The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Draco looked at the still and stiff cat hanging there, and seemed to feel that his body had become cold and stiff. He realized who the murderer was, and turned his head to look at Crabbe in the Slytherin crowd.

Crabbe's face became paler and paler, bloodless. Feeling Draco's gaze, Crabbe grinned at him, showing his sharp teeth.

Draco thought about his father's instructions and the conversation with Loren. He brought into his own thoughts a year ago, thinking about what he would have said and done at that time.

"Those who are enemies of the heir, beware! You will be next, Mudbloods!" He squeezed in front of the crowd and shouted loudly, craning his neck. He looks like a playboy, pure blooded.

"What happened here? What happened?"

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?"

"You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you..."

Filch was attracted by the shouting and saw Mrs. Norris hanging on the wall. Her whole body was as unbelievable as if she had been struck by lightning, and then she screamed at Harry.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore arrived just in time to hear the last words and signaled Filch to calm down.

He calmly stepped forward and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder, and then greeted Filch, "Follow me, Argus. And you, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley."

The principal took the victim's family and the suspect to the staff lounge. He remained serious throughout the process and pretended to be completely unaware.

Loren: "..."

Principal, you really know how to act.

"The prefects of each college will take everyone back to the dormitory. In addition, the truth of the matter has not been found out yet, so please don't make unfounded guesses." After Professor McGonagall finished his explanation, he turned around and hurriedly followed the principal's footsteps.

The prefects organized a team and took the little wizards back to the lounge.

Although Professor McGonagall warned everyone not to make random guesses, there was no way they could not talk about something like this that happened in the castle. The little wizards formed groups of twos and threes, gathering together with familiar friends to discuss in low voices.

In the Slytherin team, Draco laughed loudly at Harry, causing a burst of echoing laughter.

"What does it mean that the secret room has been opened?" Hannah Abbott asked Ernie beside her in a low voice.

Ernie Macmillan is a young wizard who was sorted into Hufflepuff with Hannah.

"I don't know." He looked around to prevent others from hearing him, and beckoned Justin Finch-Fletchley to come closer: "I think you need to be careful. Malfoy just said mudblood."

Suddenly there was a thunder outside the castle, which made Justin's face turn pale with fright. He quickly quickened his pace and hurried back to the Hufflepuff lounge.

At the end of Ginny and the army, Hermione was next to Loren. She was a little worried: "Harry and Ron left the death anniversary party too early. They must have discovered something. When they return to the lounge, we will ask them carefully .”

"Don't worry, as long as the principal is here, everything will be fine." Loren complained in his heart. It was obviously because of the principal that everything happened.

Luna came to Hermione and Loren holding hands.

Ginny pressed her lips together, clearly worried about Harry... and Ron.

Luna, wearing a lion's hood roughly carved from a hollowed-out pumpkin that looked like something from Hagrid, asked in a disembodied voice: "It's going to be okay, right?"

Loren noticed that Luna was asking about "it" and couldn't help but look at Luna's silver eyes.

She had already seen that Mrs. Norris was not dead, so she asked such a question. At that time, Mrs. Norris' limbs were hanging on the torch holder, as stiff as a corpse. Even the cat's owner, Filch, thought it was dead.

Luna can tell the difference between life and death. Do her eyes also have strange vision and can see things that others cannot see?

Luna's eyebrows are very light, her skin is cold and white, and her eyeballs are a little bulging, making her eyes look big. At this time, the girl was blinking her bright silver eyes, looking forward to Loren's answer.

Loren nodded: "As long as Principal Dumbledore is here, it will be fine."

Hermione tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that the tone of this sentence was strange.

…

Gryffindor common room.

A group of little wizards sat neatly on the sofa, waiting expectantly for Harry and Ron to come back. They couldn't wait to know the truth of the matter.

Seamus, Dean and Neville sat in the corner, looking at each other's stomachs and worrying. They played so much that they lost track of time, and until Percy went to the basement to bring the three of them back, they still hadn't eaten anything. Now that they were so excited, their stomachs began to growl.

