The two of them hurried over, and between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the ground, some handwriting was smeared, and the emblem glowed in the light of the burning torches.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heirs, be wary.

"Ginny! What the hell is going on here? Did they do it? ”

Harry pointed to a dark shadow hanging there with his hand.

It was Lady Loris, the janitor's cat, with its tail hanging from the torch holder, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open, staring straight at it.

"Ginny, you speak."

Ron grabbed Ginny's shoulder and shook it, she looked stunned.

"Hmph, Weasley, don't pour dirty water on me."

Malfoy sneered and said, "Goyle and Crabbe and I just went out for a walk, and that's exactly what happened to me, and I suspect she did it." ”

"What should I do?" Harry knew that now was not the time to argue with Malfoy, "We need to get out of here." ”

However, it was too late. A low clamor of noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the feast had just ended. From both ends of the corridor they were in, the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs and the cheerful laughter of people after a full meal could be heard. Then, the students pushed and shoved into the aisle from both ends.

When the person in front saw the upside-down cat, the boisterous and chirping suddenly disappeared. The students fell silent and rushed forward to see the horrific scene.

The older students whispered to each other in the middle of the crowd, saying "Chamber of Secrets" and "Slytherin".

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

Filch was drawn to the immobile crowd, and he squeezed his shoulders through the crowd. Then he saw Lady Loris, who stumbled back a few steps and grabbed his face with his hand in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Lady Loris?" He screamed.

"You have to pay the price!" Filch wasn't stupid, and from the standing of those present, he could tell that Harry and Malfoy, who were surrounded by them, were the first to be there.

Dumbledore arrived at the scene, followed by many other teachers, and Luo Cheng was naturally among them.

"Don't worry about Filch, I'll take care of it."

Dumbledore said, and then untied Lady Loris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch." He said to Filch, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Weasley, and Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Goyle, and Mr. Crabbe. ”

Lockhart hurried forward - he wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

"My office is the closest to here, and the headmaster—it's upstairs—you can—"

"Thank you, Gildero." Dumbledore said, "And Professor Luo Cheng, come along." ”

The silent crowd parted to both sides and let them pass. Lockhart was very excited, and he hurried after Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall and Snape, the deans of the students involved, followed.

Dumbledore placed Lady Loris on the polished table and began to examine it carefully. The tip of Dumbledore's long, hooked nose almost touched the fur on Lady Loris. He scrutinized it through the lenses of his half-moon glasses, his slender fingers poking and poking here and there. Professor McGonagall squinted over the cat, her face almost touching the cat. Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looking eerie. The expression on his face was strange: as if he was desperately trying to restrain himself from laughing. Lockhart wandered around them, incessantly giving advice.

"It must have been a spell that killed it—probably a Transfiguration Torture Spell. I've seen people use this spell many times, and I'm sorry I wasn't there, I happened to know the spell and could have saved it......"

Lockhart's words were interrupted by Filch's tearless crying. Filch slumped in a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

At this point, Dumbledore whispered something strange and tapped Lady Loris with his wand, but there was no response: Lady Loris lay there stiff, like a freshly made specimen.

"I remember something very similar in Ouagadougou," Mr. Lockhart said, "and a series of attacks, detailed in my autobiography." At that time, I provided all kinds of amulets to the common people, and the problem was solved at once......"

The chattering Lockhart made Luo Cheng feel very bored, what could be more unbearable than a rookie who kept pretending to be in front of your eyes and showing off false knowledge?

"Be quiet, Lockhart, the cat isn't dead."

Luo Cheng said.

"Huh? Not dead? Professor Luo Cheng, maybe you don't know much about our Defence Against the Dark Arts field, I was—"

Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, Filch." He whispered.

Dumbledore's words caused Lockhart to stop abruptly.

"Not dead?" Filch choked up, looking at Mrs. Loris through his fingers, "Then why is it all over—all body stiff, as if it was frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said.