Glory To Slytherin

The appearance of this middle-aged wizard surprised everyone in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Shafik, how did you enter Hogwarts Castle? If I remember correctly, parents of students are not allowed to enter by themselves..."

"I brought him in, Minerva."

A familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the auditorium.

Dumbledore, who had been away from Hogwarts for two or three days, returned to the castle. He looked like a dusty, tired face.

"Oh! Dumbledore, you will be fine when you come back."

Professor McGonagall's face showed obvious joy. In her eyes, as long as the old man is in the castle, they will have the backbone.

"The best heir of my family was brutally murdered. Do you think I should come, Professor McGonagall?"

The middle-aged wizard strode to the center of the auditorium, looked at the scene in the coffin, and asked gloomyly on his face.

Anyone could hear that he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, as if it might burst out at any time.

"I'm a member of the school board anyway. My son died in Hogwarts Castle unexplainedly. Do you think I should come?"

Professor McGonagall was speechless. Before the truth of the matter is known, Shafik’s parents are eligible to question.

"Perhaps we should let the truth come to light first, Abel..."

Professor Snape said, his tone was hard.

"My son is dead, what truth do you want me to wait for first?"

Abel Shafik sneered, turned his attention to Ulysses's face, and said word by word:

"Is it your hand?"

"good."

Ulysses smiled, but there was no smile deep in his eyes.

This smile directly ignited Abel Shafik's anger, and his wand pointed at Ulysses extremely quickly, and a purple light spewed out in an instant.

"stop!"

Ulysses' eyes were calm, as if indifferent to the attack.

Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded, his right hand wand a little, a white light instantly melted the purple light. He was naturally on the side of Ulysses, seeing that Abel Shafik's shot was a heartbreaking curse, of course he couldn't let it go.

"My son came to Hogwarts to go to school, but died here. He killed my son, do you want to protect him, Dumbledore?"

Abel Shafik said gloomily.

"That's not the case, Mr. Shafik."

Ulysses turned a blind eye to the magic wand pointed at him and said coldly, "Your son made two sensational attacks in the castle, each of which put the victim's life in danger, and just wanted to kill me... Isn't it reasonable for me to fight back? Also, your motive for letting him come to Hogwarts is probably not so simple."

"Nonsense."

Abel Shafik snorted and looked at Ulysses with violent killing intent. "Where is the evidence? My son is dead. You can't make up the truth?"

Ulysses did not speak, took out his wand, pointed it at his own temple, and gently drew a wisp of silver smoke.

He turned his gaze to Dumbledore, who immediately understood his intentions. With a wave of his wand, the silver smoke turned into a clear picture, which was the scene where Ulysses had a conversation with Anderson in the corridor.

Everyone in the auditorium looked at each other, and only after seeing Anderson admit that he was the murderer did they have a clear tendency in their hearts. However, for them, this incident was still a bit too frightening.

It's hard to believe that a fourth-grade student of their age would actually do this kind of thing.

"If you think my strength can pretend to be such a clear memory, then I have nothing to say, Mr. Shafik."

Ulysses said with a faint smile.

Abel Shafik's face was uncertain, and he said angrily:

"Even if Anderson is wrong first, who allows you to kill him? Even if you want to punish, that's a school matter."

Ulysses' face cooled, and said sarcastically:

"Mr. Shafik, Anderson's fate is fate, but mine is not? Let him act on me, I can't even hide, stand still and kill him? Maybe it is true for you, after all, even one The family's hole cards were given to him..."

Abel Shafik's face changed abruptly, lowered his voice, and said viciously:

"I admit that this matter was considered improperly by Anderson. Returning the Shafik family's emblem to me, I can leave it alone."

‘It’s so thin. ’

Ulysses sighed in his heart, and Anderson was not as important as a clan emblem in his father's mind.

He shook his head and said regretfully:

"Unfortunately, that thing was destroyed during the duel, and even a piece of wreckage was not left."

Naturally, Ulysses couldn’t hand over this thing. The clan emblem of every family had a magical effect. He still wanted to stay and study and study. Abel Shafik opened his mouth and wanted to return the clan emblem. He hasn't had that big face yet.

Abel Shafik's expression seemed to stiffen. He stared at Ulysses' eyes firmly, and only after seeing the latter's eyes that there was no ups and downs, did he say word by word in an unforgettable tone:

"Ulysses Lestrange, right? I don't even know when someone like you was born in Lestrange's house. That's all for today, and the days to come will continue."

After speaking, he walked to the coffin on the ground, closed the coffin board blankly, put it in his own pocket, and asked Dumbledore coldly:

"I'll take him back to the family for burial, okay Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore hesitated, but nodded slightly.

Abel Shafik turned around and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium, and said coldly:

"Tracy, come home with me. There is no need to stay in this school."

In fact, this is the real purpose of his coming to Hogwarts Castle. After receiving an urgent call from Tracey, he hurried over. Now that Anderson's death is a foregone conclusion, Abel Shafik knows that he can't get any benefits when the evidence is conclusive, so he just wants to take Tracey out intact.

An eldest son has already died, so there can be no accidents in the only blood.

Tracey trembled, and quickly followed behind him. Every second spent in the auditorium is a torment for her.

However, the voice that was so clear and pleasant in her ears once again sounded like Devil whispered at this moment:

"Stop. I didn't say you can go."

Abel Shafik looked back suddenly. This time, his anger was completely uncontrollable, and he pulled out his wand and said viciously:

"Don't deceive people too much, Lestrange."

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