The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Accompanied by various chaotic sounds, the Lockharts on the wall who were slightly smarter began to lie.

Some portraits even wanted to find the current Lockhart through the space transfer in the painting and tell him what was happening here.

But what they didn't know was that Lind had dealt with all the paintings in the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon, either changing the classroom or putting them in a corner.

Bang!

Lind pulled open the cabinet, which was full of various purple clothes and hats.

Lind looked at the entire office filled with thick fog, his eyes constantly changing, and his mind was constantly eliminating one by one whether he had missed anything.

"By the way, the trash can! You can also take a look at the trash can."

Lind quickly walked to the table and shook out everything in the trash can,

fruit peels, scrapped parchment, purple threads on clothes, and a crumpled letter paper...

Ding ding~ Ding ding ding!

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass being knocked in my ears. The rhythm of two knocks and then three knocks was repeated twice in a row.

Linde didn't have time to read it again. He picked up the crumpled letter paper and was about to run away when he suddenly stopped. He took all kinds of sundries from the table.

Books, parchment, and even some of his fan letters and signed books.

Then, Linde quickly came to the window, opened the window and saw Andersen.

Relying on his good physical fitness, he climbed out of the windowsill, stood outside the narrow window, and closed the window again.

"The plan has changed. You change your skin immediately, change to the one last time, the one the size of a sparrow! Then you continue to stare at him here."

"Why? It's too dangerous. If I get caught, I might expose you."

"I believe you, you continue to stare here. Especially for a while. When a person realizes that a thief has entered his home, he will definitely check whether his hidden "private items" have been leaked.

You have to find that "private item", do you understand?"

"Then what are you going to do? Didn't you say I would take you away?" Andersen looked at Linde seriously.

"Tsk, it's only the third floor, I'll just jump..." Linde looked down.

Damn, this is at least more than 20 meters high!

Yes, the auditorium on the first floor alone is almost more than 10 meters high.

"It's okay, this is an old castle, I can climb down directly."

As he said that, Linde jumped out, kicked his legs on the outer wall of the castle, grabbed the windowsill with one hand, and began to slowly crawl down to find a gap.

He was not a professional, and basically relied on his hands to support his whole body. Fortunately, there were also large gaps between the huge outer bricks of the castle. It was not a problem to insert half a palm into it.

After climbing down for only a few meters, he heard exclamations from above.

Linde didn't care about it and continued to climb down alone. When there was still seven or eight meters away, he made up his mind and jumped down at once.

Bang!

With a dull sound and two slightly sunken pits under Linde's feet, he finally reached the bottom.

Ignoring the pain in his ankle, he wasted no time and continued running in the dark. When he changed direction and walked into the castle, he turned back into the thin little man, and the mask on his face disappeared.

Unlike usual, his steps were not big and he walked very slowly.

When he returned to the lounge, the news had already spread.

"Why did you come back just now?" As soon as he entered the lounge, he saw Jane walking towards him.

"What's wrong?" Lind was a little confused.

"Another incident!" Jane said with a frightened face,

"What happened?"

"Flint from Slytherin, the senior who always troubles you, was found fainted on the third floor, and next to him was written in blood: Who will be taught a lesson next?"

Linde looked at Jane, with unprecedented seriousness in his words, "Are you sure?"

"Well, I saw it at the scene. His knee was broken, and his collarbone was broken.

Even through the skin, you can clearly see the broken bones under his skin."

"Haha, interesting." Linde laughed. This is too interesting,

"Is this interesting? You... don't you think it's scary? The nearest Hogwarts." Jane looked puzzled.

"It's okay, isn't it just two people with broken bones?"

"No, didn't you notice it?" The nearest Hogwarts.

"Notice what?" Linde was a little puzzled.

Jane slapped her forehead helplessly, "Okay, it seems that you really don't understand!"

"Please don't say such imaginative words!"

"Don't you know? Since Christmas, everything has been abnormal!" Jane looked at him.

Linde spread his palms to her, "Tell me in detail!"

"Sleepwalking incident! Monk murder incident! Secret room incident! The unpleasant piano sound on the eighth floor at night! Ghost!

Don't you know any of these?"

"I know about the secret room, and what the hell is that unpleasant piano sound on the eighth floor!"

Jane slowed down his speech, deliberately trying to create a terrifying atmosphere, "Legend has it that in the middle of the night, in the corridor on the eighth floor, a hoarse and unpleasant piano sound will echo. It is the devil's voice like nails scratching glass."

...

"What's wrong, why do I feel that the expression on your face is speechless." Jane looked at Linde's expression. Now his brows were frowned, looking a little serious and a little helpless.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Linde slammed the table, "Have you ever heard it with your own ears? You believe in the so-called 'horror legend'."

"No! I actually listened to it. It was really unpleasant." Jane didn't understand what happened and hurriedly explained.

"It's really... hard to hear..."

Jane looked at Lind, wondering what he was thinking, "What's wrong with you?"

"I've heard that voice too. That voice is so beautiful, like the sound of nature. I don't understand how it turned into a devil's whisper in your mouth." Linde shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it, I don't blame you. It's just that your aesthetics still need to be improved."

"No! I'm not the only one who says it's difficult..."

"Okay, let's stop this. You can continue talking about other things. What the hell is sleepwalking?"

"It's Christmas time. There are a few students who are staying in school. Every day they wake up and find themselves in a different place. By the Black Lake, the Owlhouse, etc."

"Did it really happen?" Lind became interested. He did hear Harry tell them these things when he first came back.

"You mean... Hogwarts is not peaceful recently?" Linde looked at Jane.

"Yes!" A decisive voice sounded from his mouth. "You better not go out to play anymore!"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that at all." Linde smiled, stood up from the chair, and looked towards the door of the lounge. At this time, a little wizard was walking over from there.

