Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"I think you should talk to us about what you saw."

Dumbledore turned to Carlo and said, "Mr. Richmond, I'm sorry, I think"

Carlo has already graduated, and he is not considered a student of Hogwarts now. Naturally, he should avoid such things.

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore." Carlo shrugged, expressing his understanding.

"I think the disciplinary team should also go."

Dumbledore glanced at Dudley, didn't refuse, just nodded slightly at him.

Style discipline is originally the responsibility of the discipline group.

"Then Mr. Dursley will follow."

As for Harry and the others, Dumbledore didn't call them.

"My office is the closest, it's upstairs. I think you can."

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said flatly.

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking. Obviously, he remembered some bad memories.

Lockhart's classroom is full of portraits of himself, in various shapes and dresses.

Dudley swore he had never seen such a narcissistic fellow.

Faced with his own portrait every day. Doesn't he feel weird?

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on Lockhart's clean table and began to examine it carefully.Cormac timidly huddled in the corner, trying not to attract the attention of others, Filch stood aside, secretly wiping tears with his sleeve, other professors had different expressions on their faces, only Lockhart looked very excited.

I don't know if he was excited because he just won the runner-up, or because he was excited to see Mrs. Norris die.

"It must have been a spell that killed it. Most likely the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure that would have saved it .”

This guy didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he fanned the flames here, and the result was to make Filch cry even more sadly.

"No, Mrs Norris, no! I can't lose you!"

Big drops of tears fell down his cheeks, and his relationship with Mrs. Norris was really deep.

Dudley stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Norris is dead!"

Filch actually doesn't like Dudley, because he feels that Mrs. Norris is closer to him, so he has a certain hostility towards Dudley.

But at this moment he thought only Dudley could understand him.

"Mrs. Norris is not dead, Mr. Filch."

Dudley said.

Filch suddenly looked up at Dudley, as if trying to identify whether Dudley was comforting him.

"Hey, Dudley. How do you think it's not dead? You saw so much blood too. And the muscles are stiff all over. It's obviously dead and someone put a Freezing Charm on it."

Hearing Dudley say Mrs. Norris was not dead, Lockhart looked unhappy and tried to refute Dudley: "Trust me, I've seen more dead bodies than you've ever seen."

"Those are chicken blood." Dudley was too lazy to talk to him.

"I agree with Dudley."

Dumbledore also spoke, and with his support, Lockhart completely shut up: "It should be petrified. But what happened, I don't know yet"

After receiving Dumbledore's assurance, Filch finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to Cormac fiercely.

"He must know!"

"No, I don't know, I don't know anything, I don't see anything!"

cried Cormac, looking terribly frightened.

Psychological quality is really bad

"Argus calm down, this is not something a third-year wizard can do."

Dumbledore tried to comfort Filch.

"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyeballs bulging outwards, as if he was going to fight someone else the next moment: "I want to see someone get some punishment!"

At this time, Dudley took out a bottle of potion, and dropped a drop on the stiff Mrs. Norris, a faint black air came out, accompanied by almost no stench.

"What did you find?" Snape saw Dudley's movements, and approached and asked.

He is very satisfied with his disciple. He has inherited Lily's potion talent. He is as talented as she was back then. No matter what kind of potion it is, he can use it very quickly, as if seeing Lily reappearing.

In the past year alone, there has been a faint tendency to form a school of its own.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was still too young, Snape would have given him all his knowledge and the bottom of the box.

Lily's successor should be this good.

"It's not an ordinary petrification spell, nor is it caused by black magic."

"It's not the petrification spell or black magic?" Snape paused after hearing the words, and immediately thought of a possibility: "You mean?"

"That's right, Professor Snape, that should be it."

Dudley nodded slightly, acknowledging Snape's guess: "It is possessed by the petrification ability of some kind of magical creature."

"Very likely." Dumbledore nodded when he heard the words, and Dudley's words made his brows slightly loosen.

If it is some kind of magical creature's petrification ability, then it makes sense.

"Please save her! Mr. Dursley, you should be capable, you like her so much, please." Filch said to Dudley with a choked voice.

Filch, who was the administrator of the castle, was the first to beg for Dudley, who was a student.

After all, that was Dudley. Although he was only a second-year wizard, he had already proved his ability.

"We'll fix it, Filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout has got some mandrakes recently. Once they're big enough, I have a cure that will make Lori Mrs. Si came back from the dead"

"Professor Dumbledore." Dudley rarely interrupted him: "Actually, I have a mature Mandrake here."

Speaking of which, Dudley untied another red and white ball different from Pixie's from his waist.

Accompanied by a flash of light, a mandrake in the shape of a baby yawned and looked around in bewilderment.

After a while, as if he finally came to his senses, he hid behind Dudley's pants with a scream, grabbed Dudley's thigh, and timidly stuck his head out to look at the others.

Oh my Merlin, what did they see?

A mandrake growing into a human form?

A frisky mandrake?

A mandrake that won't bark when it leaves the soil?

