Chapter 155 Suspicion Is Temporarily Ruled Out

Lockhart's office.

Under the bright candlelight, Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the desk and began to examine it carefully.

"It must have been killed by a spell." Lockhart said emotionally, "Transfiguration Torture Curse, I remember that something very similar happened before.

It's a pity that I was not there at the time. I happened to know the solution to the curse and could have saved it."

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Aaron looked at Lockhart speechlessly, wanting to say that you are like a clown, but he restrained himself.

"Mr. Gaius." Lockhart's voice was a little lower than before, "There are detailed records in my autobiography."

"Can Mrs. Norris be saved?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"Um... this..." Lockhart hesitated, looking at Filch who was choking with sobs, inexplicably feeling guilty, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid my spell can't save the dead life."

"Then please be quiet for a while, professor, at least don't interfere with the work of professionals."

"It's not dead, Argus." Dumbledore raised his head and said, "Mrs. Norris was just petrified, but I don't know how she was petrified."

"Ask him, he did it." Filch looked at Harry Potter angrily, sobbing, "You all saw what he wrote on the wall, he knew I was a Squib."

"Squib?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable , "It must be very difficult for you, a wizard who can't use magic, to stay in Hogwarts for decades!"

"Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Argus has been doing his job conscientiously for decades. I dare say that no one loves this castle more than him."

"I see." Aaron nodded thoughtfully, "But to be fair, I don't think it was Harry who did it. When I got there, the three of them stood there blankly, as if they were scared silly.

And if I may be frank, Harry may not even know what a squib means."

Harry nodded hurriedly. He only went to school for one year and really didn't know the meaning of some nouns.

Snape walked out of the shadows, with a sneer on his face, "Maybe Potter and his friends just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's what happened to Aaron. He happened to find them in front of that wall.

Isn't that right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then exchanged a simple glance with the other two, "That's right, Professor Snape, it's a misunderstanding."

"Very good, with the three of you as witnesses, I believe Aaron has no suspicion." Snape gave Aaron a reassuring look, and then looked at Harry and the other two, "Then can you explain why you were not in the hall during dinner?"

The three immediately explained that they went to attend Sir Nicholas's death anniversary banquet, and hundreds of ghosts could testify for them.

"You... are so boring." Aaron's eyes twitched slightly, and he was also impressed by their brain circuits.

Ignoring the Halloween party, I had to attend the ghost's death anniversary. Is that something a living person can do? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?

Harry and the other two also looked at each other, feeling very regretful.

Attending a ghost party on Halloween Eve, being scared is fine, and being hungry for nothing is also tolerable, but when returning home, he suffered an unexpected disaster.

"What happened after that?" Snape looked straight into Harry's eyes, and a cold smile flashed across his thin face, "Why didn't you come to the party?"

"Because, because..." Harry was very nervous. He didn't dare to say that he went there because he heard a strange sound, otherwise he would be suspected.

"We are going back to the common room." Hermione interrupted, "Aaron also met us on the way back."

"I am going back to sleep after eating and drinking, you..."

"We are not hungry."

Gurgle!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron's stomach rumbled at an inopportune time.

He raised his head awkwardly and found that everyone was looking at him, with different expressions, but Hermione's eye roll was quite obvious.

It didn't rumble earlier or later, but it rumbled just when he was about to get by.

"Okay! I'm a little hungry.

But if you attend the ghost's deathday party, I guess you won't be able to eat any good food in front of you."

The smile on Snape's face became more and more obvious.

Isn't this a blatant attempt to cover up the truth? Do you really think that everyone present is a fool?

"Principal, I believe you can see it.

They are not telling the truth, they are definitely hiding something."

"Professor, what you said seems to have reminded me of something.

When I just got to the corridor, Harry asked me a question."

"Oh?" Snape turned around proudly, and unexpectedly got an unexpected reward, "What did he ask you?"

"He asked..."

"Harry asked if there would be pudding at the party?" Hermione said anxiously.

Aaron rolled his eyes, but seeing the pleading in the other's eyes, he decided to help them. After all, in his opinion, these three people would not do such a thing.

"That's it, Professor."

Snape gave Aaron a helpless look, as if asking: What good will it do you to help them?

Aaron also responded to him with a look directly: Not helping them will not benefit me either.

"Severus." Dumbledore said, "No evidence means innocent."

"But my cat is petrified." Filch said in dissatisfaction, "Someone has to be punished."

"We can cure him, Argus.

As far as I know, Mrs. Sprout has cultivated mandrakes, and when they mature, they can prepare potions to cure Mrs. Norris.

In the meantime, I hope everyone will be careful." Dumbledore said, and then looked at Aaron and the other four, "You can go back and rest."

Hearing this, the four walked out of Lockhart's office tacitly.

On the way back to the common room, Hermione pursed her lips, looked at Aaron walking in front of her, and said, "Thank you for covering for us just now."

"You're welcome.

To be honest, I don't think you have the courage."

"Do you think I should tell them about the voice I heard?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Whatever." Aaron waved his hand, "But you have to bear the consequences yourself."

"I don't think so either." Ron said, "This is definitely not a good sign."

"It's strange that you heard that voice, and then Mrs. Norris was petrified." Hermione said.

"That may not be the case." Aaron said thoughtfully, "Maybe the voice deliberately led Harry there!"

Hearing this, Harry swallowed his saliva with some worry, "Do you mean I'm being targeted?"

"I didn't say that, it's just a simple guess." Aaron said and turned to the aisle on one side, "Good night, everyone."

The three looked at each other, and Harry said with a bitter face: "Why don't I tell Dumbledore about the voice! This is at least safer."

"No." Hermione frowned, "The three of us are now half suspects. If they know that you can hear strange sounds, it will be difficult not to be wronged."

......

Back in the dormitory, Aaron lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

"System, you can open the task panel."

[Find the legendary secret room:

Complete the task to reward 800 magic points, no penalty for failure, may I ask if the host accepts it? 】

When Aaron saw the value of the reward, he immediately thought of the mind body magic that he had been thinking about. According to the normal sign-in, he would have to work hard for more than 100 days to learn this skill.

But if he completed the task, it would be equivalent to working hard for 80 days less, and the temptation was too great.

Aaron gritted his teeth and chose to accept the challenge.

The reward for this task is not low, but it is not easy to do.

First of all, the legend of the secret room has existed at least since Lucius's time. The older the time, the harder it is to find.

Secondly, the bloody words on the wall and the petrified Mrs. Norris both mean danger. He believes that he can't resist that level of petrification curse.

But there is no reason for him not to accept this task, because it is related to the safety of Hogwarts. This is a Feng Shui treasure land for his stable development, and no accidents can happen.

The most important thing is that there is no punishment for failure. Once things are impossible, he can completely withdraw in time.

"System, excuse me, do you arrange tasks randomly?"

"Yes."

"But didn't you arrange three tasks last school year?" Aaron asked in confusion, "Why is there only one this year?"

"This system also issues tasks based on actual conditions. Based on what the host has encountered so far, this is the only one that can be arranged."

"It's really...reasonable." Aaron said speechlessly, "Wait, if I make trouble everywhere, can I trigger more system tasks?"

"I suggest the host not to do that. If you make trouble, you will die quickly."

"Hey! Don't make it sound so scary. I'm not that kind of person.

I'm just asking casually."

"I'm thinking too much.

With the host's current permission, there will only be three tasks a year. No more, no less.

In addition, the tasks arranged by this system are completely within the host's ability. They will not be too simple, but not too difficult. Moreover, the host has sufficient autonomy to choose and can give up tasks with higher risk. This is already very humane.

So...don't think about taking advantage of the system."