Lee Jordan wiggled his eyebrows and teased the twin brothers in a cowardly manner: "Aren't you worried that your brother Ron is the murderer?"

This sentence seemed to make the twins laugh. They fell on the sofa and sat up for a while to wipe away the tears from laughter.

George pressed his stomach, which hurt a little from laughing: "Ron, is he the murderer?"

"Ms. Norris fights him in a duel, even if he gives him only one claw, Ron may not be able to win." Fred's tone was exaggerated.

"What about Harry?"

Angelina sat on the other side with the same smile: "Oh, it's possible that Harry hit Mrs. Norris, but I don't think he could do it."

After the three of them finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

It's not that they think the second-year wizard can't really beat a cat, it's just that they want to believe Harry and Ron, and in their eyes, they are still children.

Everyone's curiosity was not satisfied, and Professor McGonagall returned to the lounge with Harry and Ron.

"What are you doing sitting here? What time is it? There are no classes tomorrow?" Professor McGonagall scolded sternly.

But it was useless. The Transfiguration Club courses brought Professor McGonagall closer to the students. George raised his hand and shouted: "Professor, tomorrow is the weekend, so we really don't have to go to class."

"Hahahaha!" the little wizards laughed.

Professor McGonagall didn't smile or speak. She stood there and stared at George with a cold expression.

Everyone in the lounge seemed to have their necks strangled and could no longer laugh.

"What are you still doing? Go back to bed. We'll talk about anything tomorrow!" Percy stood up bravely and beckoned everyone upstairs.

With Percy resisting the pressure to break the deadlock, the little wizards fled upstairs, not wanting to face Professor McGonagall's direct gaze.

Percy, who was walking at the end, glanced at Harry and Ron at the door, then at Loren and Hermione huddled on the sofa by the wall, and went upstairs without saying a word.

"Go to bed early and don't wander around at night." After Professor McGonagall warned her, she turned and left the common room.

Ron let out a long breath, relaxed his tense nerves, and jumped to the sofa: "You must not have imagined what we will encounter tonight..."

In his emotional narration, Loren and Hermione immersed themselves in their experiences. Harry heard a strange sound in the basement and followed the sound all the way to the third floor. Behind the last corner, he found Mrs. Norris hanging on a torch holder.

Hermione listened with a solemn expression, and Loren took the opportunity to look at Harry and saw that although his expression was a little dazed, he was still calm.

Ron continued: "Dumbledore said that Mrs. Norris was not dead, but was petrified. This is a very profound black magic. Only when Professor Sprout's mandrake matures can the medicine be prepared to remove the petrification." .”

Hermione asked, "Harry, did you tell the professors about the strange noise you heard?"

"I didn't ask him to," Ron replied. "It's not a good sign to hear voices that no one else can hear, even in the wizarding world."

Hearing a voice that others couldn't hear, Hermione's heart moved, and she seemed to catch some thoughts.

Harry was thinking about the last words Dumbledore said to him tonight: "Harry, believe in your friends and believe in yourself."

What does it mean?

When he appeared at the scene of the crime, shouldn't he make his friends believe him? What does it mean to believe in yourself? Would he still doubt himself?

Harry's mind was filled with questions.

His eyes looked from Ron to Hermione, then to Loren, hesitating for a while and then asked: "You believe me, don't you?"

Loren looked at Harry's doubtful expression and couldn't help laughing: "Not only do we believe in you, but everyone in Gryffindor believes in you. George was just saying that he didn't think you two could beat Mrs. Norris. "

Hermione interrupted the boys' nonsense and clarified the context of the incident: "We need to know what the words on the wall mean, Chamber of Secrets, Heir... What exactly do they mean?"

A bell rang outside, and Harry and Ron's bellies began to ring as well.

They were cold, hungry, and frightened tonight. They were so nervous just now that they didn't feel it. Now that they were relaxed, they were hungry and sleepy.

Gugu~

Gugu~

Hermione pursed her lips: "I have some ideas and need to sort them out. We will discuss the rest tomorrow. Loren took some food from the table. You can go back and eat first."

Got something to eat?

Harry and Ron cheered in surprise: "Long live Granger!"

