Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"Harry, what happened to you just now?" Hermione looked at Harry dissatisfied. She wanted to take him away before. She first went to the professor and told him about Colin's situation, so that others would not misunderstand them. Did something to Colin.

This way, there won't be those people looking at the two of them strangely later.

Hermione hated the looks in those people's eyes. The suspicion, distrust and uneasiness made her feel uncomfortable.

But Harry just stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry frowned, as if he didn't hear Hermione's complaint, and there was hesitation on his face.

"Hermione, have you heard any strange noises before?"

After thinking again and again, Harry asked Hermione his inner doubts.

"What?" Hermione looked at Harry, confused. "Were there any strange sounds before?"

"That's it." Harry rubbed his head, recalling what he had heard before.

He recalled, reading it to Hermione.

"What a disgusting filthy mudblood."

"He's coming. Dumbledore is coming here too. It's time to go."

"This is a thoughtful gift. I think they will be very happy."

When Harry finished reading what he heard, he looked at Hermione expectantly, hoping that she could get some hints from these words and then speculate on what the mastermind behind the attack on Colin meant.

Who could have attacked Colin? Could that person have some conspiracy behind the scenes?

But when Harry looked at Hermione hopefully, he saw Hermione's look of looking at a fool.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"You were hissing just now." Hermione opened her mouth and gestured with her hands to show what Harry had just looked like.

This made Harry stunned for a moment.

"But I'm obviously telling you what I heard."

Hermione was stunned when she heard Harry's words. She stayed where she was, frowning and thinking.

Harry knew that Hermione read in the library every day, maybe she would know something.

The two of them stood there, one frowning in thought, the other anxious.

"I know, Harry." Hermione looked at Harry with complicated eyes, which made him a little uneasy.

"If I remember correctly, that hiss you just hissed was Parseltongue."

"Parseltongue" Harry was puzzled, "Then what's so weird about this? You shouldn't know it, right? I remember that I understood what the snake said to me in the zoo last semester."

"No, it's different, Harry," Hermione explained to Harry with a complicated expression. "It is said that only descendants of Slytherin can speak Parseltongue."

"I think I understand, Harry, do you remember last time when we went to look for Ginny, we found the entrance to the secret room in the bathroom, and it itself was open, so we could enter the secret room."

"But what if it is closed? You must know that no one has discovered the secret room in Hogwarts for thousands of years, but we discovered it as soon as we went there, and even its exit was open. But have you ever I thought about it, if the exit of the secret room is not opened, how can we get in?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with confusion, although there was no evidence yet.But what she deduced based on the information she obtained was that the exit of the secret room was opened deliberately and was waiting for them.

Otherwise, they would not have known how to open the secret room at that time, and they might not even be able to find the secret room.

And that person is probably

Although she didn't want to admit it, no matter how Hermione deduced it, the final result was the mysterious man who had returned from resurrection.

Harry had just been shocked by Hermione's statement that only descendants of Slytherin were Parseltongues.

I was shocked again by Hermione's inference.

He wasn't stupid either, judging from Hermione's words.

That day, someone wanted them to enter the secret room.

The two looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Harry, I think we should try it."

"try what"

"Try your Parseltongue to see if you can open the secret room."

After the two of them left, a figure came out from the corner of the nearby corridor.

He looked at the two people leaving with a complicated expression.

Not to mention the actions of Harry and Hermione, Professor Dumbledore brought Professor Lockhart to the principal's office.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

No one wanted to speak first, but everyone wanted to know something.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who couldn't control his heart.

"What do you think about what happened to Colin Creevey?"

"I think some kind of creature may have attacked him." Lockhart pointedly pointed out, "Maybe we have to wait until Professor Sprout sees Colin's situation before we can draw a conclusion."

"Pomona?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"So, Professor Lockhart, you travel a lot and are well-informed. Do you know what attacked Colin Creevey?"

"Well," Lockhart looked hesitant, "it might be something surprising."

"For example, some kind of magical creature that has been missing from Great Britain for hundreds of years."

Dumbledore frowned, for the first time.

He felt that the incident might be a bit tricky and not so easy to handle.

After giving "Lockhart" a meaningful look, Dumbledore walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"So, what do you want?"

Hearing this, Lockhart was suddenly startled, and his pupils shrank for a moment, but then he relaxed his tense body and smiled casually.

If Dumbledore wanted to harm him, he wouldn't have waited until now.

With his current strength, he is no match for Dumbledore.

A smile spread across his face, that charming Lockhart back.

"Hogwarts." He just said this softly, but Dumbledore already understood what he meant.

There was an intriguing look in his blue eyes.

From this look, "Lockhart" seemed to see the most powerful wizard who had saved the magical world one after another.

Dumbledore neither agreed nor refused.

Lockhart stood aside, sitting on pins and needles.

There was once again a subtle atmosphere between the two people.

After a long time, Dumbledore spoke, but he did not mention what he had said before, and Lockhart acted as if he had not said anything.

"Okay, that's it for today." Dumbledore looked very tired, "I'll leave it to you today, Professor Lockhart."

"Okay, I will take care of this matter, Professor Dumbledore." Lockhart's eyes flashed with a shrewd light, and the smile on his face became brighter.

He knew that Dumbledore understood what he said, and he also knew that Dumbledore agreed to him.

Turning around, Lockhart prepared to leave.

At this moment, Dumbledore seemed to remember something.

He shouted at Lockhart's back.

"Tom"

Lockhart's body tensed for a moment, but then returned to normal.

He did not look back, but walked forward, but his voice reached Dumbledore's ears accurately.

"Professor, you pronounced it wrong."

"I don't call you that name"