"Caught red-handed!" Ernie turned pale and pointed his finger at Harry dramatically, shouting loudly. Phoenix and Melinda arrived at the scene of the accident just in time.

Justin lay stiff on the floor, a look of horror fixed on his face, his eyes glazed on the ceiling. Next to him was Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, who was almost headless, no longer milky and transparent, but black, smoky, and motionless, suspended six inches above the ground. Half of his head was off, and he had the same horrified expression on his face as Justin.

"That's enough, Ernie!" Professor McGonagall said sternly. Peeves floated overhead, looking down at the scene.

At this point, Peeves grinned evilly, and Peeves had always feared that the world would not be in chaos. As the teachers bent down to check on Justin and Nick, who was almost headless, Peeves suddenly sang, "Oh, Potter, you nasty thing, look at the good things you did, you killed the students, and I thought it was funny-"

"Don't make a fuss, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall yelled, Peeves stuck his tongue at Harry and scurried back away.

Harry was taken by Professor McGonagall to see Professor Dumbledore, and Phoenix and Melinda returned to the common room.

Justin and Nick, who was almost headless, were both attacked, which turned the already tense atmosphere into a real panic. Strange to say, the most panicked thing was what happened to Nick, who almost lost his head.

What could do this to a ghost, people asked each other, what terrible power could hurt a dead man?

The students were almost scrambling to book seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home for Christmas.

The auditorium is magnificent. Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling.

At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with gusto, and the Slytherin House table was the most crowded and had the most fun. Phoenix casts a spell on the cake so that they grow hands and feet, scuffle together, and the lost cake will be eaten. Many people are still playing with colorful packets and firecrackers, as a traditional entertainment project, it is always hot.

Afterwards, Dumbledore led them in singing a few of his favorite Christmas carols. The Christmas mood seemed to dilute the effects of the attacks, and perhaps the Slytherin students didn't take it to heart at all.

Nott, who had just returned to the common room, greeted him, holding a letter in his hand, and said, "My father has sent a letter, and he knows what happened fifty years ago. ”

"Great. Phoenix took the letter, went to the chair by the fire, and read it carefully. Many people whispered to each other excitedly.

A few moments later, Draco returned with Crabbe and Goyle. Brace has left a place for them, and everyone is speculating about who will be the heir, most of which is probably Potter, as he is by far the most suspicious.

"There you go. As soon as Phoenix spoke, everyone fell silent.

"Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened, killing a student, and Hogwarts was almost closed. In the end, the school had to find a scapegoat to carry the guilt off. Phoenix's eyes looked at several seventh-year students, "There are only two possibilities for the people who opened the secret room this year, one is that the person who opened the secret room this year is the child of the heir of the year, and the other is that the person who opened the secret room back then returned to Hogwarts." Lockhart's age is not the same, but he may also be the son of the culprit back then, and if that's the case, his acting skills are really good. There is also a possibility that the heir is among the first-year students. Of course, it is also possible that he has already entered Hogwarts, but only now that he is doing so, he should be a seventh year student or at least fifth year or above, so that the school closure will have little impact on him. ”

The new students and 7th graders in the common room instantly took center stage.

"Personally, I'm more inclined to a 7th grader, who already has an OWL certificate in his hand anyway. If it was a first grade, he should be ready to transfer schools. ”

"Well, until there is new evidence, I can only reason about this. ”

"Don't you think he's in Slytherin?" asked Melinda, surprised.

"Probably. Let's go, let's go to the kitchen to get something to eat, save too late to play and go to bed hungry. "Fifty years ago, if it was true, it was Voldemort who opened it, and he was a descendant of the last Slytherin descendants, the Gaunts. Now it is not good to say that he is said to have been hiding in Albania.

Phoenix walked towards the kitchen with Nott, Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe. He had always had a habit of eating late-night snacks, and he knew that there must be kitchen-like rooms somewhere in Hogwarts. Since no magic can conjure food out of thin air, which is one of the five exceptions to the Gamp Transfiguration Rule, you can turn a slice of bread into a hundred or ten thousand slices, provided you have one in your hand first. And you can't turn things like tables and chairs into food.

At the end of last semester, an enthusiastic senior Ravenclaw student told him the location.

