Chapter 169: The Cards Are Revealed, but Not Completely

Soon, Filch came with Professor McGonagall, the vice-president.

She looked at Nick floating in the air and Justin Finch-Fletch lying on the ground at a loss, and it took her a long time to react.

"Professor, I know you may not believe it, but this is really not my doing." Aaron said helplessly, "Of course, it can't be Harry Potter."

"Yes, professor, I can swear that this has nothing to do with me." Harry said immediately, "It was like this when I came."

"I can't control this matter." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "You two, come with me."

Professor McGonagall took the two to the door of the principal's office, read the password, and the automatically rotating staircase slowly rose and sent them up.

Looking at the shiny oak door, Harry couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and was worried about his future fate.

Aaron shrugged his shoulders. It was not the first time he came here, so he was not so nervous.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door a few times, and the door slowly opened.

"You go in and wait, Professor Dumbledore will be happy to see you."

"Let's go!" Aaron patted Harry's shoulder and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, believe me, nothing will happen.

The great Headmaster Dumbledore will not expel us just because we happened to be there."

Harry nodded blankly and followed Aaron into the headmaster's office.

Aaron was not so restrained and sat down on a chair directly. Abe couldn't help but look at the phoenix Fawkes and forcibly resisted the idea of ​​making it into a roast chicken.

"It's you." The Sorting Hat, which was originally snoring, suddenly opened its eyes, and then saw Aaron waving at it, and it was immediately furious.

"Hi! I haven't seen you for more than three months, I miss you so much!"

"I don't want to see you." The Sorting Hat squeezed out an angry expression, "You are the most embarrassing little wizard for me in hundreds of years."

"Be more generous!" Aaron smiled and took out the wand, slowly approached and picked it up.

"You, what do you want to do, put me down." The Sorting Hat shouted in panic. The expression on Aaron's face made it feel suffocated. The last time it felt this way was more than a year ago.

"You scream, Dumbledore won't come to save you even if you scream your throat out."

"Help, help!

Potter, hurry up, help me, please."

"This..." Harry hesitated for a moment, looking at Aaron with some reluctance, "Let's put it down, this is the principal's office after all."

"Wait a moment." Aaron smiled meaningfully, waved his wand gently, "Clean it up."

"No..."

Accompanied by the sad and angry wails, the dust accumulated by the Sorting Hat for a year disappeared.

"It's much more comfortable now.

If you were honest, I wouldn't do anything to you, but who told you to show up!"

The Sorting Hat stared at Aaron angrily, and he only hated that the four founders didn't create two hands for it, otherwise it would definitely slap him.

Although he might not be able to defeat the enemy, he could at least put up a symbolic resistance.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the desk. Fox screamed in pain, and red flames ignited on his body.

The flames burned fiercely, and Fox was wrapped in a fireball. His screams became clearer, but smaller and smaller.

"Water, where is the water?"

Harry said in panic, his eyes constantly scanning everything around him, trying to find anything that could put out the fire.

But before he could find it, the fireball turned into a ball of unburned ash and fell on the desk.

"This is so tragic, this is Dumbledore's bird!" Harry grabbed his hair, his face extremely bitter.

He was originally suspected of being the serial killer and was on the verge of being expelled. Now he was in the principal's office, and Dumbledore's pet was inexplicably cremated. Besides the bird, there was only himself and...

"Aaron, tell me honestly, did you do this?"

"Hey, hey, hey, there is a price to pay for wrongly accusing someone.

This bird will have this day sooner or later, we just happened to see it."

Harry's breathing was rapid, and the anger in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

Coincidence, coincidence, coincidence again.

Unfortunately, what he didn't believe in the most now was coincidence. Someone definitely wanted to frame him, and it was self-evident who this person was.

"Mr. Gaius is right." Dumbledore suddenly walked down the stairs and smiled, "It's about time. I've always wanted Fawkes to be quick."

"Professor, your bird." Harry said anxiously, "I didn't save it."

"Fawkes is not a bird, it's a phoenix.

When a phoenix is ​​about to die, it will spontaneously combust and then be reborn in the ashes. It's rare for ordinary people to have the opportunity to see it."

