Chapter 123 Who is acting for

Hermione's eyes were uncertain, and she looked around cautiously, she wasn't very happy about taking too many dangerous adventures. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but her friends are here now, and she can only choose to stand with her friends at any time.

It was here that a low cheer came from afar, and it was the end of the feast. As soon as the banquet ended, the sound of hundreds of feet stepping on the stairs immediately sounded at both ends of the corridor, indicating that the students were going back to the dormitory after the dinner.

After they were full of water and food, they talked and laughed happily, and continued the excitement of the party, and the students pushed and shouted from downstairs to the aisle.

When the people who went upstairs saw the terrible cat hanging upside down, all the hustle and bustle, all the laughter. Suddenly, immediately, all of them disappeared.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George stood in the middle of the hallway to protect the scene, and the students quietly and cautiously hugged up to watch the horrific sight.

In the midst of the silence, someone broke the silence with a loud voice.

"Enemies of the heirs, be on alert! you'll be next, Mudbloods. "It's Draco Malfoy.

He squeezed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes were inexplicably shining, and his face revealed a malicious sneer. His pale face flushed with excitement, and he looked at the stiff cat nailed there, with a murderous grin on his face.

"Watch your words, unless you want to get into trouble. George was a little upset at Malfoy's fear-mongering, did this idiot have to be so happy?

Malfoy restrained his cruel grin, he knew he couldn't mess with George, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to mess with George over a trivial matter. But seeing other people's panic always makes him satisfied, this is a powerful force, this is a terrible deterrent.

"What's wrong, what's going on, why are you here?"

Filch was drawn over by Malfoy's shouting, and he was upset to see so many students gathered around. As long as you see students gathered together, it will be fine, and it should be said that as long as you see students, there will be no good thing.

He squeezed his shoulders through the crowd, the feeling of humming together with the students made him sick, and his heart was full of anger.

Then, like a bucket of ice water drenching him from head to toe, he saw the stiff Lady Loris. He stumbled back a few steps, frightened and disbelieving, tearing at his face with his hands.

"What's wrong with my cat, my cat, my Lady Loris. He screamed. "What did you do to her?"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were tearing, and suddenly, his burst eyes saw Harry.

"It's you. He screamed, "It's you, it's you who killed my cat, it's you who killed her, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to..."

"Stop! Filch!" Dumbledore arrived as he arrived, taking a moment to arrange for the Great Hall to be cleaned after the Halloween party.

But at this time, he and many other teachers also rushed over. He is the principal of the school, and he is responsible for everything in the school.

He walked straight past Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George, and lowered Lady Loris from the torch stand.

"Follow me, Filch. He turned his head to Filch and said.

"And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Soros, Miss Granger. ”

Lockhart also hurried forward. "Go to my office, right next to here, just upstairs, you're welcome. ”

"Thank you, Gildero. Dumbledore immediately agreed.

The silent students parted to the sides and quietly let them through.

Lockhart was very happy, very excited, and his face was vivid. Something big has finally happened to the academy, and maybe he can just solve it. In that case, it would be another great bestseller, "My Walk with Hogwarts", which should be a good title.

During this time, the communication with other teachers was not smooth, they did not understand how good I was, and even the students did not have the initial enthusiasm for worshipping him, which made him do something big.

He thought as he followed Dumbledore closely, with Professors McGonagall and Snape close behind.

As they walked into Lockhart's dark office, there was a commotion on the wall. The walls of the office are full of photographs of Lockhart himself, in all kinds of clothes, all kinds of occasions.

But now, Lockhart in these photos also seems to know that something is wrong, and he is hiding in a panic.

At this time, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table, and the dim candlelight brought a glimmer of light to the office and dispelled the darkness.

Dumbledore was on the polished table and began to examine the stiff Lady Loris.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were a little apprehensive, and they cautiously exchanged glances.

George was more interested in Dumbledore's actions, and stared intently at Dumbledore's methods.

The tip of Dumbledore's long, hooked nose almost touched the fur on Lady Loris's body, and he examined it carefully through the half-moon-shaped lenses of his transparent glasses, his slender fingers poking here and there. Professor McGonagall squinted over the cat, her face almost touching the cat, and squinted at it.

Snape stood behind them, a little distance, half of his body cowering in the shadows, looking dark, and he had a strange expression on his face, as if he was desperately trying to restrain himself from laughing. Lockhart wandered around Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, pointing and pointing.

George had already turned his gaze away, no matter who Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were playing for, their acting skills were terrible. When he was in the hallway, he estimated the cat's suffering from a long distance.

And Dumbledore's examination, purely like a mischievous child, appeared very improper, and the performance was neither professional nor disrespectful.

"I think a spell killed it, it should be a transfiguration torture spell, I've seen people use this spell many times. It's a shame I wasn't there, I just knew the solution to the spell, and if I had sooner, I could have saved it..."Lockhart chattered, he couldn't think of how to save the cat, but he wasn't going to give up on attracting everyone's attention.

Filch let out a dry howl, and he collapsed on a chair beside the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Lady Loris.

Although Harry hated Filch, he also had a hint of sympathy when he looked at him at this time. However, he was more sympathetic to himself, hoping that Dumbledore would not be stupid enough to believe Filch's nonsense.

Here, Dumbledore whispered something strange, like a spell, but not like it wasn't. Then he tapped Lady Loris with his wand, but there was no response.

(To be continued.) )