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October is here, and the wet chill permeates the grounds and seeps into the castle. The rain of bullets crackled on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days. The lake is rising, and the flower beds are full of mud. In the common room of Ravenclaw, Silver occupies a sand alone, listening to the regular crackling of wood in the hearth.

"Ah, it's boring." Silver yawned.

"Jack, if you're so boring, can you help me look at my Metamorphosis assignments, Professor McGonagall's homework has been getting harder and harder lately." Michael Turner said, biting a quill.

"Michael, you can't always rely on other people's help to complete your homework, use your ingenuity, you're a Ravenclaw student."

"Are you embarrassed to say that, when did you not copy Hermione's homework? Let's just talk about the last magic history homework and the fairy war paper, you directly asked Hermione to write it for you! The more Michael Turner spoke, the more angry he became, and the quill in his hand shook accidentally, and a large lump of ink appeared on the parchment. Oh, hell, Professor McGonagall hates untidy assignments and has to be rewritten. ”

"Michael, you need to be calm. This is my creation, which others cannot envy. Jealousy is the original sin, Michael. Silver looked serious.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively. ”

It was Cho Chang, a lively and lovely Chinese girl who was a third-year Ravenclaw student. He is also the only Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

"We're talking about some inconsequential gossip. Autumn, how has Quidditch training been lately? Silver sat up and gave Cho Chang a bit of sand. Cho Chang did not shy away from sitting down. "Don't mention, the weather was terrible, we tried to go out training this Thursday but it was too stormy. Only the Gryffindor Quidditch team is still training and I came back and saw them training on the pitch, which was so hard. ”

Silver laughed, "That's because you guys beat the Gryffindor team so badly last year. If nothing else, Gryffindor had a strong chance of winning the championship last year. As a result, for well-known reasons, the Gryffindor team was absent and the Gryffindor team suffered a heavy defeat. They must be holding back the fire in their hearts. ”

Cho Zhang also laughed: "No wonder they worked so hard, but it was a pity that they couldn't play against the Gryffindor team Seeker last year." ”

"Someday, we'll run into it." Silver said, "Is there anything that came to me today?" Autumn? ”

"I'm looking for you to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch team." "According to Mrs. Hodge, you are one of the best flying students. Even Harry Potter may not be much better than you. ”

Silver shook his hand: "If it had been a year ago, maybe I would have agreed." But now I know that Quidditch training is very hard - and it takes up too much of my free time. Actually, Autumn, I advise you to stop being a Seeker. It's a real adventure for you to be a girl and be a Seeker who is taken care of - the batsman and the Seeker on the other side will give you a little action every now and then, and it is easy to get hurt. ”

Cho Chang couldn't help but laugh: "Roger Davis asked me to persuade you to join the Quidditch team, if you don't want to join, forget it, and let me stop being a Seeker." Roger Davis would have gone mad when he heard this. ”

Cho Zhang got up and prepared to leave: "If you change your mind, you can come to me at any time." Qiu Zhang winked playfully at Silver: "Thank you for your construction, I'll think about it." ”

"Hey, Jack, you're amazing." Terry Bout came from behind and patted Silver on the shoulder. "I thought you would be great at taking care of Sister Pettier and Hermione Granger, but I didn't expect you to reach your limit - it's amazing that you're going to get our Quidditch flowers. You just refused to join the Quidditch team, did you teach us the retreat-to-advance tactics last time? It's amazing. Terry Bout had a "I know everything" look on his face.

"Don't gossip, I didn't mean that." Silver now Michael also showed signs of mixing up and had to interrupt them. Rather than talking about the haves and don'ts, let's talk about this year's Halloween celebration — Hagrid planted a bunch of giant pumpkins to carve into lanterns for Halloween. Dumbledore also booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone. This year's Halloween is even more lively than last year's. ”

"Really? So this year's Halloween can be lively. Terry, you say we might as well get some ......"

As the two of them indulged in discussing Halloween celebrations, Silver finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Troublesome imp." Silver forgot that he was a little ghost himself.

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Halloween has arrived, and the auditorium has been decorated with live bats as usual. Hagrid's huge pumpkin was carved into a lantern large enough for three people to sit in. Everyone seemed to have heard about Dumbledore having hired a skeleton dance troupe to fight. Everyone was talking, and the bright candlelight in the large hall reflected the excited smiling faces of the students.

"This Halloween pumpkin pie does taste good." Silver said to Padma.

