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"You're amazing, Ginny!"

On the first floor steps, Colin imitated Ginny, as if in an interview.

"Excuse me, Mr. Filch, can torturing students bring you joy?"

"Didn't torture the students? Did you want to do it or couldn't do it? What did you want to do when you brought Harry Potter back to the office?"

"Mr. Filch, please don't evade the question, I see..."

Having said this, Colin laughed, "Did you notice the look on Filch's face? I've never seen him so nervous."

Facing the compliment, Ginny also smiled proudly and raised her chin arrogantly. For her, joining the Hogwarts School Magazine Club was probably the most correct thing she had ever done.

Harry was standing behind them while Ron was explaining to him.

"As soon as I finished eating, I met Colin rushing over, he kept saying that you were taken by Filch, I was worried, and I was going to find Clark to get you, and then Ginny Just say she has a way and come to you with us."

"Thanks." Harry smiled gratefully at Ginny, which made her even happier.

A few people walked up the steps, ready to return to the warm Gryffindor common room, and Ron even comforted him, "Don't worry, I know George and Fred got some food from the kitchen."

Hearing this, Harry quickened his pace even more, he just felt cold all over, not to mention hungry in his stomach.

However, the next moment, he heard a voice, a voice completely different from Ron's babble.

It was a voice, a horribly vicious voice that almost stopped breathing.

"Come... come... let me tear... crunch... kill you..."

Harry jumped in shock and stopped so that Ron slammed into his back.

"What's the situation?" he said loudly.

"Why!" Ron gave him a push. "You almost tripped me, what, are you hungry and can't walk? Work hard, man, I can't carry you."

"No," Harry said incoherently, "there's a voice!"

"That... that voice said... didn't you hear it?"

Both Ron and Ginny looked at him in astonishment, and the meaning was obvious.

"What are you talking about, Harry? Maybe you're starving? Merlin's beard—it's so late, hard training, and no dinner,"

Harry didn't answer, he pricked up his ears and listened intently, all the while looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit hallway.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ginny asked worriedly.

"That voice appeared again...don't talk yet..."

"... hungry... for a long time..."

Harry could swear by his cousin's life that he must have heard it right, there really was a voice around here that no one else could hear.

"Listen!" Harry said eagerly, Ron and Ginny were stunned, only Colin held the camera excitedly, and he completely trusted Harry.

"...kill...it's time..."

The voice is getting weaker and weaker, as if it is gradually moving away.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving upwards.

He stared at the dark ceiling, and suddenly a special feeling of fear and excitement arose in his heart, the kind of situation that no one else could find, but he felt that he was a little different.

"Go this way!"

Harry shouted, started chasing the sound, and ran away.

He ran up the stairs very quickly, through the empty hallway, and in the next hall, there were only a few little wizards still eating the Last Supper, and Harry wanted to join in.

However, he still gritted his teeth, resisted the hunger in his stomach, and ran up the marble steps a few steps to the second floor. Ron and the three stumbled behind him.

"Harry, what are you doing..."

Ron was a little worried. He suspected that Harry was cursed by someone.

"Shh!"

Harry pricked up his ears and didn't miss a sound, but the sound suddenly disappeared here, and there was only the whirring of the wind around.

He sprinted and turned around the second floor. Ron and the three followed behind him panting. Several people were non-stop, but when they turned the corner, there was still an empty corridor in front of them.

"Harry, what the **** is going on?" Ron was on his knees, sweat dripping from his face. "I can't hear anything..."

Harry patted the wall reluctantly. He thought that his speed was too slow, so he lost the voice.

At this moment, Ginny suddenly gasped and pointed to the wall not far from the corridor.

"Look at that!"

On that wall, something was glittering in the darkness.

They walked over cautiously, squinting and carefully identifying in the dark.

Between the two windows, on the empty wall a foot above the ground, some scribbled handwriting was smeared and shimmered under the burning torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Want my treasure? If you want, go find it in the Chamber of Secrets, I've put it all there - Slytherin."

Chamber of Secrets? Treasure! Slytherin!

Harry was breathing a little too fast, something he hadn't heard before.

"What's that—hanging down there?" Ron said in a shaky voice.

As they approached slowly, Harry stepped on the water-filled ground and nearly slipped, but Ron and Ginny grabbed him.

A few people approached the slogan little by little, their eyes fixed on the dark shadow below. They saw what it was at the same time, jumped back in horror, and splashed.

It's Mrs. Norris, the cat kept by the caretaker Filch.

Its tail was hanging from the torch's bracket, its body was as stiff as a plank, and its eyes were wide open, as if it had seen something terrifying.

The three of Harry stood motionless for a few seconds.

"Crack!"

The dazzling white light flashed, and the sound of Colin taking pictures woke them up, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here quickly."

"Should I find a way to save..." Harry hesitated.

Ron began to pull on his arm. "I don't want to be found out here, so I can't tell."

However, it was too late, and a low noise came from the steps not far away. It was the last group of students who had eaten dinner.

From both ends of the corridor where they were located, there were sounds of dozens of feet stepping up the stairs, and the well-fed little wizards chatted and laughed happily.

