A new Gryffindor, named Colin, and Gilderoy Lockhart were a natural pair—an old favorite who took a picture of Harry with a camera. He had definitely memorized Harry's timetable, and Aitch had heard Hermione say that he could hear Harry answer his greetings seven or eight times a day.

As for the other, each student has a first-hand experience. The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor flaunted his abilities and a sparkling row of teeth. Judging by his rhetoric, the students thought that the star professor had a level of pharmacy that was not inferior to Professor Snape, and that his knowledge of plants was at least on an equal footing with Professor Sprout in the herbal medicine class. The first time I took the class, the questionnaire about his preferences was a big surprise, and I heard that he had put out a bunch of little demons and it made a mess of the class.

Once the two of them meet, they will pull Harry to take a group photo, and even make Harry late for Transfiguration class, which Professor McGonagall has made a big deal about.

But at least the days are peaceful, except for the twins' pranks, Peeves' jokes, and petty conflicts between the students.

The turning point happened on Halloween, and yes it was another night of revelry. This time last year, Hermione and Aitch bumped into the troll on the same day.

The ceiling of the lobby is covered with jack-o-lanterns with the devil's little face carved into it; Professor McGonagall had countless candies in their pockets, and every student who came up to ask for them would get a few, and Professor Snape might have them, but with the exception of Aitch and Malfoy, few of them dared to go up when they saw Snape's stiff face; It was also the happiest day for the Weasley twins, and Professor McGonagall laughed at any joke they made......

At the party's party, the apple pie and pumpkin pie were plentiful enough to eat, and Gryffindor had a Colin with a camera that never left his hand, and everyone took a picture. But Colin kept complaining: it's a pity that Harry wasn't there. The kid was a big fan of Harry, hoping to fill all the negatives with Harry.

According to Hermione, this year's Halloween is also the 500th anniversary of Sir Nicole, the resident ghost of Gryffindor, and Harry is invited to attend, and Ron is dragged away by Harry. Hermione hadn't been willing to talk to Harry since school started, so she didn't have a chance to be invited to Harry's birthday celebration this time.

After eating enough, Aitch left the scene first and walked on the way back to the bedroom, "...... Tear...... Bite ...... Kill ......" was a chilling cold. He stumbled, stopped, and leaned on the stone wall as he listened intently, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit aisle.

“…… Kill...... It's time to kill ......" the voice grew weaker and weaker. Aitch is sure it's snake language, and it's not the voice of a basilisk, so who else could it be?

Aitch listened to the sound and ran down the stairs, past the lobby. The chatter of people at the Halloween feast echoed through the hall, and Aitch couldn't hear it. He hurried up the granite steps of the upper floor, pricking up his ears. Far away, on the floor overhead, and getting weaker, he still heard the voice: "...... I smell blood...... I smell blood! ”

Edge's stomach began to churn. "He's going to kill someone!" At the sound of his footsteps, his ears were still carefully recognising the sound.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light on the wall in front of you. There were still two people standing there, and he walked into the dimly lit hallway, his eyes wide.

On the wall of the two windows, the soles-sized words smeared on them shimmered in the light of the flickering torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and all those who are enemies of the Slytherin heirs will die."

"What is this—hanging underneath?" Ron said in a trembling voice. It was Harry and Ron who arrived earlier than Edge, and they came here after attending Nicol's banquet without head, after all, Harry was also a parseltongue, which also attracted snake language.

They moved slowly, and Harry almost slipped: there was a large puddle of water on the floor. They approached the words, their eyes fixed on the black mass below. They immediately recognized what it was, and quickly jumped backwards.

Lady Loris, Filch, the caretaker's cat, had its tail dangling from a barrel of torches, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open. Aitch stepped forward and poked it with his wand, as hard as stone, more than "petrified!" "It's much stronger.

Harry froze for a few seconds, still looking frightened by what they saw. Then Ron whispered, "Let's get out of here." ”

"We should try to help—" Harry stammered.

"Trust me," Ron said, "we can't be found here. ”

But it was already too late. A few thunderous noises in the distance told them that the feast was over. Footsteps on the stairs rang out at both ends of the hallway they were in. Well-fed people happily speak loudly. After a while, students poured in from both ends.

As soon as everyone saw the upside-down cat, the chattering of conversations, the sound of footsteps, all sounds stopped. Harry, Ron, and Aitch stood in the middle of the hallway. Everyone quietly leaned forward to look at the terrifying words on the wall.

"What happened? What happened? There was no doubt that the stagnation of the crowd caught Filch's attention, and he squeezed a way through his shoulders and through the crowd. When he saw Lady Loris, he was so frightened that he stepped back, his face full of horror. "My cat! My cat! What happened to Lady Loris? He screamed.

His eyes widened and he turned his gaze to Harry. "You!" He screamed, "It's you! You killed my cat! You kill it! I'll kill you! I'm going to-"

"Argus!" Argus was Filch's name, and Dumbledore, who had stopped him, had arrived at the scene with a group of professors, and hastily freed Lady Loris.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, and it would be bad for everyone to block the hallway, "and you guys, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Edge." His gaze lingered on Aitch for a moment.

Lockhart stepped forward, looking particularly enthusiastic. "My office is the closest, principal. - It's upstairs - please feel free to use it - "

The silent crowd quickly dispersed and let them walk up. Then they went back to the common room with their heads full of doubts.

Lockhart followed Dumbledore, excitedly and self-righteously, and several professors followed in the same hurry.

