Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

The boring life continues, and the little wizards slowly become numb from the initial anger.

"We can't go on like this, Albus. The students are listless in class now. Although they have restrained themselves a lot now and are not naughty anymore, I am really afraid that something will go wrong if this continues."

In the principal's room on the eighth floor, Professor McGonagall was sitting at Dumbledore's desk and said with worry on his face.

"That's true, but Filch's measures still have some effect. No little wizard has been killed these days, and Pomona's mandrake is about to mature. After this semester is over, we can use the summer vacation to Enable the castle's magic scan to search, and then we can find out everything."

Dumbledore told lies without blinking an eye. In fact, he now understood that Voldemort was behind these things.

"But we can't continue like this, Albus, they are still students. We can't continue to be so suppressed. This is extremely detrimental to their physical and mental development."

"Ah, in that case... How about asking Mr. Auror to reopen the dueling club? The wizards we train will have to face these things in the future. Even if they work in Diagon Alley, more dueling knowledge will always be needed. It can’t be wrong.”

"That's all I can do, I'll post the announcement."

Professor McGonagall nodded, sighed, turned and left the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat behind the table, looking at the door that automatically closed with his blue eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Professor McGonagall began to work on this matter after returning to her office, first asking Madge for her opinion.

"Of course there is no problem. In fact, there are some differences between the knowledge taught in schools and its practical application."

March agreed immediately. He felt that this was an opportunity to establish a good relationship with the little wizards.

Because of Filch's tricks, March found that the little wizards now began to dislike him.

"Thank you, Madge, so I'm going to post the announcement. How do you like this Saturday?"

"Okay, I'm free anytime."

"As for the classroom, it will be arranged in the same classroom as last time, okay?"

"Of course, I can't ask for it. In this case, I will go back and think about what to teach. Professor, you know, some things are really not suitable for young wizards."

Professor McGonagall, who once worked in the Ministry of Magic, knew what March was talking about. Aurors often faced all the most vicious dark wizards, so they would have more or less fatal skills.

These certainly cannot be taught to young wizards.

March stood up, bowed slightly to the professor who had entrusted him with his care, then opened the door and prepared to leave Professor McGonagall's office.

"Bang!"

A red flare exploded over Hogwarts, attracting the attention of countless young wizards.

"Flag flare? Where did it come from?"

Professor McGonagall was watching Madge leave, but saw the flare the moment Madge opened the door, and immediately stood up and asked.

March didn't hesitate and said immediately: "It looks like it's on the sixth floor. I'll go there first, Professor McGonagall."

After finishing speaking, he rushed out regardless of Professor McGonagall's answer.

Along the way, the little wizards were all rushing to the sixth floor. A pebble had finally been thrown out of their ordinary life. They all wanted to see the excitement.

Madge was squeezed into the crowd. Since most of the corridors were closed, the little wizards could only squeeze into a limited number of corridors, which greatly slowed Madge's speed.

"Sorry, gentlemen and ladies, could you please give way? I am Tomloch March. I need to go to the scene to take a look at the situation."

March was afraid that the voices of the little wizards around him would be too noisy, so he specially used the loud voice spell.

The little wizards glanced at Madge and consciously moved out of the way.

Although they hated Madge and wanted to watch the fun, their top priority was to let Mr. Auror go to the scene to investigate in order to find the murderer.

Madge thanked the little wizards around him and ran upstairs. Before the little wizards could close up, Professor McGonagall ran up behind them.

The little wizards looked at each other and ran up after Professor McGonagall even more enthusiastically.

In a corner on the sixth floor, Neville Longbottom was huddled in the corner and sobbing continuously. Seamus Finnigan was sitting on the ground with his eyes blank, his wand tightly held in his hand. Lying in front of them was By Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Justin was gray and white, lying on the ground stiffly, his chest did not rise and fall, and he looked dead.

"What happened here?" After March arrived at the scene, he immediately saw Justin lying on the ground, but fortunately, there were two witnesses this time.

Seamus heard the sound and immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Madge. March's wand also slipped into his hand, but he quickly put it away.

He just acted subconsciously, and this action had saved him several times.

"Okay, kid, don't be afraid, tell me what happened here."

Professor McGonagall quickly rushed over. She touched Seamus' head and said.

Seamus saw Professor McGonagall and lowered his wand.

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore also arrived.

"Child, can you tell us what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

Dumbledore's appearance gave Seamus a little courage. He pursed his lips and said in a slightly trembling voice: "We...we are here to prepare to contact the magicians. Because...because we need to take the final exam, So we...Neville and I were walking in front, and suddenly we heard a noise from behind, and we...we saw this."

"Is that so? Did you see anything else?" Dumbledore pulled Seamus up from the ground and asked kindly.

Seamus shook his head in frustration.

On the other side, Neville was also pulled up by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall dusted Neville's body and wiped the tears and snot from Neville's face with his handkerchief.

"It's a snake. I saw it. It has scales on it. It must be a snake!"

Neville suddenly shouted.

The professors looked at each other, and Dumbledore made a decision in his mind.

"Quickly give up! You are all so blocked, don't you know you should leave some space for the patient to breathe fresh air!" Madam Pomfrey's irritable voice sounded.

She suffered a lot from running from the second floor to the sixth floor.

The young wizards quickly cleared the way for Madam Pomfrey, allowing her to enter.

"How's it going, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked.

"Fortunately, it's just petrified and not life-threatening." After a brief inspection, Madam Pomfrey used a floating spell to take Justin down.