Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

"Damn it, you actually killed it." Filch's screams rang out in the silent corridor. He savagely pushed away the little wizard blocking him, rushed to Harry's side, and held Harry tightly. wrist.

"Let's go find Dumbledore. I must ask for an explanation." Filch's face was covered with tears and snot, but he ignored it at this time and kept pulling on Harry, trying to take him away. Go to the principal's office.

"No, no, I didn't, it was like this when I came here." Harry began to resist. It would be really hard to explain if he just confessed like this in front of so many people. Besides, this was not his doing in the first place.

"Don't make excuses. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who would be so cruel. I don't want to listen to your excuses. Everything will come to light when we get in front of Dumbledore."

At this time, Filch had been dazzled by Mrs. Norris's "death" and would not listen to anyone. He just wanted to catch the "murderer" who had been staying at the scene of the crime in front of Dumbledore and let him Accept the trial well.

The little wizards also started chattering. One person's voice may be small, but when the voices of so many little wizards are added together, the entire corridor becomes "buzzing".

"Please be quiet!" Dumbledore's voice floated over the corridor, easily suppressing the voices of the young wizards.

After finishing his dinner, he was about to go back to the principal's office to drink a cup of black tea, but when he walked out of the restaurant, he saw that the little wizards were still here and were still talking about something.

Out of curiosity, he walked over here, but overheard discussions about Harry Potter killing Filch's cat.

"Filch, please calm down first." Looking at the embarrassed Filch, Dumbledore comforted him.

"Mr. Headmaster, he...he killed my cat." Filch dragged Harry to Dumbledore and said viciously.

Dumbledore frowned, looking a little displeased at Filch's rough movements. Then, he looked at the little wizards gathered around him.

"Filch, follow me, along with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore stepped forward, removed Mrs. Norris from the wall, and then said to Harry.

"Okay, prefect, take the students back to their dormitories immediately." Dumbledore ordered again.

"Slytherin, follow me this way."

"Gryffindor, this way."

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Suddenly, the prefects of the four colleges shouted and gathered the students from their own colleges.

"Hell, if you hadn't taken a divination class, I would have doubted whether you knew how to divination." Kes looked at Lien strangely, his tone full of curiosity.

Lean smiled mysteriously and did not answer X.

"I'm already tired enough from practicing magic. It's hard for me to have a good rest even after a holiday. It's really hard for me." Kes complained.

"By the way, do you think it was Mr. Potter who did it?" Kes asked quietly.

But it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't ask quietly, because now all the little wizards were talking about it.

"Impossible. Although Mrs. Norris looks dead, she is not actually dead. She is just petrified. This requires extremely powerful black magic. Although Mr. Potter is the savior, with all due respect, his strength is not Meets the criteria." Lean shrugged.

"Then what do you think caused it?"

"Basilisk." Rean decided to give Dumbledore some hints.

"How do you know?" Hearing Lean's firm answer, Kes was a little confused. "The basilisk is a magical creature that is prohibited from being raised, and this is Hogwarts. I absolutely don't believe that Professor Dumbledore allowed one to be kept." Such powerful and dangerous magical creatures roam Hogwarts.”

"X, this is a castle that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it hasn't even been a hundred years since Professor Dumbledore took over as principal."

Kes nodded, taking Lien's words to heart, but didn't completely believe it.

As the leader of an organization, it is unqualified to believe whatever others say, even if the opposite person is a powerful wizard.

However, Rean was too young and didn't have much reputation. If Dumbledore said it was a basilisk, then Chris would definitely believe it.

Rean looked at X, and he also noticed this situation. But he doesn't care, isn't it just to gain reputation? Isn't that easy?

As Voldemort is about to return, there shouldn't be too many ways to gain reputation.

While Rean and Kes were talking, the team arrived in front of the Slytherin lounge. After the leading prefect said the command, everyone filed into the Slytherin lounge.

The freshmen got their wish and had some fun at the Halloween dinner, and were gathering together to discuss it. And Malfoy also recounted his experience with the trolls last year.

Some of the old students were also talking in the common room, and some returned to their dormitories, but Lien believed that they must also be discussing this topic.

After all, this was an incident in which Mr. Savior killed Filch's cat, and the little wizards of Slytherin didn't like it no matter which side they were on.

And now that the enemy is in bad luck, when will he be happy if he is not happy?

After arriving at his dormitory, Rean took out the meat that he had previously cut from the basilisk.

He wanted to study the snake meat and see if he could find a way to track it.

It is not a wise choice to put your destiny in the hands of others. If possible, Rean would rather kill the basilisk now.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard Lien keeps track, he can't sense the slightest breath of the basilisk.

"This is impossible." Rean was a little discouraged. He used tracking spells, guidance spells, smell amplification spells, and even drank a little blessing elixir, but without exception, they all failed.

"Is this the power of fate? Or is it because Salazar Slytherin's magic is too powerful? Or is there some kind of spell cast on that secret room?"

Rean frowned, sitting on his chair and thinking.

"Then we can only strengthen the defense first." Lien thought of it and began to make defensive alchemy items.

At least Hermione needs to be protected, and Chris, Beaver, and Juana also need one or two. After all, they are already friends recognized by Ryan.

"Cuckoo." A hoot of an owl interrupted Lien's work, but fortunately, no irreversible damage was caused.

"Pais? Is there any letter for me?" As he spoke, Lien took a note from Pais's mouth.

It was written by Hermione, and the two of them often used Pais to pass small notes, which made Lean feel a little like he was in high school.