"You're amazing, Ginny!"

On the steps of the first floor, Colin imitated Ginny's appearance, as if he was interviewing.

"May I ask Mr. Filch, can torturing a student bring you pleasure?"

"Didn't torture the students? Do you not want to do it or can't do it? What did you do with Harry Potter back to the office? ”

"Mr. Filch, please don't shy away from the question, I see ......"

At this, Colin laughed, "Did you notice Filch's face?" I've never seen him so nervous. ”

In the face of the compliment, Ginny also smiled proudly, and raised her chin haughtily, for her, joining the Hogwarts school magazine was perhaps the most correct thing she had ever done.

Harry was standing behind them, and Ron was explaining to him.

"As soon as I finished eating, I ran into Colin running over in a hurry, and he said that you were captured by Filch, and I was worried about it, and was going to find Clark to get you, and then Ginny said that she had a way, and she came to you with us."

"Thank you." Harry smiled gratefully at Ginny, which made her even happier.

A few people walked up the stairs to return to the warm Gryffindor common room, and Ron even comforted him, "Don't worry, I know George and Fred got some food from the kitchen." ”

Hearing this, Harry quickened his pace, he only felt cold now, let alone hungry in his stomach.

The next moment, however, he heard a voice, one that was completely different from Ron's babbling.

It was a voice, a creepy and vicious voice that almost stopped breathing.

"Come on...... Come here...... Let me rip ...... Bite ...... Kill you......"

Harry startled, and his stoppage caused Ron to crash into his back.

"What's the situation?" He said loudly.

"What!" Ron nudged him, "You almost tripped me, what, are you hungry and can't walk?" Push hard, man, I can't carry you. ”

"No," Harry said somewhat incoherently, "there's a voice! ”

"That...... The voice said...... Didn't you hear? ”

Ron and Ginny looked at him in amazement, and it was obvious what they meant.

"What are you talking about, Harry? You're probably hungry, aren't you? Merlin's beard—so late, hard training, and no dinner,"

Harry didn't reply, he pricked up his ears and listened intently, all the while looking around, squinting his eyes up and down the dimly lit hallway.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ginny asked worriedly.

The voice reappeared...... Don't talk yet......"

“…… Hungry...... It's been a long time......"

Harry could swear with his cousin's life that he had heard correctly, that there was a voice around there that no one else could hear.

"Listen!" Harry said eagerly, Ron and Ginny froze, only Colin excitedly holding the camera, which showed that he had complete trust in Harry.

“…… Homicide...... It's time......"

The sound grew weaker and weaker, as if it was fading away.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving upwards.

He stared at the dark ceiling, and suddenly he felt a special mixture of fear and excitement in his heart, a situation that no one else could see, and he felt that he was a little different.

"Go this way!"

Harry shouted, began to chase the sound, and ran on his legs.

He quickly ran up the stairs and through the empty foyer, where only a few young wizards were still eating the Last Supper in the next auditorium, and how Harry wanted to join in.

Still, he gritted his teeth, resisted the hunger in his stomach, and ran up the marble steps to the second floor, where Ron and the three stumbled after him.

"Harry, what are you doing......"

Ron was a little worried, he suspected that Harry had been cursed by someone.

"Shh

Harry pricked up his ears and didn't let go of a sound, but the voice suddenly disappeared here, leaving only the whirring of the wind around him.

He raced around the second floor, and the three of Ron followed him panting, several people kept going, but when they turned the corner, there was still an empty corridor in front of them.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" Ron propped up his knees, beads of sweat already forming on his face, "I can't hear anything......"

Harry slapped the wall reluctantly, believing that he was too slow to lose the voice.

At that moment, Ginny suddenly gasped and pointed to the wall not far from the hallway.

"Look at that!"

On that wall, something was glistening in the pitch black.

They walked cautiously, squinting in the darkness.

Between the two windows, on the empty wall, a foot above the ground, was scrawled and shimmered under the burning torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, do you want my treasure? If you want, go to the Chamber of Secrets, and I've got it all there—Slytherin. ”

Chamber? Treasure! Slytherin!

Harry's breath was a little shorter, something he hadn't heard of.

"What's that—hanging underneath?" Ron said in a trembling voice.

They slowly approached, and Harry nearly slipped on the waterlogged ground, but Ron and Ginny grabbed him.

A few people approached the slogan little by little, their eyes fixed on a dark shadow below. They saw what it was at the same time, and jumped backwards in fright, making a splash.

It's Mrs. Loris, the cat that Filch has the caretaker.

Its tail hung from the stand of a torch, its body stiffened like a plank, and its eyes widened as if it had seen something terrible.

The three of them stood motionless for several seconds.

"Click!"

A blinding white light flashed, and the sound of Colin taking pictures woke them up, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here quickly." ”

"Should we find a way to save ......," Harry hesitated.

Ron began to tug at his arm, "I don't want to be found here, it wouldn't be clear." ”

However, it was too late, and a low noise came from the steps not far away, and it was the last group of students who had eaten dinner.

From the ends of the corridor where they were, the sound of dozens of feet stepping on the stairs was heard, and the well-fed little wizards were chatting and laughing happily.

Then, they pushed and shoved, pouring into the aisle from both ends.

