The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

In the headmaster's office, Lockhart sat across from Dumbledore. He no longer had the bright smile he once had, nor the eye-catching and ostentatious clothes.

On the contrary, he was pale and terrified, looking around like a thief.

Around him, Harry and his party of four, Lind, Snape, and Professor Dumbledore who was opposite him.

On the wall, many former headmasters were also watching the scene with interest.

Facing the gazes of these people, Lockhart couldn't help swallowing his saliva, feeling a little scared.

"Dumbledore, you asked me to come so late, just to see this guy lingering here like a rat?" Snape said lightly, his low voice with obvious impatience. According to his plan, he should be in his office now to deal with a medicinal material.

Dumbledore raised his hand and slowly pressed it down, signaling Snape to be patient, and then looked at Lind. "Linde, can you tell me what happened now?"

Linde glanced at Harry and the others, nodded helplessly, and then stepped forward, "Professor, let's talk while interrogating!"

Interrogation!

This word aroused Snape's interest. He smiled darkly and playfully, then stepped back to let Linde get closer to Lockhart.

Linde picked up a wand and swung it. It was Lockhart's wand, and now it was in Linde's hand.

"In the past two months, I found something very interesting. Someone in this school is collecting my photos!

I noticed something wrong at the time. I am a lone man, not a big celebrity like Harry, how could anyone want to investigate me?!

If someone really wants to investigate me, that person can only be Quirrell!" Linde said firmly, and his words obviously aroused the doubts of Harry and the others.

"Quirrel?! Professor Quirrell? Wasn't he chased away by Dumbledore?" Jane asked in confusion. Dumbledore told Harry that he arrived in time and drove away Voldemort and Quirrell.

"These details don't matter. It's just a personal grudge between Quirrell and me." Lind said lightly. He felt that there was no need to talk about these things.

Dumbledore and Snape didn't say anything either. They just looked at Lind lightly. He said whatever he wanted to say.

"After some investigation, I found that the person who bought my photo was Lockhart."

"You... when?" Lockhart asked in horror.

Lind glanced at him and ignored him, but continued to talk to himself, "After that, I investigated Professor Lockhart's office and found two small things."

Lind did not shy away from the fact that he had been to Lockhart's office. Now that things have come to this, it is better to say it openly. As he said that, Lind took out Lockhart's manuscript and slapped it on the table.

"It records that Lockhart tried to stage a murder in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, so that he could keep his reputation after leaving here."

Hearing about the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore looked solemn, picked up the manuscript that Lind had placed on the table, and read it at a glance.

After a while, Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes full of anger, "It seems that I will personally send a professor of Hogwarts to Azkaban!"

Harry was on the side, whispering, "The first one I bumped into... turned out to be you, you wanted to kill Luna." Harry got excited and pointed at Lockhart and asked loudly.

"I didn't." Lockhart's voice trembled. He was already in a bad condition and didn't want to be accused of attempted murder.

"I didn't want to kill anyone... they were just some insignificant injuries. And... and I wasn't the only one who committed the crime in school."

"There's another person?!" Hermione shouted.

"Flint?! I beat him." Lind explained lightly, and his words were like a stone thrown into the water, which immediately detonated Harry and his group.

Lind looked at them and shook his head, "I will tell you about these things in detail later! You don't need to ask too much now."

Ron, Harry and others nodded dully.

Then Lind looked at Professor Dumbledore, took out his wand and put it against his temple,

"Memory separation!"

The wand slowly moved away, and a silver thread was connected to his temple at the tip of the wand.

"I will never deny what I did! Flint's injury was caused by my fist." Lind looked around and said slowly.

As he said that, he took out a small bottle and put the memory of his grievances with Flint into it without reservation.

"This is the grudge between me and him. Professor Snape should have heard about it, or even... seen it with his own eyes!"

Dumbledore cast a puzzled look at Snape, and then saw Snape nodding slowly, "I do know some things. The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin in the first half of the semester is also inseparable from him!"

You even wanted me to confront him head-on in the duel club at that time! Lind thought to himself.

After getting a positive answer from Snape, Dumbledore raised his wand and pushed the bottle that Lind had placed on the table back, "I believe you, and I believe Professor Snape."

Hearing his words, Lind smiled from the bottom of his heart. The feeling of being trusted is always indescribably happy.

Then he opened the bottle and put it under his nose, and took a deep breath to suck back the memory.

Dumbledore and the others did not think that the Flint incident was a big deal, because they knew very well that if Lind was the weaker party, it would only be worse.

Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Snape, the dean of Slytherin, were very clear about this.

People from Slytherin could indeed do such things.

At this time, Snape had already picked up the manuscript of Lockhart and started reading it. As he read it, he smiled unconsciously.

For him, most of the students in this college did not care. On the contrary, Lockhart's self-directed and self-acted storyline made him feel good.

If he really succeeded, Hogwarts would be really unreasonable!

"Next, I will ask, and you answer." Lind looked at Lockhart. "If you have any tendency to lie, then..." Lind gestured to Professor Snape who was still reading his manuscript behind him.

"Then one of the best potion masters in the UK will tell you what the art of potions is."

It is obvious that Lind is taking advantage of the power of others.

But who told him to say that Snape was one of the best potion masters in Britain!

Whether it was true or not is another matter, at least this remark touched Snape's heart. Snape simply kept silent, just taking it as tacit agreement.

Lockhart looked at Snape and Dumbledore in despair, he knew that he was in trouble.

He was in trouble at the hands of this second-year wizard.

"Ask!" Lockhart stared at Lind angrily, but now he had no capital to resist.

If anyone could save him, that person must be God.

... God? !