The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The two of them were buried in the same grave.

That night, Argus returned to Saint Manor quietly with the gold galleons, wand and cloak.

He told Vita everything that had happened recently in her confused eyes.

"No wonder you are so confident!"

"It seems that you have completely mastered that idiot!"

She picked up the wand and cloak and looked at them, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth.

"Tomorrow I will take them to let them see how to repair them."

"If it doesn't work, make him another one."

"Fifty thousand gold galleons is enough to support their research for a while."

"But..." Vita's expression suddenly became serious.

"Argus, have you figured out how to deal with Lockhart?"

Vita Rosier didn't know what Argus was thinking.

Although she got a lot of blood back through Lockhart this time, she also exposed a secret weapon of her future to him.

Such a trump card that can play a decisive role in the future must not be known by others.

What she is most worried about at this moment is that Argus will forget the overall situation for the sake of temporary interests.

This is the most common mistake among young people!

"Don't worry about this, I have thought about it a long time ago."

Argus smiled slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"He can't walk out of Hogwarts alive."

...

Inside Hogwarts Castle.

A thin red-haired figure quietly walked out of the door of the Gryffindor Common Room.

Ginny thought about it in the dormitory for several days before she made up her mind to throw away this diary.

During this time, she has recalled the memory of being controlled.

How to release the terrifying monster in the secret room, how to write blood words, and how to guide the terrifying monster to attack classmates!

And the appearance of the Auror made her panic to the extreme.

She lived in fear every day, fearing that her actions would be discovered by the Aurors.

Her father was almost dismissed from the Ministry of Magic, and the family's income plummeted. Everyone was trying to supplement the family income.

If her father was implicated again because of her...

She shook her head and tried not to think about it.

In order to avoid the sight of the Aurors and classmates, she deliberately chose to sneak out after curfew when everyone was asleep.

She went all the way to the laundry room on the first floor.

The ground was full of water.

Crying Myrtle was sitting on the toilet and sighing.

At the door, a black object suddenly flew in and hit her head!

She screamed in fear, and when she wanted to chase out to see the murderer, she found that there was no one outside the door.

She could only sit on the toilet alone and sulk.

Argus, who had returned from the Saint's Manor, happened to pass by. Hearing the footsteps around him, he subconsciously cast an illusion spell on himself.

Hiding in a corner.

Seeing the figure running upstairs quickly, his brows slightly frowned.

"Ginny? Why is she here so late at night?"

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly chased in the direction where Ginny came from.

When he came to the laundry room, he saw the crying Myrtle sitting cross-legged on the toilet.

Because he had used the Disillusionment Charm in advance, Argus's actions did not alarm him.

He quietly picked up the diary on the ground and walked towards the dormitory.

"It's true! Ginny noticed something was wrong and wanted to throw the diary away."

"It's a pity that without Hermione's strongest brain, Harry doesn't have the time or the brain to check who is the real Slytherin heir."

Argus's mouth curled up quietly.

But just after returning to the dormitory, he saw a huge turkey stepping on his desk.

It seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Argus actually read a trace of impatience in its eyes.

"What can Dumbledore want from me?"

He frowned slightly and grabbed Fawkes with one hand.

The next second, a man and a bird appeared in Dumbledore's office.

Fawkes cried angrily in pain!

He flapped his wings and came to Dumbledore to complain.

Dumbledore's old and wrinkled palms touched Fawkes' back and gently touched it a few times to comfort him.

Turning his head to look at Argus: "Mr. Grindelwald, disappearing in the dormitory during curfew can easily cause some unnecessary trouble."

"Especially recently, the Aurors are investigating the heir of Slytherin. Once discovered, what the consequences will be, you know better than me."

Argus didn't seem to be scared at all, and said lightly while sitting on the chair.

"All charges without evidence can only be called false accusations."

"What do you think, Principal Dumbledore?"

"

When Hagrid was arrested, there was also no evidence. "Dumbledore picked up a piece of lemon snowflake and put it in his mouth, narrowing his eyes, enjoying the sweet and sour taste of the candy.

"Also, shouldn't you explain why you disappeared from school?"

I knew that this old man must have a trick up his sleeve!

Otherwise, he would never let Harry go alone to deal with Voldemort and the basilisk!

"There was something going on in Diagon Alley, so I went back."

"There are classes during the day, and it's easy to be discovered if there are too many people, so I can only go at night. "

Argus said nine out of ten truths and one out of ten lies, hiding only the most crucial information.

He knew that Dumbledore's words were just to put some pressure on him so that he could take the initiative in the next negotiation.

Do you really want to nail yourself as the heir of Slytherin by using a curfew?

Dream on!

Don't say you're not. Even if you are, you have the support of Alan Mitchell and Fudge, plus the school board headed by Lucius.

Isn't it easy to clear your name?

"The headmaster called me here, not just to ask where I went at night?"

"Of course not, every little wizard has his own secrets." Dumbledore found that his words could not bring any influence to Argus.

Simply stop talking about the topic just now.

"Remember our deal last semester?"

"Now, Harry needs your help."

"Our deal is just to give him guidance, not help. "Argus would not fall into Dumbledore's language trap easily.

Dumbledore sighed: "Mr. Grindelwald, you are a smart man."

"You should be able to guess many things even if I don't point them out."

"Using the lives of Hogwarts students to play the savior game with Harry?" Argus said with a little sarcasm.

Dumbledore was not angry at Argus's words. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "For the wizarding world, some sacrifices are inevitable."

"Harry needs to grow up, and also needs... a certain reputation."

"I am old, and I can't be Voldemort's opponent. Only Harry..."

"Heh! "Argus sneered.

If I hadn't read the original book before I came here, I might have believed it!

In the movie, Dumbledore and Voldemort's battle at the Ministry of Magic seemed to have only a slight advantage.

The original book is not like this!

Dumbledore almost suppressed Voldemort throughout the fight! In the end, Voldemort was forced to flee!

More importantly, he didn't use any dark magic from beginning to end! And he brought Harry with him!

In other words, this old man still has some strength left!

According to the timeline, the battle took place when Harry was in the fifth grade, which is still three years away from now!

Argus believes that if Voldemort dares to resurrect now, Dumbledore will definitely have the confidence to strangle him again!

While consuming his Horcruxes, it can also buy time for Harry's growth.

Seeing that Argus didn't respond, Dumbledore continued to talk to himself: "Harry's current situation is not good."

"Mr. Dursley and his family are unwilling to accept him, and the little wizards in Gryffindor are hostile to him. "

"Mr. Ron Weasley is not a good friend either."

"If this continues, I'm afraid he will be crushed by the environment around him."

"I can't stop other people from talking." Argus refused before Dumbledore finished speaking.

"No one can control this kind of thing. You just need to comfort him."

Dumbledore looked old and sighed, "The future is yours."

"I'm over 110 years old..."

"Yes, in the blink of an eye, my father has been in Nurmengard for more than 50 years."