Section I

When Harry and the others return from Hagrid, Harry and Ron are called by Professor McGonagall to serve in labor, Ron is going to Filch's to wipe the trophy, and Harry is going to Lockhart to help him reply to the reader. Harry was busy until late, and around midnight, Harry heard a chilling, cold voice in Lockhart's office, intermittently saying terrible things like "kill" and "tear", to Harry's surprise and upset, Lockhart didn't hear anything. In the dorm, Harry told Ron about it.

"If you want me to say, you'd better tell Sù Sauron about this." Ron whispered, to prevent waking the others.

"However, this kind of thing is so bizarre, who would believe it." Harry shook his head, and at the same time, Harry privately felt that this would make him appear weak and incompetent in front of his brother.

"But I still think you should ask Sauron, you know, it sounds scary." Ron muttered.

Harry eventually decided not to tell Sù Sauron, and for the rest of the day, the school was uneventful, and Harry and Ron had all but forgotten about it. The only thing that bothered Harry was Slytherin, whose Quidditch team was all dressed up with the new broomstick "Halo-2001" given by Lucius Malfoy's father. On the training ground, the Slytherins were much faster than the Gryffindors, and the Slytherins always took a chance to show off, especially Malfoy, which annoyed the Gryffindors, including Harry, and Harry even thought about asking Sauron to teach Malfoy a good lesson, even though he knew that Sauron would not agree.

A few days before Halloween, Harry was rudely caught in the office by Filch because he accidentally brought muddy water into the castle, but fortunately, Nick who almost lost his head helped Harry escape, and Harry agreed to attend Nick's "death party" on Halloween. When Ron and Hermione heard about it, Hermione expressed great interest and agreed to go, and when Harry asked Sauron if he wanted to go-

"Death party?" Sauron's eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "How would you want to go to this kind of party, to be honest, it's not funny. ”

"However, Hermione said that few people had ever attended such an evening, and it might be wonderful." Harry said uncertainly.

"It's amazing." Sauron's brow furrowed even tighter, he was disgusted by Hermione's little girl's excessive curiosity and self-righteousness, "It's true that few living people have attended this kind of party, because it's not suitable for living people. ”

"Oh." Harry whispered, and now he regretted it a little too much.

Sauron looked at Harry and sighed, "Forget it, you've already promised Nick, so it's hard to go back." Go check it out, and then leave early, and don't miss the Halloween dinner. I won't go with you. Sauron patted Harry on the shoulder, "Oh, yes. I noticed that Draco and they all got new brooms, do you need a better one? ”

Harry Lu made a happy expression, but refused, "Forget it, I'm familiar with the 'Light Wheel-2000', and suddenly changing to a new broom is not good for my performance.

Sauron smiled, "Alright then, just let me know if you need it." Let's go to class now. ”

The two separated around the corner of the hallway, heading to different classrooms.

All of them were safe and sound until the night of Halloween.

Filch's cat, Lady Loris, was petrified, its tail hung from a torch holder, and the wall next to it was written in blood "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened." Those who are enemies of the heirs, be wary. ”

This qiē was nothing to do with Sauron, but unfortunately, when the students and professors came out of the Great Hall after the Halloween dinner and saw this scene, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood at the scene of the incident, staring at everyone in a daze.

"How can any bad luck happen to my brother." Sauron thought to himself.

Filch was furious when he saw that the cat was petrified, and decided that Harry had done it, but Dumbledore arrived and persuaded Filch to do so, and the professors took the three of Harry to Lockhart's office, and Sauron was allowed to go with him.

In his office, Dumbledore placed the petrified Lady Loris on his desk and examined it carefully. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the corner, looking nervous, and Sauron walked up to Harry and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid." Then he stood behind Dumbledore. 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 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 tearless crying. Filch slumped in a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

"Don't be too sad, Mr. Filch, we'll have a way." Sauron comforted that in fact, Sauron and Filch still had a good relationship.

Harry, as much as he didn't like Filch, couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him at the moment, but he was more sympathetic to himself. If Dumbledore had believed Filch, he would have been expelled.

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 something very similar in Ouagadougou," 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 off his hair net. Sauron frowned and looked at him in disgust, only because of Dumbledore's presence that he didn't have a seizure.

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!' Lockhart said), "but I don't know exactly what's going on......"

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

"I'm not trying to excuse my brother, Mr. Filch, but there's no way Harry can do that," Sauron said in a euphemistic tone, "It requires the deepest form of dark magic—my brother doesn't have that power." ”

"He did it, he did it!" Filch sobbed, "You saw what he wrote on the wall!" He found ...... In my office...... He knew I was a ...... I'm a ......," Filch's face twitched. "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."

