I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Mrs. Norris

Everyone also realized that this is not the place to talk.

"Harry, I'll support you. Ron and Hermione will lead the way, hurry up." Orlando grabbed Harry's shoulder with one hand, but he didn't see how hard he was, Harry felt like he was going to fly .

"Orlando, this voice is still following us, it's moving, moving up."

Harry looked up at the ceiling, feeling a sudden mixture of horror and excitement; how could it possibly move up?Could it be a ghost, and the stone ceiling would not be able to stop it?

"Orlando, do you think it might be a ghost?"

"It's unlikely, Harry, the time limit for Ping Anfu has not yet expired. I don't believe that ghost can avoid it and come into direct contact with you."

Orlando said without looking back.

"Could pass through a stone ceiling, what else could it be but a ghost?"

"I don't know either, but I'm sure it's not a ghost."

Harry began to doubt his own judgment. After all, in his opinion, Orlando must have something unique to be a ghost messenger. He thought that this monster was not a ghost, and it was very likely that it was not.

Several people quickened their pace, and they could already hear the laughter in the auditorium.

Just as he was about to jump up the steps, Orlando stopped suddenly and looked at the corridor vigilantly. Harry also seemed to hear something, and he screamed, "It's going to kill people!"

"Hermione, stop Ron." Orlando yelled, and threw Harry over.

"Stay here, I'll go and have a look." Orlando took out the periscope and put it on his head.

"What are these?" Hermione had never seen such weird glasses.

"This is a magic tool, it is my alchemy work." Orlando couldn't explain too much, so he replied casually.

Holding the psychic bracelet in his left hand and the magic wand, he leaned over cautiously.

I saw, at the bottom of the corridor, a cat, whose body was as stiff as a plank, with its tail hanging on the torch bracket, and its eyes were wide open, staring straight at him.

There was a large pool of water on the ground, and some handwriting was smeared on the wall one foot above the ground, which shimmered under the reflection of the burning torch.

Driven by curiosity, Harry and the others followed quietly. After seeing this line of writing on the wall, they screamed, and saw the words on the wall: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

Orlando took off the periscope, he was sure that it was the masterpiece of the basilisk, "Harry, please notify the professor to come over as soon as possible, I will protect the scene here."

Harry nodded, and the three trotted to the auditorium.

Then, Professor McGonagall rushed over, followed by students swarming in.

"Orlando, what's the matter?"

"Professor, you will understand after reading this." Orlando pointed to the wall.

Professor McGonagall, who noticed something was wrong, looked in the direction Orlando pointed, and then took a breath.

At this time, it was too late to stop the students. From both ends of the corridor, the sound of hundreds of feet climbing up the stairs, as well as people chatting and laughing happily after eating and drinking.

Then, the students crowded into the aisle from both ends.When the people in front saw the upside-down cat, the buzzing and chattering suddenly disappeared.

In Orlando, Professor McGonagall stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students fell silent all of a sudden, crowding forward to watch this terrifying scene.

In this silence, no one spoke loudly, and they all looked at Orlando with strange eyes.

"Let's all disperse, prefects of each college, please organize the students of this grade to return to their respective lounges, now, immediately, immediately." Professor McGonagall shouted.

The students dispersed step by step, and Orlando vaguely heard Draco Malfoy talking excitedly to others, "He who is the enemy of the heir will be the next one, this mudblood."

"What happened here? What happened?" At this moment, Filch staggered out of the crowd.

When he saw his cat, the petrified hanging cat, he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" he screamed.

At this moment, his protruding eyes looked at Orlando.

"You," he screamed, "you, you must have killed my cat, you killed it, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to..."

Orlando is not the one who won't fight back when he suffers, so he let out a low snort: "Ho!" The weakened version of the sonic boom made Filch dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Filch, please remain calm. I am not the murderer of this cat. On the contrary, I discovered it and notified Professor McGonagall in time." Orlando, who didn't want to make people think he was domineering, still explained.

At this time, Dumbledore, who was late, arrived at the scene, followed by many other teachers.He walked right past them and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Orlando, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

At this time, Lockhart hurried over and said, "My office is the closest to here, Headmaster, it's upstairs, I think you can—"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

Orlando followed Dumbledore, and a group of several people went up the stairs. The crowd of onlookers were silent, and consciously parted to the two sides to make way for them.

When they entered Lockhart's dimly lit office, Orlando noticed that the pictures on the wall suddenly became agitated. Several pictures showed Lockhart hiding in a panic, with curlers in their hair.

Then the real Lockhart lit a candle on the table and stepped back.

Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.Harry, Ron, and Hermione were next to Orlando. They looked nervous and didn't dare to speak out. Orlando pulled them to find a few chairs near the wall and sat down.

The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the fur on Mrs. Norris's body. He looked at it carefully through the half-moon glasses, and his slender fingers poked lightly here and there.

Professor McGonagall bent over, his face was almost touching the cat, and he squinted his eyes carefully.

Lockhart hovered around them, constantly scheming.

Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, not speaking.Then he took a few steps back, came to Orlando and asked in a low voice, "What's going on here?"

"I don't know, professor. I was passing by the stairs and felt the unusual fluctuation of magic power in the corridor, so I rushed over immediately. Then I saw that scene. Then I realized that something was wrong, so I asked Harry and the others to notify Professor McGonagall, you have also seen what happened later."

(End of this chapter)