I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 95 Assassination

Then he told Owen everything he had heard and the results of his investigation at Hogwarts over the past few days.

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, a young wizard was killed, and Hagrid was arrested as a suspect."

As Harry spoke, he suddenly felt a sense of unease; he remembered Grindelwald.

He even argued with Hermione last semester.

Why didn't the guards of Nurmengard reveal the escape of the criminals?

Given the nature of those magical officials, they would never actually investigate further; instead, they would simply and brutally arrest Hagrid again.

"Stop! I just want to know, did you report to the professor this time?"

"I already said it," Ron said first.

"Ahem! We unexpectedly ran into Snape during our investigation."

"Oh! What did he say after he heard that?" Owen asked curiously.

"Hmm—" Ron paused for a moment, then, in a low voice, slowly spoke in Snape's tone, "Mr. Potter, your so-called guess is truly astonishing. I originally thought that your brain and the brain of a troll should have some subtle differences, but now it seems that the biggest difference between you and that creature is perhaps just that its club is thicker."

It must be said that Ron's imitation was very convincing.

I wouldn't say 100%, but it's at least 70% or 80%.

Owen could even smell the distinctive greasy hair that belonged to Professor Snape.

"Hmm, should I praise you?"

"Ron Weasley?"

The chilly tone and the sudden drop in temperature.

Without turning around, the Gryffindor trio knew that the blue man had appeared.

"Professor." Ron turned around, his teeth chattering.

Sure enough, a cold, icy face was staring at him.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points," he said.

Then his gaze passed over Ron and landed on Owen. "Over there, Dumbledore wants to talk to you." He pointed to the position on the platform.

Owen turned his head and, sure enough, saw Dumbledore, dressed in a shimmering purple robe, winking at him.

"Damn it! I haven't even had a few days of rest! I have to get back to work!" Irving complained miserably, but he moved quickly and ran to the front of the podium in the blink of an eye.

The two, one big and one small, along with Mr. Aubo, exchanged a few pleasantries.

Then Old Deng's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up. The three of them chatted and laughed as they passed through a side door and left the auditorium.

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Time flies, and Halloween has arrived at Hogwarts.

These days, Mr. Ober has become very popular with the young wizards. As a Hufflepuff, he has gained the approval of all the young wizards from all the houses except Slytherin.

Because, during the days he was investigating and gathering evidence, this man took Lockhart's place in several Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Although his magical abilities were quite limited, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten a good beating from Owen.

But he is the only Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who looks normal in recent years.

He still knew simple black magic defense spells, and his previous position in the Department of Magical Creatures Control allowed him to travel all over the world.

Although I'm not very good at this, I've seen and heard quite a lot.

Although his story is not as dramatic as Lockhart's, it is true to life.

For the young wizard who had never left Hogwarts, the world he described was so free and so alluring.

Of course, with good news comes bad news.

A few days before Halloween.

Under the spell's influence, Professor Flitwick, after being relentlessly questioned by the young wizards, finally recounted the story.

Now everyone knows that someone opened the secret room fifty years ago.

Furthermore, a young wizard also died.

Although Professor Flitwick did not reveal Hagrid's situation, a palpable sense of panic began to spread among the students.

Then came Halloween.

That night—

The auditorium was once again decorated with all sorts of festive decorations: pumpkin lanterns, ghost candles that changed colors from time to time and emitted ghostly appearances, and little bats chirping and flapping their wings.

That sounded just like Snape's footsteps.

"Where's Owen?" Hannah didn't see Owen at the long table in Hufflepuff.

"I heard they went to the principal's office for hot pot. You know, special treatment for outstanding students." Although he said this, Justin didn't seem to care at all.

He was currently engaged in a duel with the pumpkin pie in front of him.

Hearing the sound, Hannah looked toward the podium and, sure enough, did not see Professor Dumbledore.

Even many professors were not present.

"What happened?"

Normally, professors would come to the auditorium to celebrate holidays.

this year

Perhaps the atmosphere in the auditorium was a bit too strange.

Everyone was feeling a bit irritable.

After a quick dinner, the young wizards, led by their respective prefects, began to leave the Great Hall in batches.

"Squeak! Bang!"

The heavy doors of the auditorium were pushed open.

A gust of cold wind blew across the faces of the young wizards present, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed young wizard peered through the countless stone pillars on both sides of the hall and looked towards the courtyard.

Mr. Aubo?

Before the young wizards could figure out why this Ministry of Magic official was here...

A dark shadow suddenly flashed by in the corner of the courtyard.

"This is a crime! Stop what you're doing!!!"

Mr. Ober, wand in hand, stared intently at the illusory figure.

His still-youthful face was filled with determination and a sense of justice.

He graduated only three or four years ago.

"Crushed to pieces!"

Seeing that the man ignored him, Mr. Ober quickly cast a spell, and a red light was flung out.

"Bang!" A huge explosion rang out. Smoke and dust filled the air.

But before the smoke cleared...

A strange green light suddenly appeared.

Interspersed with the sounds of countless people dying tragically.

It instantly devoured Mr. Obo.

It was abrupt and quite startling.

"Bang!" Mr. Ober, who had only known the little wizard for a few days, fell heavily onto the cold ground.

Eyes wide open.

Even on his deathbed, his expression remained resolute.

Death brought that expression to a permanent halt.

"No!!! Mr. Aubert." At that moment, Gilderoy Lockhart appeared out of nowhere.

He stood trembling in the corridor of the courtyard.

His eyes were filled with terror.

In fact, he was the professor Mr. Oberon had the most contact with during his time at Hogwarts.

Of course, this was to develop connections within the Ministry of Magic.

"No—no!!!"

He seemed stunned; in his panic, he even stumbled to the ground. An invitation fell out.

The corners of his clothes were covered in mud.

Her golden hair had also lost its luster.

To escape!

Lockhart, whose mind was filled with this thought, no longer cared about his image. He staggered to his feet and quickly left the place, his feet wobbling.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!!!"

An invisible blade sliced ​​through the darkness, slashing towards the illusory figure where the mysterious person was located.

Yes—Snape!

Professor Snape is here!

A slender figure with straight hair and an unfathomable air suddenly appeared in front of the door.

Holding his wand, he stared coldly at a figure in the shadows.

Next, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick.

The four deans arrived at the same time, which was quite a coincidence.

I feel like I'm missing out if I don't post it.

(End of this chapter)