This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent threw a big, heavy stone.

He hated doing this, very much.

"Witness, did you encounter a basilisk attack on Halloween night, October 30th?"

"Yes, I and another student saw it with our own eyes."

"Can you describe it?"

"A body as wide as the stairwell, emerald green scales and yellow eyes, a pair of horns and bright red feathers on its head."

"How did you avoid its gaze?"

"I am an apprentice of an alchemist, and I always carry some gadgets that can avoid attacks."

"In the early morning of November 10th, how did you find out that the accused was going to escape?"

"He was holding a suitcase and retreating to the stairwell in a panic."

"Enough!" Lockhart was strangled by the iron chain,

"Tom Riddle has been absorbing my vitality, and he attacked me when I noticed it!"

Vincent and Fudge sat down one after another.

Bones held up a thick stack of parchment, "Accused, according to the testimony of a witness who was not present, you threw her to the ground roughly after waking up."

"My mind was in a mess at the time, and I just wanted to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible."

"Then-" She turned over another copy, "How did you know the location of the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Tom Riddle told me!" Lockhart did not lie.

Without Parseltongue, it is impossible to open the Chamber of Secrets.

The magic set up by Salazar Slytherin would take even Dumbledore a lot of time to crack.

But this is just a legend, unless Harry is involved.

Bones looked at the last witness, "Accused, we can prove that the existence of the Chamber of Secrets is not a secret."

Snape stood up calmly without even looking at Lockhart.

"Witness, you should know what it means to be able to breathe fresh air freely."

"I know."

"We will only selectively accept your testimony. I hope you can understand our difficulties."

"I understand."

As a former Death Eater, even with Dumbledore's guarantee, it is difficult to gain everyone's trust again.

"Witness, as the dean of Slytherin, do you know the legend of the founder's chamber of secrets?"

Snape had no expression, "I know."

"Then as a potion master, can you prove that there is a basilisk in the chamber of secrets?"

"I have studied its venom. This venom that can only be detoxified with phoenix tears can only belong to the basilisk."

"Do you know how to open the chamber of secrets?"

Snape's breathing became heavier, "A code that is not common."

"Finally-" Bones put down all the parchments in his hand, "You had a duel with the accused, please tell me what the result was."

"Draw, Wayne and I were almost knocked out of the venue by his coma spell.

As expected, the hearing went Lockhart is the mastermind.

Dumbledore, who knew Tom's appearance, was not there that night, and McGonagall and Flitwick were in the Forbidden Forest fighting Jormand.

Kettleburn, the most senior professor, was not in the hall at the time, and other professors, like Snape, had never seen Voldemort as a student.

Do we need portraits of the headmasters to prove it?

Or do we need students' memories to prove it?

Lockhart leaned back in his chair helplessly, looking at the dark ceiling with empty eyes.

The hearing, presided over by the Supreme Wizarding Court and the Magical Law Committee, is the most authoritative in the wizarding world of the British Isles.

It was serious and rigorous, and they were determined to convict him.

"Accused, can you prove that the soul in the evidence is Tom Riddle himself? "

Even the veteran Death Eaters may not know, let alone photos of Tom in school, there are not even photos without a nose.

The only thing that can save him is the evidence provided by Dumbledore and Vincent.

But even if it is proved that Tom is Tom, what can it do?

As long as the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge does not admit it, Tom cannot be Tom.

"I can't prove it." Lockhart's dull eyes swept over everyone present,

"If I had known earlier that Tom Riddle was that person, it would be great."

This sentence touched many people.

The reason why they dare not disclose Voldemort's true appearance and name is because everyone knows that he did not really die twelve years ago.

The Ministry of Magic at that time had only two completely different choices in the face of the ruins.

Either passively shrouded in the shadow of terror, or actively put on a false shell.

If is only if after all.

Ogden stood up and announced the result: "This hearing is over, and the formal trial will be held on the 20th of next month. "

It doesn't matter whether this process happened or not, Lockhart is destined to be a scapegoat.

To the outside world, Tom's soul is him, and he did everything.

Inside, the sixteen-year-old Tom is not a threat.

The Horcrux must be kept completely secret until all are found, and all Vincent can do is watch coldly.

Dumbledore patted his shoulder, "We should leave here."

"Yes."

Vincent got up and followed Snape. When he was racking his brains to think of an excuse, he saw Lucius and Narcissa coming over.

"Severus, long time no see." He put his hand on Snape's shoulder affectionately,

"It's almost noon, do you want to come to my manor to get together?"

This sinister expression must be planning some conspiracy.

Voldemort's retreat route is blocked, so dig another one?

The good student is a double-sided undercover agent, and it is easiest to dig from here.

Vincent doesn't care whether they are conspiring or reminiscing, as long as they don't go back to Hogwarts immediately.

Snape, who walked side by side with Lucius, always felt that something was strange.

This familiar feeling must be someone trying to plot against him.

He first looked behind him, then looked to the side.

He could still tell which side was more serious.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore smiled and teased:

"Lucius's expression when he knows the truth in the future will be very exciting."

Vincent's slightly sinister eyes moved away from Snape's back, "Professor, he will soon show such an expression."

In a few days, Gwent and Wizard cards will be launched on the market.

This is a war of "bloodshed".

The two people looked at each other for a moment, and then walked out of the Ministry of Magic in tacit understanding.

The two stood at the gate and chatted, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Mr. Wayne——" Rita came to Vincent, holding a paper and a pen very professionally,

"Excuse me, can I interview you?"

"Of course." Vincent looked at Dumbledore, "I just happened to have an appointment, professor, do you want to come with me?"

"Thank you for your kindness." Dumbledore blinked, "If I were there, they would be very nervous."

Rita's smile became brighter.

It seems that there is more than one big news.

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