"What's going on, Headmaster Arbus!" was Madam Pomfrey's voice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Harry stole a glance at the price that Dunbridore had brought in with Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and two of his retinue.

The man on the stretcher was thin and small, with a Muggle camera in his hand.

"Colin?" Harry quickly covered his mouth and closed his eyes, as Colin lay upright on the bed.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore, "found him on the stairs, and by that time he had been petrified, like Lady Loris. ”

"There's a bunch of grapes," Professor McGonagall said, taking a bunch of grapes from Colin's hand, "and we think he's trying to sneak in to visit Harry." ”

The three of them stared at Colin. Then Dumbledore leaned over Colin to pull the camera out of his grip.

"You don't think he wants to take a picture of the attacker, do you?" asked Professor McGonagall eagerly.

Dumbledore did not answer. He pried open the back of the camera.

A puff of gas hisses from the camera. Harry smelled the sour smell of burnt plastic at a distance of three beds.

"What does that mean?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore worriedly.

"This illustrates...... Hogwarts is no longer safe!" Dumbledore's voice was a little heavy.

"Does that Chamber really exist?" said Madam Pomfrey, trembling.

"That's right...... Don't forget that it was opened once fifty years ago and ......"

Harry wanted to hear clearly, but Dumbledore deliberately kept his voice down, much to his annoyance.

"What are we going to do, Arbus, after all, we haven't found this fabled vault yet. Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and it was clear that Professor McGonagall was very worried about this!

"Tell them the truth, Minerva!" Dunburidos sighed, "tell them that our Hogwarts are no longer safe!"

......

"What else did Dumbrador say?" Van Lin hurriedly asked, they were boiling potions in one place, Gildero's efficiency was still very high, and the magic herbs they needed were delivered early the next morning.

"No, their voices were low in the back, I didn't hear them clearly, and Wood started humming again last night, after all, even if Wood gave up all resistance, my stun spell wouldn't last long!" Harry spread his hands, saying he knew so much.

The next morning, Dumbledore made the announcement, asking everyone not to be allowed to walk alone in the castle at any time.

"By the way, I have one more question!" Ron leaned against a door, "Do we have to hide here in broad daylight to make potions?

"We have to speed up, didn't you hear Don Bridore say that Colin was attacked?" Hermione rolled her eyes, there was a crucible in front of her that had been contributed by Van Lin, white smoke was emitting from it, and from time to time Hermione put the various medicinal herbs she had bought into it.

"And, you don't have to worry about whether you can be found out, you know, this is an abandoned women's toilet, and no one will come here if she's there!"

"Who?" the three boys asked suspiciously, there was no one else here, except the four of them.

"It's me!" a slightly familiar voice came from behind Ron.

Ron was startled and quickly turned around, and the crying myrtle was floating behind Ron.

"Hello. Myrtle, I'm so glad to see you here!" Van Lin laughed dryly, then looked at Hermione in some surprise. You know, there was a bit of an unpleasant quarrel between Hermione and Myrtle, and he didn't know how Hermione persuaded Myrtle to take the three boys to make potions in the women's bathroom!

"It's a pleasure to see you here, especially you, Harry!" Myrtle leaned in shyly leaning over Harry, causing Harry's entire body to stiffen.

"I used to be wandering in the sewers, but when I heard you call me, I came out!"

"Sorry to bother you, Myrtle!" Harry chuckled dryly, half of his body was numb now, Myrtle's body was too cold.

"No, no!" Myrtle rubbed intoxicated, "I'm glad you came to accompany me, in fact, you're welcome to share a toilet with me...... After death!"

"Uh......" Everyone stopped talking, and for a moment, they were all a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Myrtle!" said Van Lin with a slight embarrassment, Myrtle's words really made them dare not compliment.

"Haha......" Myrtle laughed sharply, hovering over the women's restroom, and then plunged into a toilet not far away, splashing all over the wall.

"Actually, I feel like we're making a pretty bad decision here. Ron watched cautiously at Myrtle's vanishing toilet, and he thought it was terrible.

"Uh......" Hermione nodded in agreement, "I think too, but there's no other place where we can configure this potion, you know, Mr. Filch is crazy about patrolling Hogwarts these days, he just catches a lone student and takes him to his office, he thinks everyone is a murderer, not just Harry!"

"Oh my god......" Ron grabbed his hair frantically, "come on, Hermione, we need to hurry up, we need proof of Malfoy, so we can put an end to this damn thing!"

"I know, Ron......" Hermione said impatiently, "but this potion is so difficult, I'm already very fast, you know, I haven't touched advanced potions before, except for making some simple potion ingredients!"

"Okay, don't be arguing. Van Lin quickly stopped the two of them from arguing, "Ron, I think you should let Hermione prepare potions quietly by herself, instead of bickering with Hermione!"

"Okay. Ron sat in a pool of water, not talking, but he still looked a little depressed.

"Harry, I ask you, can you be sure that the door to this chamber was actually opened fifty years ago?"

"That's right, that's what Dumbledore said, and Dobby!" Harry nodded affirmatively.

"Well, in that case, I think we should ask the house-elves in this school!"

"House-elves at school?" said Harry and Hermione in unison.

"Of course, you don't think that the food we eat is made out of thin air by magic. ”

"They're in the kitchen, underground, under the common area of Hufflepuff!"