Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Professor, I don't think the cat is dead."

Clark's sudden voice broke the repressed atmosphere in the office.

Lockhart was still talking about his past exploits.

"...I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou."

He said with great certainty, "It was a series of vicious attacks, which I recorded in detail in my autobiography. I provided the local civilians with various magical amulets, and the problem was solved in an instant..."

When he said this, the Lockhart photos hanging on the wall also nodded in agreement, but Clark's words suddenly made him stunned in place, "What, not dead?"

At this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore was leaning over the table, muttering some strange spells in a low voice, and tapped Mrs Norris' body with his elder wand.

Unfortunately, nothing happened, and Mrs. Norris lay there stiffly, like a taxidermy just made.

"Mr. Prewett is right," Dumbledore straightened. "It's not dead, Filch."

"Not dead?" Filch said choked, secretly looking at his pet's body from between his fingers, "Then why is she... why is her whole body... stiff, like being frozen?"

"It's been petrified," Dumbledore said with certainty, looking at Clark at the same time, "but what's going on, I don't know for a while..."

"It could be some kind of petrification spell." Clark offered another direction.

Lockhart hurriedly changed his tone at this time, "Ah! Yes! I think so too!"

"Ask him!" Phil suddenly screamed loudly, turning his tearful old face to Harry, who was huddled aside.

"It's impossible for a second-year wizard to do this," Dumbledore said firmly, "it requires a very advanced knowledge of the dark arts, and a very strong soul, and I don't think Harry has reached that level. "

With everyone watching, Harry tried his best to stare into innocent emerald green eyes to prove that he was indeed not as smart as Professor Dumbledore had said.

However, people in grief are always irrational.

"He did it, he did it!"

Filch spat out as he spoke, his plump, sagging cheeks turning purple with anger.

"Just because I called him to the office just now and was about to... criticize him, he held a grudge against my Mrs. Norris."

Filch's face twitched terribly and looked contorted, "He's getting revenge!"

Harry was naturally unable to admit his accusation and said loudly, "I didn't touch Mrs Norris at all!"

Clark also stood up at this time, "Mr. Filch, I have to remind you that two of my friends were with Harry at the time. They can testify that Harry didn't do it at the time."

"Bullshit!" Filch growled. "Those little **** were with him. They were the ones who took Harry away from me."

The sharp-toothed Ginny couldn't stand the anger, and immediately replied: "To be honest, if we really had this ability, we wouldn't just use it on one cat."

"Ginny, shut up!" Clark turned his head and scolded her in a low voice, Ginny pouted in disdain.

At this moment, Professor Snape, who had been hiding in the shadows, spoke up.

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster."

Harry began to have an ominous feeling in his heart, and he believed that Snape was definitely not trying to be a good person at this moment.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was an old hermaphrodite.

"Maybe, Potter and his friends just happened to be in a not-so-good place at a not-so-good time."

Snape's lips moved, a hint of sneer, as if he were deeply skeptical.

"But we do have a series of doubts now, why did they go to the corridor above?

I saw Harry was still wearing his Quidditch training outfit, at this point the training was over, he should have been starving and was in the Great Hall with his friends eating dinner. "

Ron, Ginny, and Colin all looked at Harry.

"Because...because..." Harry opened his mouth to predict, but the next moment, he reacted.

He vaguely felt that if, if he had told them that a ghostly voice that only he could hear, had led him there, then the reason would be untenable.

"Because we are tired and want to go to bed earlier." He changed the reason.

But Snape wasn't Lockhart, and he wasn't that easy to fool.

"Don't eat dinner?" A smug smile flashed across his thin face. "I think you should be very hungry after strenuous activity."

As if to match his words, Harry's stomach began to rumble.

Snape's ugly smile became more pronounced.

"My opinion, Headmaster, Potter wasn't quite telling the truth," he said.

"Maybe we should revoke some of his privileges until he tells us the truth. I personally think it's better to let him leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team and wait until he's honest."

"Honestly, Severus," Professor McGonagall certainly wouldn't let him do it, snapped.

"I see no reason not to let the kid play, the cat didn't get hit in the head with a broom, and there's no evidence that Potter did anything wrong."

"You have to know how much this matter to Hogwarts..."

Clark was silent on the side, watching the two professors fight each other like a cockfight.

At this time, Dumbledore also glanced at Harry with a probing gaze. Clark could clearly detect a wave of soul fluctuations, and this old guy would use Legilimency as a child again.

But of course he didn't gain anything, because Harry didn't do it in the first place.

So the next thing is, the development trend is similar to the original.

Dumbledore didn't embarrass our little saviour after confirming that the mandrake planted by Professor Sprout could relieve Mrs Norris, and waved them away.

But just as Clark turned and was about to leave with them, Professor Dumbledore was the only one who stopped him.

"Mr. Prewett, please wait."

He walked up to Clark and stared at him with those bright blue eyes that made Clark almost feel like he was being seen through.

"I wish you could give us a little more time."

