Regardless, Harry decided to follow Hermione's advice and talk to Amosta Blaine, or he would have to be driven crazy by the strange stares and terrible gossip before the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets turned someone into stone lumps again.

He went back to his dorm room to change into clean clothes and tried to smooth out his hair in front of the mirror, as it would make him look less rebellious.

"You've done it in vain, dear!" The gold-patterned mirror in the dormitory said in a whirring voice.

"Thanks for the reminder!" Harry replied with an annoyed expression.

Harry made it to Mr. Bryan's office at dinner time, so that he would not have to face too many gloating stares on the road, but on the third floor, he stumbled upon Argus Filch, the castle keeper.

Filch seemed to have just burst into tears, his frighteningly bulging eyes flushed, and the snot hanging from under his ugly nose had dragged down his chin, and when he spotted Harry, he immediately restrained his embarrassed expression and stared at him viciously like a wounded hyena.

"Someone will get the punishment they deserve, Potter, it won't be long before!"

"What do you mean, Mr. Filch..."

Harry's voice was faint as if someone had grabbed him by the throat, and he desperately wanted to figure out what Filch meant, but alas, Filch stared at him with a series of sneers and left.

Filch was on his way to report himself, there's no doubt about it.

Harry couldn't deceive himself that this was not the case, and his heart was pounding, and he wanted to walk away, because he was afraid that the Investigator had accepted Filch's designation, and that he had gone to his office to get into his own trap.

Eventually, though, he knocked on the door of Blaine's office, because he was a ruthless man who could beat Dumbledore in his fifth year, and if he made up his mind to send himself to prison, Harry couldn't think of anyone other than Headmaster Dumbledore who could save him.

After getting permission to enter, the door to the office opened on its own, and Harry stood in the doorway, looking at the room in fear, afraid that a rope would fly over and tie him up in a second.

With the exception of Headmaster Dumbledore's characteristic round office, Mr. Bryan's office was the largest Harry had ever seen, and of course, there was nothing surprising about it, as it was converted from a classroom.

The fireplace in the wall on the other side of the mosaic window warmed the room, and on the innermost side were desks, bookshelves, and a simple bed, and there was a strange smell in the air, as if Mr. Bryan had survived potions in the room.

The most interesting thing in the room was the wall to the right of the door, the whole wall was obscured by a large black curtain, behind which a faint light could be faintly seen, and somehow, Harry suddenly thought of the movie theater in the Muggle world, although they had never taken him to the movies when they were at the Dursleys, but Harry had seen it a few times on TV.

"So, are you going to stand there and talk to me, Mr. Potter?" Amosta behind the desk smiled softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bryan." Harry quickly closed the door and walked in, not forgetting to explain as he approached his desk, "I'm just a little curious about the wall..."

"Understandable." Amosta said with a smile as he beckoned Harry to sit down, and he walked over to the fireplace to make tea.

"I don't have any good drinks to entertain you, so if you don't dislike it, some tea, Mr. Potter--"

As Amosta walked back with his tea, Harry was drawn to the frame on Mr. Blaine's desk, which showed a picture of an elderly man with Mr. Blaine, who had nothing to say, probably some elder who was close to Mr. Blaine.

To Harry's surprise, Mr. Bryan, who was about Percy's size in the photo, looked a little off.

"Thank you."

Harry took the hot tea in a panic, glanced at Mr. Burn's slightly haggard face, and then he understood why he felt something was wrong.

Because Mr. Brian in the photo when he was a student has a pair of brown eyes similar to Hermione, but the investigator standing in front of him has wonderful lilac eyes.

Is it the effect of magic? Harry was in a trance, but then he woke up to the fact that now was not the time to think about it.

"Are you wondering why the color of my eyes isn't quite right?"

Amosta leaned back in his chair with his tea, the hazy mist making his expression a little blurred, but judging by the tone, it was not the kind of angry question that was mixed with offense.

"It's... Oh, it's not! Harry said embarrassedly.

Sitting across from him, the nervous little wizard made Amosta laugh, no matter how famous Harry Potter was, no matter how brilliant his future was, at least for now, the immaturity and youth he showed had not departed from Amosta's perception of a second-year young wizard.

"Presumably, you've just met Mr. Filch, right?" Amosta took a sip of bitter tea, and his voice was gentle.

As Mr. Blaine began to speak, Harry suddenly remembered the abrupt encounter he had with Ron and Hagrid near Professor McGonagall's office during the Christmas holidays, and that Ron's evaluation of Mr. Blaine afterwards was very similar to that of Headmaster Dumbledore, and Harry didn't feel too much at the time, but now, he had a certain approval of Ron's opinion.

Unlike Professor Snape or Professor McGonagall, who have a stern aura wherever they go, Mr. Bryan is feared by his tolerant, gentle temperament, a high degree of repression that comes with a natural self-confidence that makes you feel no desire to rebel.

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I see Filch... The way he looks... It was like crying just a lot. Harry nodded hesitantly.

"What do you think it is for, Mr. Potter?"

Amosta asked with interest as he blew away the floating leaves on the surface of the tea.

Harry's gaze flickered over the collar of Amosta's old wizarding robes, but he didn't speak, because it was a question that didn't need to be answered.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost rendered, Amosta was not ready to scare Harry anymore, he put down the teacup and prepared to go straight in, but he didn't expect Harry, who had been silent, to suddenly muster up his courage, and he looked directly into Amosta's eyes with his shining and tough emerald eyes,

"Mr. Bryan, you also think I'm... Slytherin heirs, do you think I opened the Chamber of Secrets? ”

ps: The nucleic acid result is abnormal, and I went to do a single-tube test again, which annoyed people