Chapter 180 Teachers' Reactions

Chapter 180 Teachers' reactions

Professor McGonagall confirmed that all the teachers had arrived, and she said in a heavy tone, "It's another accident, Professor Lockhart has been attacked." But her face was not heavy and sad, but a little bit. easy.

"That's really a sad thing." Professor Sprout's tone couldn't read sadness at all, "My mandrake is about to mature, it's a pity that I can't make it even if I doze off. Professor Lockhart, who produced the resurrection potion, came to refine it."

"It's a pity that I couldn't see Professor Lockhart and the monsters in the secret room with my own eyes. It's a pity that they fought for 300 rounds." Snape said regretfully, "Their movements are too fast, they were killed in a second. Three hundred rounds are over. Otherwise, maybe others can catch up."

"That's really a pity. It's hard to imagine that the monster dared to attack the teacher in the school, and it's even harder to imagine that the teacher who was attacked couldn't hold on for even a second." Professor Flitwick was a little helpless about Lockhart's incompetence.

"It's a pity that Lockhart didn't leave the slightest clue." Professor McGonagall thought about the attack with a headache. Even if there were a few more clues, Lockhart was really incompetent.

"The only clue is that we now know that monsters are not limited to attacking students. If possible, he will even attack teachers, which is a good thing." Snape's tone was a little light.

The other teachers were immediately thoughtful, and if the monster even attacked the teacher, then there would be a possibility to draw it out.

Not every teacher is as inept as Lockhart, and they don't think they're going to lose to a monster controlled by their students. What's more, this is still a school. As long as monsters are drawn out and the monsters are held back, they can catch the murderer.

"Or we can provoke the murderer and let him continue to target the teacher." Professor McGonagall was possessed by Ron at this moment, and she immediately had the same method as Ron.

The other teachers also agreed. After all, they are really helpless now, and they can't even feel the shadow of the murderer. They don't think they'll be defenseless if the killer has their sights set on them. Only when you really come into contact with the murderer can you have the chance to catch the murderer.

For a time, the staff lounge was like a Gryffindor common room. The teachers also offered suggestions on how to provoke the murderer so that the murderer could target them.

In a single-person dormitory in Ravenclaw, there were a few more magic circles on the white and monotonous walls in the past. The closed curtains blocked the intrusion of sunlight, and the silver candles in the room were shining with pale blue flames. A simple single-person dormitory suddenly had a mysterious magic atmosphere.

A tall and strong man was looking at a diary on the desk.

The thin, worn diary was looming in the pale blue light, as if it would suddenly disappear.

The man clings to an unpretentious wand, taps it on the diary, and draws a wisp of slender black smoke from the diary. Black smoke fell to the ground and turned into a translucent illusory shadow.

"The attack happened again. It seems that you prepared the backhand, Tom." The tall man stared at the shadow turned into a figure in front of him, and said in a positive tone.

"What do you know? Damn George." Black smoke turned into a tall boy with black hair, his illusory figure seemed a little blurry, as if it was separated by a layer of fog.

"No surprise, give the basilisk an order in advance. If you don't have your order for a long time, continue to attack, even increase the intensity and frequency of the attack, and finally kill people." George's face was flat and analyzed that a terrorist would means used.

Riddle's face was a little ugly, the meat was on the chopping board, and he was seen through the plan, and now there is no chance to turn it over.

He hesitated a little and changed his strategy, "A single-person dormitory, are you Slytherin or Ravenclaw? Looking at the simple furnishings and arrangements in the room, you are a person who is dull and lacks taste. Then it goes without saying, You're the Ravenclaw of nerds. Although you're not a normal nerd."

"I prefer sly and cunning Slytherins to stubborn and stubborn Ravenclaw rather than stupid and innocent Gryffindors. After all, we don't have a conflict in the strict sense of the word."

Riddle said politely, "Actually, as soon as we met, you hit me hard, and I haven't recovered yet. Maybe we'll have more to discuss."

He looked around the room again, "There is nothing superfluous in the room. It can be seen that you are a person with firm will and pursuit of strength."

"You know, even at this age, I don't have the strength you have now."

He said in a bewitching tone, "We can be friends. I have a lot of people. But most of them are useless, and they can't understand me. They only have restless desires and violent madness in their hearts." He lowered his head and said. My own loneliness and loneliness are not understood by others.

Then looking up at George again, he changed his tone and continued, "But we are not the same, we are the same kind, we seek strength. We seek strength, we decide everything. We can be friends, we can share the world. "

"Even, I don't mind that you dominate the world. I am more eager to use endless life to explore endless knowledge. I think you must have had a similar idea."

"This did happen." George's tone was flat, and he did not deny that he had had similar thoughts.

Riddle's bewitching immediately became more intense, "We are born extraordinary, we are born strong. The world to us is just a criss-crossed and intertwined web. They bind our strength and bind our talents. "

"Because other people are too fragile and too ordinary, they suppress our nature and ask us to be gregarious."

"But in fact, we don't need it, we are the ones who decide the direction of the world." He seemed to see that George was not much touched, and immediately changed his words, "At least, we must control ourselves, and no one can interfere with our destiny. ."

"A reasonable statement." George said noncommittally. After all, he wasn't really only twelve years old. As a person who lived in his twenties in the Internet age in his previous life and had experienced all kinds of forums, how could he be moved by simple empty words.

"You're not friendly, I know you're still prejudiced against me." Riddle couldn't hear George's blandness, he became more modest and friendly.

(To be continued.)

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