v2 Chapter 424： emerge

I was spotted by Grindelwald and went to Hogwarts Chapter 424 to emerge

Hearing Mrs. Pince's answer, Sean couldn't help frowning.

Is your guess wrong?

Or, that person has a way to hide his body, such as an invisibility cloak or a phantom body spell. Although Mrs. Pins is quite powerful in the library, she is not too deep in magic. attainments.

However, according to my own judgment, the strength of the lurker should not be very strong, and the invisibility cloak is not a street item, and even I have seized one of the other party's...

Thinking of this, Sean asked again, "Madam, I want to know, is there any other place to hide in the library?"

The library at Hogwarts is actually open around the clock, at least Sean hasn't seen the door closed here, but no one will receive you in the middle of the night.

It's just that Filch would take Mrs. Norris to patrol the entire castle every night, and Mrs. Pince's first thing at work every day was to check the situation in the entire library.

The point is, if the lurker has no means of invisibility, he/she has no way to get out under Mrs. Pince's nose after casting the Imperius on a student - the librarian at the door A lot of magic, almost a lifetime of learning.

Mrs. Pince frowned and said, "There is no place. Although the Hogwarts Library occupies a large area, the passages here are all connected, the bookshelves are on the ceiling, and there is no place to hide people in the library. — and I have to check every half an hour, and the day Miss Insabel Petty came to borrow books happened to be my cleaning day, and no one else came all morning, I can be sure."

As she spoke, she suddenly added: "Speaking of which, the only place to hide people is in the rest room."

"Restroom?"

Sean looked in the direction of Mrs. Pince's finger. There was a wooden door on the corner wall of the library, which was locked at the moment.

"I'm not used to being in the staff lounge. I prefer to be with these ink-scented books, so the principal granted me a lounge in the library."

Sean nodded, then asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, maybe that lounge can hide people, isn't it?"

Mrs. Pince seemed to have been greatly insulted. She kicked Sean, and the feather duster twitched twice in the air: "Impossible! Only I will occasionally use that lounge, and only I know the password to enter— —The door borrows the magic of the Hogwarts library and can only be opened with a password."

Having said that, the stern and irritable lady put on her hips and said rudely, "Mr. Wallop, do you think I'm an inner ghost, or am I also controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

Sean took a step back politely and said with an apologetic smile: "Of course not, ma'am, I don't mean that. It's just that the situation in the castle has been relatively tense recently, and I hope to get more comprehensive and rigorous information. Please allow me to My rude apology—"

Mrs. Pince's angry expression eased a lot: "I can understand, but I hope you can pay attention to your words."

"Of course, please allow me to express my apology again," Sean patted his chest and greeted, "Then I'll go first, ma'am."

Walking out of the door of the library, Sean's slightly apologetic face suddenly returned to its original appearance, and there was even a chill in his eyes.

"An Imperius Curse in another sense... It's probably him..."

Sean walked to an uninhabited stone wall and tapped lightly, and the stone wall fluctuated like the surface of water.

It's a contact only he and Stephanie can use, and only the two of them have direct access to - both of them have some access to the Room of Requirement.

Stephanie came a little faster than Sean imagined, and a wooden door soon appeared on the stone wall, and Sean pushed the door and walked in.

"What's wrong?" The silver-white long-haired girl looked at him quietly.

"I need you to do me a favor..."

Sean briefly described the relevant events of the lurker, which is not something that needs to be kept secret.

Stephanie pondered for a while, then nodded lightly and said, "I see... But why do you think that the remaining lurker is Professor Lockhart, just because Mrs. Pince is obsessed with him? Maybe Mrs. Pince would do something stupid because of this infatuation, but if she's lying to you, you should be able to tell—you just said that Mrs. Pince doesn't look like she's lying?"

Sean smiled mysteriously and pointed to his head: "Male intuition."

Yes, Lockhart, and it's not intuitive.

The image of Lockhart, a sloppy professor, has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Everyone thinks that he is only rhetorical and his own strength is worrying, but perhaps only Sean knows about the entire Hogwarts.

Lockhart really can't do anything, but the other party's knowledge of memory spells is very deep - otherwise he would not have been able to steal other people's work and write a best-selling book.

It just so happened that the memory spell played a very crucial role in the recent incident, otherwise Parvati and Lavender would not have been able to secretly carry out operations for up to two weeks.

In addition, Mrs. Pince did not look like she was lying, and Dave's sense of smell couldn't detect anything wrong with the other party, but that just showed that Lockhart may have been acting for a long time.

It's normal for Mrs. Pince to be unguarded about her admirers. Lockhart can easily find opportunities to modify the other party's memory. Over time, Dave can't smell anything wrong.

Lockhart could easily find out Mrs. Pince's password in the library lounge, and then use a spell to change this paragraph. Naturally, Mrs. Pince thought she didn't reveal it.

Of course, this is all speculation, even if the probability is higher than 99%, it needs evidence. Sean can be responsible for finding evidence, but also to prevent Lockhart from receiving the news and taking certain actions.

A master of memory spells like Lockhart will not set a memory switch. Therefore, under Sean's question just now, Lockhart may have known that he was suspected or even discovered.

Sean needs a person to inform the professors to take more rigorous precautions, and also needs a person to monitor Lockhart. Stephanie can be contacted quickly and is the most suitable person for monitoring.

Of course, I can't explain all these words to Stephanie, but what surprised Sean was that Stephanie, who is usually calm and rational, didn't question Sean's "male intuition".

She nodded seriously: "I understand, if there is something to contact, I will go right now."