Then, pushing and shoving, they rushed into the aisle from both ends.

When the person in front saw the Mrs. Norris hanging upside down on the torch, the lively and chattering noise suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pressed the invisible pause button.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Colin stood alone in the middle of the corridor, unable to advance or retreat, very embarrassing.

The quiet students also crowded forward, stretched their necks, and secretly looked at this terrifying scene, and the entire corridor was blocked like this.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Filch was undoubtedly attracted by the crowded crowd. After he was threatened by Ginny, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He was about to find trouble with a few little wizards to vent his anger when he saw this strange scene.

He squeezed a way out of the crowd with his shoulders, and then he saw his pet, Mrs. Norris.

The pitiful appearance of the little thing frightened him enough, Filch staggered back a few steps, covered his face with his hands in horror and blocked his sight, as if he could not accept this fact.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with you, Norris?" he screamed like a dead lover.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the four Harry standing aside.

"you!"

His grief instantly found a way to vent, "It's you! You killed my cat! Right, you killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Argus!"

A loud shout interrupted him, and Headmaster Dumbledore rushed to the scene of the incident, along with several deans and professors.

Dumbledore strode past Harry and the others, unfastening Mrs Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Argus," he whispered to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Creevey, Miss Weasley . . . "

At this time, Lockhart stepped forward in a hurry, "My office is the closest to here."

Dumbledore nodded, "Thank you, Gilderoy."

After speaking, the silent little wizards separated to both sides to make way, but after they left, the group of half-old children gathered again, and the voices of discussion gradually became louder.

After all, the terms secret rooms, treasures and Slytherin are always full of reverie.

On the other hand, Lockhart was also very excited. He followed closely behind Dumbledore with an air of vigor.

As a best-selling author with a very keen sense of smell, this sudden strange thing made him know that something big is going to happen at Hogwarts, and for him, this is money, and a new best-seller is available. .

As they entered Lockhart's flamboyant office, there was a sudden commotion on the walls.

Harry saw Lockhart hid in a few photos in a panic, with curlers in their hair and fancy pajamas.

But what's even more surprising is that there is still one person in the house.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore!"

Clark stood up from Lockhart's desk. In front of him was a pile of open manuscript papers with dense small print on them. It seemed that he must have been busy just now.

Professor Dumbledore and others were also surprised to see him, and Snape asked, "Why are you here?"

Clark noticed the cat in Dumbledore's hand, and Harry who was following behind the professor, and he secretly said a coincidence, but his face remained silent.

He picked up the manuscript paper at hand, shook it in the air so that they could see the writing on it, and explained, "I was asking Professor Lockhart for writing advice, and he suddenly went out. What happened? ."

"Ah, yes, just now I was talking with Clark about the difference in the way of writing suspense stories." Lockhart nodded in cooperation, as proof.

Everyone suspected him, and Professor McGonagall greeted him, "It's getting late, Clark, you'd better go back to the dormitory first."

Of course Clark didn't want to stay, he packed up the manuscript and was about to leave, but Dumbledore looked at him a few times and suddenly said: "This matter needs to be blocked, Mr. Prewett, please stay first. ."

"Okay, Professor." Clark kept the speed on his hands, and after finishing up, he consciously stepped back and stood to the side.

Dumbledore placed Mrs Norris on the smooth tabletop and began to examine her closely. Harry and Ron exchanged glances nervously, and then sat down in a few chairs out of the candlelight, watching closely. .

Ginny and Colin went directly to Clark's side.

"President." As the main powerful figure in the school magazine, employees like Ginny prefer to call him the president rather than the editor-in-chief.

Clark nodded imperceptibly, and listened to them whispering what had just happened.

Dumbledore's long, curved nose was only a foot away from Mrs. Norris's fur, and he watched carefully through the half-moon spectacles, and stretched out his slender fingers, poking here and there.

Professor McGonagall also bent over, squinting his eyes and watching carefully, Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looming, with a strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Infiltrate people.

Among the few people, only Lockhart was the most active. He kept wandering around, giving his opinions from time to time.

"It must have been a powerful spell that killed it--probably the Transfiguration Torture Spell~lightnovelpub.net~ I've seen others use it many times, unfortunately, I wasn't there at the time, and I happened to know the solution to this spell Curse, if I were here, I might be able to save it..."

Lockhart's remarks were interrupted by Filch's painful sobbing, the school administrator now looking as if he were more than ten years older, slumped in a chair by the table, hunched over and using his hands. Covering her face, she did not dare to look at Mrs. Norris.

Clark couldn't help but sighed when he looked at him, and felt a little sympathy for him.

Although this guy has a bad attitude towards the little wizards, as a Squib, working in a magic school and watching the little wizards beside him happily learning magic is a kind of torment in itself. And he doesn't have any friends yet, maybe in the middle of the night, the company of this cat is the only sustenance in his heart.

On the other side, Harry was also worried. He had just had a conflict with Filch, and the other party's cat was poisoned. It was hard not to doubt him, and once Headmaster Dumbledore believed Filch Strange nonsense, then he will definitely be kicked out of school.

The room fell into a repressed silence, only Lockhart's babble, which made people feel particularly harsh.