hp Ouroboros

Fortunately, Camille's Animagus transformation in the middle of the night in the storm did not affect her enjoyment of the Halloween dinner the next day.Camille was a little unhappy when he slapped a live Halloween bat that wanted to fly to the dinner plate and didn’t know what to do. There is really nothing on the table!

never mind!I'm in a good mood!Camille quickly filled the dinner plate with a large char-grilled steak disguised as raw meat and three screaming heart pies, and it was only when Camille swallowed a big mouthful of beef that she remembered to plan for roommate Granger's tonight's itinerary. Three seconds of silence—the ghost's death-day party...you can think without reading a book or even using your brain, that there will not be any 'food' suitable for living people at that party.

The little wizards who ate their stomachs full of delicious food were chatting in the auditorium. The Gryffindor students especially liked to play with the little bats used as decorations. They always competed with each other to lure those bats from the roof with different foods. Fly down and see who can attract the most little bats.

Camille thought this competition was extremely boring before, not to mention that she successfully practiced Animagus last night. She no longer envies any creature with wings, especially those little bats, which are not half as small as hers. It's the size of a palm, and it's not challenging at all. If it is replaced by a dangerous creature that can suck human brains, Camille thinks she will be very interested.

It wasn't until the curfew time was approaching that the little wizards got up in large numbers and prepared to return to their lounges.

Sylvia left the 'hidden mission' of leading the team on her own, followed the Gryffindor army, and came to Camille's side--her little cutie finally came to her senses last night, she I can finally cling to Camille with peace of mind and send her back to Gryffindor Tower, who cares about those lifeless little Slytherin wizards!

Squeezed in the crowd, Camille held Sylvia's hand. In addition to preventing the slender Sylvia from being pushed away by the crowd, Camille now honestly admits that she just likes Sylvia's cool and delicate skin touch.

Ascending to the third floor, the chattering and chattering crowd suddenly fell silent. The front was blocked by something. Although everyone was pushing forward, it was obvious that something happened in front of them. A bunch of little wizards were just cocks I just want to watch the fun.

Both Sylvia and Camille were not very interested in what happened, but apparently the little wizards in front thought that the incident had something to do with them, and a corridor appeared inexplicably in the crowd, leading directly to the place where the incident happened.

It's okay to go over and have a look, Sylvia and Camille went straight to the front of the crowd.

In front of them was a large puddle of water, between the two windows, on the wall one foot above the ground, some handwriting was smeared, clearly displayed in front of everyone under the light of burning torches.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant! "

"What is this?" Sylvia frowned.

Camille pulled Sylvia's robe and motioned her to look carefully under the words.

Attracted by the big red characters, Sylvia almost ignored that there was something in the dark place under the sign—it was a skinny cat with uneven and messy hair, raised by Filch, the castle administrator. The cat, Mrs. Norris—it was hanging on a torch stand, its limbs stretched out, its fur all bristled on its arched back, its eyes wide open, and it remained frozen in a state of fright.

And Harry Ron and Hermione, the three of them stared wide-eyed like that, standing alone in the middle of the corridor, not far from the torch.

"What's going on here? What's going on here? Don't get stuck in the corridor! Go away!" Filch violently shouldered the crowd from behind and squeezed his way to the front.

Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and clutching his face in terror, he flung himself at the torch, screaming, "My cat! Mrs. Norris! What's the matter with you?"

The position where Harry and the others stood was too abrupt, and Filch was not stupid, so his protruding eyes were fixed on Harry and the others' faces the next moment.

"You!" he screamed, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to...!"

"Filch!" came Dumbledore's voice, followed by many other teachers, and the students automatically made way for them.

Dumbledore didn't look at Harry and the others at all, strode up to the torch, and untied Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger and..." Dumbledore turned his gaze to the front of the crowd Sylvia, "Miss Slytherin, please come too."

"My office is the closest, Mr. Principal, it's upstairs, you can..."

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore interrupted Lockhart's high spirits just in time.

Under the leadership of other professors, the students silently separated to the two sides to let Dumbledore and the others go first, and then gradually dispersed.

Camille, who was not named by Principal Dumbledore, had no intention of going back to Gryffindor Tower. She followed Sylvia closely without saying anything, and walked with them to Lockhart's office.

Lockhart's office is really "Lockhart". Dozens of Lockhart's single photos are hung on the wall, probably because no one can see him at night. Camille saw many pictures of Lockhart There was a curling barrel on Te's head. He saw a group of people suddenly walking into the office. They were looking for places to hide in the photos in a panic. There were a few unfortunate photos that were blank and there was no place to hide. Those Lockharts were stunned. In the same place, the ostrich covered his face with his hands mentally. — so it turns out that Lockhart was lying when he said his 'perfect blonde curls were all natural'.

Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances, unaware that it made them look even more suspicious.

Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at the cat, poking it with their fingers occasionally. Half of Snape's body was hidden in the shadows, and it seemed that he had no interest in the cat at all. People can't help but wonder what the significance of his coming here is.

Lockhart was probably the happiest person in the office, walking up and down, chattering about his 'guess': "It must have been a spell that killed it, I think it's probably Transfiguration Torture Curse. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the cure, which could have saved it!"

Camille rolled his eyes, but fortunately Filch's crying finally silenced that incompetent idiot - Lockhart actually 'walked over, held a match, and lit a candle' just now!Is he a wizard after all? !

At this time, Dumbledore whispered some strange words, and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response—Ms. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a freshly prepared specimen.

Lockhart was chattering nonsense again, but Dumbledore said something softly, "It's not dead, Filch." - Filch was happy, and Camille looked at Lockhart as if he had been slapped. Suddenly unable to speak as if pinching her neck, she also felt quite refreshed.

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

"Ask them!" Filch screamed and looked at Harry and the others viciously.

"It's impossible for a second-year student to do this," Dumbledore said firmly, "It requires a very advanced level of black magic..." Speaking of which, Dumbledore turned to look at the man standing next to Snape. Sylvia, and then he saw Camille standing beside Sylvia frowning.

"Oh! Miss Camille, Minerva said that you just completed your Animagus transformation yesterday, you should need a rest..."

"Sylvia is my girlfriend! I want to be here!" Camille's cold and firm tone and eyes exuded a strong desire for protection.

Another big news!Snape turned his head and stared at Camille now. Although Harry and Ron already knew about this from Hermione, didn't they say that neither of them said anything?So now this is what it means to be public?

Dumbledore was also taken aback for a moment, his blue eyes moved between Sylvia and Camille through the half-moon glasses, and then he nodded and said, "Ah! Yes, yes, no problem, Camille Miss."

"It's him! He found out! In my office, he knows I'm a...I'm a..." Filch didn't care about boyfriend-girlfriend shit at all, pointing his skinny fingers at Harry, he His face twitched horribly, "He knows I'm a Squib!"

"I didn't touch Mrs. Norris at all! I don't even know what a Squib means," said Harry loudly.

"Nonsense!" growled Filch. "He saw my correspondence letter for a quick spell!"

Dumbledore interrupted the argument between Harry and Filch with a wave of his hand, "Wait a minute, I'd rather ask Miss Slytherin first." He continued to look at Sylvia, smiling and trying to show soft kindness, "What does Miss Slytherin think of the writing on the wall?"

Sylvia replied calmly without even shaking her eyebrows: "That has nothing to do with me. I haven't even seen the place 'Secret Chamber' in the notes of the manor."

"Please allow me to ask a little question," Snape said in the shadows, and Camille felt that he was not a person who would make trouble at such a time, "Miss Slytherin's question is put aside for now, because we do meet It came to a series of doubts, perhaps, Potter and his friends were just not supposed to be in that place at that time, but in fact, why did they go up the hallway at all? Why didn't they go to the Halloween party?"— —Sure enough, Snape is not a person who will throw trouble, Camille thought. What she means is that when it comes to Sylvia, Snape is not a person who will throw trouble. As for Potter?What does that have to do with her!

Harry, Ron and Hermione scrambled to explain that they were going to the Deathday Party, but Snape was not such an easy man to pass. "But after that, why didn't you come to the party? Why the upper corridor?"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. "Because, because... because we're tired and want to go to bed early." After Harry said this, Camille rolled his eyes, what a bad reason...

"No dinner?" Snape smiled smugly. "I think the food provided by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for living people."

"We're not hungry!" Ron exclaimed, as his stomach rumbled - Camille will be sure, Harry and Ron's brain circuits probably...they probably don't have such a thing as a brain circuit Bar!What on earth would they want to tell such a lame lie?Camille was just a little curious, she didn't think Harry and the others did the cat's petrification at all.Just kidding, according to Hermione, the two of them even messed up their second-year spells class, not to mention the petrification that requires black magic, they probably don't even know the ordinary petrification spell!

I don't know why Snape, who hated Harry so much, then used Harry's lie to argue with McGonagall, whether Harry can continue to participate in the Quidditch match... Indeed, this punishment is a bit far-fetched.

Dumbledore looked from Harry to Sylvia.

Camille snorted dissatisfiedly, Sylvia said it wasn't her anymore, this old man was so annoying!

"About the secret room, I will go back and look for the records in the manor," Sylvia said suddenly. She walked to the cat and bent down to look at it. When she stood up again, she said : "I don't think it might be black magic. I don't feel the breath of black magic. It's most likely the petrification effect brought about by potions or magic creature attacks."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "It's very possible, Miss Slytherin."

"My cat is petrified!" screamed Filch, who couldn't care less what turned his cat into petrification. "I'd love to see someone get some punishment!"

"We can cure it, Filch." Dumbledore explained patiently. "Professor Sprout has recently acquired some mandrakes. Lady Norris is recovering."