269 Chapter 269 Suspect (1/2)
You can search for ”a magical Hogwarts novel ()” in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Under the notice of the prefect, Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many professors.
After he checked the handwriting, Filch floated with his wand waved.
”Come with me, William, I need your help if I have something.” He said softly, ”Oh, and Mr. Potter.”
Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.
”My office is closest to here, the principal—right here—you can—”
”Thank you, Guidro.” Dumbledore shook his head. ”But your office doesn't work. I think Filch needs a bed.”
”Yes, you are right, principal, there are too many dangerous magic items in my office, which are not conducive to the preservation of corpses.”
Loha nodded, a little excited, as if he saw the incredible material of the novel.
Professor McGonagall and Snape also followed, and the other teachers left with their students.
Hermione didn't leave, she handed the Popo Tea to Annie, and followed William closely.
Mrs. Loris also followed Filch.
When the group came to the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth and exclaimed.
”Where's Merlin, what's going on?!”
”Assault, I think a dark wizard attacked poor Filch. But it doesn't matter, the danger is over, I am here.”
Lockhart jumped up and down, already substituting himself into the role of the new book.
And Mrs. Pomfrey, obviously will become a panic, lack of opinion, and a bit annoying head nurse in the book.
Dumbledore put Filch on a bed and began to examine carefully.
Harry flinched back in fear, opening his mouth and telling William and Hermione silently, ”I can't see you in the rain.”
Harry quickly shut up, and Snape's swarthy eyes stared straight into his eyes, making him very uncomfortable.
Harry's instinct told him: Snape wanted to pick his eyes.
What a grudge and grievance!
Do you hate my eyes so much?
Harry remembered William saying that Professor Snape's hairline was dangerous... Harry was willing to send his head to Snape to make him a beautiful wig.
Why bother with his eyes.
Dumbledore bent over, and the tip of his long hooked nose almost touched the wound on Filch's body.
In this short time, the wound has completely healed, and the blood coagulated on the outside of the wound has become completely solid.
He touched it lightly and it turned into russet powder.
Dumbledore's pupils shrank sharply.
seem,
Incomprehensible.
He looked at Filch through the half-moon-shaped spectacles, and his slender index finger, like a stick, pierced Filch's body here and there, poking repeatedly.
Lockhart hovered around them, constantly making suggestions.
”It must be an unforgivable curse—Avadaso killed Filch—I have seen people use this type of curse many times, and I have experience with this type of death curse.
It's a pity that I was not there at the time, otherwise Filch would survive like Harry did, except that there would be a lightning scar on his chest...”
”...I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou,” Lockhart said. ”A series of attacks are detailed in my autobiography.
At that time, I provided Muggles with various amulets, and the problem was solved in one fell swoop...”
”Filch is not dead,” Dumbledore said.
Lockhart is counting how many murders he has prevented. At this moment,
Suddenly stopped.
”He's not dead?”
”I just fainted, and soon... I'll wake up!” Dumbledore said.
”Ah! It's about the same as my judgment!” Lockhart said.
Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, his gaze finally moved away from Harry and fell on Lockhart.
The expression on his face is very strange, desperately restraining himself from laughing.
seem,
It would be nice to have such a colleague.E-bookshop