days at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Prepare!Gaunt House
Draco looked at the still and stiff cat hanging there, and seemed to feel his body go cold and stiff too.He realized who the murderer was, and turned his head to look at Crabbe in the Slytherin crowd.

Crabbe grew paler and paler.Sensing Draco's gaze, Crabbe grinned at him, baring his sharp teeth.

Draco thought of his father's advice, remembered the conversation with Loren, and he brought his own thoughts from a year ago, thinking about what he would say and do at that time.

"Those who are enemies of the heir, be careful! The next one is you, Mudblood!" He squeezed in front of the crowd and said loudly with his neck stuck.Just like a playboy, pure-blooded.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

"My cat! My cat! What's the matter with Mrs. Norris?"

"You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you..."

Attracted by the shouting, Filch saw Mrs. Norris hanging on the wall, as if struck by lightning, he couldn't believe it, and then screamed at Harry.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore arrived just in time to hear the last words and signaled Filch to calm down.

He calmly stepped forward to untie Mrs. Norris from the torch holder, and then greeted Filch, "Come with me, Argus. And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley."

The principal took the victim's family and the suspect to the staff lounge. He remained serious throughout the process, pretending to be totally ignorant.

Loren: "..."

Principal, you really know how to act.

"The prefects of each college brought everyone back to the dormitory. Besides, the truth of the matter has not been found out yet, please don't make unfounded guesses." After Professor McGonagall explained, he turned and hurriedly followed the headmaster's footsteps.

The prefects organized a team and took the little wizards back to the common room.

Although Professor McGonagall warned everyone not to speculate wildly, how could such a thing happen in the castle without talking about it.The little wizards gathered in twos and threes, discussing in low voice with their acquaintances.

In the Slytherin team, Draco laughed loudly at Harry, prompting a burst of echoing laughter.

"What does it mean that the chamber of secrets has been opened?" Hannah Abbott asked Ernie beside her in a low voice.

Ernie MacMillan, a young wizard who was sorted into Hufflepuff with Hannah.

"I don't know." He looked around and didn't want others to hear him, and beckoned Justin Fenriely closer: "I think you should be careful, Malfoy just said Mudblood."

There was a sudden thunder outside the castle, which made Justin turn pale with fright. He hurriedly quickened his pace and hurried back to the Hufflepuff lounge.

At the end of Ginny and the main team, Hermione was next to Loren. She was a little worried: "Harry and Ron left too early from the Deathday Party. They must have discovered something. When they return to the lounge, we will ask carefully. .”

"Don't worry, with the principal here, nothing will happen." Loren complained in his heart, obviously it was because of the principal that something happened.

Luna came to Hermione and Loren, holding hands.

Ginny's lips were pressed together, clearly worried about Harry...and Ron.

Luna, wearing a lion's headgear roughly carved out of a pumpkin that looked like Hagrid's work, asked in an ethereal voice, "It's going to be all right, isn't it?"

Loren noticed that Luna asked "it", and looked at Luna's silver eyes involuntarily.

She had seen that Mrs. Norris was not dead, so she asked such a question.At that time, Mrs. Norris's limbs were hanging on the torch brackets, so stiff that they were like corpses. Even Filch, the cat's owner, thought it was dead.

Luna can tell the difference between life and death. Could it be that her eyes also have strange vision, seeing things that others cannot see?
Luna's eyebrows are very light, her skin is cold and white, and her eyeballs are a little protruding, making her eyes look big.At this moment, the girl was blinking her bright silver eyes, expecting Loren's answer.

Loren nodded: "Headmaster Dumbledore is here, it's fine."

Hermione tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that the tone of this sentence was strange.

……

Gryffindor common room.

A group of young wizards sat neatly on the sofa, waiting for Harry and Ron to come back with anticipation. They couldn't wait to find out the truth of the matter.

Seamus, Dean and Neville sat in a corner, looking at each other's stomachs and worrying.They lost track of time playing and didn't eat anything until Percy went to the basement to bring the three of them back, and now the excitement was over and their stomachs were growling.

