"I'm going to be misunderstood," Dudley muttered, he should have left here sooner, but he didn't react to anything else at the time.

A group of young wizards stood around them, and the lively and chattering little wizards suddenly fell silent.

Dudley, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the hallway, under the strange eyes of the young wizards.

Hermione, a little uneasy, stood behind Dudley and clutched his arm.

In this eerie silence, someone spoke loudly.

"The secret room has been opened, and you are the ones who die in the back!"

It was Draco Malfoy.

He jumped out of nowhere, his eyes glancing coldly at Dudley and the four of them, his usually bloodless face now flushed and smirked.

"What's going on here?" Filch was drawn to Malfoy's shout.

He glanced at Lady Loris, stumbled back a few steps, and grabbed his face with his hand in horror.

"What's wrong with my cat, my lady Loris?" he screamed, his eyes bulging at Dudley, "you! it's you! you definitely killed my cat! I'm going to kill you to avenge my cat......"

"Argus!" Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers.

He glanced at Dudley and the others, then untied Lady Loris from the torch holder.

"Argus, follow me. He looked at Dudley and said, "And you come with me." ”

Dudley nodded silently, he felt like his head was going to explode now, and he couldn't figure out why the basilisk was released with all the notebooks he had here.

Lockhart said eagerly to Dumbledore, "Headmaster, my office is upstairs, I think you can go to my office." ”

"Thank you, Gildero. Dumbledore said.

The silent crowd parted to both sides and let them pass.

Lockhart looked very excited and ready to show off again, and he hurried behind Dumbledore with a lively appearance.

This looked at Dudley and shook his head, laughing a little in his heart for his stupidity, how could he suspect that it was Lockhart Gideroy who opened the secret room.

As they walked into Lockhart's dimly lit office, there was a sudden commotion on the wall. Lockhart, pictured in the photo, is hiding in a panic, with curling irons in their hair.

At this time, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table.

Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the polished table and began to examine it carefully, his long, crooked nose almost touching the hair on Lady Loris's body, and he looked at it carefully through the half-moon lenses of his glasses, his slender fingers poking and poking here and there.

Dudley sat down in a random spot, gnawing on the nails on his thumb and deep in thought.

Too little information is known so far, but he reckons that the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets must have only arrived at Hogwarts this year, otherwise the basilisk would have been released last semester.

In other words, there is a parseltongue hidden among the first-year students......

Professor McGonagall was also checking on Lady Loris, her eyes squinting as she bent over, her face almost touching it.

Lockhart wandered around them, contemplating and devising, "A spell must have killed it! I've seen people use this spell many times, and I'm sorry I wasn't there, I happened to know the spell and could have saved it......"

Lockhart's words were interrupted by Filch's sad sobs.

Filch slumped in a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

"Idiot, can't you see it's not dead?" Dudley was in a state of annoyance, and his train of thought was interrupted by Lockhart.

Lockhart likes to pretend when he's fine, no one pays attention to him, and he can still be very energetic. His voice is like a fly, buzzing... No, it's not one, it's a bunch of flies buzzing around you......

I really want to take out my wand and give him a big melon to gnaw, so that the whole world will be clean.

"No, no, no, Dursley," Lockhart's tone was a little stiff, "I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou, I wrote it in my autobiography, I think you must not have read it, I think you can read it carefully, and you will find that I have provided them with all kinds of amulets, and the problem will be solved at once!"

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall all nodded in agreement.

Dudley sneered, "Is that why we're going to pay for your amulet?"

"As a professor at Hogwarts, I feel compelled to ......," Lockhart interrupted by Dumbledore before he could finish speaking.

Dumbledore straightened up and whispered, "Filch, your cat isn't dead. He glanced at Dudley vaguely.

"Not dead?" Filch said, choking up, looking at Lady Loris through his fingers, "and why is it all over... The whole body stiffened, as if it was frozen?"

"It's petrified. ”

Lockhart changed his position in an instant, and he said, "That's right, it's petrified, and I think so too!"

None of the people present wanted to pay attention to him.

Dudley too, talking to Lockhart was a complete waste of saliva.

Dumbledore said to himself, "But what the hell is going on, I don't know ......"

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry.

Dudley gently touched Harry's shoulder and whispered, "How did you provoke him, staring at you like a mad dog?" ”

"It's impossible for a second-year student to do that," Dumbledore said firmly, "and it requires the deepest ...... of the Dark Arts"

"It's him!It's him!'s it!'" Filch spat in all directions with emotion, "He can't do it, Dursley can!"

Dudley: "......"

This black cauldron came a little unexpectedly, he usually has almost no intersection with Filch, why is he still being targeted?

Dudley coughed lightly, "Tell me the evidence! I have nothing to do with your cat?"

Filch clenched his fists, shaking all over, his fat and sagging face turning purple, "Look at the writing on the wall! In my office... He... He knows I'm a squib!"

His face twitched horribly, "Harry knows, and you know too!"

Da's face was dark, he seemed to see a thousand alpacas flying by, what kind of robber theory is this?

Before Dudley could say anything, Harry exclaimed excitedly, "I didn't touch Lady Loris!" and he looked a little nervous when he noticed that everyone was looking at him, "I don't even know what a squib means." ”

"Nonsense!" Filch snarled, "you saw my quick incantation letter!"