When the people in front saw the lady Loris hanging upside down on the torch, the lively and chattering noise disappeared at once, as if someone had pressed the invisible pause button.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Colin stood alone in the middle of the hallway, unable to advance or retreat, and very embarrassed.

And the students who had quieted down also crowded forward, stretching their necks, secretly observing this terrible scene, and the entire corridor was jammed.

"What's going on here? What happened? ”

Filch was undoubtedly attracted by the crowd, and the more he thought about it after being threatened by Ginny, the more angry he became, and he was about to find trouble with a few little wizards to vent his anger when he saw this strange scene.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd with his shoulders, and then he saw his pet, Lady Loris.

The pitiful appearance of the little thing frightened him enough, and Filch staggered back a few steps, and covered his face with his hands in horror, as if he did not dare to accept the fact.

"My cat! My cat! Loris, what's wrong with you? He screamed like a dead lover.

At that moment, he suddenly saw the four Harry standing nearby.

"You guys!"

His grief instantly found an outlet for catharsis, "It's you!" You killed my cat! Yes, you killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to-"

"Argus!"

He was interrupted by a loud shout, and Headmaster Dumbledore rushed to the scene of the incident, along with several deans and professors.

Dumbledore strode past Harry and the others, untying Lady Loris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Argus." He whispered to Filch, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Creevey, Miss Weasley...... Come along, too. ”

Lockhart hurriedly stepped forward, "My office is closest to here." ”

Dumbledore nodded, "Thank you, Gildero. ”

With that, the silent little wizards parted to the sides, making way for them, but when they left, the group of half-grown children gathered again, and the chatter grew louder.

After all, the terms Chamber of Secrets, Treasure and Slytherin are always full of reverie.

On the other side, Lockhart was also very excited, he looked alive and followed closely behind Dumbledore.

As a best-selling author with a very keen sense of smell, this sudden strange event let him know that something big was going to happen at Hogwarts, and for him, this is money, and new bestsellers have fallen.

As they walked into Lockhart's flamboyant office, there was a sudden commotion on the wall.

Harry saw Lockhart hiding in a panic in a few photos, with curling irons in their hair and bells and whistles on their pajamas.

But what is even more surprising is that there is still a person in the house.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore!"

Clark stood up from Lockhart's desk, and in front of him was a pile of spread manuscript papers, with dense small print written on them, and it seemed that he must have been busy just now.

Professor Dumbledore and the others were also taken aback when they saw him, and Snape even asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Clarke noticed the cat in Dumbledore's hand, as well as Harry and the others who were following the professor, and secretly said a clever first, but his face was silent.

He picked up the paper in his hand, shook it in the air so they could read the handwriting, and explained, "I was asking Professor Lockhart for advice on writing, and he suddenly went out, did something happen?" ”

"Ah, yes, I was talking to Clark about the difference in the writing of suspense stories." Lockhart nodded in agreement, as proof of it.

The crowd didn't suspect him, and Professor McGonagall greeted him, "It's getting late, Clark, you better go back to the dormitory first." ”

Of course, Clark didn't want to stay, so he packed up his manuscript paper and prepared to leave, but Dumbledore looked at him a few times, and suddenly said: "This matter needs to be blocked, Mr. Pwitt, please stay first." ”

"Okay, Professor." The speed of Clark's hands did not decrease, and after cleaning up, he consciously stepped back to the side and stood.

Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the smooth table and began to examine her carefully, and Harry and Ron nervously exchanged glances before sitting down on a few chairs that were not shining by candlelight, and watched closely.

Ginny and Colin walked directly to Clark's side.

"President." As the main powerful figure of the school magazine, employees like Ginny prefer to call him president rather than editor-in-chief.

Clark nodded imperceptibly, listening to them whisper about what had just happened.

Dumbledore's long, curved nose was only a foot away from Lady Loris's fur, and he looked closely through the half-moon lenses of his glasses, and stretched out his slender fingers, poking here and there.

Professor McGonagall also bent over, squinting her eyes and watching carefully, Snape standing behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looming, with a strange expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looking very penetrating.

Of the several people, only Lockhart was the most active, and he kept wandering around, giving his opinion from time to time.

"It must have been a powerful spell that killed it - probably the Transfiguration Torture Charm, I've seen others use it many times, unfortunately, I wasn't there at the time, I happened to know the solution to this spell, if I were there, maybe I could save it......"

Lockhart's comments were interrupted by painful sobs from Filch, the school administrator, who now looked more than ten years older, slumped in a chair at the table, hunched over his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

Clark looked at him and couldn't help but sigh and feel a little sympathy for him.

Although this guy has a bad attitude towards the little wizards, as a squib, working in a magic school, watching the little wizards next to him happily learn magic, this is a kind of torment for him, and he doesn't have any friends, maybe he dreams back at midnight, and the company of this cat is the only bit of sustenance in his heart.

On the other side, Harry was also worried, he had just had a conflict with Filch, the other party's cat was poisoned, it was hard not to suspect him, and if Headmaster Dumbledore believed Filch's nonsense, then he would definitely be kicked out of the school.

The room fell into an oppressive silence, and only Lockhart's chattering was particularly harsh.