Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 57 The sense of urgency

When Ike heard the Parseltongue, Harry naturally heard it too.

One second his attention was on Malfoy, and the next second he was going to follow the sound.

However, now Harry couldn't leave at all.

"What happened?"

The gathered crowd attracted Filch, he squeezed through the crowd, saw Mrs. Norris lying on the ground at a glance, and immediately screamed: "What's wrong with you! Baby!"

Immediately, he stared at Harry with those red eyes, pointed at him and shouted loudly: "It's you! It's you! You killed my cat!"

"Argus." Dumbledore, who was a little slower, grabbed Filch, who wanted to fight the three of Harry, and the other professors followed closely behind.

Seeing the blood on the wall, Dumbledore inadvertently froze for a moment, then hugged Mrs. Norris, and said, "Okay, don't get together here..."

"The prefects take the students back to the dormitory, Argus, come with me." Dumbledore turned to look at the three of Harry, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Granger Miss."

"Minerva, please arrange for someone to send Sir Nicholas to Poppy..."

"Principal, why don't you go to my office, it's very close to here." Lockhart said suddenly in that gorgeous dress.

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly looked at Ike and greeted him, "Mr. Strayer, please follow me, I need your advice."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Ike nodded.

Stuart and Terry on the side looked at Ike with worried eyes. Ike shook his head with a smile, waved his hands again, and followed.

Ike is very familiar with Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and he came here a lot last year.However, it has completely changed now.

When Quirrell was still here, it was dark and dark. There were boxes of all sizes piled up in the room. Now that the boxes are gone, the walls are covered with portraits of Lockhart.

When everyone came in, Lockhart in the portrait seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly hid, and when he reappeared, he had already changed into Lockhart's same style of clothes.

Lockhart lit a candle, lighting up the office, and stepped aside.Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean desk and began to examine it carefully.

For a moment, everyone looked at Dumbledore nervously.Dumbledore bent down, his face was even close to Mrs. Norris's hair, poking here and there with his fingers.Professor McGonagall also bent down and stood opposite Dumbledore, squinting and observing.Professor Snape stood aside, his eyes glanced at the bewildered Harry and the three from time to time, and occasionally gave Ike a weird look.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were more casual, chatting in low voices beside them, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Lockhart also leaned over to have a look, touched his chin, and said confidently: "It must have been killed by a spell, maybe it was the Transfiguration Torture Curse. I have seen people use this spell when I was traveling before. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time, I happened to know how to break the curse, and I could have saved..."

"It's not dead, Filch." Dumbledore said, poking Mrs. Norris' stiff body with his wand again, and nodded, "It's petrified."

"Petrification?" Filch, who was still crying, suddenly froze for a moment, and choked up, "Is my Mrs. Norris not dead?"

"I assure you, Argus, it's not dead," Dumbledore replied.

"Yes, I think so too," interposed Lockhart, "however, I haven't figured out why."

"It was him!" Filch pointed at Harry suddenly. "He did it! You saw what he wrote on the wall. He found out my secret. He knew I was... a... Squib!"

"I didn't even touch Mrs. Norris!" Harry shouted back. "I don't even know what a Squib is!"

"You're lying!" Filch was very excited, and he was about to grab Harry with his hand, but Professor Snape stopped him with one hand.

There was a sneer at the corner of Snape's mouth, and he stared at Harry with emotionless eyes, and said, "Please allow me to say something, Dumbledore..."

"Maybe Potter and his friends just happened to be there at that time, but at the same time, he also needs to explain to us why he didn't come to the dinner?"

"We have received an invitation from Sir Nicholas to attend the Deathday Dinner!" Hermione replied hastily, "There are hundreds of ghosts who can testify to us!"

"We'll find out later, Miss Granger," Snape said, "but that doesn't explain why you didn't go to the dinner..."

"Also, why is Sir Nicholas there?"

"I...we're tired and want to go back to bed first!" Harry stammered back, "Let's go first, Sir Nicholas may...maybe came to look for us..."

"Oh!" Snape snorted coldly, turned to look at Dumbledore, "Obviously, Mr. Potter and his little friends are not telling the truth, I think we should take some measures..."

"Maybe a little Veritaserum will teach them what honesty is."

"We won't do that, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a probing look, "There is no direct evidence that they are guilty."

"But my cat..." Filch was very anxious, but Dumbledore interrupted him by slightly raising his hand, "It's just petrified, we can cure it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Professor Sprout and asked, "Pomona, is the mandrake growing well?"

"They're fantastic," Sprout replied.

Dumbledore nodded when he heard the words, with a light tone in his tone: "Very good, I know a potion formula that can undo their petrification, so don't worry, Argus."

"As for you..." Dumbledore looked at the three of Harry, "you can go..."

Looking at Ike again: "Mr. Strider, you still need to wait."

The three of Harry bowed hastily to the professors in the room, and left in a hurry.When they reached the fourth floor, Harry dragged Ron and Hermione into a classroom.

Gently closing the door, Harry whispered, "I heard that voice again!"

"What?" Ron was a little confused, "What sound?"

"Right at that line, I heard that voice again!" Harry looked anxious, "It...it said, the next one is me!"

"You should have told Dumbledore just now, Harry." The little witch's tone was serious.

"Don't say it!" Ron said hastily, "It's not a good sign to hear voices that others can't hear, even in the wizarding world."

"Don't you believe me, Ron?"

"Of course I believe you, but you have to admit, the whole thing is weird..."

"I know it's weird!" said Harry. "The writing on the wall is one thing, and the voice is another!"

"But Ron, it said..."

"The next one is me!"

(End of this chapter)