"Professor, I don't think the cat is dead."

Clark's sudden voice broke the oppressive atmosphere in the office.

Lockhart was still talking about his past exploits.

“…… I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadougou. ”

He said with great certainty, "It was a series of vicious attacks, which I have recorded in detail in my autobiography. I provided the local civilians with all kinds of magic amulets, and the problem was solved in an instant......"

When he said this, the pictures of Lockhart hanging on the wall also nodded in agreement, but Clark's words suddenly made him stunned in embarrassment, "What, not dead?" ”

At this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore was leaning over the table, muttering strange incantations and tapping Lady Loris's body with his old wand.

Unfortunately, nothing had happened, and Lady Loris lay there stiff, like a freshly made taxidermy.

"Mr. Prewett is right," Dumbledore straightened up, "it's not dead, Filch. ”

"Not dead?" Filch said even more, sneaking a peek through his fingers, "Then why is she...... Why is the whole body ...... Stiff all over, as if frozen? ”

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said with certainty, glancing at Clarke, "but I don't know what happened......

"Possibly some kind of petrification spell." Clark offered another direction.

Lockhart hurriedly changed his tone at this time, "Ah! Oh, yes! I think so too! ”

"Ask him!" Fell suddenly screamed loudly, turning his sore old face to Harry, who was cowering to the side.

"It's impossible for a second-year wizard to do that," Dumbledore said firmly, "it requires a great deal of knowledge of the dark arts, and a very strong soul, and I don't think Harry has reached that level." ”

Under the watchful eye of the crowd, Harry struggled to stare at his innocent emerald green eyes to prove that he was indeed not that smart, as Professor Dumbledore had claimed.

However, people in grief always lose their minds.

"He did it, he did it!"

Filch splattered, his fat and sagging cheeks turning purple with anger.

"Just because I called him to the office and got ready to ...... As he was about to criticize him, he held a grudge against my Lady Loris. ”

Filch's face twitched horribly, looking a little distorted, "He's just getting revenge!" ”

Naturally, Harry couldn't admit his accusations, and said loudly, "I didn't touch Lady Loris!" ”

"Mr. Filch, I have to remind you that two of my friends were with Harry at the time. They could testify that Harry didn't do it at the time. ”

"Nonsense!" Filch growled, "Those imps are all with him, and they took Harry from me. ”

The sharp-toothed Ginny couldn't stand this anger and immediately replied: "To be honest, if we really had this ability, we wouldn't just use it on one cat." ”

"Ginny, shut up!" Clark turned his head and whispered at her, and Ginny pursed her lips in disdain.

At that moment, Professor Snape, who had been hiding in the shadows, spoke.

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster."

Harry began to feel ominous in his heart, and he believed that Snape was definitely not trying to be a good man at this moment.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old yin and yang man.

"Perhaps, Potter and his friends just happened to arrive at a not-so-good place at a not-so-good time."

Snape's lips moved, and a slight sneer appeared as if he were deeply suspicious of it.

"But we're really in a situation where we're in a series of doubts, why on earth are they going down the hallway above?

I saw that Harry was still wearing his Quidditch training outfit, and at this point he was supposed to be hungry and was in the Great Hall with his friends for dinner. ”

Ron, Ginny, and Colin all looked at Harry.

"Because...... Because ......" Harry opened his mouth to prophesy, but the next moment, he reacted.

He vaguely felt that if he told them that a ghostly voice that only he could hear had led him there, then this reason would not be tenable.

"Because we're tired and want to go to bed earlier." He changed his reasoning.

Snape, however, wasn't Lockhart, and wasn't so easy to fool.

"Skipping dinner?" A smug smile flashed across his thin face, "I think you should be hungry after strenuous activity." ”

As if to match his words, Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Snape's ugly smile was even more pronounced.

"My opinion is, Headmaster, Potter isn't exactly telling the truth." He said.

"Maybe we should revoke some of his privileges until he tells us what happened. Personally, I think it's best to let him go out of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and wait until he's honest. ”

"Honestly, Severus." Professor McGonagall wouldn't let him do that, of course, snapped.

"I don't think there's a reason why the kid shouldn't be allowed to play, the cat wasn't hit in the head with a broomstick, and there's no evidence that Potter did anything wrong."

"You need to know how ...... this is to Hogwarts"

Clark didn't say a word on the side, watching the two professors not give in to each other, like cockfights.

At this time, Dumbledore also glanced at Harry with an inquiring gaze, and Clarke could clearly detect a soul fluctuation, and the old guy would use the Dementor again.

But of course he didn't get anything, because it wasn't Harry's doing.

So then, things are going in a similar direction to the original book.

After determining that the mandrakes planted by Professor Sprout could relieve Lady Loris, Dumbledore did not embarrass our little savior and waved them away.

But just as Clark turned to leave with them, Professor Dumbledore stopped him.

"Mr. Prewitt, please wait a minute."

He walked up to Clark and stared at him with blazing blue eyes, which made Clark almost feel like he was going to be seen through.

"I hope you can give us a little more time."

Dumbledore's words were endless, but Clarke instantly understood what he meant, begging him not to publish what had happened tonight in the Hogwarts Magazine and the Daily Prophet.

