Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

At this time, Cormier finally recovered from his shock, but it was too late for him to get up.

When they all turned the corner and saw the upside-down 'Mrs. Norris', the noisy and chattering sounds disappeared at that moment.

Cormichael, covered in blood, sat alone in the middle of the corridor. The little wizards suddenly became quiet and crowded forward to see this horrible scene.

Then countless female voices screamed, echoing throughout the castle.

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch covered his ears and ran over, obviously attracted by the screams, and he squeezed through the crowd with his shoulders. Then he saw the blood-red words and Mrs. Norris hanging below them.

He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening and his hands grasping his face in horror.

"No!!! Mrs. Loris!!! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Filch screamed, his bloodshot eyes looking around, finally landing on Cormac, who was covered in blood.

"You! It's you! You killed my cat! You killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make you pay with your life!"

Filch's angry roar drifted through the empty corridor.

Chapter 146 I Actually Have a Mandrake Here

"Filch! Stop it!"

When Filch was about to fight Cormac, Dumbledore came hurriedly, followed by several professors. He waved his wand gently and untied Mrs. Norris from the torch stand.

"Prefects, take the others to the dining hall, Argus, the professors and myself, and of course you, Mr. McLaggen."

"I think you should tell us what you saw."

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

Carlo has graduated and is no longer a student of Hogwarts, so when he encounters such things, he should naturally avoid them.

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

“I think the disciplinary team should go as well.”

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

Work style discipline is originally the responsibility of the discipline group.

"Then follow Mr. Dursley."

As for Harry and the others, Dumbledore did not call them.

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

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said indifferently.

He stopped talking after that, and it was obvious that he recalled some bad memories.

Lockhart's classroom was filled with portraits of himself in all shapes and sizes.

Dudley swore he had never seen such a narcissistic guy.

Facing his own portrait every day, doesn't he find it weird?

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on Lockhart's polished desk and began to examine her carefully. Cormac shrank into a corner trembling with fear, trying not to attract other people's attention. Filch stood aside, secretly wiping tears with his sleeves. The expressions on the faces of other professors were different, only Lockhart looked very excited.

I don't know whether he was excited because he had just won the runner-up or because he was excited to see Mrs. Loris die.

"It must have been a spell that killed it. Most likely a Transfiguration Torture Curse. I've seen that spell used many times. It's a pity I wasn't there when it happened. I just happened to know the antidote and could have saved it."

This guy just wanted to watch the fun and add fuel to the fire, which ended up making Filch cry even more sadly.

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

Big tears rolled down his cheeks. He and Mrs. Norris had a very deep relationship.

Dudley stepped forward and patted his shoulder comfortingly.

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

Filch actually didn't like Dudley because he felt that Mrs. Norris was closer to him, so he had a certain hostility towards Dudley.

However, at this time he thought that only Dudley could understand him.

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

Dudley said.

Filch suddenly looked up at Dudley, as if trying to determine whether he was trying to comfort him.

"Hey, Dudley. How do you think it's not dead? You saw all the blood and the muscles were stiff. It's obviously dead and someone cast a freezing spell on it."

Hearing Dudley say that Mrs. Norris was not dead, Lockhart looked unhappy and tried to refute Dudley: "Believe me, I have seen more dead bodies than you have."

"That's chicken blood." Dudley was too lazy to argue with him.

"I agree with Dudley."

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

After getting Dumbledore's assurance, Filch finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Cormac with a fierce face.

"He must know!"

"No, I don't know, I know nothing, I didn't see anything!"

Cormier shouted loudly, looking extremely frightened.

Poor mental quality

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

Dumbledore tried to comfort Filch.

"My cat's been petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyeballs bulging outwards, as if he was about to fight someone desperately. "I want to see someone get punished!"

At this time, Dudley took out a bottle of potion and dropped a drop on the stiff Mrs. Norris. A faint black gas floated out, accompanied by an almost non-existent stench.

"What did you find?" Snape saw Dudley's actions and came closer to ask.

He was extremely satisfied with his disciple, who had inherited Lily's talent for potions and was just as talented as she was back then. No matter what kind of potion it was, he could master it very quickly, as if he had seen Lily reappear.

In just one year, there is already a tendency for it to develop into a school of its own.

If he wasn't too young, Snape would have wanted to teach him all his knowledge and secrets.

Lily's successor should be this outstanding.

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

"It's neither petrification nor black magic?" Snape paused and immediately thought of a possibility: "You mean..."

