That's how it was.
After listening to Argus's account, Arthur and Mrs. Weasley fell silent for a moment.
Throughout the entire affair, Argus had been completely uninvolved.
He had tried his best to protect his classmates, severely injuring the snake monster to the point that it could not move.
In the critical moment, disregarding his own safety, he had let Fawkes take the injured Harry and Ron away first.
Even if it had been them, they might not have been able to do it any better.
As for Lockhart's sneak attack, no one could have predicted it.
If anyone was to blame, it was Hogwarts for admitting him, or perhaps his own son and Harry going to call him.
Arthur stepped forward and patted Argus on the shoulder.
"Argus, it's Harry and Ron who've caused you trouble."
"Alright, we've kept Argus waiting for too long. With so much going on last night, he definitely didn't get enough rest."
Mrs. Weasley helped Argus to bed and thoughtfully tucked him in.
"You get some rest. If you need anything, just call us. Arthur and I are outside."
"I am not that fragile, Mrs. Weasley."
Argus was also overwhelmed by Mrs. Weasley's thoughtful care.
Helpless, he could only obediently lie down in the hospital bed.
Mrs. Weasley and Arthur carefully closed the door.
As soon as they came out, their expressions turned serious.
The accounts given by Dumbledore and Argus were enough for them to deduce a great deal.
Last night's events were quite different from those in the original story.
In the original story, Dumbledore had already been expelled from Hogwarts by Lucius with a suspension order, and even if he had wanted to help, he would have been barred.
But now, Dumbledore was clearly capable of protecting him personally!
Fortunately, Hogwarts had covered their hospital bills; otherwise, it would have been questionable whether Arthur could have come up with the Galleons.
"Arthur, you said Ron…" Mrs. Weasley was, after all, a mother.
Seeing her perfectly healthy son lying motionless on the hospital bed, she couldn't help but lean on Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur took a deep breath and pulled his wife into his arms to comfort her.
"Don't worry, Ron will be fine."
...
Hogwarts Castle.
First-floor washroom.
A large group of Aurors, led by Alan Mitchell, were blocking the entrance to the secret chamber, waiting in ambush.
Moaning Myrtle had never seen such a scene before, and she huddled in the toilet, too afraid to show her face.
Unfortunately, she was still forced out by several Aurors wielding wands.
"Waaaaah... I'm so miserable, even hiding in the bathroom I get bullied... Waaaaah..."
"Behave yourself!"
A single sentence from a fierce-looking Auror was enough to silence Myrtle.
She could only sob softly.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we just want to ask you a few questions."
Alan Mitchell had learned of Argus's disappearance from the Slytherin members.
When he learned of the unusual situation in the first-floor restroom, he immediately realized that it was very likely related to Argus's disappearance.
Looking at the gentle man before her, Moaning Myrtle felt her fear lessen slightly.
"You... you can ask."
"What happened last night? Why is there such a big hole here?"
"Last night, Harry, Ron, and Professor Lockhart came over and asked me some questions. Then Harry hissed at the sink a few times, and the hole opened."
"You asked me some questions? What were they?"
A number of Hogwarts students had gathered outside the washroom, and several Aurors stood guard outside to maintain order.
Just then, Professor McGonagall hurried over.
After dispersing the students who had gathered to watch, she saw Alan Mitchell asking questions.
She stood aside and waited quietly.
"They asked me how I died back then, and then... that was it."
"They only asked how you died?"
Alan Mitchell had researched information about the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin.
Knowing about Moaning Myrtle, he didn't ask any further questions.
He nodded.
"Thank you for your cooperation, miss. We may need your help later, so please don't refuse."
"Okay... okay."
"Mr. Mitchell!"
After the questioning was finished, Professor McGonagall finally spoke.
"I think I need to explain what happened last night to you."
"Professor McGonagall, were the Hogwarts professors involved in what happened last night?"
"To be precise, it should be called a rescue."
Professor McGonagall recounted Dumbledore's words to Alan Mitchell.
The Aurors around them could hardly believe their ears.
Whether it was Argus protecting Harry and Ron or single-handedly killing the basilisk.
Whether Lockhart was the heir to Slytherin or had cast a Memory Charm on Harry and Ron, it would be enough to shock them.
Alan Mitchell's expression turned serious.
"Professor McGonagall, where are the three injured young wizards, and Gilderoy Lockhart's body?"
"At St. Mungo's Hospital, Mr. Grindelwald is fine and resting. Harry and Ron... will probably need some more treatment."
"You few go check the Chamber of Secrets. You go to the Ministry of Magic and inform Minister Fudge. The rest of you, come with me to St. Mungo's Hospital!"
At Alan Mitchell's command, the Aurors immediately began their operation.
"Professor McGonagall, I will report this matter to the Ministry of Magic as it is, and I hope that Hogwarts will cooperate with the investigation."
"Certainly."
Professor McGonagall knew that Hogwarts was now like a fishing net.
It needed mending everywhere!
Even the slightest collapse could lead to unpredictable consequences.
Led by Professor McGonagall, the group of Aurors arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital.
Just as they arrived in the corridor and were about to go in, they were stopped by Mrs. Weasley, who was already inside.
"Argus was exhausted after a long night and is resting now. Please wait a moment."
The Aurors behind Alan Mitchell couldn't hold back any longer!
"Does the Ministry of Magic need to worry about his time when it comes to handling matters?"
"Get him out here right now! Don't waste any time!"
A few words almost caused Alan Mitchell to lose his temper.
Holy crap, that was his boss!
He hadn't even dared to say anything like that—how dare they just barge in?
If Grindelwald found out that the men he had brought caused trouble, he'd skin him alive when they got back!
Alan then cast a Silencio on them.
"If you don't know how to keep quiet in a hospital, I can teach you!"
Seeing the softened expressions on Mrs. Weasley and Professor McGonagall's faces, he gave an apologetic smile.
"Mrs. Weasley, Professor McGonagall, I'm so sorry."
"We are also eager to solve the case, please understand."
Creak...
The ward door opened, and Argus walked out of the ward wearing a hospital gown.
Seeing Alan Mitchell arrive with his men, he subtly gave him a wink.
Alan Mitchell immediately understood and stepped forward: "Mr. Grindelwald, we would like to ask you about what happened last night. Please cooperate."
"Can."
Argus took the initiative to enter the ward.
Alan Mitchell glanced at the Aurors behind him and signaled the others to be on guard.
Unexpectedly, another accident occurred as soon as they entered the door.
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