Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 155 Narration
In the principal's office, Lockhart sat across from Dumbledore.At this time, he has long since lost the bright smile he used to have in spring, and he no longer has the eye-catching and ostentatious attire.

On the contrary, now he is pale and frightened, looking around like a thief.

Around him, Harry and his party consisted of four people, Linde, Snape, and Professor Dumbledore who was directly opposite him.

On the wall, many former principals also looked at the scene in front of them with great interest.

Facing the gazes of these people, Lockhart couldn't help swallowing, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Dumbledore, did you ask me to come so late, just to see this guy around here like a mouse?" Snape said lightly, his deep voice showing obvious impatience.According to his plan, he should be processing the medicinal materials in his office now.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed down slowly, signaling Snape to be calm, and then looked at Linde. "Linde, can you tell me what happened now?"

Linde glanced at Harry and the others, nodded helplessly, and then stepped forward, "Professor, let's talk while interrogating!"

Interrogation!

The word caught Snape's interest, and he smiled darkly and wryly, before stepping back so Lind could get closer to Lockhart.

Linde picked up a wand and shook it. It was Lockhart's wand, which was now in Linde's hand.

"In the first two months, I found a very interesting thing. This school, someone is collecting my photos!
At that time, I realized that something was wrong. I was alone, and I was not a big celebrity like Harry. How could anyone want to investigate me? !
If someone really wants to investigate me, it can only be Quirrell! "Linde said decisively, his words obviously aroused Harry's doubts.

"Quirrell?! Professor Quirrell? Wasn't he beaten away by Dumbledore?" Jane asked suspiciously.What Dumbledore told Harry at the time was that he arrived in time and beat Voldemort and Quirrell away.

"These minutiae don't matter, it's just my personal grievances with Quirrell." Linde said lightly, he felt that there was no need to say these things.

Dumbledore and Snape didn't speak either, they just looked at Linde indifferently, and he could say whatever he wanted.

"After doing some research, I found out that it was Lockhart who bought my picture."

"When... when?" Lockhart asked in horror.

Linde glanced at him and ignored him, but continued to talk to himself, "Afterwards, I investigated Professor Lockhart's office and found two small things."

Linde did not shy away from the fact that he had been to Lockhart's office, but now that the matter has come to an end, it is better to speak out in a gracious manner.As he spoke, Linde took out Lockhart's manuscript and slapped it on the table.

"It records Lockhart's attempt to direct and act a murder in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, so that he can continue to maintain his reputation after leaving here."

Hearing the Chamber of Secrets incident, Dumbledore looked solemn, picked up Linde's manuscript on the table, and read it at a glance.

But after a while, Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes were angry, "It seems that I am going to send a Hogwarts professor to Azkaban with my own hands!"

Harry was at the side, opening his mouth in a low voice, "The first one to hit... so it was you, and you wanted to kill Luna." Harry suddenly became agitated, pointing at Lockhart and questioning loudly.

"I didn't." Lockhart's voice was trembling. Now that the situation is not good, he doesn't want to bear the hat of attempted murder again.

"I didn't intend to kill anyone...it was just some insignificant injuries. And...and I wasn't the only one who did it in school."

"Another person?!" Hermione yelled.

"Flint?! I hit it." Linde explained lightly. His words were like a stone thrown into the water, which immediately detonated Harry and his party.

Linde looked at them and shook his head, "I'll tell you about these things in detail later! You don't need to ask too many questions now."

Ron and Harry nodded dully.

Then Linde looked at Professor Dumbledore, took out his wand and pressed it to his temple,

"Memory separation!"

The wand moved away slowly, and the tip of the wand drew a strand of silver from his temple.

"I will never deny what I did! Flint's injury was caused by my fist." Linde looked around and said slowly.

As he said that, he took out a small bottle and put the memory of his grievances with Flint into it without reservation.

"This is the grievance between me and him. Professor Snape should have heard of it, or even... seen it with his own eyes!"

Dumbledore cast a puzzled look at Snape, and then saw Snape nodded slowly, "I do know something. The confrontation between Gryffindor and Slytherin in the first half of the semester was also inseparable from him." It doesn't matter!"

You were in the Dueling Club and you even wanted me to confront him head-on!Linde thought in his heart.

After getting an affirmative answer from Snape, Dumbledore raised his wand, pushed Linde back on the table and pushed the bottle back, "I believe in you, and I also believe in Professor Snape."

Hearing his words, Linde smiled from the bottom of his heart, and the feeling of being trusted is always indescribably happy.

Then he opened the bottle and put it under his nose, took a deep breath and sucked the memory back.

Dumbledore and the others didn't think Flint's matter was a big deal, because they knew very well that if Linde was the weaker side, it would only be worse.

Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Snape, the headmaster of Slytherin, knew this very well.

People in Slytherin can indeed do this kind of thing.

At this time, Snape had already picked up Lockhart's manuscript and started to read it. As he looked at it, he smiled unconsciously.

To him, most of the students in this academy didn't matter. On the contrary, Lockhart's self-directed and self-acted storyline made him feel pretty good.

If he is really allowed to succeed, Hogwarts is really unreasonable!
"Next I will ask, and you will answer." Linde looked at Lockhart. "If you have any tendency to lie, then..." Linde gestured to Professor Snape, who was still reading his manuscript behind.

"Then one of Britain's top potions masters will tell you what the art of potions is."

Obviously, Linde is playing tricks on the tiger.

But who told him that Snape was one of the best potions masters in Britain!

Did it say otherwise, at least it touched Snape's heart.Snape simply didn't speak, and he just acquiesced.

Lockhart looked at Snape and Dumbledore in despair, and he understood that he had fallen.

It fell into the hands of this second-year little wizard.

"Ask!" Lockhart stared at Linde angrily, but now he has no capital to resist.

If anyone can save him, that person must be God.

……god? !
(End of this chapter)