Chapter 58

In everyone's warm expectation, Halloween finally arrived.

Harry was regretting. He felt he shouldn't have promised to go to the death party so hastily.

Other students in the school happily attended the Halloween party. The auditorium was decorated with live bats as usual.

Hagrid's huge pumpkins were carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit in. It was also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance company to entertain everyone.

"Hermione, are you going to the death party again?" Harry asked involuntarily.

"Well." Hermione nodded, but her attention was obviously not here.

At seven o'clock, Harry, Ron and Hermione went straight through the doorway, which just led to the crowded auditorium. There were lights and candles, and gold plates on the table. It was very attractive. Harry looked at the luxurious scene and sighed with regret. They still walked towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to the death party was already lit with candles, but it didn't look happy at all.

Those were dark, thin candles, burning with a faint blue light, even on their three vibrant faces, they looked a little gloomy.

With each step, the temperature was falling, and Harry trembled and stretched his clothes around himself.

At this time, he heard a sound, as if a thousand nails were scraping around on a huge blackboard.

"That's also called music?" Ron murmured.

They turned a corner and saw almost Headless Nick standing at the door of a large room with a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said with inexplicable sadness, "welcome, welcome... I'm so glad you can come..."

Look at the hundreds of milky white and translucent ghosts in the room, and the terrible and trembling dance music made by 30 music saws. It's like a nightmare.

Anyway, this is the worst Halloween for Harry three.

And most importantly, it's very cold here!

But even if the little lion trio's Halloween is so miserable, at least there are many "people" to accompany it! Comparatively speaking, Maka's dull solitude is really a little unbearable - although he doesn't care at all.

At the moment, he was responding to every request. A man in the room was doing some strange experiments.

"... the utility of regular runes is really powerful."

He is still writing regular runes with a quill. Although there is no progress in application, the current results are very significant in terms of the number of parsing alone.

What made him more satisfied was the application of those superficial abilities he experienced when he was in Alani's body.

After Maka's research, it is found that those blessing abilities are not even rules, but just an embryonic form of magic, but they also benefit him a lot.

He finally understood why Godric Gryffindor was known as the most accomplished dueling master at that time.

When a wizard has mastered a lot of magic to improve body art, the actual combat will be greatly increased. For this reason, Gryffindor, whose magic achievements are definitely inferior to Ravenclaw and even Slytherin, is the most effective of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Of course, there may be more than these reasons, but according to Maka's research and attempts, this is definitely one of the reasons. Even Gryffindor himself was born a knight.

After many attempts to jump up and down and cast magic spells, Maka, who finished her research, rested in the room when she asked, left here and walked slowly to the bedroom.

It was quiet in the corridor, only the sound of the rain outside rattled, which made people feel a little uneasy.

It's always like this on holidays. When everyone gets together, it means that other places are empty.

"Willie?"

After passing a corner, Marca saw Willie brova standing by the corridor window.

"..." Willie turned her head and looked at him silently.

"What's the matter, why don't you go to the hall?" Marca tried to make her expression less stiff, but even so, it was just in vain.

"You've changed," whispered Willie.

After Luna, another person said so.

Although Maka herself knows that his change is so obvious. Even if he is low-key enough, people who have had close contact in the past will always detect something on him.

Luna Lovegood and Willy brova are the two most sensitive of these people. Well, maybe a Hermione Granger can be added to it.

After a little introspection, he paused, no longer forced himself to squeeze his expression, and then shook his head slightly.

"Maybe, but I'm still me." he said calmly.

Willie turned and looked at him carefully. Her tone was equally calm, but her feeling was very different from Marca's indifference.

"... the old one is better." she looked into Marca's eyes and said seriously.

After that, Willie turned and left, just as she was in the library that day.

"Even without emotional constraints, I still can't understand her thoughts." Marca quietly looked at Willie's gone back and couldn't help thinking so.

It was still raining outside the window. Maka stood there and looked out the window for a while before walking to the hutchpatch common room in the basement.

When he came to a corner on the third floor, his steps stopped.

On the other side of the corner, a huge snake was swimming between the corridors, and near its head, a petite figure was painting something on the wall.

"Ginny Weasley." Marca turned sideways, stared at the little figure with bright eyes and whispered silently.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened, and the heir is the enemy. Be vigilant!"

One foot tall characters were still faintly visible in the dim glow of the torch.

Finally, Ginny hung a petrified cat on the torch hook next to the line - it was the gatekeeper Filch's cat, Mrs. loris. Not far away, a door was wide open and looked like a bathroom.

Maka watched all this quietly, thinking something in her heart.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. The giant snake moved at the sound and rushed into the bathroom. Then Ginny followed in and closed the door.

A sign that said "fault" shook slightly on the door, as if rejecting others' entry.

"... Harry, what the hell is going on?" said Ron, wiping the sweat off his face. "I didn't hear anything?"

"But I did hear it! The voice was saying..."

Hermione, who was running ahead, suddenly gasped and pointed to the bottom of the corridor.

"Look!"

Obviously, she saw the words on the wall - such a big word, it's not normal not to see it.

"What's that... Hanging down there?" said Ron, his voice trembling.

They approached carefully, and Harry almost slipped: there was a big pool of water on the ground. Hermione grabbed his clothes so that he wouldn't fall.

Little by little, they approached the sign and stared at the dark shadow below. The two men saw what it was at the same time, jumped back and splashed with water.

But Ron stared straight at the corner not far from here, as if there was something he cared about.

Each of the three men had his own thoughts and stood there motionless for several seconds.

"Should... Try to rescue?" stammered Harry.

"Huh? What - ah!" Ron suddenly looked back and was startled by Mrs. Loris on the hook.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see it just now!" Hermione shouted.

"No, that, I just saw --" Ron opened his mouth, but he swallowed it again.

When Hermione was wondering, a low noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the Halloween party had just ended.

From both ends of the corridor where they were, hundreds of feet came up the stairs, and people talked and laughed happily after they had had enough tea and food. Then, the students pushed into the aisle from both ends.

They were surrounded.

When the people in front saw the upside down cat, the noisy and chirping voice suddenly disappeared. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor. The students were quiet and crowded forward to see the terrible scene.

In a disturbing silence, someone spoke.

"The enemy of the heir, be vigilant! You're next, mud seed!" was Draco Malfoy speaking loudly.

He had crowded into the front of the crowd, his cold eyes were alive, and his normally bloodless face glowed red at the moment. It was obvious that he was particularly happy with the current situation.

He looked at the stiff cat hanging there with an undisguised grin on his face.

"What happened here? What happened?"

Filch was obviously attracted by Malfoy's shouting. He shouldered through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. loris.

Filch stumbled back a few steps and grabbed his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's the matter with Mrs. Loris?" he screamed and muttered, staring at Harry fiercely, as if he were going to eat him alive.

"Filch!"

Dumbledore and the other professors arrived. In the blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron and Hermione and took Mrs. Loris off the hook of the torch.

"Come with me, filch," he said to filch. "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart hurried up and invited Dumbledore to his office.

"My office is nearest here, just upstairs..."

The students divided silently to both sides so that they could pass here.

In Lockhart's office, Dumbledore bent down and looked carefully, poking here and touching there. Lockhart pretended to know very well and kept coming up with some bad ideas.

"It's not dead, filch," Dumbledore said after examining it. "It's petrified... But I don't know how."

"Ask him!" filch screamed, turning his mottled, tearful face to Harry.

Snape looked at everything in front of him in the shadow of one side, as if there was a faint sense of schadenfreude. For him, Harry's misfortune can be directly converted into his pleasure, and the conversion rate is enough to reach more than 200%.