Ginny was a freshman after all. She had been at Hogwarts for less than a month.

When I was in the first grade, if it weren't for Melda, I don't know how many times I would have to go the wrong way.

Even now, there were places at Hogwarts Castle that he hadn't visited.

It's normal to get lost in the castle.

It's happening every day.

Thinking of this, Harry hurriedly chased after him.

...

"Where did you go?"

Harry remembered that Ginny was coming this way, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?

"What is this?"

Around the corner of the hallway, a textbook seemed to have fallen in the dim light.

"Is it Ginny's?" Harry didn't think much of it, and hurriedly walked over and bent down to pick up the book, which looked like a book.

It wasn't a textbook, it was a notebook, maybe the student's diary, Harry thought thoughtfully.

Holding the notebook in his hand, a palpable chilling sensation came. Its black cover is very shabby, like something very old.

Harry then flipped through the pages, only to find them blank.

Only the title page has a name vaguely written.

Tom Riddle

"Tom Riddle?"

Harry repeated the unfamiliar name a few times, convinced he had never heard of it.

As T.O.D. grew, he knew the seniors of many other houses, but Harry was sure that none of them were named Tom Riddle.

"Let's go back to the lounge first!"

Putting away his notebook, he hurriedly ran towards Gryffindor's tower.

Ron, Seamus, Melda, he knew that if he went back late, there would be nothing left for dinner.

All the way from the dungeon to the second floor. (The lower floor of Hogwarts is called the Dungeon...) The Potions classroom, Professor Snape's office, and the Slytherin common room are all in the basement. ）

"Huh? What is that? ”

Suddenly, a strange appearance on a wall in the hallway on the second floor caught Harry's attention.

After walking in, a strong smell of blood came to my face.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heirs, beware."

Harry stared at the bright red lettering on the wall, his stomach churning.

"That's it!" The 'blood' that was still flowing stinged Harry's forehead deeply, and he 'hissed' why his forehead suddenly hurt. However, a momentary shift in his gaze drew Harry's attention to a familiar creature on the brazier in the corner, stiffly suspended in mid-air.

"Filch's cat, Lady Loris."

Harry was very familiar with the scrawny, dark-gray brown cat with bulging eyes like Filch's.

As a Gryffindor student, the cat always looked at them with a watchful eye. It seemed that they were going to file a complaint against Filch in the next moment, which of course had a lot to do with their constant running around at night.

"Who's where?"

While speaking, the dinner party in the auditorium had just ended, and a large number of young wizards came over in twos and threes.

Filch, the leader, noticed Harry around the corner at a glance.

"What are you doing there?"

Filch came over with some disgust, limping under his feet, and almost falling because the ground was full of water.

He stomped into the waves, then staggered several steps before regaining his footing.

"Who told you to pour water here, you mischievous—" Filch hadn't finished speaking.

was attracted by Lady Loris on the torch holder.

"Lady Loris?!"

"You killed my cat!" Filch whispered tremblingly.

Harry could feel the trembling from an endless rage.

"No," Harry responded.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I'm going to kill you." Filch rushed over in a frenzy, grabbed Harley by the collar and yelled at him.

"No, I just happened to get here, I didn't kill anything." Harry denied it loudly as well, breaking free of Filch's grasp.

However, it was clear that neither Filch nor the young wizards present believed Harry very much.

Gryffindor's relationship with Filch is basically like fire and water.

Fred George once caught Filch's cat and hung it from the eaves.

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like a big deal for Harry to kill the cat right now.

"Harry Potter, killed Filch's cat." Vincent Crabbe, the Slytherin student closest to Harry, suddenly yelled behind him.

"I didn't." Harry hurriedly retorted.

It's a pity that he didn't notice until this time that the little wizards around him were basically Slytherins, and there were only a few Ravenclaw students among them.

He's in a bad situation, and his friends aren't there.

"Get out of the way, what are you doing standing here?"

Suddenly, a stern voice came from behind the young wizards.

It was Professor McGonagall, who squeezed through the crowd and walked over with the professors.

"Oh my God!"

Seeing the words on the wall and the tragic condition of Filch's cat, McGonagall let out an exclamation and turned her head away.

"The professor is not me, I haven't done anything."

Seeing Professor McGonagall approaching, Harry immediately explained.

"Minerva, that cat has been petrified." As a professor of herbology, Pomona Sprout saw at a glance that Lady Loris was actually petrified.

She was planting a batch of mandrakes, which were specifically designed to treat petrification, so she was familiar with it.

"Probably a little trick on Weasley's part." Suddenly, a familiar figure walked through the Slytherin students.

The voice was so iconic that Harry knew immediately that it was Snape.

"Harry Potter, I've just been working on potions in my classroom, so I won't have this time."

Snape stared at Filch coldly, then at Professor McGonagall, "I think he just had the bad luck of being in the wrong place." ”

"But, Professor." Filch clearly didn't buy the explanation, and he still spat hysterically at the professors, as if trying to confirm Harry's crimes.

"Alright, Filch. As Professor Sprout said, your cat is just petrified, but I think Professor Sprout will cure your cat. ”

"Now..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the crowd of young wizards and said, "Everyone go back to the dormitory at once." ”

"Harry, you come with me."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall gave Harry a deliberate look. Then he walked upstairs.

Later, a group of young wizards also scattered, and under the leadership of the prefect, they returned to their homes with this shocking news.

Most of them are Slytherins, of course.

Only Filch stood still and yelled at Harry, who had already walked away, "I'll make you pay, I will." ”

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