The silver-haired girl did not hesitate at all and left immediately.

"It's really a good partner when working together." Sean spread his hands and grunted.

He did not leave the stone wall, but walked in the other direction.

In Mrs. Pince's lounge, Sean can enter without a password.

Pushing open the wooden door, Sean, holding his wand, first checked it out, and after confirming that there was no vigilance magic in this small lounge, he looked at the room.

This lounge, which belongs to Mrs. Pings, is neither spacious nor gorgeous. It looks like an ordinary study. However, there are few traces of life here, and it seems that Mrs. Pings does not use it frequently.

Sean turned around at random. It seemed that only Mrs. Pince had come in here alone, but it was only a single person for chairs, wine glasses or other daily necessities.

"Naga, go." Sean shook the sleeves of the robe, and Najia, the bird snake that shrank into a thin line, climbed to the ground, and then quickly swam into the smallest gaps in the room.

Birds and snakes, such as magical animals that can shrink their bodies at will, are really great in terms of exploration. It just so happens that Sean can communicate with Najia accurately and will not miss any information that may be expressed by Mohu.

It's nice to have a bird snake that understands your heart.

Soon, Naja swam back, she enlarged her body a little, wrapped around Sean's half body gently, and neighed softly in his ear.

"So here it is... Well done, Naja."

Sean smiled and touched Bird Snake's head, then walked to the wooden table.

Moving the table away, Sean pointed his wand directly at the ground below, red light flashed, and the stone brick cracked a crack.

And Sean also saw what was inside. There was a box in a small space with a large stack of letters in it, and several empty bottles for storing memories next to it.

Sean picked it up, and sure enough, the font on it was the gorgeous squiggly font that Lockhart often used.

"To Dear Mother:"

"Your son has had some troubles recently. The outside world is tense. Hogwarts is blocked. Owls are no longer allowed to deliver letters, which makes me a little distressed."

"I can't write back to my admirers, and I can't send my thoughts back to you, but I still have to write this letter and send it to you together - of course, your son As an internationally renowned great wizard, I am secretly working on solving the most recent big problems, but please forgive me for not being able to tell you in detail."

"I almost forgot, I will try to contact the officials of the Ministry of Magic, so that they can open an owl channel for me to communicate privately. I still have some friendship with the new minister."

...

"To Dear Mother:"

"My life at the school is very good. The students still admire me so much, and the professors also admire me a lot - at the last dinner, Mr. Dumbledore even specially toasted me."

"Reborn Financial Giants"

...

"Oh, the kids are a bit rebellious lately, and they're not very polite to the professors—and that doesn't include me, of course."

...

"Because of the aggravation of academic tasks, the school has recruited a new batch of teaching assistants. In fact, I don't really need them, but... Haha, your son's courses are so popular that there are too many students asking me questions after class. And, we have to give young people some opportunities, don't we?"

...

"To Dear Mother:"

"Looks like I'm in big trouble...I don't even know how to tell you all this, oh my god..."

Sean scanned it roughly, almost all of the letters Lockhart was going to send to his mother, but there was bravado and self-centeredness between the lines, and it was unknown if it was for showing off to his mother or something else.

By the time of the last letter, Lockhart's handwriting was noticeably scribbled, and he looked extremely disturbed.

Dawson may have found him at that time... Sean thought silently.

"Huh?" Sean found himself missing a note, but the writing on it was not Lockhart's.

"Contact Spell:..."

"Apparition Location:..."

"Note: Hiding your identity is your number one priority unless you receive special contact."

This is the contact information given to Lockhart by the forces behind...

Sean narrowed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, put the note away.

Time to confront Lockhart...

...

The sun is gradually lowering, and the mountains are gradually closing in a shadow.

At the foot of an unknown mountain, a gloomy classical manor stands quietly in the jungle.

The last rays of the setting sun plated the manor with a warm golden color, but the sunlight did not mean to penetrate into the interior.

Footsteps sounded in the basement corridor in the manor, and two twisting shadows were printed on the dim green torches. Strangely, there was only one footstep in the corridor.

The wizard who was guarding in front of a dungeon saw the person coming, he bowed silently, and then opened the cell door under the gesture of the floating shadow in front.

The floating man in black robe turned around, his voice hoarse and gloomy: "I don't even know how to describe him... He has no doubts about your loyal mother, and his fanaticism is also eye-catching, just..."

The man in black robe laughed mockingly: "Mr. Riddle His enthusiasm was used on the kid who pretended to be your identity."

The man in the back raised his head, revealing a round face and a pair of mouse-like eyes, holding a swaddle in his arms, which contained a strange creature that looked like a baby.

It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. The skin is dark and red, like tender meat that has been injured. Its arms and legs were slender and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

A chilly hoarse voice sounded: "Let me tell you one thing, don't call me Riddle, I have only one name now, and that is - Voldemort."

"Oh, I'm so sorry—" There was no apology in the black-robed man's voice, "Mr. Voldemort, your most loyal servant, can you pull back his mind?"

Voldemort snorted coldly. Surprisingly, he didn't show obvious anger because of this black-robed man's rudeness.

"He'll understand..." Voldemort said coldly.

He was carried into the dungeon.

At the end of the dungeon, a young man was bound to a wooden chair. He described it as withered, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright, and he kicked the person in an almost twisted way.

He licked his lips as fast as a snake, and let out a nervous laugh: "Ha-ha-, idiots, here again? You should never be delusional, I will betray my master!"

The black-robed man snorted coldly.

"Here is your master, Barty Crouch Jr." +BOOKMARK+