Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 424: Resurface
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Hearing Mrs. Pince's answer, Sean couldn't help frowning.
Is your guess wrong?
Or, that person has ways to hide his figure, such as an invisibility cloak or an illusion spell. In the three-acre area of the library, although Mrs. Pince is quite powerful, she actually doesn't have much knowledge in magic.
However, according to my own judgment, that lurker's strength should not be very strong, and the invisibility cloak is not a high-end product, and I have even seized one of the opponent's...
Thinking of this, Sean asked again: "Madam, I want to know, is there any other hiding place in the library?"
The Hogwarts library is actually open around the clock. At least Sean has never seen the door closed, but no one will receive you in the middle of the night.
It's just that Filch will take Mrs. Norris to inspect the entire castle every night, and the first thing Mrs. Pince does every day when she goes to work is to check the situation in the entire library.
The point is, if the lurker has no means of invisibility, there is no way for him/her to sneak out under Mrs. Pince's nose after casting the Imperius Curse on a student-this librarian has cast a lot of magic at the door, which can almost be called a lifetime of learning.
Ms. Pince frowned and said, "There is no room. Although the Hogwarts library occupies a large area, all the passages here are connected. The bookshelves are on the ceiling, and there is no place for people to hide in the library--and I have to inspect it every half an hour. The day Miss Isabel Petty came to borrow books happened to be the day I was cleaning. No one else came in the whole morning. I can be sure of this."
As she spoke, she suddenly added: "Speaking of which, the only place where people can hide is the rest room."
"Break room?"
Shawn looked in the direction of Mrs. Pince's finger, and there was a wooden door on the corner wall of the library, which was being locked at the moment.
"I'm not used to staying in the faculty lounge, I prefer to stay with these books that exude the fragrance of ink, so Mr. Principal granted me a lounge in the library."
Shawn nodded, and then asked: "Excuse me, ma'am, maybe that lounge can hide people, isn't it?"
As if Mrs. Pince had been greatly insulted, she kicked on Sean, and the feather duster twitched twice in mid-air: "Impossible! Only I will occasionally use that lounge, and only I know the password to enter - that door borrows the magic power of the Hogwarts library, and only the password can be opened."
Speaking, the stern and violent lady crossed her waist and said bluntly: "Mr. Wallop, do you think I am 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 didn't mean that. It's just that the situation in the castle has been tense recently, and I hope to get more comprehensive and rigorous news. Please allow me to apologize for my rudeness—"
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 stroked his chest in greeting, "Then I'll go first, ma'am."
Walking out of the library gate, Sean's slightly apologetic face immediately returned to its original appearance, and there was even some chill in his eyes.
"The Imperius Curse in another sense...there is a high probability that it is him..."
Sean walked up to an uninhabited stone wall and tapped lightly. The stone wall rippled like water.
This is a contact method that only he and Stephanie can use, and only the two of them can receive it directly-both of them have partial permissions to use 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 girl with long silver hair looked at him quietly.
"I need you to do me a favor..."
Shawn briefly described the events related to the Lurker, which is not something that needs to be kept secret.
Stephanie pondered for a while, then nodded slightly and said: "I see... But why do you think that the remaining lurker is Professor Lockhart, because Mrs. Pince is obsessed with him? Maybe Mrs. Pince will do something stupid because of this obsession, but if she is lying to you, you should be able to see it—you just said that Mrs. Pince doesn't look like she is lying?"
Sean smiled mysteriously, and pointed to his head: "Male intuition."
Yes, Lockhart, and not intuitively.
The image of Lockhart as an idiot professor has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Everyone thinks that he can only talk about it, and his own strength is worrying, but Sean may be the only one in Hogwarts who knows it.
It's true that Lockhart can't do anything, but the other party's attainments in memory spells are very profound—otherwise, he wouldn't be able to steal other people's achievements and write them into bestsellers.
Coincidentally, in the recent incident, the memory spell played a very critical role, otherwise, Parvati and Lavender would not have been able to carry out the two-week-long operation secretly.
In addition, Mrs. Pince did not seem to be lying, and Dave's sense of smell could not 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 not to be defensive about the object of her admiration. Lockhart can easily find opportunities to modify the memory of the other party. After a long 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. Mrs. Pince naturally thought that she hadn't revealed it.
Of course, this is all speculation, even if it is a speculation with a probability higher than 99%, evidence is needed. Sean can be responsible for finding evidence, but he also needs to prevent Lockhart from taking certain actions after receiving the news.
A master of memory spells like Lockhart will not fail to set the memory switch, so, given Sean's question just now, Lockhart may already know that he has been suspected or even discovered.
Sean needs someone to inform the professors to take more stringent precautions, and also needs someone to monitor Lockhart. Stephanie can contact him the fastest, and she is also 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 "masculine intuition".
She nodded seriously: "I understand, I need to contact you, I will go right now."
The silver-haired girl didn't hesitate at all, and left immediately.
"It's really a good partner when we cooperate." Sean spread his hands and muttered.
