Above Sherlock’s head, a portrait of a thin old man muttered a few dissatisfaction, and then disappeared into the principal’s office.
Ginny came very quickly. She walked into the principal’s office with a blank look on her face. She was obviously very nervous when she saw the four professors and Malfoy standing inside.
“Don’t be too nervous Miss Weasley, we just have something to ask you.” Dumbledore said softly.
His voice was very kind, and the expression on his face was very soft, soothing a little bit of Ginny who was scared like a frightened rabbit.
“Have you ever come into contact with anything strange after coming to Hogwarts?”
Dumbledore’s blue eyes and Ginny’s gaze were looking at each other. Sherlock, who was standing aside, was maliciously guessing whether Old Deng would secretly use soul-catching thoughts to a little girl who fully trusted him at this time.
Hearing Dumbledore’s question, Ginny’s head shook like a rattle, she said carefully.
“I haven’t encountered anything strange without a professor.”
Dumbledore’s brow frowned again, while Malfoy’s reaction was much more intense.
“You are lying!”
Ginny was frightened by his sudden shout, and she explained with a red face.
“I don’t…”
Dumbledore nodded gently at Ginny.
“I believe your words, Miss Weasley, can you wait at the office door first? Don’t worry, it won’t take too long, I will look for you again soon.”
Hearing Dumbledore’s words, Ginny’s mood was obviously much more stable. She nodded quickly and trotted out of the principal’s office.
After Ginny left, Dumbledore looked at Malfoy calmly.
“This child did not lie. She did not know anything. There was no sign of any other magical objects on her.”
Malfoy was obviously a little unacceptable to the result, and he kept saying it.
“Impossible, she can’t have no problem…”
Dumbledore stared at him like this. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked suddenly.
“What should she have?”
“She should…”
Malfoy suddenly shut up, his face dark, his eyes looking at Dumbledore like a pool of stagnant water.
“What do you mean?” he said coldly. “I tell you that little girl may have a problem, it’s just a guess from me. Your question is very similar to what happened in Hogwarts, and it’s about me.”
Dumbledore didn’t say anything,Professor McGonagall, who had been listening on the side, couldn’t help it at this time.
“If it had nothing to do with you, how could you know that the problem was with Weasley!”
“I said that was my guess!” His words were cold, which was in sharp contrast to the way he prayed to Dumbledore just now.
“I will try my best to hide the matter in Hogwarts, and I hope you can save my son as soon as possible.”
He looked at Dumbledore, who was also watching him.
“The school is cultivating some Mandela grass.” Dumbledore said calmly, “When these herbs mature, the students who were attacked will return to normal.”
“So that’s the case, I’m leaving first, and Narcissa is still waiting for my news.”