Don't say a word about the Chamber of Secrets.

As for whether the little wizards who know about this will write to their parents to tell them, some rumors cannot be compared with the authoritative media.

Clark neither refused nor agreed, but just looked Dumbledore in the eye and said, "The masses have the right to know the truth. ”

Dumbledore sighed, "Then make sure they know the truth." ”

"I can't hold this matter down for too long, so you should do it as soon as possible."

Clark turned and left the office, closing the door with his hand, leaving the professors in the room, unsure of what to discuss.

Outside the office, Harry and the others hadn't left yet, they were all waiting for him.

The group left the third floor where Professor Lockhart was at the fastest pace, almost running.

They went upstairs, picked an empty classroom, slipped in, and gently closed them.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the faces of his friends in the darkness and asked them, "You say, should I tell them about the voice I heard?" ”

"Don't say it!" Without thinking, Ron said, "It's not a good sign to hear voices that others can't hear, even in the wizarding world. ”

Harry picked up a little bit of his words and quickly asked, "You believe me, don't you?" ”

"Of course I believe it," Ron looked at him without hesitation, and as a friend, he was more than qualified.

Harry looked at Clark again, who he thought was more reliable than Ron.

"Of course I believe you."

Clark also said without hesitation, which made Harry's heart warm, at least he still had friends around him who trusted him.

"Because the basilisk itself was released by me." Clark muttered to himself, then looked at Harry, "But...... You have to admit that this thing is bizarre. ”

"Of course I know it's bizarre." Harry said in frustration, "The whole thing is bizarre, and the words on the wall, who must have written it, 'Chamber of Secrets, Treasure, Slytherin', is there really a Slytherin treasure in Hogwarts castles?" ”

"I don't know," Ron said slowly, "but I remember someone telling me a story about the secret rooms at Hogwarts school...... Probably Bill...... By the way, Clark probably knows, after all, he knows so much. ”

So the eyes turned to Clark again.

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Clark pondered for a moment, "Of course I know that. ”

However, under the expectant gaze of everyone, he opened the classroom door and walked out first, "However, it's not too early." ”

Somewhere a bell began to match his words, and it was time to tell.

"So I think we'd better go to bed before Professor Snape finds out about us, lest he frame us for other reasons."

"Oh, no! Don't be like that, Clarke. Ron groaned.

For some time to come, the entire Hogwarts castle talked about the murder of Lady Loris, and for young wizards, treasure, secret rooms, and adventure were always linked

Filch always walks by where his pet has been attacked, as if he thinks the killer will come again, which makes everyone's memory of the incident still fresh in everyone's mind.

Occasionally, they could see the Administrator vigorously wiping down the wall, but no matter what stain remover he used, it still didn't work, and the words remained intact on the wall, attracting the attention of everyone who came to visit.

And when Filch is no longer protecting the scene, he sneaks through the aisles, hunting down students he doesn't like, trying to lock them up on outrageous charges of "breathing too loudly" or "looking too happy".

Anyway, because of the secret room, the atmosphere of the whole school began to be different.

On this day, Harry, who had lunch in a hurry, went upstairs to the library with Ron to find Clark, who had been staying with Hermione for the past few days.

The two find Clark in the back of the library, who is doing his history of magic homework.

Professor Bincy asked them to write a 3-foot-long essay on "The Evolution of the Wizarding Duel Tournament."

"Ah, that's great, cousin, you're almost done, and I'm 8 inches away." Ron licked his face and said, "Hermione has already made 4 feet 7 inches, too, and her words are still small. ”

"Let you listen to the lectures in class normally, but you don't listen." Clark glanced at them.

"Isn't Hermione with you?" Harry said as he grabbed the tape measure and began to measure his homework.

"She's over there." Clark didn't look up, his fingers pointing along the bookshelf, "Looking for another book." ”

It was just then that Hermione stepped out of the bookshelf, looking a little agitated, but finally spoke to them.

"All the books related to Hogwarts history have been borrowed," she said, sitting next to Harry and Ron.

"And even if it's a queue, it's going to be two weeks later, and I wish I hadn't left my own book at home, but I can't fill my suitcase, because there's still Lockhart's books to fill."

"What do you want that book for?" Harry asked curiously.

"For the same reason as everyone else who wants this book," Hermione said, spreading her hands, "the legend of the Slytherin Secret Chamber." ”

"Why don't you know? Didn't you ask Clark? Ron asked.

"No," Hermione pulled out her homework, "of course I know, Clark has already told me." It's just that the Hogwarts School Magazine might publish this, so I'll need to find something written so I can give credit to it. ”

Hearing this, Ron turned to Clark again.

"Cousin, you didn't say anything last time I asked you, and in order to soothe my wounded heart, I think you should not only tell me about the Slytherin Vault, but also show me your homework."

Clark smacked the back of his hand that was reaching for his homework, causing Ron to grin in pain.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" Clark rolled up the parchment on which he had written his homework, "You have to do your homework." ”

Seeing Ron and Harry's disappointed eyes, he said again.

"Of course, I can do it about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

"Let me think about it," Clark said slowly, "oh, there's a legend about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, one of many legends about Hogwarts. ”

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