Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The surrounding scenes switched again, and Sherlock saw from the fast flashing scene that Hagrid was being taken away by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

I also saw Principal Dippet, and said to the reporter of the Daily Prophet who came to interview: "The secret room is just a legend, and the death of the student is just an accident."

I also saw the Wizengamot, where the chief magician convicted young Hagrid in court, stripped him of his wizard status, and made the Auror break his wand on the spot!

After countless pictures flashed by, a new scene appeared again.

This time it was a rainy night.

The location is in front of a rotten wooden house in a dilapidated town.

The young Dumbledore stood outside the wooden house with a black umbrella, and the raindrops that kept falling from the sky met the umbrella surface, making a muffled sound of "bang, bang, bang".

Sherlock and Dumbledore couldn't feel the rain, and the pea-sized raindrops passed through their bodies. For them, the whole world was nothing.

Standing beside young Dumbledore, they could see the inside of the wooden house.

There was no door in the wooden house, and the wind blew into the house with rain, wrapped in a tattered blanket, and Hagrid, shivering from the cold, watched the young Dumbledore cry bitterly.

"I...I didn't have a professor! I didn't kill the girl...really not me...really not Aragog! Not us...not us did..."

He curled up in the leaking log cabin like a homeless puppy.

Young Dumbledore asked with a clear look of impatience on his face.

"where is your family?"

"Mom... Mom she abandoned Dad long ago... Dad he didn't make it through this year... He died of illness... I buried him in in the woods... fortunately he didn't see me being fired..."

Looking at Hagrid's current state, young Dumbledore's eyes gradually became firmer, and he said very seriously.

"You must tell me the truth, Hagrid, what was that creature you had at Hogwarts at that time!"

Hagrid shuddered, struggling and hesitating clearly in his eyes.

He was afraid. At this time, he did not have complete trust in Dumbledore. He was afraid that after exposing Aragog, he would be killed.

"You have to trust me, Hagrid!" Dumbledore said toughly, "I can help you, but I need to know what you do."

Hagrid's last struggle is over, as Dumbledore said, he must believe him, otherwise if this continues, not only will he starve to death, but Aragog will also be unable to control it. Might go out and hurt someone!

"It's an eight-eyed spider! Aragog it's a giant eight-eyed spider!"

With Dumbledore's erudition, he knew exactly what this creature was.

"Where is it now?"

Hagrid sniffed, he shouted.

"Aragog! Come out! Aragog!"

In the dark rainy night, a huge spider slowly walked out of the rain curtain and came to Dumbledore.

Its body is as large as Hagrid's, it has eight huge eyes, and it can speak human language.

"I've never hurt anyone. Hagrid regards me as his friend. I've never hurt humans before, and I won't now, and I won't in the future!"

Dumbledore looked at the wound on Aragog's huge buttocks and recognized that it was the one he had left with a spell when he was at Hogwarts.

Aragog's appearance proved that what Hagrid said was true.

He is not the one who opened the secret room. Although Aragog is an eight-eyed spider, he also belongs to the xxxxx dangerous level of magical animals.

But it can't do it anyway without harming the human body,

To the point of directly killing people.

This is completely incompatible with the cause of death of the dead girl.

In the rainy night, young Dumbledore drew his wand.

Just when Hagrid was terrified, and the eight-eyed spider Aragog was all alert and ready to attack, he cast a waterproofing spell on Hagrid, who was soaking wet.

"Come with me, Hagrid, and I'll help you find a place to settle down."

The young Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Hagrid, Hagrid looked at him tremblingly, then slowly stretched out his hand and held his.

The screen freezes again.

Some short-lived pictures passed by quickly, and the young Dumbledore brought Hagrid back to Hogwarts. With the opposition of almost all the professors in the school, and the silence of Headmaster Dippet, he resisted all the opposition and let him be. Go to the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

Finally, the whole world began to shatter, Sherlock stood up suddenly, and then took two steps back.

He returned to the headmaster's room at Hogwarts again. Dumbledore had already sat back in his chair and took a sip of the still warm black tea.

"So Hagrid has no problem, the problem is the student who exposed, the boy prefect named Tom?"

Sherlock also sat back opposite Dumbledore and asked with a frown.

Dumbledore put down the teacup and revealed Tom's identity to Sherlock.

"The student's full name is Tom Riddle, who is also the future Voldemort."

Sherlock's pupils tightened, and the whole person froze.

He still remembered what Voldemort looked like, an old monster without a nose, and some people believed that he was the goblin in Journey to the West!

Who would have thought that that handsome and calm boy would turn into that kind of person in the future.

"So, he is the descendant of Slytherin!"

"I have traced Tom's family tree, and his father is indeed just an ordinary Muggle who cannot be in the ordinary. But his maternal grandfather is the remnant of the Slytherin family, so he does have Salazar Slater flowing through him. Lin's blood."

Dumbledore's face was solemn.

"I just suspected it at first, and when he had begun to threaten the safety of the magic world, I finally found out that the person who opened the secret room was Tom. The same is true now. There may be more than one descendant of Slytherin, but Tom is the only one who knows the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

Sherlock muttered to himself following the information provided by Dumbledore.

"But Tom himself was definitely not in Hogwarts, so something took his place and opened the Chamber of Secrets..."

He stared at Dumbledore.

"It's the diary again! That diary is what he left behind, so you guessed at the beginning that the person who sent that diary to Hogwarts was Lucius Malfoy! Because the Death Eater still outside Among the disciples, only he has the closest relationship with the mysterious man!"

Dumbledore crossed his hands on the desk and said solemnly.

"But Malfoy doesn't know who the diary is in the hands of now."