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Chapter 47 Basilisk

"Everyone has a choice and we cannot impose our decisions on others, even if we think it is for his own good."

Dumbledore's voice was flat and steady, and everyone couldn't help but quiet down.

"I have been a teacher at Hogwarts for nearly 80 years. I have basically encountered all kinds of students. In terms of education, we can educate and guide them, but we cannot impose our own ideas on them, no matter what kind of students we have. How right I think I think.”

"Even if we are ourselves, can we be sure that what we think must be right? Wizards are also human, and people make mistakes. We can't be sure that our choices are all right, so how can we be sure that the choices of others are also right. "

What he said made many people bow their heads and ponder, but Mrs. Weasley still said worriedly.

"But Sally is just his child, and what we promised her by her side together will definitely keep Sherlock away from danger for the rest of his life, and will not spread the war to the next generation."

"A doting thought!" Moody said dissatisfiedly. He was the only one among these people who did not object to Sherlock's joining the Order of the Phoenix. It was no wonder that the former owner had the best relationship with him.

"A baby bird that is protected will never become an eagle in the sky. It has been staying in a warm bird's nest. If danger strikes, how can it continue to be stable? In danger, even we ourselves If you are not absolutely sure of your own safety, how can you be sure of his stability?"

"There is no danger now, Moody." A wizard named Edgar Bones objected, "You-Know-Who has been dead for so many years, and the Death Eaters have all been captured in Azkaban. The entire wizarding world is at peace."

"You think peace is just because you didn't see the dangerous scene." Moody said gruffly, "Aurors still kill dozens of people every year. Dark wizards are all over the place, and every once in a while there are Riots happen!"

Moody was alone arguing with other wizards who opposed Sherlock's admission to the Order of the Phoenix.

At this time, Sherlock also understood why people like Mrs. Weasley opposed him joining the Order of the Phoenix.

They are afraid of being in danger.

After all, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still a fighting armed organization. Even if Voldemort has been out of power for more than ten years, there is no way to erase its essence.

As long as there is a conflict in the future, Sherlock in it may be in danger.

Sherlock's heart was a little silent.

He used to think that there was some intrigue in it, but in fact everyone is very pure.

It's just that there are differences on how to protect him.

These wizards headed by Dumbledore may not necessarily be the most powerful in the wizarding world, but they must be the most upright and selfless.

Just as Moody and those first-generation members of the Order of the Phoenix were holding their own words, Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly to silence the scene, and focused everyone's attention on himself.

"Sherlock wants to join the Order of the Phoenix. It is not only his own wish. When Sally was still alive, she also said that she expected her son to have the same aspirations as her. Locke had a plan from the beginning."

Everyone who had argued before fell silent. They didn't want Sherlock to join them because they had promised Sally that her son would no longer be in danger for the stability of the wizarding world.

No one would doubt whether Dumbledore was lying. Since he said that this was the wish of Sherlock's mother during her lifetime, it must be.

In this way, it is not their turn to object.

Kingsley took the initiative to stand up and raised his glass to Sherlock.

"Welcome to join us, Sherlock."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the other wizards on the long table also raised their glasses.

"You're welcome, Sherlock."

Infected by their actions, Sherlock really wanted to stand up and pay a toast, but he was a little hesitant if such a move was too sudden according to the character of the original owner.

Just as he was struggling, a golden-red light shone beside Dumbledore, and the phoenix Fawkes appeared on his shoulder with spread wings, holding a note in its beak.

Dumbledore took the note, and after seeing the content on it, the expression on his face gradually became serious, and the corners of his brows frowned unconsciously.

Just when Professor McGonagall wanted to ask him what happened, he suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Sorry everyone, some accidents happened suddenly at Hogwarts, I have to rush back with Minerva and Sherlock first."

Professor McGonagall and Sherlock also stood up from their seats after hearing his words. Dumbledore grabbed their arms, and Fox ignited a fiery red light again, leading them to teleport away from here.

The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix on the long table looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

As for Sherlock and the others, with the flash of the fire, they had already returned to the door of the headmaster's office at Hogwarts in the next second.

Here, Professor Flitwick was waiting for them anxiously, and he said out of breath immediately after seeing Dumbledore.

"Another attack, this time on first-year student Colin Creevey!"

Dumbledore didn't go back to the principal's office, but motioned for Professor Flitwick to lead the way, and rushed to the scene of the attack with Sherlock and Professor McGonagall.

"How is that student doing now?"

"He hasn't died yet. He was petrified like the last student. Normal spell removal has no effect on him. I have asked the students to send him to the school hospital."

They still came to the scene of the incident first, where there are still many students gathered.

As soon as they arrived at the scene, Professor McGonagall yelled at them sternly.

"Everyone go back to class! Don't gather here! Go back to class!"

She usually had a high prestige among the students, no one dared to stay where she was anymore, they scattered away one after another, but they did not go too far, but watched from afar.

At the scene of the incident, except for the petrified Colin who was carried to the infirmary, the things he left behind have not been taken away.

It was a Muggle camera, lying on the ground at this moment.

Sherlock recalled.

"Colin told me yesterday that he planned to take pictures of every part of Hogwarts and introduce them to his family at home."

Professor McGonagall reacted immediately.

"It is very likely that the camera captured the face of the murderer."

But when Dumbledore picked up the camera and opened the back cover, the inside had been burnt out, leaving nothing behind.

"Very powerful magic."

Dumbledore murmured.

Sherlock looked at the burnt camera in his hand and thought, thinking that this is the right time for him to say the only clue he still remembers.

"There is a man-made black magic creature, the basilisk, whose eyes seem to have such a powerful petrification effect."

(End of this chapter)