Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

On a quiet night, the flame spell exploded in the narrow space, and the sound of high temperature overflow was very abrupt!

The floor beneath Sherlock and Dumbledore's feet shook slightly, but soon the movement stopped, but then another sound began to sound again.

It was a violent running sound. On the layer under their feet, when the sound reached Sherlock and the others, it had become very subtle, but they could still clearly hear the strangeness of the sound.

This is not a biped!

Soon, another clear running sound came down the stairs, and the young Dumbledore, who had just walked upstairs, looked solemn and ran downstairs in a hurry.

Sherlock and Dumbledore followed him, and they soon came to the corridor where the basement room was.

Just as they came out of the stairs, a huge, furry figure suddenly passed by them!

In this short moment, Sherlock saw the whole picture of the escaped creature.

It was a huge spider!

Young Dumbledore also apparently found out what the escaped creature was, and he moved extremely quickly.

Sherlock didn't even see where he drew his wand, and the next second, he suddenly swung his right arm!

The red streamer exploded in the air! Like crimson lightning, it spreads like a spider web in the narrow space of the stairway!

"hiss!!!"

A low-pitched scream sounded, and green blood was splattered on the stairs, but the speed of the fleeing figure remained unabated, and disappeared without a trace in an instant!

After losing his target, the young Dumbledore frowned tightly, instead of chasing after the fleeing spider, he continued to run quickly to the Potions Classroom where the noise came.

The classroom had been devastated by a sudden burst of powerful flame curse, and the boy prefect Tom, who had greeted young Dumbledore before, was being crushed under him by a burly boy.

"Hagrid! Professor Dumbledore, it was Hagrid who let out the monster in the back room! I almost caught them with my own hands just now, but Hagrid stopped me and let the monster run away!"

Although Tom was subdued by Hagrid, his face was still very calm, and he calmly recounted all the events just now.

But the young Hagrid was terribly flustered, his face flushed, and he tried desperately for an explanation that sounded extremely pale.

"No! Professor Dumbledore, not it! Not Aragog! It hasn't even been out of the cupboard since it was born! It can't kill! It really isn't it!"

Young Dumbledore's eyes remained calm, but he could see that he couldn't tell who was right now.

"Get up Hagrid, let Tom go first."

Just as they were talking, there was a riot of footsteps, and several older wizards and witches hurried to the scene. These people were obviously professors at Hogwarts at the time.

Sherlock recognized two people between them, one was Professor Slughorn when he was young, and the other was the former Hogwarts headmaster whom he had met in the portraits of the headmasters in the headmaster's office - Armando Dippet.

The old headmaster looked very old, a little older than Dumbledore fifty years later.

"What happened? Albus."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I just came here, so let the two of them speak for themselves."

Hagrid and Tom's respective arguments had little to say.

As a prefect, Tom's image in the eyes of the professors is almost perfect, and almost no one except Dumbledore thinks he will lie.

And Hagrid's situation is much worse, because of the problem of blood, his usual talent in magic is very ordinary, it can even be said to be dull,

Only in the class of Fantastic Beasts is very talented.

Coupled with the monster who had just been injured by Dumbledore's spell and then ran away in front of his eyes, the situation can be said to be one-sided.

Dumbledore gently waved the wand in his hand, and the picture was finally frozen in Tom's composure, revealing a little gloomy expression, and Hagrid's almost desperate eyes.

Everything around them turned into silver shavings, whirling and flying around Sherlock and Dumbledore.

"His superb acting skills seem to be innate." Dumbledore's calm voice sounded, "Even when I first saw him, I already knew what he really looked like, but when I saw him later In school performance, I also thought that he had really changed his mind. The things he did when he was a child were just because no one taught him and he was ignorant."

"You mean the student named Tom?" Sherlock asked.

From the beginning to the end, the student showed maturity and stability that did not match his age. Judging from this picture, he should be a very capable wizard.

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, as the silver shavings surrounding them regrouped and recomposed a new scene.

This time in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

But now there is no Phoenix Fox or those buzzing silver gadgets. The portraits of the past principals by the wall are still dozing off, but there is a missing picture of Armando Di, who left office in 1956. Principal Pat.

Because this old man was still sitting on the chair in the principal's room at this time.

"I don't think Hagrid's guilt can be determined prematurely. This matter needs more specific investigation. At least we have to catch the monster that attacked the students!"

In the headmaster's office, the young Dumbledore was trying to persuade Headmaster Dippet to change his mind.

But to his persuasion, Dippet just shook his head in response.

"We don't have time to drag on Albus, the Ministry needs a result, the school board needs a result, the parents of the dead girl, they need a result. We have to show them the result so that Hogwarts is not going to be closed because of this."

"Even if the result is wrong?"

"It can't be wrong." Dippet's voice sounded feeble and old.

"Hagrid himself admitted that he did have a monster friend. We asked him to give him that friend, but he never agreed. He didn't trust us. He thought we would kill his monster friend. If someone proves his innocence, how could this result be wrong?"

The young Dumbledore was no longer speaking, and he silently turned around and left the headmaster's room.

When Dumbledore watched his young self leave, the sturdy, but somewhat weak back figure said softly.

"I knew then that even if Hagrid did bring out his monster friend and prove he wasn't that person, it wouldn't change the situation."

"As Principal Dippet said, other people need a result, even if that result is likely to be wrong."