"Huh? I brought the food, why Long Live Granger?"

"Ha ha!"

…

For the next week, the students talked about the attack on Mrs. Norris. Filch often wandered around the third-floor corridor, seemingly crouching for attackers.

When Hermione took Loren to the crime scene to investigate, she saw him scrubbing the writing on the wall with "Mrs. Skoll's Universal Magic Stain Remover". He stepped on the stool and tried his best to look like he wanted to It was like breaking his arm, but in the end it was all in vain, the words still flickered on the stone wall.

Hermione couldn't bear to see him like this, so she used [Spell Stop] several times on the wall before the words dimmed and became erasable.

Filch didn't say anything, wiped the wall and left. In the days that followed, he hid in the corridors, trying every possible means to find excuses to confine the students. The reasons were all bizarre, including breathing too loudly and smiling playfully.

Fred said his eyes were red.

Hermione also took Loren to Myrtle's girls' bathroom to investigate, so Myrtle happily told her death again, focusing on how she became a ghost and haunted those who laughed at her. people.

Inside the library.

Ron was worrying about his paper: "I can't believe it, there's still eight inches left..."

There were two papers in front of him for reference, one was Hermione's four feet and seven inches long, and the other was Loren's standard three feet, no more and no less.

He said angrily to Harry next to him: "Why can Hermione write so long and the words are so small?"

Although some young wizards looked at Harry strangely, at least Gryffindor did not, and he was having a good time these days.

While measuring his homework with a tape measure, Harry replied: "Loren is even more outrageous. Professor Binns finished his paper before he finished his class."

"As long as you grasp the main content of this chapter, just like the title of my thesis, replacing "Medieval European wizarding gatherings" with "Changes in the Customs of the Magical World in the Medieval Times" or "The Impact of Muggle Activities on the Magical World in the Medieval Times" has no effect. Influence. "

Loren came over holding a tome and glanced at Harry's homework, "Yeah, I wrote an extra inch, it's a big loss."

"What kind of loss is this?" Harry said amusedly, and then saw the book in his hand, "'Hogwarts: A School History'? Why are you looking at this?"

"It's not me who wants to read it, it's Hermione who wants to read it. She said it contains records about the Legend of the Chamber of Secrets, and asked me to help her find the book." Loren slapped the book on the table, "I have something to leave for a while, please hand over the book to me. give her."

Harry and Ron had already opened the big book, not noticing that Loren had left.

Loren walked out of the library and turned right up the stairs to the corridor on the third floor where the Halloween attack occurred. Instead of meeting Filch, Dumbledore was waiting here.

There are still some obscure scratches left on the wall, with detergent residue inside. Dumbledore pulled a corner of his sleeve, wiped off the detergent bit by bit, and tapped the wall with his wand, so that all traces disappeared and no traces remained.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you need to go to such trouble to find me? You also use the Patronus to deliver messages, making it look like an underground organization joint." Loren complained. He was just looking for books in the library when a sudden fly in from the window A silver phoenix, he almost hit it with a piercing spell.

Dumbledore laughed "haha" twice: "Loren, I am too old to see clearly. Can you help me see if there are any traces on the wall?"

Loren looked at it carefully: "No more, it's very clean."

"The traces on the walls are easy to erase, but the traces on people's hearts will always remain."

"What's the meaning?"

Dumbledore turned around and touched his head: "It's okay. I'm looking for you because of what I said at the beginning of this year. I need your help and want to ask you to go to a place with me."

The old wizard's eyes flashed. These days, he noticed that Crabbe's face was getting paler and the magic power in his body had also undergone tremendous changes. If what he expected was correct, Voldemort was trying to make Crabbe into a Horcrux.

He wanted to visit Gaunt's old house and discover more information about Voldemort and Horcruxes. And, lately, school nights seem a little restless.

Loren remembered that on the night of the opening party, he asked Dumbledore about the Horcrux in the diary. Before leaving, Dumbledore suddenly mentioned this, and he agreed smoothly.

He asked: "Where are you going? Do you need to make any preparations?"

"We may encounter something similar to the diary. Do you think we should make some preparations?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.