Chapter 59

"He must have done it!" filch screamed, turning his face to Harry.

"Sophomores can't do that," Dumbledore said firmly. "It requires profound dark magic."

But filch didn't seem to agree. He still insisted that this was a good thing done by Harry.

Snape on one side added fuel to the fire and questioned Harry's whereabouts, trying to get him out of Gryffindor's Quidditch academy team.

For a moment, the scene was a little chaotic.

"As long as he is not proved guilty, he is innocent, Severus." Dumbledore is obviously still firm.

Snape looked very angry., So is filch.

"My cat is petrified!" he screamed, his eyes protruding. "I want to see someone punished!"

"We can cure it, filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. spraot has recently got some Mandela grass. Once they grow up and mature, I have a medicine to bring Mrs. Loris back to life."

"I'll make it," interrupted Lockhart. "I must have made it a hundred times. I can make Mandela grass resurrection potion while dreaming --"

"I think it's better to give it to McGrane --" snape squinted and said only half of his words, but anyone with a clear eye could hear what he meant.

Finally, Dumbledore told Harry to go back first.

Harry and the three naturally wished they could leave earlier. They tried to quicken their pace and almost ran.

When they reached the upstairs of Lockhart's office, they got into an empty classroom and closed the door gently. Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at the faces of two friends in the dark.

"Do you think I should tell them what I heard?" he hesitated.

Hermione was still wondering what the "Chamber of secrets" was, while Ron stood stunned. For a moment, no one answered the meaning of his sentence.

For several days, the students talked about Mrs. Loris's attack without talking about anything else - Filch's performance made it unforgettable all the time.

He often paced up and down where Mrs. Loris was killed, as if he thought the attacker would come again. Harry saw him scrubbing the words on the wall with "Mrs. scholl's universal magic detergent", but it seemed to be in vain. The words still glittered so brightly on the stone wall.

If filch doesn't patrol the crime scene, he must be staring at two red eyes, secretly hiding in the corridor, and then suddenly jumping on the unsuspecting students, trying every means to find an excuse to confine them, such as "breathing too loudly" or "smiling face".

As for Ginny, she seemed very upset about what had happened to Mrs. loris. According to Ron, she always likes cats very much.

Ron comforts his baby sister from time to time, but occasionally he looks at the air in a daze.

Originally, judging from his friendship with Harry, Harry must have noticed his state long ago. But Harry has been worried about other things lately!

Apart from anything else, it's enough for him to have a headache just because someone wants to run when he sees him.

One day, Hermione came out of the bookshelf. She looked very angry, but she was finally willing to talk to them, probably because Marca hadn't been in the library these days.

"Several copies of Hogwarts, a history of the school have been borrowed," she said, sitting down next to Harry and Ron. "The check-in has been in line for two weeks. Well, I wish I hadn't left my book at home, but there are so many thick Lockhart books in the box that I can't put it in any more."

"Why do you want to see it?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"The same reason people want to see it," Hermione said. "Check the legend of the secret room."

"What's the secret room?" Harry asked.

"That's the problem. I can't remember," Hermione said faintly, biting her lips and glancing at the corner behind the library seemingly unintentionally. "And I can't find the story anywhere else --"

"Hermione, let me see your composition," said Ron anxiously, looking at his watch.

"No!" Hermione suddenly glared at Ron.

Ron saw that she seemed to be in a bad mood again, so he had to deflate his mouth, but his eyes also glanced at the corner.

It has almost become a special seat for Maka, but I haven't seen him since the petrochemical incident.

After a while, the class bell rang.

Ron and Hermione were silent all the way to the history of magic class. On the way, Harry looked at them several times hesitantly - he finally found something wrong.

"I said, why don't you ask Marca? I haven't talked to him for a while." Harry thought it should be a good idea. After all, Marca has a good position in the hearts of the trio.

"No!" "no!"

Harry didn't expect that Hermione and Ron denied the bad idea for the first time.

"Well... What's the matter?" Harry couldn't help wondering.

"Nothing." "nothing, nothing..."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Although they didn't know what each other was thinking, they were undoubtedly related to Marca.

Finally, the three people came to the classroom of magic history in silence.

The history of magic course is still as boring as usual.

As the only ghost teacher in Hogwarts, Professor bins came to the podium through the blackboard. He opened his notes and read them in a dry, low and monotonous voice. The continuous hum was like an old vacuum cleaner.

The whole class is drowsy. Occasionally, they come back to their senses, copy down a name or date, and then fall into a half sleep state.

But after he said it for half an hour, something happened in class that had never happened before - Hermione raised her hand.

Professor bins suddenly looked up, looking very surprised.

"You are -"

"I'm Granger, professor. I wonder if you can tell us what's going on in the secret room," said Hermione in a clear voice.

The word "secret room" is obviously a hot topic recently, and most students feel a little afraid of it. Hermione suddenly brought up the topic in class. It was like pouring a basin of cold water on all the sleepy students. Everyone sat up straight.

Professor Bince blinked at the speech.

"My course is the history of magic," he said in his dry, panting voice. "I study facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends."

He cleared his throat, lowered his head and hummed again: "in October of that year, a special group composed of Sardinian magicians --"

But Hermione raised her hand again.

"I'd like to ask, sir. Legends are based on certain facts, aren't they?"

In desperation, Professor bins had to speak slowly.

"Well... Yes, I think you can say so." he looked at Hermione hard as if he had never looked at a student before.

"However, the legend you said is a very sensational, even funny story..."

In fact, Hogwarts was founded about a thousand years ago by the four greatest wizards and wizards at that time. The four colleges are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga hecipacci, royna Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.

In the first few years, several founders worked together harmoniously, looking for young people who showed signs of magic everywhere, and took them to the castle to cultivate them.

However, with the passage of time, there were differences between them.

The rift between Slytherin and the others is growing. He believes that Hogwarts should be more picky when recruiting students, and magic education should be limited to pure magic families.

He was unwilling to accept Muggle children and thought they were unreliable.

After a few days, Slytherin and Gryffindor had a fierce quarrel over this problem, and then Slytherin left school.

"Reliable historical data tell us that," Professor bins pursed his lips, looking like a wrinkled old turtle - still translucent.

"... but these pure facts are covered up by strange legends about the secret room," he said. "The story says that Slytherin built a secret room in the castle, and the other founders knew nothing about it."

"According to this legend, Slytherin closed the chamber of secrets so that no one could open it until his real heir came to the school. Only that heir could open the chamber of secrets, release the terrible things inside, let it purify the school and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

This story is over. There was silence in the class. Everyone stared at Professor bins, hoping that he could go on.

But as a magic historian who sticks to "facts", this kind of myth and legend speculation is obviously meaningless to him.

No matter how the students urged him, he just didn't want to continue telling these stories that he didn't believe in himself.

Soon, class is over.

The three men were pushed aside by the crowd when Colin krivi, Harry's admirer, walked past them and greeted Harry excitedly.

"Hello, Colin," Harry replied casually.

"Harry... Harry, a boy in our class has been saying that you are -" but Colin is too small to stop the flow of people pushing him into the auditorium.

All they heard was his shrill "goodbye, Harry!" and they were completely swept away by the crowd.

"What did the boy in his class say about you?" Hermione asked puzzled. "I think I'm probably Slytherin's successor," said Harry, his heart sinking a little more, because he suddenly remembered Justin Finley running away from him at lunch.

Ron looked at Harry with an expression of hesitation.