Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"We have something important to report to Professor McGonagall, you'd better let us out, Percy!" Ron didn't have much respect for his brother.

Or rather, among their siblings, the one he hated the most was Percy, who was usually pretentious.

Although Percy was unhappy with his attitude, he didn't say much, but said lightly.

"Professor McGonagall is not in the office now. The professors are all in a hurry. It's not too late to wait until tomorrow morning."

The prefects guarding Hogwarts were not only Percy, but none of them planned to release Harry and Ron. Obviously, Professor McGonagall had given them death orders before leaving.

There is no other way, Harry and the others can only choose to go back to the dormitory first, and report these things to the professor tomorrow morning.

At this time, several major professors of Hogwarts were gathering in Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"Minerva, you will arrange the work of escorting the students home tomorrow morning. If the others want to stay in this castle, they can stay, or they can leave with the train."

Dumbledore calmly assigned tomorrow's tasks, as if he was leaving the group.

The professors still had expressions of disbelief.

They never thought that Hogwarts, a magical school that was about to be established for a thousand years, did not suffer from two generations of black devil cholera, but would be closed now!

Especially under the leadership of Dumbledore, known as the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever known.

Sounds very absurd.

Professor Sprout sniffed and asked with red eyes.

"Has it really reached such an irreversible point?"

Professor McGonagall's originally serious face was also very lonely at this time. She was silent, obviously unable to accept this fact.

Professor Flitwick kept shaking his head and sighing. Even Snape, who had always had a cold face, had a bleak face and frowned. He was wondering if Dumbledore was really powerless.

Dumbledore looked at their expressions and smiled softly, comforting.

"Don't show this kind of expression as if we are about to say goodbye. It's just a temporary closure of the school. After the castle is safe, the school will continue to teach normally."

He lay down on his seat and said to the professors.

"Go back and prepare for tonight's patrol. Don't make mistakes on the last night. Or maybe we can make an accidental discovery before closing the school, and maybe catch the murderer?"

The four deans left Dumbledore's office, but Sherlock took the initiative to stay.

He stared at Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair thinking, and asked.

"You're leaving Hogwarts tonight?"

Dumbledore's fingers tapped lightly on the table top.

"This is a rare opportunity for him, but it is not the only opportunity, so we must give him enough sense of security." Then, his eyes turned to a letter on the desk, "And, tomorrow I do have one thing that must be done. things to deal with.”

Sherlock could vaguely see the person who signed the letter - "Nick LeMay".

"What if you didn't lead Tom out in the end as you thought?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"Then wait until Hogwarts is closed to conduct a large-scale investigation. When will the basilisk be found, until when."

"But your reputation..."

"Oh, do you think I care about these things, Sherlock." He blinked and said indifferently, "If my reputation can be exchanged for anything practical, then I will agree without hesitation, those An ethereal view means nothing to me."

Sherlock got up helplessly, ready to leave.

He felt that although Dumbledore's plan had the possibility of success, the probability of failure was also high, but he didn't speak his mind.

Before Sherlock left the office, Dumbledore suddenly said something.

"No matter what happens, you must protect Harry. Also, don't forget what I have prepared for you."

Sherlock held out a hand with his back to him, indicating that he understood, and then left the principal's room.

......

On this last night at Hogwarts, the students hardly slept well.

The same is true for Harry and Ron. They tossed and turned until the second half of the night before falling asleep for a while. When they woke up, they found that the sky had begun to get dark.

When they got up from the bed and were about to wash up, they found that Neville's bed was actually empty!

"Where's Neville?" Harry asked curiously.

Dean and Seamus, who were in the same bedroom, both shook their heads, and neither of them knew where Neville went.

Harry clearly felt something was wrong, he hurriedly ran out of the lounge with Ron, and there was no prefect to stop them from going out.

As a result, they did not find Professor McGonagall in the office, but met Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, in the corridor.

Nick looked depressed, sighing as he floated down the hallway.

Harry asked hastily, seeing him.

"Did you see where Professor McGonagall is? Nick."

"Professor McGonagall?" Nick sighed, "Alas, I just saw the professors assembled in the teachers' lounge~www.wuxiahere.com~Thank you, Nick!"

Just as Harry and Ron turned to go to the teachers' lounge, he suddenly heard Nick talking to himself behind him.

"...Even when Myrtle died 50 years ago, it wasn't as good as it is now...Hogwarts is about to close..."

Harry suddenly stopped his footsteps, he was stunned on the spot, Ron looked at him puzzled.

"What's the matter with you? Let's go find the professor?"

Harry's eyes opened wider and wider, and the excitement in his eyes was about to overflow.

He didn't answer Ron's question, but turned around quickly and went back to Nick.

"You just said that Myrtle died fifty years ago!"

Nick looked very sad about the closure of Hogwarts, he said with a scowl.

"Yes, fifty years ago, it was also rumored that the secret room was opened, and Myrtle died in the bathroom on the first floor. At that time, Hogwarts was not closed, but now... ....Ugh."

Harry jumped up from the ground excitedly.

"I see! I know where the entrance to the secret room is!"

Ron was still confused, he didn't understand why Harry was suddenly so excited.

"Myrtle was the one who was killed by that monster in the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago! She died in the bathroom on the first floor, and she was still there even as a ghost! Besides, the bathroom still went into the plumbing. entrance!"

Harry dragged Ron and ran towards the teachers' lounge, explaining to him in a fast-paced manner.

"So it's very likely that the bathroom is the entrance to the secret room! We must tell the professors this news quickly!"