Lee Jordan frowned, and teased the twin brothers meanly: "Aren't you worried that your brother Ron is a murderer?"

This sentence seemed to touch the laughter of the twins. They fell on the sofa and sat up for a while to wipe away the tears from the laughter.

George pressed his aching stomach from laughing a little: "Ron, is he the murderer?"

"Mrs. Norris fights with him, even if Ron gives him a paw, Ron may not be able to win." Fred's tone was exaggerated.

"What about Harry?"

Angelina sat on the other side, also smiling: "Oh, Harry may have hit Mrs. Norris, but I don't think he can do it."

After the three finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

It's not that second-year little wizards really can't beat a cat, it's just that they are willing to trust Harry and Ron, and in their opinion, they are still children.

Everyone's curiosity was not satisfied, and Professor McGonagall returned to the lounge with Harry and Ron.

"What are you doing sitting here? What time is it? Don't you have to go to class tomorrow?" Professor McGonagall scolded severely.

But it was useless, the Transfiguration Club's courses brought Professor McGonagall closer to the students.George raised his hand and shouted, "Professor, tomorrow is the weekend, so I really don't have to go to class."

"Hahahaha!" The little wizards laughed.

Professor McGonagall didn't smile or speak. She stood there, staring at George with a cold expression.

Everyone in the lounge seemed to be strangled, unable to laugh anymore.

"What are you still doing in a daze, go back to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow!" Percy stood up bravely and beckoned everyone to go upstairs.

With Percy withstood the pressure to break the deadlock, the little wizards fled upstairs as if they didn't want to face Professor McGonagall's gaze.

Percy, who was walking last, glanced at Harry and Ron at the door, then at Loren and Hermione who were huddled on the sofa by the wall, and went upstairs without saying a word.

"Go to bed early, don't go out at night." Professor McGonagall turned and left the common room after exhorting him.

Ron let out a long breath, relaxed his tense nerves, and jumped to the sofa: "You must not have imagined what happened to us tonight..."

In his emotional narration, Loren and Hermione immerse themselves in what happened to them.Harry heard a strange sound in the basement, followed the sound all the way to the third floor, and found Mrs. Norris hanging on the torch bracket behind the last corner.

Hermione listened with a solemn expression, and Loren took the opportunity to look at Harry, and saw that although his expression was a little dazed, he was still calm.

Ron continued: "Dumbledore said that Mrs. Norris was not dead, but was petrified. This is a very deep black magic. Only when Professor Sprout's mandrake is mature can the medicine be dispelled. .”

Hermione asked, "Harry, did you tell the professors about that weird voice you heard?"

"I didn't ask him," Ron snapped back, "it's not a good sign to hear voices that other people can't hear, even in the wizarding world."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she heard a voice that no one else could hear, as if she had grasped something.

Harry was thinking about the last words Dumbledore said to him tonight, "Harry, trust your friends, trust yourself."

What does it mean?
Shouldn't he appear at the scene of the crime to make his friends believe him? What does it mean to believe in himself? Would he still doubt himself?

Harry's mind was full of question marks.

His eyes looked from Ron to Hermione, and then to Loren, and he hesitated for a while before asking, "You guys believe me, don't you?"

Seeing Harry's doubtful expression, Loren couldn't help laughing and said, "Not only we believe in you, but everyone in Gryffindor also believes in you. George just said that he thinks you two can't beat Mrs. Norris. "

Hermione interrupted the nonsense of the boys, and figured out the context of the incident: "We need to know what the words on the wall mean, Chamber of Secrets, Heir... What exactly does this mean?"

A bell was ringing outside, and Harry and Ron's bellies began to ring too.

They were cold and hungry tonight, and they were frightened to some extent. They didn't feel the tension just now, but now they relaxed and were hungry and sleepy.

goooo~
goooo~
Hermione pursed her lips: "I have some clues, and I need to sort them out. I'll talk about the rest tomorrow. Loren took some food from the table, so go back and eat."

