Chapter 64 Lucius Regrets

On the third Saturday of September, Gret was free.

The new victim used his life to help Gret wash away the injustice on his body.

The victim's name was Orn Bernard, a first-year Ravenclaw student and a half-blood wizard.

When Gret heard this name, he was stunned.

He remembered this little boy, and the eyes full of admiration hidden behind the glasses.

In the first week of school, as long as Gret appeared in the common room.

He would come up with a red face, and excitedly ask Gret, the first in his age, for help with the problems he encountered during self-study.

Gret still remembered that when he won the third-class medal of the Order of Merlin, Mr. Bernard shouted hooray and jumped up from the stool with excitement.

Gret remembered him deeply, not only because of his admiration for himself.

But also because of Orn Bernard's foresight and his clear understanding of the future crisis of wizards.

At the age of eleven, he could see the truth that wizards were on the decline, and was determined to make a name for the future of wizards through his own efforts.

What a like-minded person.

Gret was delighted, and was thinking about absorbing Orn into his team after he studied for a few more years.

Who would have thought that after just one week of confinement, he would hear the news of his death.

Orn Bernard's body was found by the fat monk, the ghost of Hufflepuff.

This poor ghost, his sad cry attracted others.

When they arrived, they saw the fat monk stretching out his hands again and again, trying to hold Mr. Bernard's body in his arms.

However, he was just a ghost without a body, and he could only cry helplessly with his face covered.

If it weren't for the kind-hearted Sir Nick who forcibly pulled him away, he would have cried himself to death.

Poor Orn Bernard, because his vitality was sucked dry, his originally clear eyes became turbid.

He shrank into a small ball, and his withered appearance frightened many wizards.

Professor McGonagall leaned forward to take a look and pushed her glasses.

"He must have seen who did it.

Even though it was twisted like this, one could still tell from his face that he was shocked. The identity of that person must have been beyond his expectations.

Dumbledore, we can't wait any longer. We must impose martial law and find the murderer as soon as possible."

Before the thoughtful headmaster could reply, Flitwick's furious voice rushed out.

"Albus Dumbledore, you said you would protect all students. Now it's twice, twice."

Professor Flitwick's outstretched fingers were trembling.

"Last school year, all students were already in danger.

If that person's target was not the Philosopher's Stone, it would have been more than just Harry Potter and McGreet who were attacked.

This school year, this kind of thing happened again. What about the magic circle you mentioned? You said it was foolproof.

This is my second life. I have already suggested that all the little wizards go home first and let them come back after we have resolved the matter.

I know that if this matter is leaked, it may affect Hogwarts' enrollment next year.

It may even cause you, the headmaster of Hogwarts, to resign.

But so what? As a professor, in addition to teaching them knowledge, we also need to protect their safety.

What about you, what about your actions?"

Professor Flitwick is rarely so angry.

But as long as you cast your eyes on Ornberna's dull and turbid eyes.

The anger will surge like an unstoppable wave.

When Gret left the greenhouse, unwelcome guests visited the headmaster's office of Hogwarts.

Lucius Malfoy, and the executor from the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic.

"Principal Dumbledore, because of your dereliction of duty, two murders occurred in Hogwarts.

For this, you need to go to the Ministry of Magic to make a petition. At the same time, I will temporarily remove you from your position as principal on behalf of the Hogwarts Board of Directors."

Lucius Malfoy's gray-blue eyes were full of coldness, and he raised his chin slightly and said.

Dumbledore's hand under the table squeezed the old wand heavily, and stood up dejectedly.

Then he walked in front of Lucius who was holding his head high.

"Lucius, you'd better not mess around in Hogwarts, I will always watch here."

Dumbledore's sudden burst of magic pushed everyone out of his office.

"As long as I haven't been officially dismissed, I will still be the principal of Hogwarts.

In the principal's office, no unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter without permission."

Dumbledore walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back. He wanted to tell the professors something before he left.

The Auror of the Ministry of Magic didn't say anything, but followed with an honest look.

Only Lucius was left standing in front of the closed door of the headmaster's office, his face was mixed with blue and red.

——

I don't know who spread the news, the board of directors sent people to drive Dumbledore away.

So, as the representative of the board of directors, Lucius Malfoy was miserable.

No matter where he went, he could hear the little wizards who passed by him spitting out of their mouths.

The young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, was not spared, and was also angered by everyone because of this incident.

Except for Slytherin, no one welcomed Lucius's arrival.

However, even with such a disgusting treatment, Lucius Malfoy still did not choose to quit Hogwarts.

He was like a vulture looking for food, searching the castle over and over again under the pretext of patrolling Hogwarts.

No one knew what he was looking for.

Because of Dumbledore's instructions, all professors ignored his behavior and no one stopped him.

...

As the gatekeeper of Hogwarts, Filch was familiar with every plant and tree in Hogwarts.

After learning about this situation, Lucius decisively went to the door.

He thought that this gatekeeper who had been taken care of by Dumbledore for many years would be rude to him.

But he never thought that Filch's attitude was surprisingly enthusiastic.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, if you need anything, just ask. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

Filch, who looked like a withered man, had a flattering smile on his face, which really made people uncomfortable.

Lucius didn't feel that way.

Compared with the cold eyes he suffered today, at this moment, he only felt that Filch's flattering smile looked so pleasing to the eye.

Of course he knew that this Squib was trying to curry favor with him, because of his identity, he had seen too many people like this.

But for him, it didn't matter. As long as it was useful in the future, he would not hesitate to give such people some sweet things from his fingers.

Lucius raised his pale pointed face, picked up the dark golden cane, and gestured in the air.

"I'm looking for a black cowhide notebook about nine inches long and six inches wide, or a diary. It looks a little worn, and there is a triangular silver protective cover on the corner of the cover."

Filch recalled for a long time, and shook his head in Lucius's expectant eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, I haven't seen it. If you need it, I can help you find it.

You know, as a night watchman for decades, no one can be more familiar with the Hogwarts castle than me.

I know all the hidden places."

Lucius did not refuse, or rather, he really needed such a helper.

There are more and more rumors about the Dark Lord's return. He wants to get the notebook back before the Dark Lord returns.

He already regretted putting the notebook into Ginny Weasley's cauldron, since he learned that Ginny Weasley was attacked and her things were stolen.

He hasn't slept well for a day.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have dealt with this batch of dark magic items. Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to investigate thoroughly, it would just cost more gold galleons.

Now he has to work hard to get the things back.

If he wasn't worried that the Dark Lord would settle accounts with him later, he really wanted to give up the search.

However, he didn't notice that Argus Filch, who was walking in front of him, had a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.