Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The man who left his handwriting and petrified Mrs. Norris, cleaned up all traces of himself.

Not even a suspicious magical aura remained.

Chamber of Secrets...

The word weighed heavily on his mind.

Filch pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. When he saw the hanging cat, the magic effect seemed to be contagious. He also froze and stared blankly.

In the crowd, the chirping discussions turned into bursts of ear-piercing, sharp, hazy tinnitus.

After a while, he staggered and took a step forward, but the strength in his body had long been exhausted.

His left foot tripped over his right foot, tied a knot, and with a bang, he fell heavily into the water stains. He didn't struggle, but raised his head halfway in a daze, staring at his cat's vertical pupils that were still terrified.

"Mrs Norris!"

"who!"

"It was you who killed her!"

Filch was lying on the ground, turning his head, his eyes swept across the faces of the little wizards, resentful and hostile, trying to find the murderer, but no matter who he looked at, he felt alike.

This one...

I can't wait to drive myself out of the castle.

This one...

I can't wait, this can only happen to Mrs. Norris who caught them at night.

"Someone killed this cat." Lockhart looked very excited. "It's probably a transfiguration torture spell. I've encountered this spell many times, but it's too late now."

"If I was there, I could save it. I happen to know how to break the curse..."

Harry couldn't hold back, and interrupted him: "Professor Lockhart, maybe your kidneys have been used too much recently, and your eyesight has also become worse."

"The cat is still alive."

Filch was startled, and turned his head quickly. A look of luck and anticipation flashed across his eyes, and he looked at Harry pitifully, begging, "Oh, Mr. Potter, Norris...she's really still alive ?”

"You can trust him, Filch." Professor McGonagall glanced at Lockhart casually. With a wave of his wand, he lifted Filch up and cleaned his robes with the Cleansing Charm. "Potter is very sharp."

"Mrs. Norris is indeed alive."

Lockhart froze and smiled dryly: "I think so too."

"But why does she seem to be frozen and motionless?" Filch cried, his emotions finally poured down like a torrent, unstoppable.

"Argus, maybe we should go to the office and talk." Dumbledore kept staring at Norris, and then he spoke, waved his wand, and took it off the shelf, "Minerva, can you take Loris away?" Send Mrs. Si to Bobina, she may have some idea."

Professor McGonagall nodded gravely.

"You can go to my office, it's upstairs, very close." Lockhart said earnestly.

Dumbledore nodded without refusing.

They had just taken a few steps up the stairs.

Harry followed.

"Harry?" Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione were all surprised. Harry didn't seem like a person who liked to join in the fun.

Snape, who turned around and wanted to leave, paused, staring at the Potter he hated the most.

"I might know something." Harry lowered his voice.

Dumbledore said, "Let's go together."

The crowd parted silently to make way for them.

Lockhart triumphantly walked in the front, as if everything that happened just now was led by him, Snape also followed silently, his face so gloomy that water dripped out.

Lockhart led everyone to his office.

The pink background was decorated with his own photos. Seeing Dumbledore and others coming in, those portraits and photos ran away in panic. In a hurry, they could be seen wearing curling irons, masks and the like.

Lockhart went to find matches to light the candle.

With a flick of his wand, Snape completely lit up the room.

"Professor Dumbledore." Filch looked pitifully at the old man who was nearly twice his age, "Loris, what happened to her?"

"She was only petrified." Dumbledore comforted, "But..."

"It was petrified by a very deep black magic. It will be difficult for me to unravel it for a while, but what Harry said is right, she is not dead yet."

"Poppy might have something to do, and Pomona just had a second-year wizard plant a mandrake."

"After they mature, they can be formulated to revive potions that can relieve most of the transformation curse."

Lockhart volunteered: "I can, I must have prepared this potion more than a hundred times, and I can even cook it while sleeping..."

"Mr. Lockhart, are you going to exchange teaching positions with me?" Snape interrupted him coldly.

Lockhart froze and closed his mouth.

Snape looked at Harry: "If Professor Lockhart just wants to show off his abilities, why is our Mr. Potter here again?"

"After learning so many spells from Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, I finally couldn't suppress my eager nature and became arrogant. I felt that I had to solve everything by myself?"

"In his mind, these Hogwarts professors are all demented fools."

"Do you need a savior to solve the incident?"

Harry shook his head: "Perhaps, our Professor Lockhart should send Mr. Filch back. I'm afraid he needs a rest now."

Filch shook his head and gritted his teeth: "Thank...I mean, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Potter, but I want to know who killed Mrs. Norris!"

"Perform such an unforgivable prank that must be caught, hanged and whipped!"

Harry softly comforted him: "I don't know who it is now, but you should believe in Dumbledore, if Professor Snape hadn't stuffed a few more bezoars into his head, he should have solved it quickly .”

Dumbledore rubbed his face: "Harry, you shouldn't say that about an old man."

"Starting tomorrow, I will provide you with some potions for digesting bezoars." Snape said with a sneer, "My dear Headmaster Dumbledore."

Lockhart smiled even brighter: "I think Mr. Filch can..."

"He must be in great need of your care," interrupted Dumbledore. "My dear Gilderoy, would you please take Filch to Popina?"

is request.

A request that cannot be refused.

Lockhart's smile froze, and he nodded with difficulty: "Okay, since it's your order from Headmaster Dumbledore."

He took Filch away.

Harry raised his head and looked at the portraits: "Professor Dumbledore, maybe you can cast a spell..."

He didn't say a word, Dumbledore understood, and with a wave of his wand, all the portraits and photos were covered with a layer of white mist: "Now you can speak with confidence."

Harry glanced at Snape, and moved closer to Dumbledore: "I stole the painting in the Slytherin common room."

Snape was taken aback, squeezed his wand, narrowed his eyes: "Is this what you want to talk about?"

"More than that, be more patient." Harry shook his head and continued, "Actually, it's Gryffindor's trial. The first level asked me to steal Slytherin's portrait."

Snape narrowed his eyes: "If I remember correctly, it was a landscape painting that was stolen."

"The little snake in the painting is the Animagus of Slytherin." Harry explained.

"And I, because of Voldemort's soul fragment, can speak Parseltongue."

Snape's face changed, distorted and hideous.

Dumbledore was also slightly surprised, and tilted his head back.

"Maybe Gryffindor wanted me to pass the school history, thinking that the snake that left the school represented Slytherin." Harry continued, "But he may not have thought that a Gryffindor who knows how to snake It's a lame thing."

"It made it easy for me to find the painting."

"And the portrait speaks a snake language, and the content is about the secret room."

Thanks to CK for his resignation!

Thank you for the wind dyeing the cherry forest and the reward of sleeping less!

One more tonight.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the third shift will continue, QAQ