Listening to Peeves's words, Myrtle's face collapsed and she looked at Hermione suspiciously, "What did you say about me?"

Hermione glanced at Peeves with her eyes, if she could kill Peeves with her eyes, she would definitely do it.

"I was just saying that you look so beautiful tonight," she said, rubbing her hands as she looked at Myrtle.

"You're definitely making fun of me. As she spoke, tears began to fall quickly from her small transparent eyes.

"No... Really didn't make fun of you... I said you were beautiful," Hermione said, poking her finger at Dudley's waist.

Dudley nodded sincerely, "That's right, you're a cute and charming character. ”

"Don't lie to me!" Myrtle roared, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back?

Peeves giggled beside Myrtle, "You said you missed a pimple-covered myrtle!"

"Hey," Dudley said angrily, "the last three descriptions are your own, isn't it true that what others say is what they say?" ”

He smashed it, "If you are still alive, I can recommend you to go to Asia, where is there a famous evil art called plastic surgery!"

Myrtle flies out of the basement classroom in grief-stricken grief, and Peeves leaves with her.

"Oh my God, how did this happen," Hermione said in frustration, "Dudley, what did you say at the end!"

Dudley was stunned for a moment and said, "This... I was trying to persuade her, but the music here made me uncomfortable, and my brain didn't react at once. ”

Nick, who was almost headless, floated over, looked at the crowd and asked, "Are you having fun?"

They looked at each other and said, "Oh!

"It's really my pleasure," said Nick, who was almost headless, "I'm going to speak on stage later......"

"Nick, I think we should go," Dudley looked disappointed, "and if we go back too late, we're afraid we'll get caught by Filch." ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded their heads frantically, they didn't want to stay here for a moment now.

"Well, thank you very much for being here. ”

"Goodbye, Nick!"

Dudley and the others nodded and smiled at each of the ghosts watching them as they retreated towards the door.

"If we hurry, we might still have something to eat back in the Great Hall," Ron said hopefully, leading the way up the steps to the foyer.

Dudley shrugged, it didn't matter if he had time or not, if he didn't have anything to eat when he got back to the Great Hall, he could ask Uwu to make some food.

He sighed, today's loss to Harry was a complete failure.

As the crowd walked, Harry suddenly stopped and listened.

“...... Tear you... Tear you apart... Kill you......"

Harry heard a cold, murderous voice.

The sound seemed close and yet far away.

He walked over to the wall, touched the wall, put his ear on it, and then looked around again, squinting his eyes up and down the dimly lit hallway.

"Harry, you ......"

"Shhhh Don't talk yet......"

Dudley didn't say anything more, but stared at Harry, surprised.

'It can't be a basilisk, right?'

He shook his head to dispel the thought, for Voldemort's diary had already been received by him in a locket-like box that he had taken with him.

'Did someone steal the diary?'

Dudley panicked, and hurriedly removed the box around his neck to make it larger, and the diary was lying quietly inside.

'It can't be a basilisk, it can't be a basilisk.......,' Dudley silently persuaded himself in his mind, but the thought of 'it's a basilisk' kept lingering in his mind.

Harry heard the voice again.

“...... I'm hungry... It's been a long time......."

"Listen!" Harry said urgently, "do you hear that?"

Ron and Hermione froze, staring at Harry dumbfounded.

Dudley was now completely messy, and Harry could hear voices they couldn't hear, and it was definitely the basilisk's fault.

'But what the hell is going on?Who else can open the Chamber of Secrets??'

In just a split second, Dudley's mind was filled with thoughts.

“...... Homicide... It's time......"

The voice grew weaker and weaker in Harry's ears, and he felt that the owner of the voice was moving, moving upwards, and he ran up, "Follow me!"

They ran up the stairs and into the foyer, which was so close to the auditorium that they could hear the laughter and laughter of the auditorium.

Harry didn't stop and led them up the marble staircase to the second floor.

He stopped, stood at the top of the stairs and pricked up his ears to listen, it was the voice that was right.

“...... I smell blood... I smell blood......"

"It's going to kill!" Harry shouted eagerly.

Dudley, Ron, and Hermione followed Harry to the third floor, and they circled around the third floor until they came to an empty hallway.

"Harry, what did you hear?" Ron wiped the sweat from his face, "I didn't hear anything......

Hermione suddenly grabbed Dudley's arm, and she gasped and pointed to the bottom of the hallway, "You... Look!"

Something was shining on the wall in front of them.

They slowly approached, squinting to make out in the darkness. Between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the ground, there was some scribbling, shimmering in the light of the burning torches.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and the heirs are enemies, be wary.

"What's that hanging down there?" Ron's voice trembled a little.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped because there was a large pool of water on the ground.

Little by little, they approached the slogan, their eyes fixed on a dark shadow below.

The four of them saw what it was at the same time, and Hermione jumped backwards in fright, making a splash.

It was Mrs. Loris, Filch's cat, with its tail hanging from the torch holder, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open, staring straight at her.

The four 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 took a few steps back, "we don't want to be found here." ”

However, it was too late. A low clamor of noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the feast had just ended. From the ends of the corridor they were in, the sound of hundreds of feet stepping on 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.