Facing Dumbledore's exploring gaze, Harry quickly said:

"Ron was taken away by Felch before the dinner began."

"Stand up to lock his position."

Dumbledore looked at William, as if he was asking about the map of Gord in intelligent voice.

William pulled out a Hogwarts map from the ring.

Lockhart leaned over his head, William blocked it slightly, refusing to let him watch.

There are all the names of students and various secret passages on it, which are not of the same level as what he sells at school. How can he show it to Lockhart?

"He's still in Felch's office." William glanced at the map. "Only."

"Professor McGonagall, please help me bring Mr. Weasley. I need to ask him something."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left the school hospital.

"Madame Pomfrey, can you help me with some potion? I think Mr. Felch will wake up soon, and I think he needs some energy." Dumbledore continued to command.

Mrs. Pomfrey turned around and walked towards a room.

"Harry, you haven't eaten supper yet?" Dumbledore cared. "How about some fruit pie?"

Harry wanted to say that he had no appetite, but his stomach was roaring.

Dumbledore waved his wand, a fruit pie and a cup of hot milk, had already appeared on the table not far away.

OK... I was indeed a little hungry, so Harry was reluctant to eat something.

Harry is waiting for Filch to wake up now, and then he will slap Lockhart and Snape in the face who doubted him.

If there is no attack, it means there is no attack. Everyone cannot wrongly accuse the honest people!

Harry had never wanted to hear Felch speak so eagerly.

Snape walked to Felch.

William also walked forward, "Principal, if you don't mind..."

"Of course." Dumbledore turned his body slightly.

Snape snorted in his nose and gave up his place to William.

William did not examine Felch's wounds, and he had already checked them when he found Felch.

He collected the blood clots condensed from Felch's body in a test tube and prepared to go back and study it.

Felch's chest was originally fatal, but the blood stopped unexpectedly... There were special substances to help stop the bleeding.

Most importantly, all the blood clots are quartzed... This characteristic is too rare.

As a potion master, William needs to go back and study and analyze what substance is causing it.

Snape obviously thought so, his movements were faster than William.

As long as you have a word about a house, it is terrible whether it is a fat man or a skilled man.

In the distance, footsteps sounded.

Ron was brought by Professor McGonagall, his whole body was dirty and had a strong smell of mud.

"What happened, Principal?" Ron was a little afraid and showed a confused look.

"Ron, what's going on with you?" Dumbledore looked at him and then asked gently.

"I fell in the black lake."

"How did you fall into the Black Lake?"

"Last year William and his team caught a mermaid, and I wanted to catch one, and give it to Harry as a gift for Halloween," Ron explained quickly.

The words fell into Harry's ears, and only a warm current surged into his body, from the outside to the inside, making him excited and almost scream...

Sure enough, Ron is his best buddy!

Harry suddenly felt that the pure milk in his mouth was not so pure.

He took a bite of the fruit pie and sighed slightly.

I don't know what happened, but the two of them hadn't whispered in the same bed for a long time, and Harry thought tonight was a good opportunity.

Ron didn't know Harry was going to sleep with the slumber tonight, so he continued: "I stepped on the mud, and my soles slipped and I fell into the black lake.

Then, I returned to the castle and was caught by Felch.

He said I had dirty the floor and asked me to go to his office, so I followed him.”

"Next, why did Mr. Filch leave the office?" Dumbledore asked.

"A very unpleasant smell came from outside. He said it was a prank by Pipi, so he rushed out with a broom and asked me to stay in the office... By the way, what's wrong with him, Mr. Felch?"

"He was attacked."

"Who attacked?" Ron's face turned pale.

No one answered him.

Professor Snape glanced at Ron with malicious intentions and asked, "You have been in Felch's office for so long, and you won't leave when you see he hasn't come back?"

I don't think Weasley is so honest."

"I fell asleep!" Ron said irritated.

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "When I went, Mr. Weasley did fall asleep on the table."

"You won't doubt me, are you?" Ron growled: "Why did I attack Felch? I was in his office when something happened to him?!"

At this time, a cough came from the hospital bed.

Felch finally woke up.

Mrs. Pomfrey quickly poured the potion on him.

Felch drank the potion like a puppet.

"Felch, who attacked you?" Lockhart enthusiastically approached and asked.

Felch's expression was confused, as if he was thinking about how to...speak.

"Who is Argus?" Dumbledore asked again.

Felch straightened his upper body woodenly, and his head turned mechanically, like a zombie.

His gaze slid over Ron, and he paused slightly before turning suddenly... Harry!

Felch's lips moved slightly, and his voice seemed to squeeze out hard from his throat.

"Harry Potter!"

Felch's voice was low and echoed in the swaying room of candlelight.

Everyone was silent.

Harry was even more surprised and spurted out the milk.

The person was captured and was identified by the victim... At that moment, Harry almost believed it.

"Does I have schizophrenia and I do it in my second personality?!"

If William knew what Harry was thinking, he would probably sneer.

"Child, don't say that you are mentally ill when something happens. This excuse is not easy to use in the magic world."

...

...

Principal's Office,

Dumbledore sat down on the chair, his flowing silver-white hair and beard shining in the candlelight.

His two slender fingertips touched each other, and his chin was placed on his fingertips. His eyes looked through the half-moon lenses and looked at the ceiling above, as if he was in deep thought.

William sat opposite him and pondered, but he almost fell asleep as he thought about it.

William shook his head and asked:

"Professor, aren't you guessing that the monster in the secret room is a basilisk?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Last semester, I had killed the Basilisk. Are there other monsters in the secret room?" William said in confusion.

Dumbledore's face was particularly serious.

"William, the Slaterite has never been important. Slytherin left that room for nearly a thousand years, and the Slaterite has never attacked the students.

I don't want to say it's harmless, but I have to point out, is there a basilisk, or a secret room, really important?

Danger never comes from the basilisk, but from the human being!”

William nodded convincingly, pondered for a moment, and said, "What do you think about what happened tonight? Who is lying?"
To be continued...