bioinnovel Chapter 127 My Foolishness Has Its Own National Conditions
Chapter 127 My Foolishness Has Its Own National Conditions
Chapter 127 My Foolishness Has Its Own National Conditions
Who to arrest?
Rupert Hagrid?
Hunting ground guard and key custodian?
Belvina thought she must have misheard. Rupert Hagrid? How could that be!
Height, appearance, build—and even the House itself—by any measure, Hagrid could not possibly be associated with the Slytherin heir.
Hagrid's height is estimated to be over ten feet, meaning he is at least three meters tall. Even Shaquille O'Neal would have to call himself "Little Shaq" if he came here. It's almost impossible to tell at a glance that Hagrid has giant blood.
Merlin above, Salazar Slytherin above, and if Hagrid is the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets and attacked the students, Belvina will write her initials backwards!
Standing at the entrance of the school hospital, Belvina was both amused and exasperated. Her lips twitched, and she was almost laughing in anger, but she couldn't laugh because the Ministry of Magic's decision was making her cry with rage.
"John, are you sure you're not mistaken, and I'm not mistaken?" Belvina said. "Rupert Hagrid, the Hagrid we all know, the Hagrid of Gryffindor?"
The burly, stern-faced Delilah said earnestly, "That's right, Belvina, you heard me correctly. It's Hagrid, the one we all know. You should know he was expelled from school, right?"
"I know it's no secret that Hagrid was expelled; many people know," Belvina said. "You're not suggesting his expulsion is related to the locked room mystery, are you?"
"That's right. Hagrid was the one who attacked fifty years ago. He was the one who caused the death of a Muggle-born girl," Delilah said, his rugged face devoid of any hint of jest.
Belvina knew the world was a huge charade and that the Ministry of Magic was all show and no substance, but she never imagined that the people in the ministry could be this stupid!
Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened, and the monster attacked several Muggle-born students, leading to the death of Moaninger Warren. Even if the Ministry of Magic didn't suspect that the monster was a Basilisk, it shouldn't have pinned the blame on Hagrid.
Hagrid's magical abilities were so poor that they were heartbreaking to hear about and tearful to see; he couldn't even save a rooster!
"Hagrid's eight-eyed spider attacked that poor schoolgirl," Delilah continued. "He also kept werewolf cubs under his bed and went to fight trolls in the Forbidden Forest. The Ministry of Magic banned Hagrid from using magic, broke his wand, and expelled him from Hogwarts."
The giant eight-eyed spider is a huge spider that lives deep in the rainforests of southeastern Asia, especially in the dense jungles of Borneo.
These giant spiders are believed to be a species bred by wizards to guard their dwellings or treasures.
The giant spider is cruel by nature and has a fondness for human flesh. If the giant spider's attack had led to Myrtle Warren's death, Myrtle's body would not have remained intact in the girls' restroom.
Moreover, the monster in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets could not possibly be the eight-eyed spider, because the eight-eyed spider does not have such a long lifespan.
If the eight-eyed spiders were allowed to reproduce in the Chamber of Secrets, given their reproductive capacity of laying a hundred eggs at a time, a thousand years would be enough to turn Hogwarts into a giant spider's nest, and the young wizards in the school would be nothing more than spider cookies!
"An eight-eyed giant spider? Those things can kill people? Isn't that just a legged Galleon?" Belvina said incredulously. "Attacked several students, resulting in the death of a girl, right under the noses of Armando Dippet and Albus Dumbledore?"
"That's what it said in the case files back then, and that's what the minister told us," Delis said, lowering his voice again as he whispered, "What the ministry wants is an explanation, whether that explanation is about the real killer or not—it doesn't matter."
Belvina was well aware of what the department was thinking, or rather, what Cornelius Fudge was thinking: to create a murderer in order to alleviate pressure from all sides.
With his "criminal record," Hagrid's height and size are just right. If he doesn't take the blame, who will? Should we let the Minister take the blame?
Who was the Minister of Magic fifty years ago? I remember now, Leonard Spencer-Mohn. He started as a waiter serving tea and water in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and rose step by step to become the Minister of Magic, a true example of a rags-to-riches story.
