Chapter 297 The Secret Room Opens

At the end of the corridor was a wall with a window on each side. The cold wind blew into the corridor through the windows, dissipating the warmth and making the little wizards who followed to join in the fun shiver.

On the wall a foot high from the ground, there were some writings daubed on it, which shimmered under the light of the burning torch.

The secret room has been opened,

Be wary of those who are enemies of the heir.

They approached cautiously, hoping to get a better look.

You must know that people all over the world have the same view on watching people eat melon.

Anyway, there is no danger. Of course, you have to get closer to enjoy the melon!

However, before they could get closer, many people slipped and fell. When they looked down, they saw that for some reason, there was a puddle of water on the ground.

The administrator hugged his cat, Mrs. Loris, with a painful expression. At this time, the poor cat's eyes widened, the hair on his body exploded, but his body was very stiff.

Like a stone sculpture.

The little wizards were shocked. Although this cat would always tell Mr. Filch secrets, everyone still liked it because of its shiny hair and the ability to stroke it with dried fish.

However, looking at it like this, could it be...

Everyone fell silent, a little at a loss.

At this moment, someone spoke loudly, it was Draco Malfoy, "Those who are enemies of the heir, beware! You are next, Mudbloods!"

He had already pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes became vivid, and his usually bloodless face turned red. He stared at Harry closely, as if he had some evil idea in mind, with a sinister smile on his face.

However, his smile did not last long before he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Malfoy, who taught you to say such vulgar language?" Professor McGonagall looked at him in disbelief, "Someone told me before that you once used this word to insult a witch. I thought That was what I heard wrongly, but now it seems that is not the case.”

Draco then realized that Professor McGonagall was still here!

Just when he was about to explain, there were footsteps again from the corridor.

"Harry, Ron?" It was Hermione, "You were here."

As she said that, she ran over and looked at the crowd in confusion, "Why is everyone here?"

Seeing Hermione appear, the blood on Mr. Draco Malfoy's face suddenly faded. He took a step back in horror. He swallowed, opened his mouth, and finally hid in despair. into the crowd.

As the heir of the noble Malfoy family, I, I will not be afraid of you! I just don't bother fighting with ladies!

Professor McGonagall is still very prestigious as the vice-principal. After easily suppressing the young wizards, he sent the victim's family and the reporter to Principal Dumbledore.

Lockhart, who came after hearing the news, glanced at the two lines of text written with special paint, frowned, suddenly put on an exaggerated smile, and followed a group of people and babbled, "Oh! Poor little Guy, it must have encountered something terrible before, look at its expression, how frightened it is."

As he spoke, he sighed, "I'm sure it's the Transformation Torture Curse. This damn curse can destroy other people's will. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know the method to break the curse and could have saved it... …”

Filch burst into tears and was so sad that he collapsed on the ground and covered his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris again.

Harry and Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. Although Mr. Filch was annoying, his relationship with Mrs. Norris was genuine.

Hermione walked over and said worriedly, "Mr. Filch, you have to believe Principal Dumbledore. I just checked and Mrs. Norris is probably not dead."

"Are you serious?" Mr. Filch suddenly raised his head and grabbed Hermione, which made her frown. His strength was too strong, and Hermione only felt a sting where he grabbed her. pain.

"Mr. Filch, you're hurting her." A hand stretched out from behind Hermione and touched Mr. Filch's wrist. He subconsciously let go of his hand, looking a little at a loss.

"I, I..." He murmured, looking at Hermione's wrist with apologetic eyes. The little girl's delicate skin was flushed.

Robert took Hermione's wrist and clicked the wand. A soft green light flashed and the redness and swelling disappeared quickly. Sister-in-law Liang seemed to have thought of something and looked at Robert happily.

She thought of the piles of books in the room next to the school hospital.

When did Robert sneak in and read a book?

He glanced at Robert dissatisfied, but Robert turned to look at Mr. Filch, "Mr. Filch, don't be nervous, I have some knowledge in detecting magic. I have already checked it out just now, and Mrs. Norris is indeed still alive." . But we have to send it to Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible in case something unexpected happens... Can you leave by yourself?"

Hearing that Mrs. Norris might be fine, Mr. Filch suddenly felt strength in his body and immediately sat up from the ground, "I, I'm fine!"

Everyone quickly arrived at Principal Dumbledore's office.

Along the way, Lockhart recited his interesting demon-killing experiences and began to brag about the usefulness of his amulets.

Robert secretly observed this guy and didn't notice that he was acting, but his intuition told him that this guy was a bit strange.

He is not really bragging about himself, but he is bragging to achieve a certain purpose.

no offence.

Very strange person, very strange behavior.

Facing his endless words, Harry was tired of it. He unconsciously moved away from him and cast a disgusted look.

This made him boast even harder.

Robert felt bad when he saw this, this guy...

Are you trying your best to lower your favorability?

Does he have cat disease? !

Regardless of whether Lockhart's cat was sick or not, Principal Dumbledore's careful inspection revealed that Mrs. Norris was indeed not dead, but the situation was not optimistic either.

"It has been cast by a very profound petrification spell. The person who cast the spell is very powerful. With Mrs. Norris's physique, it may not be able to be solved by itself over time." Principal Dumbledore said seriously, and then his expression relaxed. "However, fortunately, Professor Sprout's mandrakes are already being cultivated. When this batch of mandrakes matures, we can prepare the curse-breaking potion."

"I'll make it," Lockhart interrupted. "I've made this potion over a hundred times. I can make the Mandrake Resurrection Potion while dreaming..."

"Excuse me," Snape said coldly, "I think I am the Potions teacher in this school, and it is not called the Mandrake Resurrection Potion."

Lockhart rubbed his nose awkwardly, "Um, I mean..."

Ignoring his forced excuse, Principal Dumbledore motioned to the young wizards, "You can go."