Hermione turned over the pages and finally stopped at the introduction of a magical animal.
"The snake monster! It is a horrible magical animal. Its eyes can kill people, and the symbol of Slytherin is the snake."
Listening to the near perfect answer, Harry still had his doubts in his heart, "but York was just petrified, not dead."
Hermione thought for a moment. What Harry said was true, but her intuition told her that the murderer was using a snake monster.
Ron looked at his friends' efforts and spoke out his ideas boldly.
"This is Hogwarts. Maybe some magic is protecting us."
Ron became more and more excited as he talked, thinking that his idea was quite right.
After all, Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world, and the principal is the greatest white wizard Dumbledore in modern times.
Although Ron's idea is really reasonable, there is no exact evidence. Hermione and Harry both remain suspicious of the killer being a snake monster.
After a few mouthfuls of breakfast, Harry hurried out of the public lounge.
Walking on the campus, Harry can feel strange eyes from all directions.
After finding a remote corner, he tried to cast the Wind Chanting Mantra on himself.
However, after more than ten attempts, Harry's wand still didn't show any green light.
"It seems you need to keep practicing, Harry."
The familiar voice sounded behind him, and a splash of blue flashed before his eyes.
At this moment, the shouts of voices merged into Harry's ears, and Harry's eyebrows began to tighten.
He took out his wand to input his magic power, and adjusted his ability to his own range.
"Hoo! Thank you, professor."
Harry leaned out and looked around. He found that the corner he was looking for was really out of the way. In addition to taking a rest last weekend, few people passed by.
"What? Worried that I was following you?"
Ossell embraced his hands and looked at Harry with interest to see what explanation he could give.
"I... just... worried that someone might be following me."
The lame reason didn't even convince Harry himself, and his voice grew weaker as he spoke.
"Ha ha ha, vigilance is a good thing. Don't be shy. In fact, I expect you to question directly. In this way, Professor Dumbledore's training will be successful."
Otel patted him on the shoulder and continued.
"Of course, your current situation is not a failure, but a little insufficient for the burden on your shoulders."
"Professor, what is the important task you have been talking about? Why does President Dumbledore let me shoulder it?"
"I'm sorry, Harry, but it's not time to tell you. President Dumbledore has his own arrangements for that matter. I just want to give you a little information. Remember to keep it secret."
After Ossell gave him a look, he returned to his floating state.
Harry nodded. It must be a very important thing, and he decided to keep it in his heart.
Follow Otel out of the corner, and they walk slowly side by side. When passing students see Otel, their steps become hurried.
Aosaier suddenly said, "Do you know why I came here?
Because this is the sweetheart corridor of the school, everyone knows what they are doing here, so there will be so few talents. "
After listening to the explanation. Only then did Harry find that the students around him seemed to be in pairs, coming very close to each other and whispering to each other from time to time.
Knowing that he had gone to the wrong place, Harry's face was as red as the monkey's buttocks. He lowered his head and dared not look at the seniors and sisters around him.
After a while, when there was no one around, Harry raised his head and asked Ossell in a low voice.
"Professor, are you here to catch a couple?"
"Oh, have you ever seen someone catch a couple?"
Otel is a little curious about this. Few schools in the West will prohibit students from falling in love, let alone the sparsely populated magic world.
"Well, it's the school I went to. There is a teaching director who will catch lovers in the corridor and call parents."
"Oh, have you ever been caught?"
It seemed that he was frightened by Otel's words. Harry kept waving his hand to deny, "No, no, no, I didn't!"
"Oh, really?" He didn't ask, leaving only a meaningful smile for Harry.
Harry was speechless and anxious.
After a dance, he gave up.
He suddenly found that he seemed to see a little bit of Otel's character clearly.
It's a bit of a bad taste, likes to look at people's panic, and doesn't listen to others' explanations.
Maybe he listened, but pretended not to hear.
To sum up, a professor who likes to make fun of others may also be good at talking.
Perhaps he had a general impression of Ossell, and Harry was much less reserved.
"Professor, do you think I can catch the murderer?"
Ossell looked outside, then looked at Harry, reached out and touched his head.
"It's not dark yet. Why are you talking in your sleep? You don't have a fever."
With a calm tone and sincere incomprehension, Harry felt the irony he had never felt before.
Even if he knew that he was teasing himself, he could not be angry with the serious expression.
However, Harry could only hold his breath in his stomach, and his face was red.
"If you want to blow your brains out, it's really easier for everyone to come out during the day."
Otel talked nonsense seriously, as if Harry really wanted to do so.
After learning that there was no way to find a clue in the daytime, Harry and Ossell wandered around the campus without a hitch. At this time, his ears suddenly heard the voice of conversation outside the castle.
"Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but please take us to Hagrid."
"Cornell, Hagrid will not be the successor of Slytherin, you know that."
"I'm sorry Dumbledore. Recently, the Ministry has received many howling letters asking us to catch the murderer."
"But now there is no evidence to prove that Hagrid is the murderer. I don't agree with this."
"But Hagrid is now the biggest suspect in this matter! The Ministry of Magic needs to consider the opinions of the public!"
Fudge and Dumbledore argued more and more loudly, and their tone was not as relaxed as at the beginning.
The two were at loggerheads, and Fudge, who was getting more and more angry, felt that the authority of his Minister of Magic had been offended. Thinking of the pure blood family who had recently made good to him, his dissatisfaction with Dumbledore had reached its peak.
"Dumbledore, I'm informing you. Now, the Ministry of Magic will summon Ruber Hagrid to the Ministry for questioning, and must take him away. Now!"
"... Connelly, you will regret it. It will only be you who fools people."
Dumbledore's voice was tired, and even if Harry could not see his expression, he could feel a burst of unstoppable loneliness.
"I am the Minister of Magic! Dumbledore!"
Just as the sound of footsteps faded away, a familiar voice sounded.
Because Harry, who had listened too attentively, found that Othello had already gone far and was leaning against the fence and shouting at Dumbledore and them.
"Principal, are you walking?"