, do you think I care about these things, Sherlock." He blinked and said indifferently, "If my reputation can be exchanged for anything practical, then I will agree without hesitation, those An ethereal view means nothing to me."

Sherlock stood up helplessly, ready to leave.

He felt that although Dumbledore's plan had the possibility of success, the probability of failure was also high, but he didn't speak his mind.

Before Sherlock left the office, Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"No matter what happens, you must protect Harry. Also, don't forget what I have prepared for you."

Sherlock held out a hand with his back to him, indicating that he understood, and then left the principal's room.

......

On this last night at Hogwarts, the students hardly slept well.

It was the same with Harry and Ron. They tossed and turned until the second half of the night before falling asleep for a while, and when they woke up, they found that the sky had begun to get dark.

When they got up from the bed and were about to wash up, they found that Neville's bed was actually empty!

"Where's Neville?" Harry asked curiously.

Dean and Seamus, who were in the same bedroom, both shook their heads, and neither of them knew where Neville went.

Harry clearly felt something was wrong, and he hurriedly ran out of the lounge with Ron. At this time, there was no prefect to stop them from going out.

Instead of finding Professor McGonagall in the office, they met Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, in the hallway.

Nick looked down, sighing as he floated down the hallway.

Harry saw him and asked hastily.

"Did you see where Professor McGonagall is? Nick."

"Professor McGonagall?" Nick sighed. "Well, I just saw the professors assembled in the faculty lounge."

"Thank you, Nick!"

Just as Harry and Ron turned to go to the teachers' lounge, he suddenly heard Nick talking to himself behind him.

"...Clearly fifty years ago, when Myrtle died, it was not at this level...Hogwarts is about to be closed..."

Harry stopped abruptly, he froze on the spot, Ron looked at him puzzled.

"What's the matter with you? Shall we go to the professor?"

Harry's eyes opened wider and wider, and the excitement in his eyes was about to overflow.

He didn't answer Ron's question, but hurried back to Nick.

"You said just now that Myrtle died fifty years ago!"

Nick looked very sad about the closure of Hogwarts, he said with a scowl.

"Yes, fifty years ago, it was also rumored that the secret room was opened, and Myrtle died in the bathroom on the first floor. At that time, Hogwarts was not closed, but now... ....Ugh."

Harry jumped up from the ground excitedly.

"I see! I know where the entrance to the secret room is!"

Ron was still confused, he didn't understand why Harry was suddenly so excited.

"Myrtle was the one who was killed by that monster in the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago! She died in the bathroom on the first floor, and she was still there even if she became a ghost! And the bathroom still went into the plumbing. entrance!"

Harry dragged Ron and ran to the teachers' lounge, explaining to him in a fast-paced manner.

"So there's a good chance that the bathroom is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets! We must break this news to the professors quickly!"