The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

"That's what happened."

After listening to Argus's story, Arthur and Mrs. Molly fell silent for a while.

From beginning to end, Argus had nothing to do with the whole thing.

He tried his best to protect his classmates and seriously injured the basilisk to the point where he could not move.

He ignored his own safety at the critical moment and asked Fawkes to send the injured Harry and Ron away first.

Even if it were them, they might not be able to do better.

As for Lockhart's sneak attack, no one could have thought of it.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Hogwarts for recruiting him into the school, or his son and Harry took the initiative to call him.

Arthur took the initiative to step forward and patted Argus on the shoulder.

"Argus, it's Harry and Ron who have caused you trouble."

"Okay, we have delayed Argus for too long. So many things happened last night, he must not have rested well."

Mrs. Molly helped Argus to the bed and tucked him in the quilt.

"You have a good rest. If you have any problem, call us. Arthur and I are outside."

"I'm not that fragile, Mrs. Molly."

Faced with Mrs. Molly's caring care, Argus couldn't bear it.

Have no choice but to lie down on the bed.

Mrs. Molly and Arthur carefully closed the door.

As soon as they came out, their expressions became serious.

The stories told by Dumbledore and Argus were enough for them to judge a lot of things.

The situation last night was very different from the original book.

In the original book, Dumbledore had been expelled from Hogwarts by Lucius with a suspension order. Even if he wanted to help, he would be expelled.

But now, Dumbledore is obviously able to protect them personally!

Fortunately, the cost of their hospitalization was paid by Hogwarts, otherwise, it would be a problem whether Arthur could take out the gold galleons.

"Arthur, you said Ron..." Mrs. Molly is a mother after all.

Looking at her son lying motionless on the bed, she couldn't help but lean on Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur took a deep breath and hugged his wife to comfort her.

"Don't think too much, Ron will be fine."

...

Hogwarts Castle.

The bathroom on the first floor.

A large group of Aurors led by Alan Mitchell were blocking the entrance to the secret room and waiting for battle.

The crying Myrtle had never seen such a scene before, and she shrank in the toilet and dared not show her head.

Unfortunately, she was forced out by several Aurors with wands.

"Wuwuwu... I'm so miserable. I'm bullied even when I hide in the toilet... Wuwuwu..."

"Be honest!"

A fierce-looking Auror said one word, and Myrtle was scared to death.

She could only sob softly.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we just want to ask you a few questions."

Alan Mitchell had learned about the disappearance of Argus from the Slytherin members.

When he learned that there was something wrong with the bathroom on the first floor, he immediately realized that it was very likely related to the disappearance of Argus.

Moaning Myrtle looked at the gentle man in front of her, and the fear in her heart dissipated a little.

"You... you ask."

"What happened last night? Why is there a big hole here?"

"Last night, Harry, Ron, and Professor Lockhart came over and asked me something, and then Harry hissed at the sink a few times, and the hole opened."

"Ask something? What?"

Many Hogwarts students surrounded the bathroom, and several Aurors blocked the door to maintain order.

At this time, Professor McGonagall hurried over.

After dispersing the students who were joining in the fun, I saw Alan Mitchell asking questions.

Stand aside and wait quietly.

"They asked me how I died that year, and then... it seemed to be gone."

"They only asked how you died?"

Alan Mitchell had looked up relevant information for the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

Knowing the relevant information about Moaning Myrtle, he didn't ask more.

Nodded.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss. We may need your help later. I hope you won't refuse."

"Okay...Okay."

"Mr. Mitchell!"

Seeing that the questioning was over, Professor McGonagall finally spoke.

"Regarding what happened last night, I think I need to explain to you."

"Professor McGonagall, did the Hogwarts professor also participate in what happened last night?"

"To be precise, it should be a rescue."

Professor McGonagall told Alan Mitchell what Dumbledore said.

The Aurors around couldn't believe their ears when they heard it.

Whether it was Argus protecting Harry and Ron and killing the basilisk alone.

Or Lockhart was the heir of Slytherin and cast the Oblivion Curse on Harry and Ron, it was enough to shock them.

Alan Mitchell's expression became serious.

"Professor McGonagall, where are the three injured little wizards and Gilderoy Lockhart's body now?"

"In St. Mungo's Hospital, Mr. Grindelwald is fine and is resting. Harry and Ron... should still need some treatment for a while."

"You guys go to the secret room to check, you go to the Ministry of Magic to inform Minister Fudge, and the rest of you, follow me to St. Mungo's Hospital!"

At Alan Mitchell's command, a group of Aurors immediately took action.

"Professor McGonagall, I will report this matter to the Ministry of Magic truthfully, and I hope Hogwarts can cooperate with the investigation."

"Of course."

Professor McGonagall knew that Hogwarts was like a fishing net now.

It needed to be patched everywhere!

Any slight collapse may lead to unpredictable consequences.

Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, a group of Aurors came to St. Mungo's Hospital.

As soon as they came to the corridor and were about to enter, they were stopped by Mrs. Molly in the corridor.

"Argus is tired all night and is resting now. You wait for a moment."

The Aurors behind Alan Mitchell couldn't help it!

"The Ministry of Magic still needs to look at his time!"

"Call him out quickly! Don't waste time!"

A few words almost burned Alan Mitchell's CPU.

Damn, that's my boss!

I didn't dare to say anything, how dare you break in directly?

If he knew that the people I brought were making trouble, he would peel my skin when he returned!

He threw a silent spell over.

"If you don't know how to keep quiet in the hospital, I can teach you!"

Seeing the relaxed faces of Mrs. Molly and Professor McGonagall, he showed an apologetic smile.

"Mrs. Weasley, Professor McGonagall, we are so sorry."

"We are also eager to solve the case, please forgive us."

Creaky...

The door of the ward opened, and Argus walked out of the ward in a hospital gown.

Seeing Alan Mitchell bringing people over, he secretly exchanged glances.

Alan Mitchell immediately understood and took the initiative to step forward: "Mr. Grindelwald, we want to know something about what happened last night, please cooperate."

"Okay."

Argus took the initiative to walk into the ward.

Alan Mitchell glanced at the Aurors behind him and signaled them to be alert.

Unexpectedly, there was another accident just after entering the door.