They cautiously reached the sixth floor, and came to a wide stone corridor, illuminated by torches all around, and decorated here and there delightful pictures, on which the main thing was to eat.

Phoenix walked under a large silver bowl painted with fruit.

"Wait, Goyle and Crabbe are gone. Draco whispered in a panic behind him.

"Aren't they guarding the back?" Phoenix asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought—well, maybe they didn't keep up with us and got lost?"

"It's a real talent. ”

He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear. The pear squirmed, eating and laughing, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob. Phoenix grabbed it, pulled the door open, and walked inside.

"Leave them alone?"

"It's a big deal for Professor Snape to bring them back, there's no doubt that getting lost happened to them. ”

"They don't necessarily realize it. Noether forced a smile.

Hermione lives in a hospital room. When other classmates returned to school after Christmas, there was a lot of talk about her disappearance, and everyone took it for granted that she had been attacked. So, the students lined up to walk through the hospital room to catch a glimpse of her. Madam Pomfrey had to take out her curtain again and hang it around Hermione's hospital bed, so that no one could see her hairy face, lest she feel ashamed.

"Anyway, you're amazing. It was actually made into a compound decoction. "Phoenix knew that Hermione had come to see her often after she was hospitalized, and he also knew that Crabbe and Goyle were fake that night. However, there was a slight problem in the middle, and Hermione was looking for cat's hair, not Millicent's.

"Alas, a little bit. If only the teacher heard—" Hermione said this, but the smile on her face did not diminish.

"With this, I'm sure you'll pass the test. ”

"Really? So what will the assessment be? What do you usually discuss?Extremely advanced defenses?Particularly powerful spell-breaking?Profound and complex Transfiguration?" Hermione asked a series of questions, and the huge book that Phoenix carried with him trembled.

"When you join, you'll know. Melinda walked over cheerfully.

"Melinda, how are you—" Phoenix quickly put down his hand playing with Hermione's furry ears.

"Draco and Potter are fighting in the hallway again, aren't you going over?"

"Oh, these two. I'll go first, Hermione. Seeing that Hermione had nothing strange on her face, Phoenix got up and went to look for them, the Giant Book following him closely.

As soon as Phoenix left, Hermione changed her haughty face and stared at Melinda, who was already sitting in the chair where Phoenix had just sit.

"I advise you to be a little self-aware," the last words said to Hermione, implicitly, "that we are engaged. But I don't think his parents told him yet, and we really didn't have a ceremony. But what you do, I don't care at all. When he matures, he will know what to choose. ”

"He's not that kind of person. Hermione didn't bother to look at her. Hearing the word engagement, her hand couldn't help but grasp the sheets.

"Of course, he doesn't care where anyone comes from, but I think his parents will think about that for him. After speaking, he left the school hospital with brisk steps.

Hermione kept her eyes on Melinda before leaving, and looked down at the recovery card that Phoenix had given her just now, "I hope you recover soon, Phoenix Peverell who cares about you." ”

Just a few short sentences.

Phoenix didn't know what had happened after leaving the schoolyard, but Harry had found him first and hinted that there was something he wanted him to help see.

"Ron has rubbed this man's medal by staying at the school, he won the award for his special contribution to the school fifty years ago, and I got the news that the secret room was opened fifty years ago. We thought there must be something special about his diary. Harry explained to Phoenix, and Ron chimed in.

Who told him that the Chamber of Secrets was opened that night?

"Makes sense, maybe it's hidden by magic. "Phoenix pretended to be holding a journal and thought to himself, Horcruxes, another. And the owner of the diary is Tom Riddle, and it is self-evident whose soul lives in it.

But what to do with it? The Resurrection Stone itself hasn't even figured out what to do with it, and now there's another one.

"Hurry up!"

There is no effect. Phoenix swung a series of intricate movements, and finally recited a spell that none of them understood, and the journal flashed with a white light, but nothing came out.

"Okay, I'll go back and flip through the book and see if there's any magic like that. The three agreed to notify each other as soon as there was news. Phoenix opened the giant book and walked as he walked, disappearing around the corner.

He decided to stand still and wait and see how things unfolded. For now, he would rather find out who did it, who brought the diary into Hogwarts, who planned and carried out the attacks.

"Phoenix can't solve it, and there's no point in showing Hermione. Ron nodded approvingly.