Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 153 Halloween will not be peaceful
"sound?"

"Is it a ghost?"

Ginny looked at Harry puzzled, but when she accidentally saw Ron's frown, Ginny immediately fell silent.

"No, it's not a ghost. It should be said that this is the sound that can only be made by a very evil person."

Harry didn't know what words to use to describe this strange whisper.

"Cold, murderous—"

"Looks like it's up there."

Harry looked up at the ceiling of the corridor. They were still on the basement floor, and the stairs leading to the ground floor were beside them.

"What did you hear? What was that voice saying?"

Ron touched Fox, then held his wand in his palm.

"He said he was starving. It seemed like he hadn't eaten for a long time"

Harry listened attentively, and then his expression became more serious.

"Ron! He said he was going to kill someone! We gotta stop him! Whatever it is!"

The voice was getting weaker and weaker, and the owner of the voice was moving up the upper floor, which made him fearful and uneasy, but the feeling of blood boiling drove Harry to take a step forward.

"Fox, take care of Hermione and my sister."

Ron threw Fox to Hermione, and finally dragged Harry towards the stairs, "You guide Harry, but remember, don't look up, look at the ground."

"Why good!"

"This way, through the hall."

Ron, who was running wildly, quickly came to the first floor where the hall was located. After passing through a corridor, he jumped up the marble steps five steps at a time.

"Wait, let me listen, the sound is getting farther and farther away now."

Harry tried his best to distinguish the direction of the sound, he was holding his breath, his face was flushed.

"He said he smelled blood! That thing is going to kill people! You have to go up to Ron, he's not on the second floor!"

Picking up Harry and throwing it over his shoulder, the heavy footsteps seemed to crush the floor, and the rampaging tank rushed up to the third floor in an instant. There was no one in the empty aisle, and the direction guide The sound has also disappeared.

Almost spared the entire third floor and ran around. The huge Hogwarts castle became the best place for hide-and-seek games at this moment. Just after Ron turned a corner, a piece of water-stained ground appeared before his eyes.

The bucket didn't tip over, but the water in it was overturned, and the mop used to clean up the stains was also thrown aside. In the middle of the aisle, a stiff figure was suspended in mid-air by magic, turning silently.

A line of fluorescent writing glowed in the dark, shining on the wall a foot above the ground, between two windows.

That was the shadow cast by the burning torches.

'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened'

'Dirty blood will be sacrificed. '

A stench wafted in the corridor, it was the smell of a big dung egg after being soaked in water, and there was a filthy mess under the figure spinning and floating in the air.

It was Filch who was hanging up, and he wasn't in the auditorium but here because of the mess that he had to clean up by hand for hours.

Filch doesn't know magic. Although he belongs to a wizard family, he is a Squib without the ability to cast spells, almost indistinguishable from a Muggle.

When Harry, who was put down by Ron, looked up, he saw Filch's frozen face, which seemed to be cursing something.

Harry immediately took a step back. Although he didn't like Filch, it didn't mean he was indifferent to a person's death.

"what happened to him?"

"Filch is dead?"

Harry's voice became a little thinner, which was completely different from the feeling he had when he saw Quirrell and Voldemort disappear last year. His heart was stuffy, and there was an indescribable discomfort and nausea.

"I have no idea."

But before Ron finished speaking, there were rumbling and chaotic footsteps from both ends of the corridor, low and loud, like thunder hidden in the clouds.

A burst of hurried footsteps came before these muffled sounds. Hermione and Ginny, who were out of breath, were running up with Fox in their arms. They saw Ron and Harry, but before they could say anything, a scream came from Out of their mouths.

"What's the matter?" Hermione covered her mouth and stared at the figure floating in mid-air. He recognized that it was Filch, "What happened?"

But the students who were not far behind the two of them had already walked up to the third floor. They were crowded, talking and laughing loudly, and then came not far from the floating figure.