"Shut up, Harry." Sauron said coldly, "It's not your right to speak. ”

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster." Snape said in the shadows, and Sauron glared at him fiercely.

"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 were deeply skeptical, "but we did encounter a series of suspicions. Why on earth did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween feast?"

"They're going to Nick's 'death party,' and I think the ghosts can attest to that," Sauron said calmly. Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded vigorously, scrambling to acknowledge.

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

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry, Harry looked nervously at Sauron, and Snape saw it and smiled sinisterly.

"Because...... Because ......," Harry said, his heart pounding. He vaguely felt that if he told them that he had been led there by a disembodied voice that only he could hear, it would sound untenable. "Because we're tired and want to go to bed early." He 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, and he glanced at Sauron defiantly.

"My opinion is, Headmaster, Potter isn't telling the full truth, he's hiding something." "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. ”

"I don't understand what you mean, Professor Snape, there's no reason to do that." Sauron grimaced, "It's obvious that this has nothing to do with Harry, or are you hinting at something?" ”

Snape looked at Sauron coldly, and said with a sinister grin, "I guess you know exactly what I'm hinting at. ”

Dumbledore glanced at Harry with an inquiring gaze, then at the sabre-rattling Sauron and Snape, and said calmly, "As long as you are not proven guilty, you are innocent, Severus." He said firmly. Snape looked annoyed, and Sauron breathed a sigh of relief.

Filch was still very sad and said sadly, "Lady Loris is petrified!" Cloudy tears flowed intermittently.

"We can cure it, Filch." Dumbledore said patiently, "Lady Sprout has gotten some mandrakes lately. 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 and make mandrake resurrection potions......"

Sauron couldn't stand his noise, and just wanted to speak—

"I beg your pardon," Snape's tone was frighteningly cold, probably from the deflated stomach, "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school. There was an awkward silence.

"You can go." Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"I'll send them back." Sauron continued.

Dumbledore nodded, and Sauron pulled them out of the office. On the way, Sauron had a cold face, and the three Harry followed him cautiously. Walking upstairs to Lockhart's office, Sauron opened the door to an empty classroom and walked in, Harry and the three of them glancing at each other and following.

"What did you find, Harry, don't lie to me." Soren said sternly. "I know you're not telling the truth."

"The ......," Harry hesitated, "I heard a terrible voice, it said to kill, and other terrible words, and I heard it when I came out of the death party, so I ran to the corridor above with that voice, and ......" Harry looked at Soren, "Neither Ron nor Hermione could hear that voice, only I could hear it......" Harry's voice grew smaller and quieter, as he saw Sauron's brow furrowing and tightening.

Sauron rubbed his temples with his hand, and after a long time, he spoke, "Harry, don't tell outsiders about this matter, and don't bother with it anymore. ”

Ron and Hermione were about to say something, but Sauron preemptively said, "Listen, you don't have to worry about this anymore. Like last year, you almost died. I only have one relative, Harry, and I don't want him to be in danger. Alright, it's midnight, and I'll take you back to Gryffindor Tower. ”

Sauron had been sending the three of them to the portrait of the Fat Lady, and before leaving, he pulled out his wand and conjured a large plate full of cakes, bacon, sausages, and several large bottles of pumpkin juice on the ground.

"I left it for you at the Halloween dinner, and I noticed you never came back." Sauron said, then turned and left.

Harry looked at the food on the floor, then at Sauron's back, feeling a little uncomfortable. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry and didn't speak.

There was no one in the common room anymore, and the three of them sat around the fireplace, sullen eating their food. Hermione looked at Harry and asked cautiously, "Are you alright, Harry?" ”

"Am I useless?" Harry said sullenly, remembering Sauron's-for-tat confrontation with Snape in the office, and said in a low voice, "Always getting into trouble, and having to worry about my brother every time." ”

Hermione gave Ron an embarrassed look, neither of them knowing what to say.

"That's it in first year, it's like that in second year, it's like that in Potions class, it's like this when you're dealing with trolls, it's like this when you're protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and it's still ......like this tonight," Harry said sadly, his voice sobbing a little, "always getting in trouble, always worrying him, always asking him to help me." ”

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly, and Hermione bit her lip, "Don't be too yourself, Harry. As if to distract Harry, she said, "But it's really bizarre, and what do the words on the wall mean - 'The Chamber of Secrets is opened'?" ”

"I don't know, Bill seems to have told me about the secret room before, and you said the professors would sue us." Ron said.

Harry's affection was still low: "Who knows, didn't Sauron say it, he doesn't want us to take care of this. ”

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PS: Transitions in this chapter. I've been very busy lately, and the update is unstable, so forgive me.