Dumbledore's words were endless, but Clark understood what he meant in a second, which was a request for him not to publish what happened tonight in the Hogwarts School Magazine and the Daily Prophet. matter.

Not a word about the secret room.

As for whether the little wizards who know about this will write to their parents, some rumors cannot be compared with authoritative media.

Clark neither refused nor agreed, but looked into Dumbledore's eyes and said, "The masses have the right to know the truth."

Dumbledore sighed, "Then make sure that what they know is the truth."

"I can't press this matter for too long, you guys should hurry up."

Clark turned and left the office, and closed the door, leaving only the professors in the room, not knowing what to discuss.

Outside the office, Harry and the others hadn't left yet, they were all waiting for him.

A group of people left the third floor where Professor Lockhart was at the fastest pace and almost ran.

They came upstairs, randomly selected an empty classroom, got in, and closed them gently.

Harry squinted at the faces of his friends in the dark, and asked them, "You say, should I tell them the voice I heard?"

"Don't say it!" said Ron without hesitation. "It's not a good sign to hear voices that others can't hear, even in the wizarding world."

Harry heard something from his words, and asked hastily, "You believe me, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Ron looked at him without hesitation, as a friend, he was more than qualified.

Harry looked at Clark again. Compared to Ron, he thought Clark was more reliable.

"Of course I trust you too."

Clark also said without hesitation, which made Harry's heart warm, at least there were friends around him who trusted him.

"Because the basilisk itself was released by me." Clark murmured to himself, and then looked at Harry again, "but...you have to admit, this thing is very bizarre."

"Of course I know it's bizarre," said Harry gloomily. "The whole thing is bizarre, and the writing on the wall, who must have written it, 'The Chamber of Secrets, the Treasure, Slytherin', Hogwarts Is there really any Slytherin treasure in Z's castle?"

"I don't know about that," Ron said slowly, "but I remember someone told me a story about the back room at Hogwarts...probably Bill...by the way, Clark might know. After all, he knows so much."

So all eyes turned to Clark again.

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Clark pondered for a while, "Of course I know that."

However, under the expectation of everyone, he opened the classroom door and walked out first, "However, it's getting late."

Somewhere the clock began to match his words, chiming to tell the time.

"So I think we'd better go to bed before Professor Snape finds us, lest he set us up for other reasons."

"Oh, no! Don't make your appetite like that, Clark." Ron whimpered.

For the next period of time, the whole Hogwarts Castle was talking about Mrs Norris's murder, and for the little wizard, treasure, secret rooms and adventure are always linked.

Filch always walks by where his pet was attacked, as if he thinks the killer will come again, which keeps everyone's memory fresh.

Occasionally they can see the administrator wiping the information on the wall, but no matter what detergent he uses, it still doesn't work. Those words are still left on the wall, attracting everyone to come here human eyes.

And when Filch was no longer protecting the scene, he would sneak around the aisles, catching students he didn't like, trying to use "too loud breathing" or "too happy look" Outrageous charges, lock them up.

Anyway, because of the secret room, the atmosphere of the whole school started to change.

That day, Harry, who had had a quick lunch, went with Ron to find Clark in the upstairs library, where he and Hermione had been staying the past few days.

The two find Clark in the back of the library, who is doing his magic history homework.

Professor Bincy asked them to write a 3-foot essay on "The Evolution of the Wizarding Duel Tournament."

"Ah, that's great, cousin, you're almost done, and I'm eight inches away." Ron said, licking his face, "Hermione is already 4'7" and her handwriting Still small."

"Let you listen to the lectures in class, you don't listen." Clark glanced at them.

"Isn't Hermione with you?" Harry said, grabbing the tape measure and starting to measure his own homework.

"She's over there." Clark pointed his finger along the bookshelf without looking up. "Looking for another book."

It was at this moment that Hermione came out of the bookshelf, looking a little irritable, but finally spoke to them.

"Everything about Hogwarts history has been borrowed," she said, sitting down next to Harry and Ron.

"And even if there's a line, it's still two weeks away. I wish I didn't leave my copy at home, but I can't fill my suitcase with Lockhart's books after all. ."

"What do you want that book for?" Harry asked curiously.

"For the same reasons as anyone else who wants this book," Hermione spread her hands. "The legend of the Slytherin Chamber."

"How come you don't know? Didn't you ask Clark?" Ron asked ~www.readwn.com~ No," Hermione took out her homework, "Of course I do, Clark already told me . It's just that the Hogwarts School Journal might have something about it, so I need to find it in writing so I can cite the source. "

Hearing this, Ron turned to Clark again.

"Cousin, you didn't say anything when I asked you last time. In order to soothe my wounded heart, I think you not only have to tell me about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, but also show me your homework."

Clark slapped the back of the hand he was reaching for his homework with a slap, causing Ron to grin in pain.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Clark rolled up the parchment on which he was writing his homework. "You have to do the homework yourself."

Seeing the disappointment in Ron and Harry's eyes, he said again.

"Of course, about the Slytherin Chamber, I'm fine."

"Let me think," Clark said slowly, "Oh, about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, that's a legend, one of many legends about Hogwarts."