The lively chattering voices that came out of their mouths suddenly disappeared, and screams and panicked whispers with fear became the main theme of the moment.

"Quiet!"

"Then step back slowly!"

Ron's thunderous yelling made the noise that appeared at this time suddenly quiet.

"Student union chairmen and prefects of each college, maintain order, where is the professor? Please let them come here quickly!"

"It's not a prank."

As the great Quidditch king of Hogwarts, the invincible player in one-on-one group fights, the founder of card cards, and the big benefactor of holiday benefits, Ron's words are quite effective among students, and sometimes they are more effective than others. Some professors speak more effectively.

The students quickly followed suit, and the chaotic order gradually returned to calm.

But at this moment, a loud shout came from unknown.

"You killed Filch?"

"Where is the speaker? Come out!"

Swept by this sharp look, the little wizards immediately stepped aside and isolated the person who was hiding in the crowd shouting. A senior Slytherin student turned pale and was at a loss. I expected that I would be sold out so easily.

"At Christmas, version 3.0 of Dark Souls will be officially released. The new card packs will be ten packs per person, as I said."

A burst of cheers directly overwhelmed the uneasiness that permeated the little wizards before. What is more exciting and exciting than sending card packs?

That was a gift worth one Galleon and three Sickles, definitely one of the best Christmas presents this year.

Ron walked up to the boy who spoke, his expressionless stare almost made this brave but small wizard weak and wanted to fall to the ground.

"If I want to kill someone, I don't think it needs to be so troublesome."

"Smash you into a pulp with a sword, and then use it to clean it up, then nothing will be left."

"Right?"

The wizard, who was so frightened that he fell to the ground and couldn't get up, nodded his head hastily, while the person beside him also silently swallowed his saliva.

This is rough, but it makes sense.

After all, no one would think that the orangutan would adopt such a non-simple and crude way of solving problems.

"I think the lounge is in the basement of Slytherin, shouldn't go up, right?"

"This is the third floor, why do you take a long way around?"

The wizard who was too frightened to speak could only keep shaking his head. He waved his hands again and again, but he hesitated and couldn't speak.

"We're actually going to play cards in D·A's classroom, and I'm with him."

A short boy explained to Ron in a low voice, "Actually, there are a few more people. We made an appointment yesterday."

A few little wizards nodded to testify to his words. Since the cards were acquired, the tense atmosphere of the four academies has actually become much more harmonious than before. After all, everyone is a card player, and any conflicts cannot be resolved. of?
There is no conflict that cannot be resolved in one round of Heroes. If there is, then another round will be played.

"Okay, but don't speak indiscriminately without evidence. It's a good time to spread rumors. The whole family's crematorium."

At this moment, the professors rushed over one after another, and the little wizards who were being led away by the prefect made way for the professor. Dumbledore was at the front, followed by McGonagall and Flitwick.

And Lockhart, who was like a butterfly wearing a flower, kept talking, trying to attract others' attention, but it didn't seem to work.

"When?"

"Just now, after we left Nick's Deathday banquet, Harry heard some strange voices, as if he was about to murder something, and then I asked Fox to protect Hermione and Ginny, and I brought Harry up to have a look."

"Ah."

Dumbledore, who was watching Filch carefully, just nodded. His slender fingers touched here and there, almost touching Filch. Beside him, Professor McGonagall was also holding his glasses carefully. Check it out, try to find clues from it.

While everyone was seriously observing and looking for evidence, Lockhart kept wandering around people, chirping and making suggestions.

"There must have been a spell that killed him - probably the Transfiguration spell, I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I didn't catch it the first time, if I'd been there I would have known That spell-breaking method could have saved him.”

Lockhart, who was talking to himself, looked around triumphantly, but no one cared about his performance, and the smile on his face made people wonder if he would be embarrassed by it.

"Professor, look around."

Ron tugged Dumbledore's sleeve, and he pointed to the bucket on the ground, the spilled water, and the mop.

