The petrification continues, from the arms to the chest to the neck.

Then Lockhart found himself suddenly unable to breathe. His chest was as hard as marble, without any heaves.

The feeling of suffocation gave him no time to think.

As the gray petrification swept through him, Lockhart's only thought was that Dumbledore had all gone wrong.

This isn't a Slytherin Chamber at all.

Nor is it the heir of Slytherin.

Yes – Rowena Ravenclaw, she's back, with her true heir, back to the school of magic that bears her name!

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"Humph!" watched the clown in front of him gradually lose his life.

Owen—no—it was Lani's blue eyes that glanced at him, and then quietly walked away.

Truth be told, Lockhart wasn't her goal today.

She was looking for a lone Gryffindor wizard.

It's a pity that even the Lion Courtyard, which has always been known for its reckless husbands, did not dare to travel alone at night today.

After shaking for hours to no avail, she planned to go back first.

Anyway, the big play for the day is over, and Mr. Orbo should be sitting in his office in the Ministry of Magic with a bag of gold gallons and counting the money.

The bump into Lockhart was a pure accident.

The owl with a clever spirit took advantage of the elf's unpreparedness and flew out like a sharp sword.

It flickered and flickered in the air, as if anticipating the elf's methods.

It was the first time she had seen such a clever owl, and she followed her in curiosity.

It happened to chase Lockhart's office window and grab it.

It turned out to be Hedwig!

That's so smart.

It has to be said that Hagrid was able to throw Sirius off eight streets when it came to selecting magical beasts, after all, people are professionals.

Look at the owl Sirius had prepared for Ron.

Look at Harry's Hedwig again.

What a gap! Gap!

Lane had planned to leave after intercepting the letter, but after hearing Lockhart's disloyal and unrighteous public speech in a trance. She had just decided that she had to teach this Ravenclaw traitor a lesson today!

That's why she said that she was a Ravenclaw descendant.

That's for Lockhart, of course, but—no one says there can't be a Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, and her message on the wall doesn't say it's the house.

With that, she released Hedwig from her arms.

Four blue hands, stroking its feathers.

Dried its body of rain along the way.

"Help me bring a message to Dumbledore!" She pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket and magically recorded what had just happened.

And repeatedly warn the professor not to indulge in any more - Tom Riddle's third-person text adventure game!

I feel like finding a normal Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for the little wizard is the right thing to do!

After writing, she released Hedwig.

As for Lockhart?

Just let him stay here and repent!

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Early morning.

The rain that had been going on overnight was finally stopping.

The rain has become lighter.

Hogwarts became colder and damper, and many young wizards were reluctant to get out of bed.

Not to mention that something like that happened yesterday.

This leads directly.

The petrified Lockhart was not found until noon.

Or two of his fans

In an instant, the castle exploded!

In just a few hours, two adult wizards were killed!

This is Hogwarts, something that has never happened in nearly a hundred years.

The last time a professor was killed while teaching was in the 19th century, when the little wolf's grandfather was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a dark wizard who could terrify Voldemort was at school.

In an instant, whether it was a young wizard or an senior wizard.

One by one, they all became indignant.

There are even quite a few young wizards who are going to take a leave of absence, they want to go home, they have to send letters to their parents.

And then—

A few days later.

It was discovered that Hogwarts Castle seemed to be shrouded in some mysterious power.

Outside things can squeeze in, but their letters can't be sent.

At the same time, a second young wizard who was killed appeared.

It's Hufflepuff's second-year wizard, Justin!

A few hours after the incident, Owen, the bully from that house, issued an 'official announcement' - clamoring for the most brutal torture of the beautiful woman hiding in the dark, uh-dark wizard!

Dare to attack his friends.

Block his surname on Sanchez and he will definitely bring him to justice!

"Professor!"

"I'm still not very skilled with that obstacle spell, can you tell me more?"

Never before have the young wizards from Gryffindor listened so carefully to Professor Flitwick as they introduced a common Defence Against the Dark Arts spell.

"Of course, child, I could say it ten more times! Until you learn! Professor Flitwick, who was short in stature, said in surprise.

He had never felt so comfortable in class!

Behold, those eyes thirsting for knowledge, the blazing light that looks at themselves.

He's been coaching Hogwarts for so many years, and he's never seen so many of them once!

"Students who have already mastered the obstacle spell, you can try what we are going to talk about next, the fire spell! A dark magic defense spell with strong aggression! ”

Professor Flitwick even plans to open a dueling club that has been suspended at Hogwarts for many years!

With his ability as a dueling master, coupled with the involution of the little wizards, this year is definitely a year of harvest!

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"Professor McGonagall, how can you quickly transform and cast a spell?"

"I mean, if someone strikes me out of the blue, throws a curse at me, even a curse of death!"

During Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall is surrounded by a group of Hufflepuff wizards.

As an academy that has been corrupted by Owen's dark mind.

There is hardly anyone who does not know the three unforgivables.

Of course, they are also the little wizards who are most desperate to know how to defend against the Killing Curse.

"It takes a long time to practice, Mr. McMillan, there are no shortcuts to Transfiguration!" Behind Professor McGonagall's square glasses was her still-serious gaze.

The black hair curled into a high bun has a sleek taste.

It seems that Professor McGonagall had long expected that the young wizards would be particularly studious in the near future!

"Maybe you can practice it for a while, and the Becoming Bigger Spell with the Levitation Spell can also achieve certain results, but compared to the real Transfiguration Spell, it can only defend against a superficial Death Curse!"

"So—Professor, can you give more lectures after class? Actually, I-" McMillan was a little ashamed and couldn't speak, did he want to say all over the world that he was not even familiar with the Great Charm?

"Yes, Mr. McMillan, you can all stay, but I can't spare much time, the little wizards of Gryffindor are still waiting in line!"

Professor McGonagall had a shallow smile on her face.

Do these children finally know how to study seriously?

(End of chapter)