Snape was flabbergasted.
What the hell is going on here, you two aren't ganging up on me, are you?
Snape looked at Andy; if you're kidnapped, just blink, Professor will save you.
This ... the situation is not right, ah?
Dumbledore with a smile on his face, Andy with a look of realization, the two passed by Snape's figure and walked into the great hall as if no one else was there.
Snape: "..."
The great hall was very lively, a crowd of young wizards watched Andy, Dumbledore and Snape come in together, and there was an uproar.
These three people ...
Andy is now already hanging out with a Professor and Headmaster?
Big brother!
Welcoming the admiring gazes of the young wizards, Andy walked to the Ravenclaw long table blandly, and after finding Hermione, he naturally sat down next to the young witch.
"Good evening," Andy said lightly.
Hermione: "..."
What's wrong?
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione looked puzzled.
"Nothing. I just talked to the Headmaster about something, and I had a momentary feeling ... The magic world is truly marvellous." Andy said with a holy look on his face.
The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched slightly.
Have you drunk butter beer too much?
"Speak properly!" The young witch said unhurriedly.
Andy laughed hehe, "The Headmaster and I met Professor Snape at the entrance of the great hall, and we teased him a bit."
Saying that Andy briefly explained to Hermione what had just happened.
Hermione twisted her head to look at Snape, who was sitting in the professor's seat.
Sure enough, Snape was uncomfortable at the moment, his expression was ugly as if he had eaten a fly, his eyes glaring viciously at Dumbledore and occasionally sweeping a glance at Andy.
"Such idleness." Hermione retorted.
The Halloween dinner was rather casual, Dumbledore just made a few random remarks and announced the dinner to begin.
The dinner was quite sumptuous.
But the Old English recipes were as meagre as the history of Old America, and the culinary desert was no joke.
It was nutritious and tasted okay.
But it was still a hundred thousand miles away from fine cuisine.
But the taste of the food aside, the festive atmosphere of Hogwarts was still very strong.
The atmosphere in the Great Hall was joyful, and the young wizards ate and drank while blabbering off-key nonsense to each other without even drinking, Andy felt that they had already drunk too much.
Take Malfoy on the Slytherin side, who was talking loudly about how he had once crashed a Muggle helicopter on his flying broom and assured them that the Quidditch championship this year would definitely belong to Slytherin.
The Gryffindor was equally defiant, and Ron said that he had flown to the moon on his flying broomstick and had met scary aliens on the moon and fought them for three hundred rounds.
Andy was embarrassed for them all.
The children of magic had lost their shame.
Squeak-
Halfway through the dinner, Filch pushed open the great hall door and ran in a panic.
His footsteps were panicked, his expression was terrified, and he couldn't catch his breath at all. Obviously, he had run all the way to the great hall and was exhausted at the moment - and he was in shock.
"Argus!"
Dumbledore asked, rising slowly and looking serious, "What happened?"
The great hall fell silent as well, and all eyes turned to Filch.
"Sir..."
Filch panted and said, "There is a young wizard on the seventh floor ... who has been attacked ... right on the seventh floor of the castle."
Wow...
The young wizards immediately panicked.
Some wanted to flee from the great hall, some wanted to go to the seventh floor of the castle to see what was going on, and the entire great hall was suddenly in disarray.
"Quiet--"
Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the entire great hall under the effect of the Amplifying Charm, and he said solemnly, "The Head Boy and Head Girl are responsible for maintaining order and leading everyone back to their dormitories."
"Professors follow me to the seventh floor to see what's going on."
After a pause, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, count the number of people and see who was not in the great hall during the dinner."
Professor McGonagall nodded with a serious face.
Watching Dumbledore lead a group of professors out of the great hall, Andy frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right.
The seventh floor of the castle ...
Andy came down from the seventh floor, and the Headmaster's office was also on the seventh floor of the castle ... Andy and Dumbledore walked downstairs together, but neither of them found anything wrong.
In other words, the attack happened after the dinner started?
Then the attacker was too arrogant!
When Professor McGonagall finished counting the number of people who were not in the Great Hall, whoever was not in the Great Hall could be the culprit of this attack.
Professor McGonagall called over the Head Boy and Girl of the Student Body and the Prefects of the various houses and made them responsible for helping with the headcount.
Andy sat on the bench and was clueless for a while.
In the entire Hogwarts, except for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor - Joseph Leddy, everyone else should be trustworthy.
And everyone had no reason to initiate an attack.
But Joseph Leddy had arrived at the great hall early today and hadn't taken a step out of the great hall during the dinner.
"Andy ..."
Hermione leaned in close to Andy and asked in a super-whisper, "Did you find anything out when you came downstairs?"
The young witch had grown quite a bit now.
If it was switched to last year's Hermione, she must have asked directly with a loud voice: Andy, did you find anything wrong when you came down from the seventh floor?
But now, she was ...
Not only was her voice super quiet, she didn't even mention the word 'seventh floor'.
"No!"
Andy shook his head and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore was right behind me, and he didn't notice anything either."
Hermione frowned and said, "Looks like we'll just have to wait for Professor McGonagall to finish the head count to pinpoint the culprit."
Andy didn't say anything.
It would be good if things were really that simple.
Sure enough, when Professor McGonagall finished counting the number of people, she realized that the only two people absent from the great hall during the dinner were the young wizard who had been attacked, and Filch.
Justin Finch-Fletchley - a second-year young wizard from Hufflepuff, and the unlucky one who was attacked.
The culprit was Filch?
Professor McGonagall obviously didn't believe it.
But there were no other suspects to be found now, other than Filch.
The young wizards were talking, and they felt that Filch had finally shown his true colours - he had always wanted to restore the corporal punishment system at Hogwarts.
He still had the instruments of torture that he used to punish misbehaving young wizards in his office, and he held them dear to his heart.
The truth came out!
Regardless of what the professor thought, the truth had come out in the young wizard's mind anyway.
Filch was the one who had attacked Justin Finch-Fletchley!
Andy and Hermione looked at each other, and Hermione wondered, "Why didn't Justin Finch-Fletchley come to the dinner?"
"There's also Filch ... who is weird, but he likewise has no reason not to attend the dinner."
It was understandable for the former to not come to the great hall after being attacked.
But what about Filch?
Why didn't he come to the dinner as well?
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