Have something to eat?
Harry and Ron cheered in surprise: "Long live Granger!"

"Huh? I brought the food, why Granger long live?"

"Ha ha!"

……

For the next week, instead of talking about the fight, the students talked about the attack on Mrs. Norris as a whole.Filch often wandered around the corridor on the third floor, seemingly crouching for the attacker.

When Hermione took Loren to the crime scene to investigate, she saw him scrubbing the writing on the wall with "Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Magic Stain Remover". As if breaking his arm, it was in vain in the end, and the words still flashed on the stone wall.

Hermione couldn't bear to see him like this, and used several [Curse Standing] towards the wall to dim the words and make them erasable.

Filch didn't say anything, just wiped the wall and left.In the days that followed, he hid in the corridor and tried every means to find excuses to put the students in confinement. The reasons were all kinds of strange, even panting too loudly, smiling and so on.

Fred said his eyes were bloodshot.

Hermione also took Loren to the girl's bathroom of Myrtle to investigate, so Myrtle happily told about her death again, focusing on how she became a ghost and haunted those who laughed at her. people.

Inside the library.

Ron was worrying about his paper: "I can't believe it, eight inches away..."

There were two papers for reference in front of him, one was Hermione's four feet seven inches long, and the other was Loren's standard three feet, no more, no less.

He said angrily to Harry next to him: "Why can Hermione write such long and small characters?"

Although some little wizards had strange eyes on Harry, at least Gryffindor didn't, and he was having a good time these days.

While measuring his homework with a tape measure, Harry replied, "Loren is even more outrageous. Professor Binns finished his paper before he finished his class."

"As long as you grasp the main content of this chapter, just like the title of my thesis, it doesn't matter if you replace "Medieval European Wizarding Congregation" with "Changes in Medieval Magical Customs" or "The Impact of Medieval Muggle Activities on the Magical World" Influence. "

Loren walked over with a tome in hand, and glanced at Harry's homework, "Ah, it's an extra inch, it's a big loss."

"What a loss." Harry said amusedly, and then saw the book in his hand, ""Hogwarts: A School History"? What are you looking at?"

"It's not that I want to read it, but Hermione wants to read it. She said that there are records about the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, and asked me to help her find the book." Loren slapped the book on the table, "I have something to leave, please hand over the book to me. give her."

Harry and Ron had already opened the big book, not noticing that Loren had left.

Loren walked out of the library and turned right up the stairs to the hallway where the Halloween attack took place on the third floor. Instead of meeting Filch, Dumbledore was waiting here.

There are still some inconspicuous nicks left from the writing on the wall, and there are cleaning agents left in it.Dumbledore tugged at a sleeve corner, wiped off the cleaner little by little, tapped the wall with his wand, and all traces disappeared, leaving no residue.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you need to bother me so much? You also use the Patronus to deliver messages, making it look like an underground organization." Loren complained. He was just looking for a book in the library when he suddenly flew in from the window A silver phoenix, he almost shot the phoenix with a piercing spell.

Dumbledore laughed "hehe" twice: "Loren, I can't see clearly when I'm old, can you help me see if there are any traces on the wall?"

Loren took a closer look: "No more, it's very clean."

"The traces on the wall are easy to disappear, but the traces in people's hearts will always remain."

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore turned around and patted his head: "It's okay, I'm looking for you because of the thing I said at the beginning of this year's school, I need your help, and I want to ask you to go with me to a place."

The old wizard's eyes flashed. These days, he noticed that Crabbe's face was getting paler, and the magic power in his body had also undergone tremendous changes.If he was right, Voldemort was trying to turn Crabbe into a Horcrux.

He wanted to go to Gaunt's old house to find out more information about Voldemort and Horcruxes.And, lately, school nights seem a little restless.

Loren remembered that on the night of the school banquet, he asked Dumbledore to talk about the Horcrux in the diary. Before he left, Dumbledore suddenly mentioned this sentence, and he agreed.

He asked, "Where are you going, and what preparations are you going to make?"

"We may encounter something similar to the diary, what preparations should we make?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)