He did not leave the stone wall, but walked in another direction.
Mrs. Pince's lounge, Sean can enter without a password.
Pushing open the wooden door, Sean, holding his wand, first checked it out. After confirming that there was no warning magic in this small lounge, he then looked around the room.
This lounge that belongs exclusively to Mrs. Pince is neither spacious nor gorgeous. It just looks like an ordinary study room. However, there are few traces of life here, and it seems that Mrs. Pince does not use it frequently.
Sean casually walked around, and it seemed that Mrs. Pince was the only one who came in here, but chairs, wine glasses or other daily necessities were only for one person.
"Najia, go." Sean shook the sleeve of his robe, and Najia, who shrank into a thin thread, climbed to the ground, and then quickly swam into the smallest gaps in the room.
A magical animal like a bird and snake that can shrink its body at will is really great in terms of detection. It just so happens that Sean can also communicate with Najia accurately, and will not miss any information that may be vaguely expressed.
It's nice to have a bird and snake who can understand your mind.
Soon, Nadja swam back. She enlarged her body a bit, wrapped her body gently around Sean's half body, and neighed softly in his ear.
"Here it is... well done, Nadja."
Sean smiled and touched Bird Snake's head, then walked to the wooden table.
Removing the table, Sean pointed his wand directly at the ground below, a 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 inside, and several empty bottles for storing memories beside it.
Sean picked up one, and sure enough, the font on it was the gorgeous cursive font that Lockhart often used.
"To my dear mother:"
"Your son has encountered some troubles recently. The external situation is tense, Hogwarts is blocked, and owls are no longer allowed to deliver letters. This makes me a little distressed."
"I can't reply 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, is secretly working on solving the recent big problems, but please forgive me for not being able to tell you in detail."
"I almost forgot, I will find a way to contact the officials of the Ministry of Magic, so that they can open an owl channel for me to contact privately. I still have some friendship with the new minister."
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"To my dear mother:"
"My life in school is very good. The students still admire me so much, and the professors also admire me. At the last dinner, Mr. Dumbledore even made a special toast to me."
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"Oh, the kids lately have been a bit rebellious and not very polite to the professors - that doesn't include me, of course."
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"Due to the aggravation of academic tasks, the school has recruited a group of new teaching assistants. In fact, I don't really need them, but...haha, your son's courses are too popular, and there are too many students who ask me questions after class. Besides, we have to give young people some opportunities, don't we?"
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"To my dear mother:"
"I seem to be in big trouble...I don't even know how to explain it all to you, oh my god..."
Sean roughly scanned through the letters, almost all of the letters inside were Lockhart's plans to send to his mother, but there was boasting and self-centeredness between the lines, and he didn't know whether it was to show off to his mother or something else.
By the time of the last letter, Lockhart's handwriting was obviously much more scribbled, and he looked extremely disturbed.
Dawson may have found him at that time... Sean thought silently.
"Huh?" Sean realized that he had missed a note, but the handwriting on it was not Lockhart's.
"Contact with Charm:..."
"Apparation Location:..."
"Note: Anonymity is your first priority unless specifically contacted."
This is the contact information for Lockhart from the forces behind it...
Sean narrowed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he put the note away.
It's time to confront Lockhart...
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The sun is getting lower and lower, and the mountains are getting more and more shadowy.
At the foot of an unknown mountain, a gloomy classical manor stands quietly in the jungle.
The last afterglow of the setting sun coated the manor with a layer of warm gold, but the sunlight didn't have any intention of penetrating into it.
There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor of the basement in the manor, and the dark green torch printed two writhing shadows. Strangely, there was only one sound of footsteps in the corridor.
The wizard guarding in front of a dungeon saw someone coming, he bowed silently, and then opened the cell door under the gesture of the floating black figure in front of him.
The floating man in black turned around, his voice hoarse and gloomy: "I don't even know how to describe him... His loyalty to you is unquestionable, and his fanaticism is also eye-catching, but..."
The man in black laughed mockingly: "Mr. Riddle, his fanaticism was used on that kid who pretended to be you."
The man behind 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 shaped like a baby.
It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.
The hoarse voice with chills sounded: "Let me tell you something ~IndoMTL.com~ Don't call me Riddle, I only have one name now, and that is-Voldemort."
"Oh, I'm so sorry—" There was no apology in the voice of the man in black robe, "Mr. Voldemort, your most loyal servant, can you bring him back to his mind?"
Voldemort snorted coldly, surprisingly, he didn't show obvious anger because of the disrespect of the man in black, like a weak person who lives under the fence and swallows his anger.
"He will understand..." Voldemort said coldly.
He was carried into the dungeon.
At the end of the dungeon, there was a young man bound to a wooden chair. He looked haggard, but his eyes were bright and frightening, and he kicked people in an almost twisted way.
He licked his lips as fast as a snake, and let out a nervous laugh: "Ha-ha-ha, idiots, here we go again? You should never imagine that I will betray my master!"
The man in black snorted coldly.
"Your master is here, Barty Crouch Jr."