As they walked into Lockhart's darkened office, Aitch saw some of the curly-haired Lockharts in the painting struggling to avoid the crowd. The real Lohart lit the candle on the table, then stepped aside to stand. Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the smooth table and began to examine it. Harry, Ron, and Aitch sat in their chairs by the menorah, looking at Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore's long, curved nose was only a foot away from Lady Loris's hair. He was looking at it carefully through his half-moon glasses, his long fingers gently fiddling. Professor McGonagall also bent over, squinting her glasses and looking closer. Snape stood behind them, faintly looming from being half-blocked, with a strange expression on his face: as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing.

Lockhart swirled among them, offering his own views on the issue from time to time. "It must have been a spell that killed it—probably black magic torture. I've seen it used many times. It's a pity I wasn't there just now, otherwise I would have known that I could save it with a spell solution—"

Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's monotonous and painful sobs. Filch slumped in the chair at the table, burying his face in his hands, not daring to look at Lady Loris.

Dumbledore muttered strange words as he tapped Lady Loris with his wand, but nothing happened. He continued to observe, as if by magic.

“…… I remember seeing something similar before," Lockhart said, "and it was a series of attacks, and I wrote the whole thing in my autobiography." I can provide some evidence to help you figure this whole thing out. In the photographs hanging on the wall, all of Lockhart nodded in agreement with what he had said.

This made Filch even more sad, and others could see tears streaming down his fingers.

"It's not dead, Mr. Filch." Aitch comforted him softly.

Hearing this, Lockhart, who was counting how many murders he had prevented, suddenly stopped.

"Not dead yet?" Filch asked in surprise, looking at Lady Loris through his fingers, "Really?" But why was she completely stiff and cold? ”

"She's petrified," Dumbledore said, "but I can't say how she got to be like this...... Still, it looks like our Mr. Aitch knows something. ”

"Far worse than you." Aitch calmly met Dumbledore's gaze. Aitch only found out that the cat was not dead, and instead came to be caught by the basilisk's petrification magic, but Dumbledore seemed to see it by ability, and Aitch still had a lot to learn from this alone.

"Ask him!" Filch screamed, turning his dirty, tear-stained face towards Harry.

"It's impossible for a sophomore to do that." Dumbledore affirmed. "It's going to take the best of the dark arts—" Aitch held back the surprise in his heart: Dumbledore wasn't telling the truth.

"He did it, he did it!" Filch spat in excitement, and his fat face turned purple.

"You see what he wrote on the wall! He found out—in my office—he knew I was a—a—" Filch's face changed with a horrible expression. "He knows I'm a squib!" He finally finished speaking.

"I've never touched Lady Loris!" Harry retorted loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the same time, as he realized that everyone was watching him, including Lockhart on the wall. "And I don't know what a Squib is."

"Nonsense!" Filch yelled. "He's seen my letters from a spell class." Accidentally, a letter from Filch promoting Squib magic was for Harry to see.

"Allow me to say a few words, Headmaster," Snape said as he stepped out of the shadows. Harry felt a strong sense of unease at the moment; He didn't think Snape would say anything favorable to him.

"Potter and his friends may have just been where they shouldn't have been, at the wrong time," he said with a hint of contempt, as if he didn't believe it himself, "but there is something we should be suspicious of. Why on earth were they in the hallway upstairs? Why aren't they at the Halloween feast? ”

Both Harry and Ron began to explain for the festival party, "There are hundreds of ghosts out there, and they can tell you we're there—"

"But then why didn't you join the party?" Snape asked, his dark eyes glistening in the candlelight. "Why did you go to the hallway?"

Ron looked at Harry and waited for him to come up with a reason. "Because—because—" said Harry, his heart pounding; He knew that if he told them that he was led there by an invisible but audible voice, they would not believe it, "because we are all tired and want to go to bed." He said.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner?" Snape asked, a triumphant smile on his thin face. "I don't think ghosts will serve people food that tastes good at a banquet."

"We're not hungry." Ron shouted, and without thinking about it, rushed up to meet Snape's heavy questioning of Harry, but his stomach grunted loudly from hunger.

Snape's lewd smile became even more pronounced, and the smile on his lifeless face made the two of Harry feel even more frightened.

"Headmaster, I don't think Potter was completely confessed." He said that Snape had even suggested that some of Harry's privileges be removed from the Gryffindor Quidditch team in order to force him to comply, but Professor McGonagall prevented him.

"But Aitch was the first to be there, so why don't you doubt him." Ron dragged Aitch into the water, trying to muddy the water and distract everyone.

"You think Aitch will be like you?" Snape didn't wait for Aitch to speak, he explained, "As far as I know, the first few minutes I met you in the hallway, Aitch was partying with his classmates. ”

"Yes, I also believe that Mr. Aitch will not do anything bad to Lady Loris, he was so good to him, and gave him a cat teasing stick at Christmas, and Mrs. Loris liked it the most." Filch didn't believe Aitch had any suspicions.

"That's true, headmaster, I'm just full of food and want to go back to rest first, but I didn't expect this to happen." Aitch acknowledged the arguments of the two men, and vaguely explained the evening's itinerary. He didn't tell the truth, he learned it from Dumbledore. Aitch could also see Dumbledore's white eyebrows twitch.

"You can go." Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, and Edge. Then close the door, which is an open and closed door meeting.

"Listen, Weasley, there are some things you can't say." Aitch was referring to the accusations that Ron had just made against him, dusting off the dust that didn't exist, and dropping a tough remark.