By an hour, well-fed and well-fed Silver had been able to do nothing. But the festivities had just begun – and people watched with interest the burlesque performances of the Skull Dance Troupe. Silver noticed Hermione gesturing at him, motioning for him to come over.

Silver and Hermione left the Great Hall together.

"Hermione, what's the matter? The festivities have just begun. ”

"Jack, I noticed that Harry and Ron mysteriously left before the Halloween dinner. I don't think they've been back for so long, and I'm worried that they're going to do something out of the ordinary. Gryffindor couldn't afford to let them deduct points so much. ”

"So you want me to go with you to them? No problem, just walk to eliminate food. Silver noticed that Hermione was a little insincere when she spoke, dodging. Silver realizes that it was most likely the girl looking for a chance to be alone with him. Clever as Silver naturally wouldn't debunk such a little trick.

On the third floor of the castle, Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed to the bottom of the hallway.

"Look!"

Silver saw something shining on the wall in front of them. And there were two people standing on the other side of the wall.

"It's Harry and Ron!" Hermione said.

They slowly approached, squinting to make out in the darkness. Between the two windows, on the wall, a foot above the ground, was smeared with handwriting, shining in the light of burning torches.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heirs, be wary.

"Harry, why are you and Ron here, what the hell is going on here?" Hermione said.

Harry was visibly stunned, and Ron said, "We didn't know, we went to the ghost's death party, and then we couldn't stand it. Harry said he heard something, and we chased it all the way here. That's what it looks like. ”

Ron gestured to a dark shadow hanging there with his hand.

It was Lady Loris, the janitor's cat, with its tail hanging from the torch holder, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open, staring straight at it. The three of them stood motionless for a few seconds, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here." "Should we try to salvage—" Harry said not very fluently. Listen to me," Ron said, "I don't want to be seen here. ”

However, it was too late. There was a low noise, like thunder in the distance, telling them that the feast had just ended. From both ends of the corridor they were in, the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs and the cheerful laughter of people after a full meal could be heard. Then, the students pushed and shoved into the aisle from both ends.

When the person in front saw the upside-down cat, the boisterous and chirping suddenly disappeared. The students fell silent and rushed forward to see the horrific scene.

"Those who are enemies of the heirs, be on the lookout! You're next, Mudblood!"

It's Draco. Malfoy. He had already crowded to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes were alive, and his normally bloodless face was flushed. He looked at the still, stiff cat hanging there, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

Silver narrowed his eyes, "Malfoy, I remember I warned you last time—"

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Filch was undoubtedly drawn to Malfoy's shouts, and he squeezed his shoulders through the crowd. Then he saw Lady Loris, who stumbled back a few steps and grabbed his face with his hand in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Lady Loris?" He screamed.

At that moment, his bulging eyes saw Harry.

"You!" He screamed, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—" "Filch!"

Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers. In the blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Silver and untied Lady Loris from the torch stand.

"Come with me, Filch." He said to Filch, "And you, Mr. Silver, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. ”

Lockhart hurried forward—

"My office is closest to here, and the headmaster - it's upstairs - you can—''" Thank you, Gildero. Dumbledore said.

The silent crowd parted to the sides and let them pass guò. Lockhart was very excited, and he hurried after Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall and Snape followed.

Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the polished table and began to examine it carefully. The tip of Dumbledore's long, hooked nose almost touched the fur on Lady Loris. He scrutinized it through the lenses of his half-moon glasses, his slender fingers poking and poking here and there. Professor McGonagall squinted over the cat, her face almost touching the cat. Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looking eerie. The expression on his face was strange: as if he was desperately trying to restrain himself from laughing. Lockhart wandered around them, incessantly giving advice.

"It must have been a spell that killed it - probably a Transfiguration Torture Spell. I've seen people use this spell many times, and it's a shame I wasn't there, I happened to know the spell and could have saved it."

Lockhart's words were interrupted by Filch's tearless crying. Filch slumped in a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

At this point, Dumbledore whispered something strange and tapped Lady Loris with his wand, but there was no response: Lady Loris lay there stiff, like a freshly made specimen.

"I remember having a very similar life in Ouagadougou," Mr. Lockhart said, "and a series of attacks that I have detailed in my autobiography." At that time, I provided all kinds of amulets to the common people, and the problem was solved at once......"

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall all nodded in agreement. One of them forgot to take down his net.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, Filch." He whispered.

