Chapter 123 Colin Is Attacked

"What's going on, Headmaster Albus!" That was Madam Pomfrey's voice.

Harry glanced secretly and saw that Dumbledore brought in Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and two attendants with a unit price.

The person on the stretcher was thin and small, holding a Muggle camera in his hand.

"Colin?" Harry quickly covered his mouth and closed his eyes. At this time, Colin was lying upright on the bed.

"Another attack," Dumbledore said, "Filch found him on the stairs, already petrified, like Lady Norris."

"Here's a bunch of grapes," Professor McGonagall said, taking a bunch of grapes from Colin's hand. "We think he's trying to sneak in to visit Harry."

The three of them stared at Colin. Then Dumbledore leaned towards Colin and wrenched the camera from his grasp.

"You don't think he wanted to take a picture of the attacker, do you?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He pried open the back of the camera.

A puff of gas hissed out of the camera. Harry smelled the sour smell of burning plastic three beds away.

"What does this mean?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore worriedly.

"This shows that... Hogwarts is no longer safe!" Dumbledore's voice was a little heavy.

"That secret chamber really exists?" Madam Pomfrey said tremblingly.

"That's right...don't forget that it was opened once fifty years ago, by..."

Harry wanted to hear it clearly, but Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, which made him feel very upset.

"What should we do, Albus, after all, we have never found this legendary secret room until now." Professor McGonagall's voice was trembling. It was obvious that Professor McGonagall was very worried about this matter!

"Tell the truth, Minerva!" Dumbledore seemed to sigh, "Tell them that our Hogwarts is no longer safe!"

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"What else did Dumbledore say?" Fan Lin quickly asked. They were brewing potions in one place. Gilderoy was still very efficient. Early the next morning, the magic potions they needed were delivered. .

"No, their voices behind were so low that I didn't hear them clearly, and Wood started moaning again last night. After all, even if Wood gives up all resistance, my stun spell won't last long!" Harry spread his hands, He said he only knew so much.

The next morning, Dumbledore announced the news, requiring no one to move alone in the castle at any time.

"By the way, I have another question!" Ron leaned against a door panel, "Do we have to hide here in broad daylight to brew potions? This is the women's bathroom!"

"We have to speed up the progress. Didn't you hear Dumbledore say that Colin was attacked?" Hermione rolled her eyes. In front of her was a crucible donated by Fanlin, with white smoke rising from it. Put the various medicinal materials you bought inside.

"Besides, you don't have to worry about being discovered. You know, this is an abandoned women's toilet. No one will come here as long as she is here!"

"Who?" the three boys asked in confusion. There was no one else here except the four of them.

"It's me!" A slightly familiar voice came from behind Ron.

Ron was startled and turned around quickly. Weeping Myrtle was floating behind Ron.

"Hello. Myrtle, I'm so glad to see you here!" Fan Lin laughed twice, then looked at Hermione in surprise. You know, there was some unpleasantness between Hermione and Myrtle. He didn't know how Hermione persuaded Myrtle and then took three boys to brew the potion in the women's bathroom!

"Nice to see you all here, especially you, Harry!" Myrtle shyly leaned toward Harry, which made Harry's whole body become a little stiff.

"I was wandering in the sewers, but when I heard you calling me, I came out!"

"Sorry to bother you, Myrtle!" Harry laughed dryly. Half of his body was numb now. Myrtle's body was really too cold.

"No, no!" Myrtle rubbed intoxicatedly, "I'm very happy that you can come and accompany me. In fact, I welcome you to share the same toilet with me...after death!"

"Uh..." Everyone was silent. For a moment, they were all a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Myrtle!" Fan Lin said with a slight embarrassment. Myrtle's words really made them afraid to compliment her.

"Haha..." Myrtle screamed, hovering over the women's restroom, and then plunged into a toilet not far away. Water splashed everywhere on the wall.

"Actually, I think we made a pretty bad decision here." Ron looked carefully at the toilet where Myrtle disappeared. He felt that this was very bad.

"Uh..." Hermione nodded with some agreement, "I think so too, but we have no other place to configure this potion. You know, Mr. Filch is crazy everywhere in Hogwarts these days. Patrolling, as long as he catches a lone student, he will take him to his office. He thinks everyone is a murderer, not just Harry! "

"Oh my God..." Ron grabbed his hair frantically, "Please, Hermione, we need to speed up. We need to have evidence to prove Malfoy, so that we can end this damn thing!"

"I know, Ron..." Hermione said impatiently, "But this potion is really difficult. I'm already very fast. You know, in addition to brewing some simple potion ingredients, I Besides, I have never been exposed to advanced potion training!”

"Okay, stop arguing." Fan Lin quickly stopped the two of them from bickering, "Ron, I think you should let Hermione prepare the potion quietly instead of arguing with Hermione!"

"Okay." Ron sat on a pool sadly, not talking, but he still looked a little depressed.

"Harry, let me ask you, are you sure that the door to this secret room was really opened fifty years ago?"

"Yes, that's what Dumbledore said, and Dobby!" Harry nodded affirmatively.

"Well, in that case, I think we should ask the house elf at this school!"

"A house elf in school?" Harry and Hermione said in unison.

"Of course, you don't think that the food we eat is made out of thin air by magic, do you?"

Fan Lin said speechlessly, "They are in the kitchen, underground, under Hufflepuff's public area!" (To be continued)