Chapter 56 The Secret of the Secret Room (Please Read On)

Chapter 56 The Secret of the Chamber of Secrets (Please read it later~)

The person who left the handwriting and petrified Mrs. Norris cleaned up all traces of himself.

Not even a suspicious magical aura was left.

The Chamber of Secrets...

This word weighed heavily on his heart.

Filch pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. When he saw the hanging cat, the magic effect seemed to be contagious. He also froze and stared at it stupidly.

The chattering in the crowd turned into bursts of piercing, sharp, and hazy tinnitus.

After a while, he staggered forward, but the strength in his body had been drained.

The left foot tripped over the right foot, and a knot was formed. With a snap, the whole person fell heavily into the water. He did not struggle, but half raised his head blankly, staring at his cat's vertical pupils that still had some fear.

"Mrs. Norris!"

"Who!"

"Who of you killed her!"

Filch lay on the ground, turning his head, looking at the faces of the little wizards one by one, resentful and hostile, trying to find the murderer, but no matter who he looked at, he felt that they looked alike.

Each of them...

They all wanted to drive him out of the castle.

Each of them...

They all wanted something to happen to Mrs. Norris, who could only catch them at night.

"Someone killed the cat." Lockhart looked very excited, "It's probably a Transfiguration Torture Curse. I have encountered this kind of curse many times, but it's too late now."

"If I were there, I could save it. I happen to know how to remove the curse..."

Harry couldn't help but interrupt him: "Professor Lockhart, maybe you have used your kidneys too much recently, and your eyesight has also become worse."

"The cat is still alive."

Filch was startled and turned his head quickly. A look of luck and expectation flashed in his eyes. He looked at Harry pitifully, and his tone was Begging: "Oh, Mr. Potter, Norris... is she really still alive?"

"You can believe him, Filch." Professor McGonagall glanced at Lockhart casually, waved her wand, helped Filch up, and used a cleansing spell to clean his robes, "Potter is very sharp."

"Mrs. Norris is indeed not dead."

Lockhart's body stiffened, and he smiled dryly: "I think so too."

"But why is she frozen and motionless?" Filch cried, his emotions finally poured out like a mountain torrent, rolling down, unstoppable.

"Argus, maybe we should go to the office to talk." Dumbledore had been staring at Norris, and only then spoke, waved his wand, and took it off the shelf, "Minerva, you can send Mrs. Norris to Bobby, she may have some way."

Professor McGonagall nodded seriously.

"You can go to my office, it's upstairs, very close." Lockhart said eagerly.

Dumbledore nodded and did not refuse.

They just walked up a few steps to the stairs.

Harry followed.

"Harry?" Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione were all surprised. Harry didn't seem like someone who liked to join in the fun.

Snape, who was about to leave, paused and stared at Potter, whom he hated the most.

"Maybe I know something." Harry lowered his voice.

Dumbledore said, "Then let's go together."

The crowd separated silently and made way for them.

Lockhart walked in front triumphantly, as if everything that had just happened was led by him. Snape followed silently, his face so gloomy that water could drip out.

Lockhart took everyone to his office.

The background was decorated with pink tones and was full of his own photos. When Dumbledore and others came in, the portraits and photos panicked and dodged. In a hurry, they could be seen wearing curling irons, facial masks and other things.

Lockhart went to find matches and prepared to light the candles.

Snape waved his wand and the whole room was completely bright.

"Professor Dumbledore." Filch looked at the old man who was nearly twice his age pitifully, "Noris, what happened to her?"

"She was just petrified." Dumbledore comforted him, "But..."

"She was petrified by a very profound black magic. I can't solve it for a while, but Harry is right, she is not dead yet."

"Poppy may have a way, and Pomona just asked the second-year wizards to plant mandrakes."

"When they mature, we can mix a resurrection potion that can remove most of the transformation curses."

Lockhart volunteered: "I can, I must have mixed this potion more than a hundred times, and I can even cook it while sleeping..."

"Mr. Lockhart, are you going to exchange teaching positions with me?" Snape interrupted him coldly.

Lockhart froze and closed his mouth.

Snape looked at Harry: "If Professor Lockhart just wanted to show off his ability, why would our Mr. Potter appear here again?"

"After learning so many spells from Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, he finally couldn't suppress his restless nature and became arrogant, thinking that he had to do everything himself to solve it?"

"In his mind, these professors at Hogwarts are all idiots."

"Does it take a savior to solve the incident?"

Harry shook his head: "Perhaps, our Professor Lockhart should send Mr. Filch back. He probably needs a rest now."

Filch shook his head and gritted his teeth: "Thanks...I mean, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Potter, but I want to know who killed Mrs. Norris!"

"Performing such an unforgivable prank that you have to be caught, hung, and beaten!"

Harry comforted him softly: "I don't know who it is now, but you should believe Dumbledore. If Professor Snape hadn't stuffed a few more bezoars into his head, he would have solved it quickly. ”

Dumbledore rubbed his face: "Harry, you shouldn't say that to an old man."

"Starting tomorrow, I will provide you with some potions for digesting fecal stones." Snape said with a sneer, "My dear Headmaster Dumbledore."

Lockhart smiled even brighter: "I think Mr. Filch can..."

"He must be in great need of your care." Dumbledore interrupted, "My dear Gilderoy, could you please send Filch to Poppy's?"

is a request.

A request that cannot be refused.

Lockhart's smile froze and he nodded with difficulty: "Okay, since it is your order from Principal Dumbledore."

He leaves with Filch.

Harry raised his head and looked at the portraits: "Professor Dumbledore, maybe you can cast a spell..."

Before he spoke, Dumbledore understood. With a wave of his wand, all the portraits and photos were covered with a layer of white mist: "Now you can say it with confidence."

Harry glanced at Snape and moved closer to Dumbledore: "I stole the painting in the Slytherin common room."

Snape was stunned, holding his wand and narrowing his eyes: "Is this what you're going to say?"

"More than that, be more patient." Harry shook his head and continued, "Actually, it's the Gryffindor trial. The first level asked me to steal Slytherin's portrait."

Snape narrowed his eyes: "If I remember correctly, what was stolen was a landscape painting."

"The little snake in the painting is Slytherin's Animagus." Harry explained.

"And I, because of the fragment of Voldemort's soul, have the ability to speak Parseltongue."

Snape's expression changed, twisted and ferocious.

Dumbledore was also slightly surprised and tilted his head back.

"Gryffindor may have wanted me to read the school history and think that the snake leaving the school represents Slytherin." Harry continued, "But he may not have expected that a Gryffindor can snake. The ability to speak loudly.”

"It made it easy for me to find the painting."

"And the portrait speaks a snake language, and the content is about the secret room."

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