Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

While they were talking, they could hear the faint sounds of feet stepping on the stairs in the tower, as well as the cheerful chatter and laughter of people after they had had their fill of tea and food.

But suddenly the lively and chattering sounds suddenly disappeared.

"My cat! My cat! What's the matter with Mrs. Norris?"

A scream spread through the silence.

Gray thought, here it comes, here it comes.

"Who is shouting?" Mag asked first.

"I think it was Filch who was screaming." Dumbledore looked up following the sound.

Several professors followed Dumbledore and rushed to the place where the sound came from.

The smell of blood rushed into Gray's nose, and he saw a group of young wizards standing on both sides, looking at the three people in the middle in horror.

very good.

Gray was secretly happy that everything was going as it should, and the next thing would be easy to handle. He knew the entrance to the secret room and knew that Ginny had the diary. All he had to do was give them a hint and end this incident as soon as possible.

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Filch pointed at Harry's nose and screamed, "You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore interrupted Filch as he walked past Harry, Ron and Hermione and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart came forward, swinging his robes.

"My office is closest to here, the Headmaster—upstairs—you can—"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass.

Gray followed Lockhart, who was very excited and airy.

He hasn't been to Lockhart's office yet, but now he is actually looking forward to it. When he opens the door and goes in, he will see a few pictures of people applying hair masks.

They were silent all the way, but as they entered Lockhart's dim office there was a sudden commotion on the walls.

Some were still wearing curlers, and some Lockharts were about to fall asleep in elegant pajamas. They were woken up by Lockhart in the picture frame next door and hurriedly ran away.

"Wake up! Wake up!" one Lockhart called the other Lockhart.

"Oh! My God!" Lockhart, who was woken up, covered his face and hid in a hurry.

The real Lockhart lit the candle on the table and stepped back.Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on the smooth table and began to examine it carefully.

Dumbledore's expression was serious, and he looked at the cat along the bridge of his crooked nose. Then he changed the angle and looked closer, with his nose almost touching Mrs. Norris's fur.

Professor McGonagall bent over and squinted her eyes to look carefully, her face almost touching the cat.

Gray and Snape stood behind them. Snape looked at Harry with a sarcastic expression, seeming to be ready to celebrate. Gray felt that if he was given a festive firecracker at this time, he would be happy to celebrate.

Lockhart hovered around them, constantly making suggestions.

"It must have been killed by a spell - probably the Transformation Torture Curse. I've seen people use this spell many times. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know the undoing method and could have saved it... …”

"You can rescue it now, too." Gray looked at Lockhart with interest.

"Really!" Filch had been crying. After hearing Gray's words, he immediately looked at Lockhart with pleading eyes, hoping that he would give a positive answer.

Dumbledore inadvertently glanced in Gray's direction.

This glance made Gray realize that he did not even check Mrs. Norris and assumed that it was not dead yet.

"..." He had a bad premonition, which seemed to have been exposed just now, "Do you have any other ways to bring Mrs. Norris back to life? Gilderoy, I heard that you are well-informed-"

"Ah, of course, I came too late, otherwise I would have rescued it! Let me think about it... let me think about it... Unfortunately, Mrs. Norris is dead now. I am still thinking about the transformation torture spell, but she is not dead yet. We have to take precautions. I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou," Lockhart said. "A series of attacks are recorded in detail in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various information to the people. All kinds of amulets solved the problem at once..."

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement.One of them forgot to take off his hairnet.

Filch slumped down on a chair next to the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Norris: "Dead! Mrs. Norris can't come back!"

On the other side, three little wizards sat on chairs, saying nothing.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, Filch," he said softly.

"It's not dead?" Filch choked, looking at Mrs. Norris through his fingers. "Then why is it all over - all stiff, as if it's frozen?"

"It's petrified," said Dumbledore, "but how exactly, I don't know..."

"Ask him!" screamed Filch, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry.

"I'm not! I'm not!" Harry shouted.

"Headmaster, I'm afraid Harry and the others cannot be blamed for this, Filch." Gray stood up, "How could a second-year student be petrified?"

Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems, Gray, you have unique insights into this matter." Dumbledore looked at Gray, but this time Gray had a good reason.

"If it was an ordinary 'all petrified', principal, you should be able to lift the spell, but now even you can't figure out what's going on. This is enough to show that Mrs. Norris is under a very profound magic, not an ordinary one." The petrification spell."

He couldn't say any more at the moment. Dumbledore said he couldn't understand it. Wouldn't it arouse even more suspicion if Gray added "It might be some kind of monster, caused by looking directly at the basilisk" at this time.

"Professor Morris, I think just because of the petrification magic is not enough to prove that it has nothing to do with Potter. There are many doubts in this matter, such as - Potter and his friends just shouldn't have appeared at that time. That place," Snape stood up.

He twisted his lips and looked at Harry with a sneer, "Why on earth did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween party?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione scrambled to explain that they went to the death anniversary party: "I promised Nearly Headless Nick to attend the death anniversary party! That's why I didn't go to the Halloween dinner! Hundreds of ghosts came to the death anniversary party. They can prove it. We were there-"

"But after that, why didn't you come to the party?" Snape seized on the loophole and continued to ask, "Why did you go to the corridor above?"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry.

"Because - because -" Harry choked and suddenly looked at Gray with a pleading look.

"I'm afraid it's my fault -" said Gray, "I asked them to come to my office after the party, and Harry was very, very bad at Hedrons, even worse than his Potions. I had to leave him alone. Call me over to make up some extra lessons."

"Yes!" Ron said hurriedly, "Hermione and I happened to accompany him to the office on the fourth floor."

Snape pursed his lips and looked at Gray with a little suspicion: "Really? It's really surprising that Potter has a subject worse than Potions. It seems that I overestimated his lowest level. But They are still highly suspicious, and for this reason——"

Harry had a defeated expression on his face, but he couldn't argue.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Dumbledore said firmly.

Snape was very angry after hearing this.

"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyes bulging outwards. "I want to see someone get some punishment! I need justice! There must be a murderer in this!"

"We can cure it, Filch." Dumbledore said patiently. "Professor Sprout has recently obtained some mandrakes. Once they grow up, I will have a medicine that can cure it. Lady Liss comes back to life.”

"I'll make it," Lockhart interjected. "I must have made it a hundred times. I can make the Mandrake Resurrection Potion while I close my eyes and dream -"

Gray didn't know how to evaluate Lockhart's words for a moment. Let's not talk about whether he could prepare the potion in a dream. His bragging was really a dream.

"Forgive me," Snape said coldly, "I think I am the Potions teacher in this school."

The scene was very embarrassing...