Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"You're amazing, Ginny!"

On the steps of the first floor, Colin imitated Ginny's appearance, as if he was interviewing.

"May I ask Mr. Filch, does torturing students give you pleasure?"

"Didn't torture the students? Didn't want to do it or couldn't do it? What are you trying to do by bringing Harry Potter back to the office?"

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

Having said that, Colin laughed, "Have you noticed Filch's face? I've never seen him so nervous before."

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

Harry was standing behind them, and Ron was explaining to him.

"As soon as I finished my meal, Colin ran over in a hurry. He kept saying that you were taken away by Filch. I was also worried, and I was going to find Clark to get you. Then Ginny Just say she has a way, and come to you with us."

"Thank you." 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 reassured him, "Don't worry, I know George and Fred got some food from the kitchen."

Hearing this, Harry quickened his pace even more. He only felt cold all over his body now, not to mention the rumbling stomach.

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

It was a voice, a creepy, almost breathless, malevolent voice.

"Come... come here... let me tear... crush... kill you..."

Harry jumped with a start, stopping so Ron bumped into his back.

"What's going on?" he said loudly.

"What are you doing!" Ron pushed him, "You almost tripped me, why, are you too hungry to walk? Work harder,

Dude, I can't get over you. "

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

"That... that voice said... Didn't you hear that?"

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

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

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

"Harry, what's the matter with you?"

Ginny asked worriedly.

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

"... I'm so hungry... It's been a long time..."

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

"Listen!" Harry said eagerly, Ron and Ginny were stunned, only Colin held the camera excitedly, which showed his complete trust in Harry.

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

The sound became weaker and weaker, as if it was gradually moving away.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving up.

He stared at the dark ceiling, and suddenly felt a special feeling mixed with fear and excitement, a situation that no one else could notice, but he felt that he was a little different.

"Go this way!"

Harry yelled, and began to run after the sound.

He ran up the stairs very quickly, through the empty hall, and in the adjoining Great Hall, only a few little wizards were still eating their Last Supper, and Harry wanted so badly to join them.

However, he still gritted his teeth, held back the hunger in his stomach, and ran up the marble steps to the second floor. The three of Ron stumbled behind him.

"Harry, what are you doing..."

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

"Hush!"

Harry pricked up his ears, not letting go of a sound, but the sound suddenly disappeared here, and there was only the whistling wind around him.

He ran around the second floor, and the three of Ron followed behind him panting. They kept running, but when they turned the corner, there was still an empty corridor in front of them.

"Harry, what's going on here?" Ron propped his knees, sweat was already forming on his face, "I can't hear anything..."

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

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

"Look at that!"

On that wall, something was shining in the darkness.

They walked over cautiously, squinting their eyes to identify carefully in the darkness.

Between the two windows, on the empty wall a foot above the ground, some scrawled writing was scribbled, shimmering under the burning torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Do you want my treasure? If you want it, then go to the Chamber of Secrets to find it. I put everything there—Slytherin."

Chamber of Secrets? Treasure! Slytherin!

Harry's breathing was a little short, and this was something he had never heard of.

"What's that - hanging down there?" said Ron in a trembling voice.

As they approached slowly, Harry almost slipped on the watery ground, but Ron and Ginny grabbed him.

A few people approached the slogan little by little, their eyes fixed on the black shadow below. They saw what it was at the same time, and jumped back in fright, splashing a splash.

It was Mrs. Norris, the cat kept by Filch the Keeper.

Its tail hung from the torch stand, its body was stiff as a plank, and its eyes were wide open, as if it had seen something terrible.

The three of Harry stood motionless for several seconds.

"Crack!"

A blinding 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 we find a way to save..." Harry hesitated.

Ron began to tug at his arm. "I don't want to be found out here, and it won't be clear."

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

From both ends of the corridor they were in, there was the sound of dozens of feet stepping up the stairs, and the well-fed little wizards chatted happily and loudly.

Then, pushing and jostling, they poured into the aisle from both ends.

When the people in front saw Mrs. Norris hanging upside down on the torch, the bustling and chattering noises 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 awkward.

The students who had quieted down crowded forward one after another, stretched their necks, and secretly looked at this terrible scene, and the entire corridor was thus congested.

"What happened here? What happened?"

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

He squeezed his way out of the crowd with his shoulders, and then saw his pet—Ms. Norris.

The pitiful look 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 didn't dare to 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 Harry and the other four standing aside.

"you!"

His grief immediately found a channel to vent, "It's you! You killed my cat! Didn't you, you killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Argus!"

A loud shout interrupted his words, and Principal Dumbledore rushed to the scene of the incident, accompanied by several deans and professors.

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

"Come with me, Argus," he said softly to Filch, "and you, Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, Mr Creevey, Miss Weasley... come too. "

At this moment Lockhart hurried forward, "My office is the closest to here."

Dumbledore nodded, "Thank you, Gilderoy."

After finishing speaking, the silent young wizards around parted to make way for a path, but after they left, the group of half-grown children gathered together again, and the discussion gradually became louder.

After all, nouns such as chamber of secrets, treasure and Slytherin always make people full of reverie.

On the other side, Lockhart was also very excited, he followed closely behind Dumbledore with a look of high spirits.

As a best-selling author with a very keen sense of smell, this sudden strange incident let him know that something big is going to happen at Hogwarts, and for him, this is money, and the new best-selling book has arrived .

There was a sudden commotion on the walls as they entered Lockhart's pompous office.

Harry saw a few photos of Lockhart scrambling to hide, with curlers in their hair and fancy pajamas.

But what was even more surprising was that there was another person in the room.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore!"

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

Professor Dumbledore and others were surprised when they saw him, and Snape even asked, "Why are you here?"

Clark noticed the cat in Dumbledore's hand, and Harry and the others who were following behind the professor. He thought it was a coincidence, but his face remained calm.

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

"Ah, yes, just now I was talking to Clark about the differences in the writing techniques of suspense stories." Lockhart nodded cooperatively, as a proof.

Everyone did not suspect him, and Professor McGonagall greeted him, "It's getting late, Clark, you should go back to the dormitory first."

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

"Okay, professor." The speed in Clark's hands did not decrease, and after packing up, he consciously stepped back and stood aside.

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

Ginny and Colin walked directly to Clark's side.

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

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

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

Professor McGonagall also bent over and narrowed his eyes to watch carefully. Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looming, with a peculiar smile that was not a smile, he looked very Infiltrate.

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

"It must have been killed by a powerful spell—probably the Transfiguration Curse. I've seen it used many times. Unfortunately, I wasn't there at the time. I just happen to know how to break the spell. If I were there , might be able to save it..."

Lockhart's comments were interrupted by Filch's painful sobs. The school administrator looked as if he was more than ten years old at the moment. He was slumped in a chair by the table, hunched over, He covered his face, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris.

Clark looked at him and couldn't help sighing, showing a little sympathy for him.

Although this guy has a bad attitude towards little wizards, but as a squib, working in a magic school, watching the little wizards around him happily learning magic is a torment in itself, And he doesn't have any friends yet, maybe in his dream at midnight, 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 Principal Dumbledore believed Filch Qi nonsense, then he will definitely be kicked out of school.

In this way, the room fell into a depressing silence, only Lockhart's rambling, which made people feel extra ear-piercing.