Chapter 122： Victim of the Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 122

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Nick, who was almost headless, tried in vain to regain the audience's attention, but Patrick's head flew around in cheers, his efforts were meaningless, and he was immediately defeated.

"I can't stand it anymore." Ron murmured, not only was he tired of this terrible, twisted party. His stomach couldn't bear it either, and it was groaning.

"There is nothing to see. If you don't want to stay any longer, then let's go." George felt that today's gains were enough. As for how to drive the ghost, this will be a long-term topic for Hongda.

"Let's go, I'm hungry too." Harry also felt it was time to leave. For Nick, who was almost headless, he had helped him, and it was time to leave here.

The band creaked and began to play tearing sounds again, and all the ghosts, big and small, went back to the dance floor.

They walked towards the door, passed ghosts one after another, and finally returned to the aisle with tiny candles.

"The stuff may not have all been eaten." Ron still had some illusions, and now the dinner may not be over, he ran at the front and walked towards the steps leading to the hall.

Suddenly, just then, Harry heard it again.

"Tear you...Kill you...Tear...Kill..."

He heard the voice again, the cold, vicious, murderous voice that had been heard in Lockhart's office.

He stumbled to a halt, leaning on the stone wall, cautiously, perceiving the sound with full concentration. Looking around, recalling the source of the sound, he looked around and searched in the dimly lit aisle.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Hermione walked behind Harry. She noticed Harry's abnormality for the first time. She came to Harry and asked carefully.

"It's the voice, he has appeared again, don't speak yet." Harry raised his mind, struggling to find the source of the voice.

"... hungry, so hungry... hungry... too long, too long..." Harry heard it again, that was the voice.

"Listen!" Harry asked everyone eagerly, his voice becoming more and more obvious.

But apart from him, no one heard any sound, and everyone was watching him closely.

"...It's time... to kill." The voice was fading, it was moving.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving upwards, and he stared at the ceiling, it was pitch black. A feeling of excitement and fear rose in his heart. How did it move, how did it pass through the stone ceiling? Is it a ghost?

"Here." He shouted and led the way. He ran up the stairs and into the hall. There was also the hustle and bustle of the Halloween dinner in the Great Hall. Harry continued to rush up the marble stairs to the second floor. Everyone followed him closely.

Ron murmured as he ran, "The dinner party is not over yet, but we are in trouble again."

He couldn't help asking Harry, "Harry, what are we doing..."

"Shhh!" Harry motioned not to speak. He was pricking his ears, and the voice, far away, was coming from upstairs.

The voice became weaker and weaker, "...I smell the blood...I smell the blood..."

Harry only felt that his stomach was cramping, and he shouted in shock, "It's going to kill."

Regardless of other things, Harry speeded up his pace and rushed up a staircase in three steps, searching for movement and listening attentively.

Harry galloped around on the third floor, and the others looked for the unknown anomaly as they watched carefully.

Until I turned the last corner and came to the last empty aisle.

Everything is business as usual.

"Harry, what are we looking for?" Ron said, wiping sweat from his head with his sleeve. "I didn't hear anything."

Hermione gasped suddenly and pointed to the edge of the corridor.

"that!"

Something is shining on the wall in front.

George walked in the front, he took out his wand, no matter what the three seven twenty-one, he threw a few armors for everyone before saying, "All things can be solved with magic spells. If one fails, then two ."

With protection, everyone felt a little settled. Between the two windows in the corridor, on the corridor wall one foot from the ground, some handwritings were written, and the special paint shimmered under the light of the torch.

The secret room was opened again.

Heir’s enemy, be wary.

"There's something hanging there." Ron found something, his voice trembling, pointing to the front.

"It's Mrs. Loris of Filch, it's hung under the slogan." George blessed himself with Hawkeye when he put on his armor.

It's a pity that once it's night, this magical investigative spell becomes sparse and common, and the darkness has too much influence on the line of sight.

As everyone approached slowly, Harry almost slipped and there was a large pool of water on the ground, and George lifted him up. Everyone took out their wands and walked carefully into the sign.

Only then did Harry and the others see Mrs. Loris's appearance, and they all jumped back in shock, splashing water and hitting the armor barrier.

Mrs. Loris was even more terrifying than before, and it looked hard now, like a wooden board. The tail was nailed to the bracket of the torch, and the light bulb-like eyes didn't look any bright, just as dead.

"Why don't we leave here first." Ron said a little uneasy, and the weird scene at this time made him not want to stay for a second.

"Should we rescue it?" Harry said uncertainly Filch is not a good person, and Mrs. Lorice is not a good cat, should I care about it?

"Listen to me, it's not a good thing that we were discovered here." Ron didn't want to mix up with such things. More importantly, they were the only ones here at this time. It would be difficult to explain if we were discovered.

"It's better to protect the scene." George pondered for a moment and made a decision. "Although it was just a cat, the method seems to be a bit special. The sign that the secret room was opened also means that the matter is just the beginning. If we know more information, we can be more prepared."

"In addition, do you remember our old opponent in the Philosopher's Stone last year?" George lowered his voice, reminding everyone that everything last year was not so easy to end.

"Hi!" Ron felt even more panicked when he mentioned the old opponent.

"I won't let him succeed." Harry has been working hard to keep his promise. I have been working hard to show my consciousness.

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