The wizarding community held Minister Spencer-Mount in high regard, considering him a reliable minister who came to power in 1939, a time when Gellert Grindelwald was sweeping across Europe.
In addition, Spencer Moon maintained a good working relationship with another minister, John Churchill, and both of their names contained the characters Leonard and Spencer.
This truly reflects the unique national character of Great Britain: wizards and Muggles are alike, both inherently lacking in morality and being inhuman.
"John, this is between you and me, don't tell anyone else." Belvina sighed. "I'll talk to the minister. How could Hagrid possibly be Hagrid!"
Delilah was very casual, saying in a nonchalant tone, "As long as there are no more attacks, we won't have to make things difficult for Hagrid. I don't want to face an opponent who's over ten feet tall; it's too intimidating."
It's just a job, why risk your life like that!
At this time, the wheat king Delisi was not yet the legendary invincible figure he would later become, but he was already showing signs of giving up.
"Alright then, let's go in and see Lockhart. Don't keep Felix waiting too long," Belvina said. "You seem to think highly of young Mr. Ferguson," Delis said. "Doesn't he have any plans to participate in the Auror training?"
As they spoke, Belvina and Delilah walked into the school hospital one after the other.
In the school hospital, Ms. Pomfrey and Felix were staring at each other, while Gilderoy Lockhart lay on the bed between them, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Popito, is Lockhart able to cooperate with the interrogation now?" Belvina asked. She felt that Lockhart's condition was much better than in the morning; at least he was no longer talking nonsense and had lost his aggressive tendencies.
"Yes, but I don't recommend that the interrogation last too long," Ms. Pomfrey said. "Lockhart's condition is not very stable."
After saying that, Ms. Pomfrey turned and walked toward the cabinet where the medicines were placed, looking for something in the cabinet with her back to everyone.
At that moment, Felix pointed to a hospital bed diagonally opposite, completely hidden by a curtain, and asked, "Is that the student who was attacked?"
"Yes, a Muggle-born Gryffindor freshman," Belvina said. "And a cat, Mr. Filch's cat."
"What a misfortune," Felix sighed. "I hope the real culprit is caught soon, and I hope this poor Gryffindor recovers his health quickly."
Upon hearing this, Delis awkwardly scurried around. One of the tasks the minister had assigned him was to capture Hagrid, the real culprit behind the attack. However, Delis knew in his heart that there was a lot of exaggeration about the claim that Hagrid was the real killer.
The accusation of keeping werewolf cubs under a dormitory bed sounds utterly unreasonable; however, the idea of running into the Forbidden Forest and fighting trolls seems more plausible, given Hagrid's weight.
After a while, Ms. Pomfrey returned with a small medicine bottle. She uncorked the bottle and placed it under Lockhart's nose.
Lockhart, who had been looking dazed and blank, suddenly reacted. He sneezed several times in a row, and his expression and gaze gradually returned to normal. At least he seemed to be able to communicate normally.
"Giddon Lockhart, I am John Dexter, an Auror from the Auror Office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Dexter said.
Then Felix introduced himself, saying, "I am Felix Ferguson, captain of the Law Enforcement Team of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
Gilderoy Lockhart glanced at the two male wizards beside the bed, his pupils dilated, and fear and panic instantly crept onto his face. He kept swallowing, his throat bobbing back and forth.
"You are suspected of violating wizarding laws, Mr. Lockhart," Dexter said, producing a parchment stamped with the Ministry of Magic's seal. "You should have been summoned to the Ministry for questioning, but given your current state—"
Before Delilah could finish speaking, Lockhart, lying on his sickbed, interrupted him.
"Sir, who are you? And who are you?" Lockhart then looked at Belvina, "And this young lady, who are you?"
Deluxe and Felix exchanged a glance, both convinced that Gilderoy Lockhart was lying and trying to fake amnesia.
Or it could be a mental disorder.
"And who am I?" Lockhart continued to ask, a pure and innocent smile on his face, as if he had truly forgotten who he was and everything about himself.