Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

"Okay, let's all disperse." Professor McGonagall said coldly with a straight face.

It's really annoying. The heir of Slytherin seems to be unhappy with Gryffindor and keeps targeting this Gryffindor.

Naturally, Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, didn't have a good face.

"Relax, Minerva, at least now we know what is harming the little wizards in school." Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses, "By the way, I haven't asked who it is yet. Here’s the flare that was released.”

"It's... it's me, the Headmaster." Neville was about to cry, "I know... I know I shouldn't cast the spell in the corridor, but..."

"Take it easy, kid. You did a great job this time, so I decided to give Gryffindor ten points."

Dumbledore's words made Neville's eyes widen.

"Okay, you two should go to the dormitory and rest for a while."

Professor McGonagall still had a straight face, but the slightly raised corners of her mouth showed that her mood at this time was not as bad as it appeared.

In fact, Professor McGonagall just felt like she was in a mess at the moment. Justin was petrified and should have been sad. But she saw a child who should have been weak become brave and strong, and she was sincerely happy for the child.

"It seems that the Duel Club matters need to be postponed, Tom Roach." Professor McGonagall glanced at Madge apologetically.

"It's okay, I think I need to go back to the ministry to check the information and see if there are any snakes that can cause petrification." Madge said, suddenly paused.

"What's wrong, have you discovered anything new?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously, seeing Madge's hesitation.

March raised his head, looked at Professor McGonagall, then at Dumbledore, and finally spoke: "I heard that Mr. Potter showed his talent for Parseltongue in the previous duel stage?"

"Are you doubting Harry?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help shouting.

"Ton Roach, there is absolutely no way Harry is the murderer." Dumbledore spoke from the side, "In fact, I probably know who it is."

"But this matter is a secret, don't worry, I have my own plan for all this."

"Albus, it's not that I don't believe you, but..."

"I know, please believe me."

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he left here with a livid face. Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall's leaving figure and was speechless for a long time.

After guessing that it might be Voldemort, he had the idea of ​​using this incident as an experience for Harry.

"Professor, I will go back to the ministry first." March said respectfully.

Dumbledore nodded.

In the evening, after Lean and Hermione came out of the library, they went back to their respective colleges.

Just as he opened the door to the Slytherin common room, before Rean could step in, he was stopped by senior Gemma.

"Sorry, Lean, Professor Snape asked the prefects to count where the young wizards were when the petrification incident occurred this afternoon."

"Library, Mrs. Pince can prove it for me."

While having dinner, Lean found out what happened.

Senior Gemma wrote on the parchment in her hand for a while, then got out of her way. After Lien entered, she blocked the door again and continued to stop the next little wizard to register.

"I heard that in the afternoon, Longbottom said in front of everyone that a snake attacked Finch-Fletchley. Everyone is guessing now."

Seeing Rean sitting down, Kes said.

"So my guess is absolutely correct. Mr. Potter is controlling the basilisk to kill people in the castle. But this is just my guess, not the truth. Please don't spread it casually." Beaver also said quietly to the side.

He didn't want what he said to be known to others until there was definite evidence. Destiny is always unpredictable. If he guesses correctly, it will be the icing on the cake for him; if he guesses wrong, it will be a rumor, which is a blow to him as one of the leaders of the mutual aid association.

Chris nodded and made an "OK" gesture with his hand. Lean also patted Beaver on the shoulder and said that he would not tell anyone.

Afterwards, Lien walked directly to his dormitory.

At this time, investigations are being carried out simultaneously in the four major colleges. Most of the young wizards can basically tell what they were doing at the time and can find witnesses.

But there are also many little wizards who can't tell, and Gryffindor is the worst among them.

"Tell me, what on earth did you do this afternoon!" The Gryffindor prefect was a little crazy, because in front of him stood a row of little wizards who couldn't tell where they were this afternoon.

Don't think too much, he must have violated the school rules.

It is foreseeable that the gems in the jar representing Gryffindor points will be missing a lot again.

"Say it, even if it violates the school rules, you have to say it, otherwise Professor McGonagall will come to ask in person tomorrow." The prefect said a little discouraged.

"I...I went to the leftmost corridor on the third floor. I kept a few hard-drawn fireworks there. But I felt it was not safe to leave them there, so I wanted to take them back."

The prefect nodded expressionlessly and looked at the next wizard.

"I went to the prefect's bathroom. I just wanted to see what it was like inside. I will also be a prefect in the future." The little wizard blushed.

The prefect patted his shoulder to express encouragement, then looked at the next little wizard, and instantly felt a headache.

Fred Weasley, George Weasley.

"Okay, okay, where have you two been?"

"Two dung bombs were thrown into Filch's office."

"The latest product from Zuko's Joke Shop."

The two of them sang in harmony.

"I hope you two can come back alive tomorrow." The prefect wrote on the parchment and said sympathetically, then raised his head and looked at the next one.

The prefect was stunned, it was another Weasley.

Ron and Harry next to him had their entire faces flushed. They really couldn't tell what they had done in the afternoon.

Harry wanted to get rid of the suspicion of his own murderer, so he went to Myrtle to ask about the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened. But he didn't dare to go into the girls' bathroom alone, so he took Ron with him.

But now something like this happened.

Harry glanced at the little wizard behind him who was watching the fun, and felt even more reluctant to say it out loud.

To put it bluntly, it is the rhythm of social death.

The prefect frowned. He felt that there was a secret between the two people.

"What did you two do this afternoon? This is what Professor McGonagall ordered. Everyone must register." The prefect said, "I said, even if it violates school rules, it's okay. The most important thing is that this can Let you get rid of suspicion."

However, Harry and Ron still didn't want to say anything.