Chapter 122: The Victim of the Secret Room

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Nick, who was almost headless, tried in vain to regain the audience's attention, but Patrick's head flew around in a cheer, and his efforts were pointless, and he was immediately defeated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I can't take it anymore. Ron muttered under his breath, not only was he tired of the bad, twisted party. His stomach couldn't stand it anymore and was rumbling.

"There's nothing left to see, if you don't want to stay any longer, let's go. George felt that today's harvest was enough, and as for how to drive the ghosts, it would be a long-term topic for Hongda.

"Let's go, I'm hungry too. Harry also felt that it was time to leave, for Nick, who was almost dead, he had already helped him, and it was time to get out of here.

The band squeaked and began to play the ripping sound again, and all the ghosts, big and small, floated back to the dance floor.

They made their way to the door, past one ghost after another, and finally, back in the hallway where tiny candles were lit.

"Maybe not all of the stuff is eaten. Ron still had some fantasies that the dinner might not be over yet, and he ran to the front and walked towards the steps leading to the hall.

Suddenly, just then, Harry heard it again.

"Tear you apart... Kill you... Tear... Kill..."

He heard the voice again, the cold, fierce, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart's office.

He stumbled to a halt, leaning against the stone wall, cautiously, intently perceiving the voice. While looking around, he remembered the source of the sound, and looked around in the dimly lit aisle, looking for it.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione walked behind Harry, and she immediately noticed Harry's abnormality, she came to Harry's side and asked cautiously.

"It's that voice, and he's coming up again, don't speak yet. Harry searched for the source of the voice.

“... Hungry, so hungry... I'm hungry... It's been too long, too long—" Harry heard it again, and it was the same voice.

"Listen!" Harry asked eagerly, his voice becoming more and more apparent.

But no one heard anything but him, and everyone watched him closely.

“... It's time to... Killed. "The sound is weakening, it's moving.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving upwards, and he was staring at the ceiling, which was pitch black. A feeling of excitement and fear rose in his heart, how the hell did it move, how did it pass through the stone ceiling? Could it be a ghost?

"Over here. He shouted as he led the way in front as he ran up the stairs and into the foyer. The hustle and bustle of the Halloween dinner in the Great Hall echoed through the area, and with no other movement to be heard, Harry continued to rush up the marble staircase to the second floor. Everyone followed him closely.

Ron muttered as he ran, "The dinner isn't over yet, but we're in trouble again." ”

He couldn't help but ask Harry, "Harry, what the hell are we doing..."

"Shhhhhhh

The voice grew fainter and weaker, "... I smell blood... I smell blood..."

Harry only felt his stomach cramp, and he shouted in horror, "It's going to kill." ”

Harry didn't care about anything else, but quickened his pace, and rushed up the stairs in two steps, looking around for movement while continuing to listen attentively.

Harry raced around the third floor, and the others looked around for the unknown anomaly as they watched out.

Until you turn the last corner and come to the last empty aisle.

It's business as usual.

"Harry, what the hell are we looking for?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his head with his sleeve, "I didn't hear anything. ”

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

"That!"

On the wall in front, something was glittering.

George walked ahead, he took out his wand, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, first threw a few armor for everyone to protect himself before saying, "Everything can be solved with spells, if one doesn't work, then two." ”

With protection, everyone's hearts are a little more settled. Between the two windows of the hallway, on the wall of the hallway, a foot above the ground, some handwriting was written, and special pigments shimmered in the light of the torches.

The chamber was opened again.

Heirs of the enemy, be vigilant.

"There's something there, hanging there. Ron noticed something, his voice trembling, pointing ahead.

"It's Filch's Lady Loris, and it's hanging under the sign. "When George used his armor to protect himself, he blessed himself with Eagle Eye.

It's a pity that once it is night, this originally magical detection spell has become sparse and commonplace, and the impact of darkness on the vision is too great.

As they approached, Harry almost slipped and there was a large pool of water on the ground, and George lifted him up. Everyone took out their wands and cautiously walked into the sign.

Harry and the others had only then seen Lady Loris's appearance, and they all jumped back in fright, splashing and hitting the barrier of their armor.

Lady Loris was even more terrible than ever, and now it seemed hard, like a plank. The tail was nailed to the torch holder, and the bulb-like eyes had no sparkle, as if they were dead.

"Why don't we get out of here. Ron said with some uneasiness, the strange scene at this time made him not want to stay for a second.

"Shall we salvage it?" said Harry, who was not sure that Filch was not a good man, and that Lady Loris was not a good cat.

"Listen to me, it's not good that we're being found here. "Ron didn't want to get involved in such a thing, and more importantly, they were the only ones here at this time, and it would be difficult to explain if they were discovered.

"Let's protect the site. George pondered for a moment and made a decision. "It's just a cat that has an accident, but it looks like there's something special. The slogan that the secret room was opened also means that things are just the beginning, and the more information we know, the more preparations we can have. ”

"Also, remember our old rivals from last year's Philosopher's Stone?" George lowered his voice, reminding everyone that last year wasn't so easy to end.

"Shhh

"I'm not going to let him get his way. "Harry has been working hard to deliver on his promises. I have been working hard all the time to show my consciousness.

(To be continued.) )