Chapter 264 Harry takes the initiative
Sometimes we have to wonder under what circumstances the original inventors were able to research the magic spells taught in textbooks today.
For example, Ron is spitting out slugs from his mouth at this moment. If you analyze it carefully, Ron must have activated a summoning spell in his mouth at this moment, which can summon slugs from other places.
What if we use this as research and development?
Can a more stable summoning spell be formed? Can it be used for breeding and selling, etc.?
It's a pity that no one thought of this. Madam Pomfrey drank a few bottles of medicine, and Ron let out a long belch that lasted for three seconds, which relieved the torture of the curse.
A week passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, except for a few more quarrels between senior students, everything in the school was normal.
However, calmness was not the main theme of the castle. Harry, who was not called by Lockhart to help sign autographs for fans, still heard strange noises after dinner that night.
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The sound was very small and rustling, as if someone was rubbing clothes next to his ear.
"Harry?"
When Hermione and Ron turned around and saw Harry frozen in place, they couldn't help but ask.
"Did you hear anything?" Harry asked.
Ron turned his head and listened, and the surroundings were quiet, "I only heard my own breathing. If you say you farted, I promise to beat you up, Harry!"
Next to her, Hermione glared at Ron. Harry also ignored Ron's joke and was completely immersed in capturing the voice.
"The sound is still ringing, as if it's talking about blood or killing..."
Harry came close to the wall and put his ear against the wall. After listening for a while, he looked up and said, "Up there!"
With that said, Harry ran up the stairs, Ron followed quickly, and Hermione frowned slightly and followed suit.
When we reached the second floor and turned the corner, the sound suddenly disappeared.
At a glance, Harry saw the spiders lining up to escape on the ground and the bright red writing on the wall.
[The secret room has been opened, enemies of the heir, be careful! γ
These writings were written in blood, and next to the writings, there was a stiff cat hanging on the wall. It was Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris.
Harry stepped forward to check and found that even the cat hair was stiff, which was really strange.
"Harry, I think we need to inform the professor!" Hermione realized the trouble and warned.
As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, the students who returned to the dormitory after dinner arrived in twos and threes. At a glance, they saw the three people and the bloody words on the wall, and their expressions suddenly changed.
More and more students soon gathered, and gradually surrounded them. The clever students had already run to find the professor and the principal. Harry looked down at where he was, and suddenly felt like "fuck me".
Before he could step back, the administrator Filch saw the "traffic jam" and came over shouting.
When he saw the scene clearly, his expression suddenly changed, "My cat!"
He rushed forward, and after realizing that the other party had gone cold, his ferocious eyes instantly focused on Harry, "You killed my cat!!"
"It's not me, I didn't, this is what I saw when I came here." Harry explained quickly.
"That's right, we've been here less than five minutes." Hermione helped to save the situation.
"You still want to hide it!" Filch screamed: "You can't lie to me, you must, must make you pay the price!"
"Filch!" the old principal's voice came from far away, "Calm down!"
Dumbledore still had a lot of prestige, and he dominated the scene as soon as he arrived.
While the old headmaster stepped forward to check, Lockhart stared at the writing on the wall, his eyes gradually becoming playful.
Dumbledore soon gave the result. Mrs. Norris was not dead, but suffered a petrification attack. It was not yet clear where the attack came from.
Unsurprisingly, Filch pointed the finger at Harry, even accusing him of seeing him writing on the wall with his own eyes.
An angry Harry quickly defended himself, and Hermione and Ron helped prove it.
"I think the murderer is not Mr. Potter!" Lockhart stood up at this time, "If I read correctly, it is an extremely powerful permanent petrification magic. With all due respect, even Aurors may not be able to do it. It can be used, let alone a little wizard."
After saying that, Lockhart looked at Harry, and the boy gave him a grateful smile.
"Don't worry, kid. The school will never wrong a good person. I'm right, Headmaster Dumbledore." Lockhart turned to look at Old Boss Dumbledore.
The old headmaster nodded and smiled, "Thank you for your correction, Professor Lockhart. Until there is definite evidence, Harry is innocent. Of course, Filch, you don't have to worry, we will cure Mrs. Norris, Sparrow." It won't take long for the mandrakes cultivated by Professor Te to mature.
During this period, I hope everyone can exercise caution and disperse. "
As Dumbledore made his decision, the four deans began to lead the students away.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry thanked Lockhart sincerely.
Lockhart smiled delicately, "You're welcome, I just told the truth, but you should be careful when traveling in the future. Do you still remember what I said in the first class?"
"Never leave anything to chance," Harry repeated.
"That's right! Children, you must always be vigilant when dealing with the unknown and magic. This is your own responsibility." After saying this, Lockhart said goodbye and left.
On the way back to the dormitory, Harry suddenly said: "He is a good professor. Maybe I should tell him and Dumbledore what I heard."
"Have you thought it through?" Hermione said this without turning her head to look at Harry, and even said in a low voice: "This will expose you. Although it may help you solve the problem, it may also bring you problems. trouble."
"No, I think he's right, never take chances." Harry said.
Hermione heard this and said nothing.
The next day, when the topic of blood writing and the secret room spread in the castle, the curiosity of the little wizards was completely aroused.
In this case, Professor McGonagall responded to the students' request and briefly told the rumors about the secret room in class.
The general idea is that thousands of years ago, Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of the school, wanted to recruit only pure-blooded wizards, but the other three did not agree. He had no choice but to open a secret room inside the school and cultivated a Monster, in future generations only his heirs can open that secret room and release monsters to cleanse the school of non-pure-blood wizards.
Many people were surprised when they heard this content, and some people speculated who the heir to the secret room would be.
After class, Harry went straight to Lockhart's office. About ten minutes later, he walked out of it with a relaxed expression.
Hermione and Hermione, who were waiting outside, immediately stepped forward to ask.
"The professor said he would help deal with it and asked me to ignore it if I heard that sound again and inform him immediately!" Harry said with a smile.
Ron had a weird expression, "Isn't this the same as not saying anything?"
Harry's smile froze, then returned to normal, "At least I'm in a better mood."
Hermione frowned slightly. With her keen sense, she actually felt a sense of darkness in Harry. She had also experienced this feeling near the restricted area of ββthe library.
After hesitating for a long time, Hermione asked in her mind, "Mr. System, did something happen to Harry?"
[Imperius Curse, Hermione, his memory was read. γ
