"Oreo!"

Standing in the corridor on the third floor, William said a command that Anne's snacks prefers.

The extremely ugly huge stone monster at the door seemed to have come alive and jumped aside. The wall behind it cracked in half.

William stepped into the spiral staircase and came to a shiny oak door.

He knocked on the door and a sound came from inside. "Come in."

William reached out to push the door, but the door was pulled open from the inside, and Professor Snape stood there panting.

The professor's originally sallow face was flushed.

A series of question marks flashed through William's mind: Did Snape just run in the office?

"Ahhh! Shit Tucker is here too." Snape moved out of the position and let William in, then glared at Dumbledore and mocked:

"Do you want your favorite student to describe what happened in the auditorium tonight?"

William found that he was not the time to come. The two of them were obviously fighting fiercely with their tongues, so they were blushing.

Snape looked at William irritably, probably trying to seek supporters, so he said loudly:

"Weasley almost killed Malfoy with black magic. If he is not fired, I think the next person who will be attacked may be your little girlfriend and your sister."

William wiped the saliva from his face, and Snape's yellow teeth were almost touching his mouth.

William wanted to give Liuwei Dihuang Pills last time, but now he has a new idea, so he will give Snape a black toothpaste on Christmas.

Who is his little girlfriend?

Why didn’t William know that there was such an existence?!

Is he still a single dog?

He is accustomed to slandering honest people!

"I will discuss Mr. Weasley's punishment with Professor McGonagall. It's too late, Severus, you can go back." Dumbledore said calmly.

Hearing the principal's order to expel him, Snape looked at him in disappointment as if he was a resentful woman.

"I'll drive me away?"

"Or what if I leave, you will come back?" William suggested weakly.

Snape glared at William, turned around and left, he grabbed the wooden door and threw it hard, venting his anger.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Professor Snape grabbed his hand and screamed in a howling manner.

There was another rumor outside the door that Snape was swearing and kicking the door.

"Please close the door and sit down, William." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired.

William nodded, and he forced himself to show a gloating expression.

"William, is there anything you want to ask me?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"I need to report one thing to you...about Ron."

"Are you here to get me fired Mr. Weasley?"

"No, this is your business with the professors, but I must report to you about the source of his use of black magic."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "but before you talk about this, you can take a look at this."

Dumbledore took out a letter from a pile of documents and threw it to William.

"What is this, professor?"

"Remember Mrs. Weasley once bought your home version of the Hogwarts map?"

William nodded slightly.

This is the second grade.

Based on the Hogwarts map, he also sold luxury versions, family versions, couple versions, and gay friends versions...

Of course, as far as Fuguo is concerned, the last version can be basically classified as the couple version.

On the home page map, you can see the specific location of the students and determine whether they are attending classes normally.

Mrs. Weasley bought Ron and the twins, and for this she even sent a yelling letter!

Finally, William opened a back door for the twins and sent home the location of their roommates, while Ron's was a real map.

"After the attack, Molly was fine all day long and used to staring at the map.

She discovered that Ron left school alone twice and went to Forbidden Forest, so Arthur wrote me a letter."

"One person?"

"Yes."

William opened the letter and glanced quickly. It turned out that Dumbledore had noticed Ron's abnormality.

"Okay, it's time to tell me about your information."

Dumbledore crossed his hands and made the move to listen to the story.

"Professor Snape has told you about what happened tonight, right?"

"Yes, Ron unexpectedly used a black magic."

"Ron told me that he was learning from a diary. If you write on it, the book will respond."

Dumbledore's expression did not change at all.

"Magic objects with their own consciousness are not too novel. Sorting hats can do it, and most portraits are like this.

I happened to...be just training my portrait."

The portraits in the principal's office also nodded proudly.

"But that diary was made by a student fifty years ago, and he deliberately lured Ron to learn black magic." William said softly.

His implication is that a series of attacks may be related to the diary.

"Who made that diary?" Dumbledore asked.

"Tom Riddle, do you remember this student?"

William was very sure that Dumbledore's pupils suddenly shrank when he mentioned "Tom Riddle".

"Who is Tom Riddle? Professor?"

Dumbledore fell into memories and explained after a while:

"Seldom know that Voldemort used to be Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, I taught him personally at Hogwarts.

He disappeared after leaving school... traveled around, traveling all over the world... He fell deeper and deeper in the quagmire of black magic, and mingled with the most evil guys in the wizarding world. After many dangerous magical transformations, he finally reappeared as Voldemort, and it was difficult for people to recognize him.

Almost no one linked Voldemort with the smart, handsome boys’ student union president who had studied here.”

"So, this is Voldemort's diary?" William frowned.

I didn't expect it was Voldemort's thing!

When he was young, he actually wrote a diary?

really,

The Dark King has never been a serious person since he was a child!

There have been clues.

"Is Voldemort back?" William asked.

He came back last year and was attached to Quirrell. Is he using the same trick again this year and attached to the notebook he used when he was young?

"No." Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't think he has come back. He suffered a serious injury last year and is still recuperating in the forests of Albania. He will not take any action for a short time."

William narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion: "That's strange. A diary from fifty years ago, assuming that he bewitched Ron to launch an attack, it probably was the limit... But how could he control so many people at the same time and identify Harry?"

"I have already had some small guesses about this." Dumbledore sighed.

He walked around the table and walked over to William.

William turned around in the chair and watched Dumbledore leaning down in front of the cabinet next to the door.

When Dumbledore straightened his waist, he held a shallow-bottomed stone basin he was familiar with, and the pot was engraved with a circle of symbols of ancient magical scripts.

Dumbledore placed the meditation basin on the table in front of William.

"Where are we going, professor?" William asked.

"An attack, what happened more than ten years ago."

William was amazed that Dumbledore could always get these old memories.

Finally, it’s time to watch the movie that I like to watch again!

His favorite!

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(If I didn’t update in the afternoon, I can only explain one thing. Your favorite crow died because of a toothache!

It hurts so much! My wisdom teeth hurt so much, my trigeminal nerve hurts so much that I can't concentrate on typing.

By the way, please give me some recommendation votes. Dear guys, I have this humble wish before I die (ˇˇ).)
Chapter completed!