Dumbledore walked to the ashes, and a red baby bird about the size of a pigeon emerged from the ashes, making the same cry as before, but the voice was full of ease and joy.

"The phoenix is ​​a magical creature with an extraordinary load-bearing capacity and tears that can heal wounds." Dumbledore looked at the phoenix that was reborn from the ashes with great satisfaction, "It is usually very beautiful, with golden and red feathers, and it is also very loyal."

Abe suddenly jumped onto the desk and stood in front of the young Fox with his head held high. The bright and beautiful white holy dragon and the ugly phoenix in the ashes immediately formed a sharp contrast.

Aaron picked it up embarrassedly, "The scene when you were born was much more sacred than the rebirth from the ashes. There is no need to compare it with it. You are unique."

Hearing this, Abe smiled and rubbed hard in Aaron's arms.

Harry quickly came back to his senses from the incident of the phoenix's rebirth. He stared into Dumbledore's blue eyes and wanted to explain what happened today, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to start.

"Headmaster, I think you should know about Nick and Justin."

"Of course I know. Filch is determined to seek justice for Mrs. Norris and has no intention of hiding anything.

Some news always spreads very quickly in Hogwarts." Dumbledore said meaningfully, "But if everyone votes for the heir, only one vote out of ten will be yours."

"Because I don't speak Parseltongue." Aaron said speechlessly, "It's not good news, but it makes me feel a little relieved.

But I envy people who are born with a foreign language. Unlike me, I have to learn it later."

At this time, the door of the office suddenly opened, and Hagrid rushed in anxiously, holding a dead rooster in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's not Harry." Hagrid said anxiously, waving the dead rooster with his arms, and the chicken feathers fell all over the floor.

"I can swear in front of the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, sir, you caught the wrong person."

"Ahem!" Aaron reminded, "Hagrid, did you forget something?"

"Yes, it can't be Aaron, I believe him."

"Hagrid." Dumbledore stretched his voice, "I never said I didn't believe them."

"Okay, oh..." Hagrid's face showed a hint of embarrassment, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

"Wait, Hagrid." Aaron stopped him and looked at the dead rooster, "What is this?"

"This is the fourth one that has died during this period." Hagrid sighed regretfully, "There are not many chickens in the chicken coop. It is probably done by a fox or a vampire.

I plan to cast a spell on the chicken coop when I go back, but this requires the permission of Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Do as you wish, Hagrid." Dumbledore smiled.

Watching Hagrid leave the office, Aaron felt a little heavy.

In addition to the two roosters he stole, no, protected, two more were killed.

This means that the heir of Slytherin has begun to eliminate the threat. Perhaps he will soon order the basilisk to attack again. We have to be on guard!

"Don't you think it's me, Professor?" Harry asked expectantly.

Dumbledore nodded, "I don't think it's you."

"Thank you."

Harry was a little flattered. When everyone around him doubted him, Headmaster Dumbledore actually chose to believe him. Is there any greater encouragement than this?

"But I still have to ask you." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Harry thought of his suspicions about Aaron, and his heart was hanging in the air.

He had many guesses, but there was no evidence. He couldn't tell Dumbledore about the Polyjuice Potion, right?

What's more, Aaron was standing here, and it was not so open to alarm the snake.

"No, sir, nothing."

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Aaron, "Mr. Gaius, what about you? Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Um... this..." Aaron hesitated for a long time before grinning, "The headmaster is really a discerning person!

I do have something to hide from you."

Harry looked at Aaron in surprise. Even if you are the heir of Slytherin, you are a bit too arrogant!

The one sitting in front of you is the most powerful white magician of this century. Unless Salazar is resurrected, no one can protect you.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is it important?"

"Very important, Principal Dumbledore." Aaron emphasized the word "Principal". "I am willing to give you some respect, but this respect does not come from your identity, but from your strength.

But I'm still sorry, I can't tell you what I did for the time being, because once it is found out, it may cause Slytherin to lose ten points.

But you can rest assured that what I did is absolutely beneficial to Hogwarts."