It was the owls that quieted the little wizards, and almost instantly, hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall, hovering over the Great Hall, chirping wildly.

Like the owl rain every morning, the scene is even more spectacular.

You know, it's dinner time, how can there be so many people writing letters at this time, not to mention that tomorrow is the Christmas holiday, and almost all the little wizards are going home, no matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of writing to them or delivering packages at this time.

It was so unusual, Harry looked distraught at the owl above.

The attack on Evan and Hermione by werewolves, the disappearance of the professors, and the sudden appearance of hundreds of owls gave him a sense of foreboding, as if something big was about to happen.

Harry wanted to see what the owls had brought, but there was no letter from him.

Fred and George were standing on the table, waving their wands, trying to catch an owl from mid-air, but Percy hurried over to stop them.

The owls huddled together, all flying over the Slytherin table, envelopes in their mouths, scrambling to be the first to get the letter to the recipient.

The other three houses looked at the Slytherin students quietly, all of them looking sideways, hoping to see some clues from the expressions on their faces.

Harry saw that Malfoy had also received an envelope, as if he had received a great honor.

He shook the envelope in his hand triumphantly at him, a sarcastic sneer on his face. Harry clenched his fists as he saw Malfoy reading the letter in his hand, his expression shocked at first, then a malicious smile on his pale face.

Instead of looking at himself again, he turned his head to look at the other Slytherin students who had received the letter.

Several of the older students nodded, all of whom were children of the most powerful pure-blood families, including Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, who was also the Slytherin prefect.

He stood up from his seat, as if as a signal, and all the Slytherin students followed suit.

No one spoke, and it was terrible that everyone was quiet.

Under the stunned gazes of the other three academy students, they left the auditorium in an orderly manner, each with a nervous and excited expression.

Everyone wanted to ask what was going on, but no one told them.

Percy turned pale, as if he wanted to go up and stop the Slytherin students, but he moved slightly, but finally did nothing.

It was so abnormal, watching the Slytherin students leave one after another, there was a burst of suppressed chatter in the auditorium, chattering, the atmosphere became more and more tense, a depressing feeling of an impending storm.

Now, even the most sluggish students can sense that something big is about to happen in the school.

"Malfoy, what the hell are you trying to do, what plot are you planning?" Harry suddenly stood up and shouted to Malfoy as he was about to leave the Great Hall.

He couldn't tell why, but his anger rushed up.

The truth about the death of their parents, the fact that they were betrayed by their best friends, the fear of Evan and Hermione being attacked by werewolves, and the depression and uneasiness caused by the abnormal behavior of the Slytherin students all turned into anger in this instant.

Harry looked at Malfoy angrily, wanting to pounce on him and fight him.

At the sound of Harry's voice, the advancing Slytherin students stopped, and everyone held their breath, their eyes wandering back and forth between Harry and Malfoy.

"Don't you know, Potter?!" Malfoy said quietly, with a malicious smile on his lips, "Poor thing, it seems that you are not qualified to know the news." ”

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real thing!" Harry roared, drawing his wand and facing Malfoy.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students pulled out their wands, while the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, who were familiar with the scene, leaned back as much as they could, trying to make way for them.

"Stop, stop!" Percy hurriedly walked to the center of the auditorium, the badge of the boys' student council president on his chest, glittering in the candlelight, and he said sternly to the Slytherin students, "Put away your wand, what do you want?!"

"Says like someone cares, Weasley. Malfoy sneered at Percy, who was standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Slytherin deducted five points, I don't like your attitude, you need to be a little respectful of the student council president. Percy looked indignant, his ears red at the tips, "Now, hurry back to your respective tables, or it won't be a five-point matter." ”

"We're all finished eating, and you still want to leave us all here, Boys Student Council President?!" Malfoy sneered, his gaze looked past Percy to Harry behind him, and said defiantly, "Want to know what we're going to do, Potter?

With that, he followed the other Slytherin students out of the auditorium.

Harry hurried to split the crowd and catch up with Malfoy, and the other young wizards looked at each other and followed them out of the auditorium.

Everyone is curious, what the hell do Slytherin students want to do?!

They walked out of the Great Hall, through the empty, echoing foyer lit with torches, and up the stairs into a long, narrow, dark corridor where no one spoke, except for the sound of hundreds of feet falling to the ground at the same time.

The Slytherin students led everyone to the third floor, and Harry didn't understand why they were here.

He glanced at the girls' bathroom at the end of the hallway, where the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was located.

Could they have known the secret, but it was pointless, the basilisk had been killed by himself last term, even though it had been a weapon left by Salazar Slytherin to his successor, but Harry really couldn't see any use for a dead basilisk.

Just as he was wondering, he saw that the Slytherin students were not going in the direction of the girls' bathroom, they went straight to the door of Professor Lupin's office, and then stopped, each looking attentive and nervous.

They drew their wands again, and looked cautiously at the door, as if there was some monster inside.

Seeing their performance, Harry's expression was even more confused.

What the hell are these abominable Slytherins up to, and judging by the way they look, could it be that Professor Lupin's office is hiding a troll?!

He remembered Professor Lupin telling him in the morning that he had something to do to leave Hogwarts tonight, that he wasn't here at all, and that all the students in the school were staring at a room where no one was there!