Chapter 53 The Dead Are More Likely to Breed Fear

Facing Dumbledore's inquiring gaze, Harry quickly said:

"Ron was taken away by Filch before the dinner began."

"Lock his position immediately."

Dumbledore looked at William and seemed to be asking for the Gothe map with his intelligent voice.

William took out a map of Hogwarts from the ring.

Lockhart stuck his head over, and William blocked it slightly, refusing to let him watch.

It is densely packed with the names of the students, and there are various secret passages, which are completely different from the ones he sold at school. How can you show it to Lockhart?

"He's still in Filch's office." William glanced at the map. "alone."

"Professor McGonagall, please help me bring Mr. Weasley. I need to ask him something."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left the school hospital.

"Mrs Pomfrey, can you help me get some potions? I think Mr. Filch will wake up soon, and I think he needs to replenish some strength." Dumbledore continued.

Madam Pomfrey turned and walked towards a room.

"Harry, you haven't eaten dinner yet?" Dumbledore asked concerned. "How about some fruit tarts?"

Harry wanted to say he had no appetite, but his stomach was growling.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a fruit tart and a glass of hot milk had appeared on the table not far away.

Well... I'm a little hungry indeed, so Harry will eat something with reluctance.

Harry was now waiting for Filch to wake up, clear his name, and then slap Lockhart and Snape who were suspicious of him.

No attack means no attack, we can't wrong honest people!

Harry had never been so eager to hear Filch speak.

Snape walked over to Filch.

William also stepped forward, "Principal, if you don't mind..."

"Of course." Dumbledore turned slightly.

Snape snorted and gave way to William.

William didn't examine Filch's wound, which he had already done when he found Filch.

He collected the blood clot on Filch's body in a test tube, ready to go back and study it.

Filch's chest originally had a fatal wound, but the blood stopped unexpectedly... There is a special substance to help stop the bleeding.

Most importantly, those blood clots were all petrified... This feature is too rare.

As a potion master, William needs to go back to study and analyze what substance caused it.

Snape apparently thought so too, and he moved faster than William.

People, as long as you have a word on it, no matter whether it is a dead fat house or a technical house, it will be scary.

In the distance, footsteps sounded.

Ron was brought by Professor McGonagall. He was dirty and smelled of thick mud.

"What's the matter, Headmaster?" Ron was a little scared and looked puzzled.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Dumbledore looked at him, then asked gently.

"I fell into the black lake."

"How did you fall into the black lake?"

"Last year William and the others caught a mermaid, and I want to catch one as well, and give it to Harry as a Halloween present." Ron explained quickly.

These words fell in Harry's ears, and he only felt a warm current pouring into his body, from the outside to the inside, making him so excited that he was about to scream...

Sure enough, Ron was his best buddy!

Harry suddenly felt that the pure milk in his mouth was not so pure.

He took a bite of the fruit tart and sighed slightly.

Somehow, the two hadn't whispered in a bed for a long time, and Harry thought tonight was a good opportunity.

Ron didn't know that Harry was going to sleep with his feet tonight, and he continued: "I stepped on the mud, and the soles of my feet slipped and fell into the black lake.

Then, I went back to the castle and was caught by Filch.

He said I had soiled the floor and told me to go to his office and I followed. "

"Next, why did Mr. Filch leave the office?" Dumbledore asked.

"There was a terrible smell outside. He said it was a prank by Peeves, so he rushed out with a broom and left me in the office... By the way, Mr. Filch, what happened to him?"

"He was attacked."

"Who attacked?" Ron turned pale.

No one answered him.

Professor Snape glanced at Ron maliciously, and asked, "You've been in Filch's office for so long, and you won't leave if he doesn't come back?

I don't think Weasleys are all that honest. "

"I was asleep!" said Ron annoyed.

Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "Mr. Weasley did fall asleep on the table when I went."

"You won't doubt me, will you?" Ron growled, "Why would I attack Filch, just because I was in his office when he had an accident?!"

At this time, a cough came from the hospital bed.

Filch finally woke up.

Madam Pomfrey quickly poured him the potion.

Filch drank the potion like a puppet.

"Felch, who attacked you?" Lockhart asked enthusiastically.

Filch looked blank, as if thinking about how to... speak.

"Who is it, Argus?" Dumbledore asked again.

Filch straightened his upper body stiffly, his head turning mechanically, like a zombie.

His eyes slid over Ron, paused for a moment, then turned suddenly to... Harry!

Filch's lips moved slightly, and his voice seemed to be forced out of his throat.

"Harry Potter!"

Filch's voice was low, echoing in the flickering candlelight.

Everyone was silent.

Harry spat out the milk in surprise.

People were stolen and identified by the victim... At that moment, Harry almost believed it.

"Could it be that I have schizophrenia, and the second personality did it?!"

If William knew what Harry was thinking, he would probably sneer.

"Child, don't say that you are mentally ill when something happens. This excuse is not easy to use in the magic world."

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Principal's office,

Dumbledore sat down in the chair, his flowing silver hair and beard gleaming in the candlelight.

His slender fingertips were touching, his chin resting on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon-shaped lenses, as if lost in thought.

William sat across from him and pondered, but he almost fell asleep.

William shook his head and asked:

"Professor, didn't you guess that the monster in the secret room was a basilisk?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Last semester, I already killed the basilisk. Are there other monsters in the secret room?" William asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore's face was particularly solemn.

"William, the basilisk is never important, Slytherin left that room for nearly a thousand years, and the basilisk never attacked the students.

I don't want to say it's harmless, but I must point out, does it really matter if there are basilisks, or chambers of secrets?

Danger never comes from basilisks, but from people! "

William nodded convincingly, pondered for a moment, and said, "What do you think of tonight's events, who is lying?"

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"Ron's explanation is reasonable, but Filch and Harry are weird."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "Harry was where he shouldn't be, and Filch pointed out who shouldn't."

"Felch is acting weird, could he be under the Imperius Curse?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not Imperius... I can't tell right now, but I've seen similar things before and need to investigate."

William nodded slightly.

Dumbledore is so mature, he's seen everything.

"Professor, I still have something very puzzling, and I need your explanation."

"The other party left the message that the secret room was opened, apparently to spread fear, telling us that ... the attack has begun, the game has begun.

So,

Why didn't he kill Filch?

dead,

not more than the living,

Is it easier to breed fear? "

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