"Yes, Professor Snape, that should be it."

Dudley nodded slightly, acknowledging Snape's guess: "It was petrified by some magical creature's ability to turn it into stone."

"It's very likely." Dumbledore nodded when he heard this, and Dudley's words made his brows relax slightly.

If it is some kind of magical creature with the ability to petrify things, then it can be explained.

"Please save her! Mr. Dursley, you should be able to do it. You love her so much, please." Filch said to Dudley with a choked voice.

Filch, the castle manager, begged Dudley, a student, for help first.

After all, that was Dudley. Even though he was only a second-year wizard, he had already proven his ability.

"We will cure it, Filch," Dumbledore said patiently. "Mrs. Sprout has recently acquired some mandrakes. Once they are grown, I have a potion that will bring Mrs. Norris back to life."

"Professor Dumbledore." Dudley interrupted him for once. "Actually, I have a mature mandrake right here."

As he spoke, Dudley untied another red and white ball from his waist that was different from Pixie's.

Accompanied by a flash of light, a human-shaped mandrake that looked like a baby yawned and looked around in confusion.

After a moment, it seemed like it finally reacted. It screamed and hid behind Dudley's pants, holding onto Dudley's thighs, and timidly stretched its head to look at the others.

Oh my Merlin, what did they see?

A mandrake that grows into a human form?

A living mandrake?

A mandrake that won't make a sound when it leaves the soil?

What kind of thing is this?

Chapter 147 I understand a little bit of cat language, a little bit

“Very bold design.”

Dumbledore saw the general principle of the red and white balls at a glance: "It is a very ingenious structure. It reminds me of an old friend of mine who passed away not long ago."

Dumbledore said with a rare hint of nostalgia: "It is completely different from his design concept. I really want to introduce you to each other. He will definitely like you."

"It's just a little trick, not worth mentioning." Dudley said very modestly.

Snape raised his head with a hint of pride, as if Dudley was taught by him.

Although it is true to say so.

Then Dumbledore's eyes fell on the very healthy Mandrake plant he was cultivating: "Maybe I have another little friend who will like you too. I'll introduce him to you when I have the chance."

Magical animals and magical plants have always been inseparable.

"It would be my pleasure, Professor Dumbledore."

With the mandrake, making the potion to remove petrification was not difficult and it was brewed in no time.

After only two drops, Mrs. Loris's fur, which was as hard as stone, began to soften.

After a few more drops, Mrs. Loris' body began to soften and the temperature rose.

"Although his skills are still a little bit worse than mine, it's already remarkable to be able to do this." Lockhart kept bragging and complaining, but no one present took his words seriously, including Filch.

"The petrification has been resolved. Then, what creature petrified Mrs. Norris? It is not safe to have such a thing wandering around in Hogwarts."

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

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

Even though there were only professors here, Lockhart still did not forget to attract attention and promote his books.

What Lockhart said was not completely unreasonable. It was just that the magical creature Medusa did have the ability to petrify things, but England was not the birthplace of Medusa. That creature was a specialty of Greece. There was no reason for a Medusa to appear even in the Forbidden Forest.

But if it wasn't Medusa, what magical creature could it be?

The professors were very puzzled by this. Even Dumbledore couldn't guess the answer.

But there is a dangerous creature roaming around Hogwarts anyway.

I guess Cormier didn't see it, so the only one who saw the other person's true face was Mrs. Norris.

I can't ask Mrs. Norris.

It seems that it is not impossible to talk to cats. Dumbledore thought of someone.

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

Just then, Dudley, who was examining Mrs. Norris, suddenly spoke.

"What?" His words startled everyone.

Including Lockhart.

"Mrs. Norris said she saw a giant snake, very, very big, almost occupying the entire corridor." Dudley emphasized again and fed the "delicious dried fish" in his hand to Mrs. Norris, which allowed poor Mrs. Norris, who had just been released from petrification, to recover some strength.

"I mean, do you understand cat language?" Professor Flitwick asked. He didn't think Dudley was lying, but just wanted to confirm it out of habit.

This is an excellent wizard who can cast spells without a wand in the second grade.

"Didn't I tell you? I actually know a little bit of cat language."

Dudley held up two fingers and made a gesture of grief over the loss of the Korean market with his thumb and index finger. "A little bit, but it's enough to understand what Mrs. Norris is trying to say."

"It's amazing." Dumbledore also exclaimed.