"I have something else to do, let's talk about it later!"

With that said, Linde sat in the corner. Sure enough, after a while, Andersen flew back from the window.

"How's it going? Did you find anything?"

Andersen stood on his shoulder, muttering quietly.

"Take out a suitcase from under the cabinet?! There are some manuscripts in it..."

Are you sure this was the first thing he looked at?

Andersen nodded, extremely sure.

"Is there a picture of me in it?"

"No!"

"Then he must have given my photo to someone else. Or used it for other purposes." Linde nodded, which was what he expected.

"That's interesting! Then he must have changed positions afterwards. Did you see this?"

"They didn't change the place! And he seemed to regard the thieves as ardent fans." He also muttered, "Why are there such fans again!"

interesting.

Do you think of me as a perverted bastard? There is indeed something wrong with this person's brain circuitry.

Thinking about it, Linde put his hand into his pocket and fumbled for a while before taking out the ball of paper.

He didn't give any hope, but this ball of paper was the most likely thing to contain information in the "trash can" search point.

But unexpectedly, this paper ball actually gave him a surprise.

This was a scrapped draft of a letter. Only the first two sentences were written. The third sentence may have seemed inappropriate to Lockhart, so he crossed it out, then drafted it again and wrote another letter.

This is the same as the reply letter to his fans that Lind saw in Lockhart's cabinet before. He seems to have an inexplicable obsession with writing this thing.

Perhaps in his opinion, a nice and decent reply coupled with his photo is the best gift to those fans.

The content of the letter made Linde decide to take Lockhart seriously.

Mr. Quirrell:

Regarding the academic club you invited me to join last time, I think we need to discuss it more. After all, if my academic results are released and the club I belong to is mentioned...

"quirrell"

I got you.

The moment he saw this name, Linde began to tremble uncontrollably. He was so excited that he even scratched the parchment in his hand.

After a while, he calmed down. In the British wizarding world, how many people have the surname Quirrell, and how many are related to him, Lind?

"Finally caught you!"

"Andersen, go immediately and continue to monitor Lockhart." Lynde hurriedly ordered, "If the photo you want of me involves Quirrell, then you can see if there is a photo of me in the letter he sent. ”

Andersen nodded and flew out again.

"Obviously Lockhart and Quirrell communicated through letters, so this means that Andersen had a chance to find Quirrell through the letters he sent."

After Andersen left, Linde glanced at the lounge. Indeed, just as Jane said, there seemed to be an inexplicable atmosphere spreading over this group of people, making people panic.

Even if Flint was a Slytherin, they wouldn't be happy, in their opinion. If even Slytherin will be punished, then who among the students will not be attacked?

There are no guarantees.

Linde didn't really care, he was going to prepare the medicine tonight. As for that devilish piano sound, that was the sound he made while practicing in the Room of Requirement...

"Tsk, a bunch of guys with no aesthetic standards!"

Linde shook his head and continued to do his own thing.

The next day, evening. As soon as Lind came out of the library, he was stopped.

"Hey, little guy!"

A voice called out to Lind from the side. When he turned around, he saw that Principal Delise Derwent was standing in the portrait nearby calling him.

"Oh, principal, what can I do?" Linde walked over and asked.

"Dumbledore wants you to go to the office." Headmaster Derwent.

"Oh, OK, I'll go now." Lind nodded, and then went downstairs immediately. He didn't ask what happened, he just went anyway.

He didn't worry about whether he would be caught by Dumbledore and others because of seriously injuring Flint, and then attacked. First of all, he did hurt Flint, but he was in self-defense. Second, since the words "Chamber of Secrets" appeared there, it means that the mysterious man has done the aftermath for him.

After arriving at the office, Dumbledore stood in front of the table, playing with the crown in his hand.

"Lind, you really did a great job!" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Is this really the crown of Ravenclaw?"

"Yes, after consulting Ms. Grey, she told me with certainty that this was her mother's crown.

She wants to thank you in person for finding this crown. But I'm going to delay this matter for a while, you should go to her yourself in two days!" Dumbledore smiled, and it can be seen that he is in a good mood now.

"Well, forget it! It's not necessary." Linde looked a little embarrassed. He had no interest in thanking her or not.

"My personal suggestion is that you should take the initiative to find her and accept her gratitude.

You know, Ms. Grey did not die in Hogwarts. The reason why she became a ghost and came to Hogwarts was her obsession with the crown.

Think about it, if you don't let her vent her gratitude, she will be uncomfortable." Dumbledore smiled and explained, "Just think of it as helping her."

"Well... okay." Linde nodded. Dumbledore's words made sense, but Linde himself was not that kind of person. But Dumbledore had spoken, and it was not a big deal, so just go.

Hearing Linde's nod, Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh happily, with a sense of satisfaction that "it seems that what I, an old man, say still works for you!"

It is true that Dumbledore's words are effective wherever he goes, but he and Lind have always been getting along with a kind of "peer" respect. So now that Lind agreed because of his words, he was even happier.

"And Lind. You found this crown, not only Ms. Grey should thank you, but the whole Hogwarts should thank you. So..."

"Don't, don't report any reward points or anything like that." Lind waved his hands hurriedly.

"It will definitely not be like this, what if Voldemort finds out and troubles you!" Dumbledore looked as if it was a matter of course, making Lind look like a retard.

Right!

This matter cannot be reported and rewarded, so the reward must be given privately. Does that mean...

No, Lind shook his head. To be honest, Dumbledore has been good enough to him, and he made the request not long ago, maybe Dumbledore thinks these things are not important. But Lind himself does not accept such greedy behavior and continues to ask for the so-called "reward".

"I don't need any reward, professor. You have done enough for me."