Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The next day, Filch still didn't show up at the castle. 𝟲𝟵𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘅.𝗰𝗼𝗺

During dinner, Kyle found Harry specifically and wanted to find out what happened in Lockhart's office yesterday.

"You must not tell anyone else. Professor Dumbledore doesn't want too many people to know about this."

Harry looked around and lowered his voice: "Filch became like stone because of a profound black magic."

"Can't Madam Pomfrey cure him?" Kyle asked.

"No." Harry shook his head, "Madam Pomfrey got several bottles of potions on him, and even soaked him in a barrel full of potions, but it had no effect at all, but..."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then continued: "But Lockhart said he had a way, and said he was in a place called Wagga...what the hell, no, I can't remember the name clearly.

Anyway, he encountered similar things in one place and used various amulets to help those people solve the problems. "

"But I think he's bragging."

Ron next to him said swornly: "Remember? He said the same thing on the third floor, but the place names were completely different."

"It's just a different name, you can't say that." Hermione retorted, "What if he met him twice."

"Hermione, do you still believe what he said?" Ron frowned dissatisfied, "He can't even deal with elves."

"By the way Ron..." Seeing that the two seemed to be about to quarrel, Kyle quickly changed the subject.

"Have you found your pet?"

"Oh, you said Scabbers has been found." Ron took out the fat mouse from his pocket.

"Guess what, it didn't go outside at all, it was just under the cabinet in the common room, but maybe it hasn't eaten for a long time, so it's a little listless."

"It's okay, I have mouse tonic here."

Kyle took out a small bottle filled with red potion and handed it to Ron.

"Thanks, Kyle."

Ron happily took it.

Kyle gave him a bottle of this mouse tonic last year. It was very useful. Every time Banban drank it, he felt very energetic... but the amount was a bit small. The bottle last year had been used up long ago, and he had never been embarrassed to ask Kyle again. want.

"You're welcome. I also want to thank you for satisfying my curiosity."

Kyle waved his hand, "It's just a bottle of rat tonic. What a big deal. Just come to me when you use it up."

Then he looked at Harry again.

"Potter..."

"Just call me Harry."

"Okay, Harry." Kyle asked, "Have you heard any strange noises recently?"

"Strange sound? What do you mean..."

"It's that whisper that only you can hear, but no one else can," Kyle explains.

Harry scratched his hair and thought carefully for a while...

"No. New"

"I only heard the letters talking when I was answering them for Lockhart.

But Lockhart also heard it at the time, and said that it was a special way of replying to the letter, which saved time for reading, and that many of his admirers were using it. "

"It's obviously not a special whisper... right?"

Kyle nodded,

It seemed that Harry had not heard the basilisk's voice.

However, the petrification problem that even Dumbledore couldn't solve is likely to be related to the basilisk.

Coupled with the mysteriously lost diary...these problems piled up together, and Kyle only felt that one was bigger than the other.

He still hasn't figured out how the diary was lost.

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Kyle thought about Ron's rat Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew... but that was unlikely.

Peter is just a mouse disguised as a pet now. Even Ron doesn't know that he has the diary as a Horcrux in his hand, so he naturally won't know either.

To take a step back, even if Peter really knew...but Kyle always carried the deformed lizard skin bag containing the box with him, almost never leaving his sight, and even if he slept at night, Raton would be watching over him.

A rat sneaks in and steals something without any notice, and leaves no trace afterwards?

It's not that Kyle looked down on Peter. If he really had this ability, he wouldn't have pretended to be a pet mouse and hid in the Weasley family for more than ten years.

He also thought that one possibility was the Time Turner... but the Department of Mysteries had rejected the application twice in a row, and even Dumbledore couldn't borrow it, let alone himself.

And why did he go back in time to steal his own things...and who released the basilisk that petrified Filch, himself? Or Riddle?

Kyle was almost full of questions.

On the other side, in the eyes of Harry and others, Kyle suddenly became silent and sat there motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

If it weren't for the constant change in his expression and the fact that the hand holding the cutlery would occasionally cut the steak unconsciously, Harry would have thought that Kyle had also been petrified.

Ron originally wanted to reach out and push Kyle, but was stopped by Hermione.

"Ron, Kyle is thinking about something, don't disturb him." Hermione said.

"All right."

Ron didn't care, so he turned his hand to the dining table and took two more chicken legs.

About ten minutes later, Kyle came back to his senses, breathed a long sigh of relief, and reached out to rub his forehead.

He decided to give up.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Harry asked curiously.

"Imagine what kind of black magic can make Filch like that." Kyle said casually.

Harry became interested, "Have you thought about it?"

"I don't know much about black magic." Kyle shrugged. "The petrification spell is fine, but it obviously won't trouble Dumbledore."

"I see..." Harry looked a little disappointed.

"By the way, why did you run to the third floor?"

Kyle took a bite of the steak that was almost cut into dumplings and asked suddenly: "Are you going to go back to Gryffindor Tower directly? I thought you would go to the auditorium first, get some food and then go back."

"We chased Moaning Myrtle to get there." Harry sighed, "While we were in the underground classroom, we accidentally said something, and she heard her and wanted to catch up and explain."

"Then we met the petrified Filch, and that damn cat."

Ron touched a light wound on his face and said angrily: "The cat has been following us since we left the underground classroom. After we reached the third floor, it regarded us as the murderer who petrified Filch. My My face was scratched by it.

If I had to say, I should have used the wand then..."

"Ron, we can't do that." Harry said seriously: "It's troublesome enough to bump into the petrified Filch, but if we hurt Mrs. Norris again, it will be even more difficult for us to explain."

"I know..." Ron muttered softly: "But why do we have to encounter these things? That cat's scratching really hurts!"

"You're right." Harry touched his arm, and there were also a few faint blood stains there.

However, he and Hermione were luckier and only got scratched on their arms.

While in Lockhart's office, Madam Pomfrey applied some potion to them, which stopped the bleeding on the spot.

When I woke up this morning, the wounds were almost healed. It is estimated that they will be completely healed by tomorrow.

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