The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 61 The Plan and the Little Detective
"Well...Professor Dumbledore, I found another doubt, that is, why didn't it kill Mrs. Norris." Weiss said the horrible thing in a flat tone.

"Wess! Mrs. Norris is already very pitiful! How could you..." Hermione hurriedly pulled him beside Wes.

"No! Miss Granger, Serena Weiss is right, why not kill it!" Dumbledore frowned, stood up and paced back and forth.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione looked at the old man pacing back and forth in surprise, and suddenly realized, she murmured, "Could it be because it's too small?"

"No, it has lived for a thousand years! Mrs. Norris is just a thing for it!" Weiss frowned.

"To frame those two students?" Professor Kettleburn speculated beside him.

"No, if Harry and Ron hadn't agreed to Nearly Headless Nick's invitation, they would have attended the Halloween party with everyone. It's all my fault, let them obey the agreement and go to the Deathday Banquet." Hermione's expression fell.

"It's not your fault! Miss Granger, keeping the promise is always right!" Dumbledore stopped pacing and comforted Hermione.

"Albus, what's the matter? Class is about to start, what can we do for you?" Professor McGonagall's voice came over.

"Our little Weiss and Miss Granger found out what is in the Chamber of Secrets." The old god Dumbledore sat in his place and waved his wand: "Everyone sit down. Then, Miss Granger , Tell a few professors about your findings."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore..." Hermione repeated what Weiss said just now.

"That is to say, there is a basilisk in the school that we don't know?" Professor Sprout said slowly after taking a deep breath.

"Yes, what Miss Granger said is very possible." Professor Flitwick nodded: "If it is discovered by then, the thousand-year-old basilisk must have a high magic resistance in its skin, which is really troublesome. "

"Albus, why don't we stop holding the Christmas banquet and let the children go back, and our professors will check it thoroughly?" Professor McGonagall suggested.

"No, Professor McGonagall! This is not a good idea. It will only be more troublesome if people in the dark find out!" Snape flatly rejected Professor McGonagall's proposal.

"Yes, and...Sylvanos, could I trouble you to send the two children to class? My biological clock tells me that class is about to start." Dumbledore interrupted what he wanted to say, and let Kettleburn The professor sent Weiss and the others away.

"Huh? Yes, little ones, what class do you have in the afternoon?" Although Professor Kettleburn was puzzled, he turned to Weiss and the others.

"They are Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sylvanos, please." Professor McGonagall spoke first.

"No need, Professor Kettleburn, you can go back to rest later, I will go to class with Hermione." Weiss glanced at Dumbledore, and found that the old man's face was no longer smiling, as deep as water.

"Then, professors, let's take our leave first." With that said, Hermione was about to leave with a reluctant expression on her face.

"Little Weiss," Dumbledore's voice came over when he was about to leave the house: "I hope you don't tell others about these things, so as not to cause panic, and you haven't seen your medal since you came to school, right? Go take a look."

"Okay! Professor."

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"Wes, what's the matter? Why are you pulling me away so fast? We just need to beg Professor McGonagall and she will definitely agree! After all, we have guessed so many things!" Hermione looked at Wes with a displeased face, and shook Let go of the hand he was holding on to his sleeve.

"Professor Dumbledore has already reminded us. First of all, it is inconvenient for him to speak out about this matter, and we need to investigate it ourselves. Then, the target of the investigation is the prize showroom." Weiss said his opinion: " And it's Professor Lockhart's class next, why aren't you excited?"

"After you have said so much, it would be nice if I could treat Professor Lockhart normally." Hermione gave Weiss a white look.

"But isn't he handsome? And he has many legendary stories, and he is also a recipient of the Merlin Medal like me." Weiss repeated Hermione's adjectives before school started.

"...Hurry up, I don't want to be late!" Hermione ignored him and kept walking quickly.

"... I don't know what he will show today? It's not convenient for Fang to earn points." Weiss also muttered, and quickly followed.

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It's a pity that their Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very ordinary today. Lockhart read long paragraphs of his books on the podium, and made exaggerated performances from time to time.

After class, Harry and Ron looked at Hermione eagerly. Obviously, Wes guessed it right: there was no better candidate than him except Lockhart. It turned out that after Hermione said a few good words to Lockhart , Lockhart readily signed the note without even glancing at what book they were borrowing.

Ever since, they got the formula easily, but there was still a problem lying in front of them: they had no venue.

"Hermione, throw away that note!" Ron said, looking at the note in Hermione's book, "I feel disgusted when I see it."

"No! Although... his note is very collectible!" Hermione paused, but she still replied firmly.

"Give up that note! Ron, we need to find a quiet place to refine the potion now! According to Hermione's tone, the potion will take a month to refine! I hope there will be no more attacks in the meantime." Harry frowned and said to the two arguing.

"How about going to that female ghost? Filch happened to be watching outside." Weiss expressed his thoughts.

"You mean... Myrtle? The bathroom on the second floor?" Hermione asked puzzled, "But won't Filch make things difficult for us?"

"I don't think so, because Mrs. Norris." Weiss replied.

"But will he recognize what we're going to configure?" Hermione was still worried.

"No, last time Harry told me that he is a squib!" Ron said excitedly, "Last time Harry found out that Filch was secretly signing up for a magic class!"

"Squib? No wonder I've never seen him perform magic." Hermione nodded. "Shall we ask?"

"No, I'll go alone. I don't think he will listen to you." Weiss shook his head and was about to leave. He paused and asked, "Who will take me to his office?"

"...it's me. Compared with the two of them, Filch won't scold a girl for no reason, will he?" Hermione helplessly helped her forehead, and walked forward to Wes: "You two go, two Wait for us in the hallway of the upstairs bathroom, I hope Filch is in his office."

"Well, I'll let you know if we find Filch there," Harry added, dragging Ron away.

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"Mr. Filch, I want to prepare some potions privately, for the incident of Mrs. Norris." Weiss saw Filch who was sitting blankly.

"Huh? For Mrs. Norris? But...but this is against the rules!" Filch's face showed confusion.

"We will stay in the bathroom on the second floor obediently, and generally no one will go there! We won't be discovered by others!" Hermione added.

"Well...you didn't come to my office this afternoon! I didn't see you either! I don't think it's helpful to catch the prisoner who attacked Mrs. Norris by guarding the bathroom corridor on the second floor! I will patrol other places later! Don't get caught by me!" Mr. Filch said to himself.

"Okay, we have heard your advice, and we will not violate the school's regulations." Weiss bowed and exited the office.

"We succeeded like this?" Hermione was still very surprised after coming out.

"How should I put it, if it was in ancient Egypt, even if you killed the guards just because of the cat, Pharaoh would stand by you." Weiss shrugged.

"Um... are cats really that good?" Hermione couldn't believe it.

"Well, I once wanted to buy a ginger one in Diagon Alley, but it refused to go with me." Weiss nodded and said that he had wanted to raise one for a long time.

"Isn't it enough to change one?" Hermione was surprised by Wes's high-sighted eyes.

"No, the choice of cat depends on the eye, maybe it is destined?" Weiss shrugged and walked forward.

(End of this chapter)