The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Compared to the little wizards at Hogwarts, the British magic world is not so gentle to Dumbledore.

The adult world is full of conspiracy theories.

Even though Dumbledore has made great contributions to the magic world, in their eyes, all of them have become tools for cover-up.

Some people even think that the reason why the magic world has had problems in recent years is that Dumbledore is behind the scenes!

And all the changes in the magic world, Dumbledore is unaware of them.

Even Professor McGonagall only learned the details after reading the Daily Prophet.

Unfortunately, she doesn't know where Dumbledore has gone now. Even if she wants to do something for Dumbledore, she can do very little.

In the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Slughorn specifically called Argus to the office to inquire about the situation.

And said that if there is any trouble, he can find someone to help Argus settle it.

This is really not a boast.

In terms of the number of connections, it is estimated that there are few people in the entire Hogwarts who can compare with him.

Most Hogwarts graduates rarely contact professors and deans after graduation, except Slughorn!

He would invite many students to his home every now and then, and all of these students were outstanding figures in their respective fields.

Rather than being a guest, it was more like a banquet to expand one's network.

With the help of Slughorn's relationship, people who were originally not related had the opportunity to contact each other.

Slughorn was happy about this, and these students were naturally willing to give Slughorn a face.

"No need to bother, professor."

"You should have seen the Daily Prophet. The Ministry of Magic is here to find Principal Dumbledore. It has nothing to do with me."

"Albus... Alas!" Slughorn wanted to say something.

He opened his mouth and only sighed.

He had just come here in the past few days and didn't know what had happened in Hogwarts before.

He was not qualified to point fingers at Dumbledore.

He raised his head, and his old eyes stared straight at Argus.

"Argus, tell me the truth."

"Who is the heir of Slytherin? Don't mention that idiot Gilderoy Lockhart to me. I hadn't retired when he was in school! I know what kind of person he is!"

"Tell me, is it... that person!"

You can guess this?

Argus' heart trembled.

If we talk about the person who knows Voldemort best, it may not be Dumbledore.

It is more likely to be Slughorn!

Although he was deceived by Voldemort, it was more out of expectation for genius, and he dared not to believe in Voldemort's fall.

Otherwise, he would not have guessed Voldemort's mind repeatedly in the original book, and hid for so long under Voldemort's search.

But now, it is not time to announce Voldemort's existence.

He shook his head: "I'm sorry, Professor Slughorn."

"I didn't find anyone else in the secret room at that time."

"It may not be a person! Have you found some...inappropriate items?" Slughorn racked his brains to give Argus a hint.

He was also worried that Argus would go crazy like Voldemort after learning about the existence of the Horcruxes.

"Unsuitable items?"

"That is... not something that would appear in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets." Slughorn was increasingly hesitant in his words.

"For example... something that doesn't look that shabby and has only appeared in recent decades."

"I didn't pay attention to that." Argus smiled apologetically.

"But the Ministry of Magic and Headmaster Dumbledore have searched it. If there was anything, they should have found it long ago."

"That's true." Slughorn knew.

With such a big thing happening, it's impossible for the other party not to search the entire Chamber of Secrets.

With Dumbledore's attitude towards Voldemort, there is absolutely no mercy.

"Tell me again what happened that night truthfully."

"Don't use the tricks that Dumbledore taught you to fool me!"

"Okay, Professor!"

...

Azkaban.

Several Aurors escorted the captured dark wizards into the prison.

The leader was holding a cigar and a newspaper roll in his hand, with a face full of impatience.

"What a hassle! I should have followed the director to Hogwarts earlier!"

"I don't want to stay in this kind of hellhole for even a minute!"

"Going to Hogwarts is not a good job! The director and his team are going to catch Dumbledore!" A tall Auror behind him swallowed his saliva.

"That's Dumbledore..."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested!

In the cell next to him, a skinny man in ragged clothes heard Dumbledore's name and quietly pricked up his ears.

"What are you talking about? Who would have thought that Dumbledore could do such a thing!"

"I guess all those things in the past were fake!" The leader holding a cigar spoke and sighed.

"Poor Harry Potter and the Weasley kid, they are probably going to become idiots!"

"What are you talking about! Harry is going to become an idiot?" The skinny man who was sitting quietly in the corner just now seemed to be stimulated by something.

He suddenly got up from the ground and tore at the cell door frantically!

"Who is the Harry you are talking about? Is he the savior in the prophecy?"

"Tell me!"

The man with the cigar was startled and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

The front-page headline was a report about the accident of Harry and Ron.

The first photo was of Harry and Ron sitting at the head of the bed with a dull look on their faces.

Outside the door not far away was Mrs. Molly with a sad face.

The skinny man's eyes instantly turned red when he saw the photo in the newspaper!

His eyes were full of bloodshot!

He screamed heartbreakingly at the top of his lungs!

"It's you! It's you! You're not dead!"

"I knew it! Hahahaha... I knew it!"

The howling gradually turned into a sneer.

The skinny man supported the cell door with both hands, his eyes fixed on the photo in the newspaper.

He could not see anything except that photo!

The man with the cigar in his mouth might have felt that he had lost face.

He spat fiercely in the face of the skinny man.

"Bah! Another crazy one!"

"If I had known, I should have let the Dementors give him a kiss!"

"Just end it all!"

"Okay, don't waste time." The tall and strong man reminded.

"Hurry up and send these people in, we'll leave early."

"I don't want to stay in this place for even a minute!"

The man with the cigar looked at the newspaper that fell on the ground, frowned, and was too lazy to bend down to pick it up.

He disappeared into the passage with heavy steps.

The skinny man in the cell didn't reach out his hand until he couldn't hear any sound anymore, and then he used all his strength to pick up the newspaper from the ground.

Even though many parts of the newspaper were soaked in water, he couldn't wait to read it from the beginning.

The more he read... the more wrong his face looked!

He clenched his right fist unconsciously!

Blood dripped faintly!

"Why is this happening! Why!"

"What happened! Why did Dumbledore let a child like Harry do this!"

"What is he thinking! What on earth does he want to do!"

"James... Lily... I... I'm sorry for you..."