Lockhart was counting how many murders he had prevented, when he suddenly stopped. "Not dead?" Filch choked up, looking at Lady Loris through his fingers, "Then why is it all over—all body stiff, as if it was frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said ("Ah! I think so too!'" said Lockhart), "but I don't know exactly what's going on" "Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry. "There's no way a sophomore can do that," Dumbledore said firmly, "it requires the deepest dark arts—"

"He did it, he did it!" Filch said with a spit of his face, his fat and sagging face turning purple. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He's here—in my office—he knows I'm a—I'm a—" Filch's face twitched horribly. "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"I didn't touch Lady Loris!" Harry exclaimed, uneasy at realizing that everyone was watching him, including all the Lockharts on the wall. "I don't even know what a squib means."

"Nonsense!" Filch growled, "He saw my letter of quick incantation!" Allow me to say a word, Headmaster. Perhaps, Potter and his friends just shouldn't have been in that place at that time," Snape said, his lips twisting into a sneer, as if he had deep doubts about it, "but we did run into a series of suspicions. Why on earth did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween feast?"

"Professor, Hermione and I were at the Halloween dinner. Then Hermione said she was a little bored and wanted to go out for a walk, so I went out with Hermione, and when I got here, I saw Harry and Ron standing in front of this wall - that's what Hermione and I saw. Silver said unhurriedly.

"That means Mr. Silver and Miss Granger are not suspected of committing the crime. And what about Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley? Snape smiled wickedly.

Harry and Ron scrambled to explain that they had gone to the death party. “…… Hundreds of ghosts have arrived, and they can prove that we are there—"

"But after that, why don't you come to the banquet?" Snape said, dark eyes glinting in the candlelight. "Why did you go to the hallway up there?"

Because we were tired and wanted to go to bed early. Harry said.

"Skipping dinner?" Snape said, a smug smile flashing across his thin face, "I don't think the food the ghosts served at the party was probably suitable for the living." ”

"We're not hungry." Ron said loudly, his stomach rumbling as he rattled.

Snape's ugly smile became even more pronounced.

"My opinion is, Headmaster, Potter isn't exactly telling the truth." "We should probably revoke some of his privileges until he tells us as it is," he said. Personally, I think it's best to let him go out of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and wait until he's honest. ”

"Honestly, Severus," Professor McGonagall snapped, "I see no reason why this kid should not be allowed to play. The cat wasn't hit in the head with a broomstick. And there is no evidence that Potter did anything wrong. ”

"Professors, you don't have to argue at all." Silver spoke. "In my opinion, this matter really has nothing to do with Harry Potter."

Snape smiled distorted, "Does Mr. Silver have any high opinions?" ”

"I can't talk about it, I just want to express my personal opinion." Silver walked over to the cat. "Obviously, this cat has been hit by a very powerful petrification charm. Professor Dumbledore had just used several special spell solving spells, but to no avail. We all know that wizards have several spells that can achieve the effect of petrification, but none of them can have such a strong effect. ”

"Maybe the caster is too powerful—" Lockhart interjected.

"It has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Harry Potter is only a second-year student, not to mention being able to cast such a powerful petrification charm, whether he can master the petrification charm is a question. ”

"Go on, Mr. Silver." Dumbledore nodded.

"I suspect that this cat was not attacked by someone, but by some powerful magical creature. Only the petrification talent of powerful magical creatures has such an effect. ”

"And Mr. Silver, what kind of magical creature do you guess?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I can't tell, I can't tell if I can petrify this cat into such a magical creature, which is a legendary monster like Medusa and the Basilisk, but it doesn't make sense. How could there be such dangerous monsters at Hogwarts? Silver said.

Dumbledore applauded, "Well analyzed, Mr. Silver. Ravenclaw College should add twenty points to this. Mr. Potter is free from suspicion because of your brilliant analysis. ”

"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyeballs bulging outward. "I'd like to see someone get some punishment!" We can cure it, Filch. Dumbledore said patiently, "Lady Sprout recently got some mandrakes. Once they have grown and matured, I have a medicine that can bring Lady Loris back to life. "I'll make it," Lockhart interjected, "I've made it a hundred times, and I can dream of a mandrake resurrection potion at the same time—" "I beg your pardon," Snape said coldly, "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school." There was an awkward silence.

"Headmaster, do you think the monster attacked the cat?" Lockhart asked.

"That should be the case, but as Mr. Silver said, how could such a legendary monster appear at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, "Could it be—a monster in the secret room?" ”