Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

After hearing this, Li En couldn't help feeling depressed. Why is Voldemort always causing trouble for him? Wouldn't it be better to just go find the savior and play happily together?

"But I think there is a high probability that it won't be found." Kes took a sip of milk and said, "If it could be found so easily, then Slytherin would not create Gryffindor together with the other three giants. ”

"After all, he is the descendant of Slytherin." This was what Kes said to Rean in a low voice.

"And there's another question that no one has figured out." Beaver sat across from Chris. "Why does that little lion go to the basement at night?"

"All the little wizards are discussing this issue. There are different opinions, and no one agrees with the other." Beaver shook his head. He could not understand Hogwarts more and more now. How could Hogwarts suddenly change in the past two years? Is it dangerous?

"Actually, I'm also very curious. It was already midnight at that time. Why did a Gryffindor come to the door of Slytherin?" Kes said while biting the bacon.

"Maybe..." Before Kes could finish his words, he noticed that the entire restaurant instantly became silent, and Kes swallowed the words he had not yet spoken.

The little wizards in the restaurant now looked towards the door.

Principal Dumbledore opened the door and walked in, followed by Snape with a bad look on his face, followed by Professor McGonagall with a frown, then Professor Flitwick, then Professor Sprout, and finally It was a smiling Lockhart and an excited Filch.

Several professors walked through the crowd and sat on the faculty bench.

"I'm very sorry to disturb everyone for a few minutes." Dumbledore sat down and stood up again. "According to the request of Mr. Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, we need to conduct an identification on everyone. I believe everyone also I know what happened last night, so please cooperate with me."

Dumbledore's words revealed too much helplessness and sadness.

In fact, if Filch hadn't gone to the principal's office to make a fuss early this morning, Dumbledore wouldn't be in the dining room right now. He prefers to investigate secretly. Isn't such a big fanfare a reminder to the mastermind behind it?

However, Filch did make a big fuss, and in the end Dumbledore had to agree to his request to appease Filch.

However, you can also take advantage of the opportunity to reveal your opponent's weaknesses. Dumbledore sat on a chair and thought as he looked at the shocked little wizards below.

One after another, the young wizards walked to the staff table to be questioned by the professors, and then circled in front of Filch to ask him to identify whether it was the man in black robes who stood on the stairs last night.

But it was obvious that Filch did not seize this opportunity well.

"It's you, I'm absolutely right, it must be you!" Filch grabbed a young wizard's wrist tightly and yelled.

"Filch! This gentleman slept in the dormitory last night. This was proved by someone." Professor McGonagall frowned deeper.

She petrified a Gryffindor cub last night, and she was still thinking about it. As a result, Dumbledore informed her of this childish incident this morning. When he came to the restaurant, he saw Filch playing monkey here and caught a little wizard, and shouted that he was the murderer who petrified David.

"Haha, good luck to you, kid." Filch let go of his hand, then stared at the little wizard and said coldly.

When the little wizard saw Dumbledore nodded, he ran off the stage as if he were running away, as if there was some man-eating demon on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, another young wizard walked onto the stage tremblingly. His back looked like a prisoner about to enter the execution ground.

Ryan didn't pay attention to the stage, but stuffed bread into his mouth, and he just started to eat breakfast.

"Haha, it's you, it's definitely you!" Filch's voice sounded in Lean's ears again.

"Bang!" A loud noise attracted all the extensions of the little wizard, including Lien.

"Sorry, Mr. Headmaster, I remembered that I was still brewing a pot of potion, so I left first." Snape stood up, the black robe on his body still fluttering from the action of slapping the table just now.

After speaking, Snape didn't care what Dumbledore's answer was, and left the staff table and walked out the door.

Professor Sprout also stood up and said coldly: "The newly arrived Mandrake still needs me to take care of it, so I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he left without caring about Dumbledore's answer.

Fortunately, she thought that coming to the restaurant early in the morning would really catch the mysterious man from last night, but she didn't expect that such a big move was coming to play house with Filch.

For the first time, Professor Sprout had the idea of ​​whether Dumbledore was old and confused.

Two of the four deans had already left. Professor Flitwick sat in his seat and glanced left and right, but still did not leave.

Professor McGonagall sat upright. After each young wizard came up, she asked them carefully. After confirming that there is no suspicion, she will also show a smile and comfort the frightened little wizard.

After all, anyone who walked up would be a little frightened if Filch grabbed their wrist and yelled at him for a while.

When it was Lean's turn to go up, Filch still tried to grab Lean's wrist, but Lean dodged it.

"It must be you! How dare you hide away!" Filch shouted again.

However, Lien ignored him completely and looked at Professor McGonagall next to him.

"Zel, where were you last night? Is there anyone who can testify?" Professor McGonagall asked the same question that she had asked countless times.

"I stayed in the dormitory last night. As for witnesses, there are no witnesses. My roommate Malfoy moved out when the first year started."

Rean's words made Professor McGonagall frown. After all, he was born in Slytherin, and he was alone and had no witnesses. How could he be suspected?

"Professor, I am a Muggle wizard." Rean looked at Professor McGonagall's frown, not knowing what Professor McGonagall was thinking.

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall immediately relaxed her brows.

Indeed, Rean is just a little Muggle wizard, the type that Slytherin hates the most. So no matter who is the descendant of the secret room, it will not be him.

"Okay, you go down. Pay more attention to safety recently." Professor McGonagall nodded to Ryan.

"No way, it must be him!" Filch shouted.

"Filch, I know you want to find the murderer, but don't accuse the innocent. I hope you can produce enough evidence when you accuse a young wizard."

Professor McGonagall retorted unceremoniously.