The temperature in the room became unusually cold as the night came, "I can't stand it anymore." Ron muttered, his teeth chattering. At this time, the band began to squeak again, and the big ghosts and little ghosts returned to the dance hall in a flutter.

"Let's go." Augustus agreed.

They moved towards the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them. A minute later, they were hurrying down the hallway lit with black candles.

"The pudding probably hasn't finished yet." Ron said hopefully, leading the way to the foyer.

Walking down the narrow passage, Harry suddenly stopped. He staggered to a halt, grabbed the stone wall, and listened intently, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit hallway.

"Harry, how do you ——?"

"The voice reappeared—don't speak yet—"

"Voice?" Augustus glanced around, and after making sure there was nothing, he looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Listen!" Harry said urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, staring at him. Seeing that Harry was so sure, Augustus took out his silver wand and blessed himself with an auditory amplification, holding his breath as a series of meaningless hissing sounds came into his ears.

"There is indeed a voice, the source seems to be the ceiling, is it a ghost? But the sound was just a meaningless roar. Augustus nodded, looking at Harry, who was still looking around.

"It was a man's voice, and I was pretty sure he meant that it was time to kill"

Harry quickly explained, and Augustus continued to listen in confusion, but the voice in his ears was still a meaningless scream.

The voice is getting weaker and weaker. Harry was sure it was moving—moving towards it. "Go this way." He shouted, and ran up the stairs and into the foyer. The laughter and laughter of Halloween feasts echoed through the auditorium, and it was unlikely that anything else would be heard. Harry ran up the marble staircase at full speed to the second floor, where Augustus, Ron and Hermione followed closely behind.

"If we hear the same voice, although I don't know what we hear differently, but his source should need to go up a level, follow me." Augustus made sure he heard the same voice as Harry, and motioned for the three of them to come up with him.

The men climbed the stairs in two steps, and Augustus continued to listen to the sound of his heavy footsteps.

The four of them raced around the third floor, and Ron and Hermione followed breathlessly, non-stop, turning a corner at the back of the wall and coming to an empty aisle at the back of the road.

"Mr. Augustus, Harry, what the hell is going on?" Ron said, wiping the beads of sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything"

Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed to the bottom of the hallway.

"Look!"

On the wall in front of them, something was shining. 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.

"What's that—hanging underneath?" Ron said, his voice shaky.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped: there was a large pool of water on the ground. Ron and Hermione grabbed him, and little by little they approached the sign, their eyes fixed on a dark shadow below. The three of them saw what it was at the same time, and jumped backwards in fright, making a splash.

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.

"It depends on the situation, it should be petrified, if it's just like this, there should be a chance to save it." Augustus looked at the petrified cat with a complicated expression on his face...... "Listen to me," Ron said, "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 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. Augustus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the hallway, and the students were silent as they rushed forward to watch the horrific scene.

In the silence, someone spoke loudly.

"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.

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, beware, it's not a trivial matter to point out a student without any evidence." Augustus said lightly.

"He must have killed my cat, he knew that I am, I am!" Filch suddenly sobbed, and the onlookers all looked at Harry as if they were looking at a heinous demon king.

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

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

Lockhart stepped forward in a hurry.

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

The silent crowd parted to both sides and let them pass. Lockhart was very excited, and looked alive, and hurried after Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape followed.

Before leaving, Augustus glanced at the wall where Madame Lori had been victimized, and the puddle of water on the ground that had still not been cleaned, revealing a thoughtful expression, the scene was like a huge attraction body, covering and reorganizing all the clues around it, and a critical and deadly line loomed, hidden in the dense clouds of doubt.