What kind of thing is this?

Chapter 147 145 I know a little cat language, a little bit

"Bold design."

Dumbledore saw the general principle of the red and white ball at a glance: "It's a very delicate structure, which reminds me of an old friend of mine who passed away not long ago."

Speaking of Dumbledore, it was rare to show a trace of nostalgia: "It is completely different from his design concept. I really want to introduce you to each other. He will definitely like you."

"A little trick, it's not worth mentioning." Dudley said very modestly.

Snape raised his head proudly, as if Dudley had been taught by him.

Although it is true.

Then Dumbledore's eyes fell on the very healthy mandrake he had cultivated: "Maybe I have a kid who will also like you, and I have the opportunity to introduce you."

Magical animals and magical plants have never been separated.

"It is my pleasure, Professor Dumbledore."

With the mandrake, the potion to de-petrify is not something with a high degree of difficulty, and it was brewed in a short while.

After only two drops, Mrs. Norris' fur, which was as hard as a stone, tended to soften.

A few drops again. Mrs. Norris's body also began to become soft, and the temperature also followed.

"Although my skills are a little bit worse than mine, it's quite remarkable to be able to do this." Lockhart brazenly bullied Lai endlessly there, but no one in the room would take his words seriously. Everything, including Filch.

"The petrification has been lifted, so what kind of creature petrified Mrs. Norris, such a thing wandering around Hogwarts, I don't think it is a safe thing."

Speaking of safety, Dumbledore's tone was a little helpless. He still remembered that he had promised Dudley that Hogwarts was the safest place.

"It must be Medusa." Lockhart said to himself: "I met a Medusa when I was adventuring in Armenia. You know, I subdued a werewolf there. It was mentioned in my work "Wandering with Werewolves". If I didn't react quickly enough."

Even if there is only a professor here, Lockhart still does not forget to attract attention and promote his books along the way.

Lockhart's words are not completely unreasonable, but Medusa, a magical creature like this, does have the ability to petrify, but England is not the place where Medusa is produced. That kind of creature is a specialty of Greece, even in the forbidden forest. There is no reason for a Medusa to appear in .

But if not Medusa, what magical creature would it be?

The professors were struggling with this. Not even Dumbledore could guess the answer.

But there is a dangerous creature wandering around Hogwarts anyway.

Cormac thought he didn't see it, so the only person who saw each other's true face was 'Mrs. Norris'.

You can't ask Mrs. Norris.

Talking to cats doesn't seem to be impossible. Dumbledore thought of someone.

"Mrs. Norris said...she saw a huge snake."

At this moment, Dudley, who was checking Mrs. Norris's body, suddenly spoke.

"What?" His words stunned everyone.

Including Lockhart.

"Mrs. Norris said that she saw a huge snake, which was very, very large, and almost occupied the entire corridor." Dudley emphasized again, and fed the 'delicious little dried fish' in his hand to Mrs. Norris. Just released from petrification, poor Mrs. Norris regained some strength.

"I mean, you can understand cat language?" Professor Flitwick asked. He didn't think Dudley was lying, but just made sure out of habit.

This is an excellent wizard who was able to cast spells without a staff in the second grade.

"Didn't I say that? Actually, I know a little bit of cat language."

Speaking of which, Dudley twisted his two fingers, and compared his thumb and index finger in a gesture of losing the Korean market: "A little bit, but it's enough to understand what Mrs. Norris is trying to express."

"It's amazing." Dumbledore also admired.

"I think this is much insignificant compared to you. Professor, don't you also know mermaid language and fairy language?"

To be precise, Dumbledore can not only understand mermaid language and goblin language, but also understand Parseltongue, but he can only understand it but not speak it.

"Snakehead!" Lockhart grasped the key word: "Just look at me and say it's Medusa."

Medusa's head is full of snake heads, isn't this the murderer?It's real.

After clapping his hands, Dudley stood up and looked at the other professors: "I don't think this is Medusa."

"Medusa's snake heads are very small, and there are a lot of them. Mrs. Norris said that the snake is bigger than the corridor."

A thousand-year-old basilisk. How could it be comparable to a mere Medusa?

"Don't be kidding, how could there be such a big snake?" Lockhart teased, and then showed the iconic two rows of teeth again: "Mr. Dursley, it's just a cat, what do you know about big? It The big it sees may only be the big it thinks."

Before Dudley could speak, Filch became excited: "Mrs. Norris is very smart! She can't lie, and she can't read wrong!"

He is not usually like this. Although Filch is very strict with students, he has always maintained enough respect for professors.

But you can insult him, not his cat.

That was his only companion!

"Dudley, what do you think that is?"

Dumbledore ignored Lockhart, and his eyes fell on Dudley, along with the eyes of other professors.

Under the gaze of countless gazes, he spoke slowly again: "Great snake-like magical creature, Professor Dumbledore, I think the answer is already obvious."

There are not many snake-type magical creatures, and there are only a few famous ones, and even fewer with the ability to petrify.

"The basilisk, it's a basilisk."