"Filch would not pour out the water in the bucket at will, but if it was knocked down, if Filch had already had an accident at that time, I don't think the murderer would straighten the bucket."

"Filch was swearing something, maybe he kicked over the bucket in some kind of shock?"

"For example, the ghost that came out of the ground that was frightened by Fox before."

"We can ask, maybe there will be some clues."

"Severus."

Dumbledore turned to look at Snape, "Please go."

"Nick's dinner party is on the basement floor, in the passage of black candles."

Ron reminded Snape, but Snape didn't respond with a nod, and he left quickly with a cold face.

"Move Filch to another place first, the corridor is not a good place to check."

"Go to my office, Headmaster! That's the closest—upstairs!"

Lockhart, who hastily interrupted, puffed out his chest, as if this was something serious.

"Thank you Gilderoy." Dumbledore said calmly, and then waved his wand, and Filch, who was floating in mid-air, drifted away.

Professor McGonagall and the others followed, as did Ron and Harry.

"You two go back first."

"No!" Hermione shook her head stubbornly, "Maybe I can help, just in case!"

"Then Ginny, you go back, Fox, please stay with Ginny for a while, today's appointment can only be canceled, and I will make Harry make it up ten times."

Ginny, who wanted to say something at first, hugged Fox sullenly, then turned away with her mouth pouted, but her footsteps sounded quite cheerful.

It was the first time for them to visit Lockhart's office. This gorgeously decorated office was full of photos, but without exception, all of them were Lockhart himself. In his eyes, no one was more beautiful than himself. Be 'great'.

Some of the Lockharts were combing their blond curly hair, using curling irons to curl them into fluffy curls around the city, and some were rubbing something on their faces, as if they were taking care of their skin.

But after so many people came in, they all hid without exception.

The slightly dim room was illuminated by the light of candles, and Filch, who was floating in mid-air, was placed on Lockhart's desk, but before that, Dumbledore moved all the thick envelopes on it to the aside.

In this bright room, Dumbledore drew out his wand, he began to mutter a spell, and then lightly tapped Filch's body with the tip of his wand.

But Filch still lay there like a specimen, lifeless.

"—I remember a very similar thing happened in Ouagadougou." Lockhart still said without the slightest insight, he still wanted to attract everyone's attention, he hadn't seen those other than his fans for a long time looked out at him adoringly.

"It's a series of attacks. I have detailed records in my autobiography. If anyone has not read "I Can Be Magical", you must read it. You can definitely learn a lot from it. I provided people with All kinds of amulets solve the problem at once."

"One more word from BB and I'll finish you off."

Ron, who was not in a good mood at all, stared at the chirping butterflies, and Lockhart's smile froze on his face again. On his shoulders was a huge sword that could almost be resisted with all his strength. The rough, blunt blade tore the robe from his shoulders in friction.

Lockhart turned his eyes to Dumbledore for help, but the old man who was doing a detailed inspection had no intention of turning back at all. After Lockhart asked for help with a stiff smile for a while, Professor McGonagall shook his head lightly, and then pulled He drove Ron out of the siege for him.

Relieved, Lockhart moved further away from Ron, two meters was no longer enough, the giant sword plus Ron's wingspan, at least three meters away from him.

At this moment, Lockhart began to re-examine Ron. He thought that at least in front of so many teachers, this person should not interrupt his pretentiousness, but now it seems that Nicole May's student His status had to be adjusted up. It seemed that this was truly remarkable. He had long forgotten the history of magic courses, and he only knew that Nicolas Flamel was very famous, and he was someone Fudge wanted to curry favor with.

Just as he retreated to the door and started counting how many murders he had prevented with a few young professors, there was a frantic scratching sound that made Lockhart jump up.

"The murderer is here! He must be afraid that I will reveal his identity immediately, but in fact, I am almost there."

"click~"

The professor standing at the door opened the door, but there was Dumbledore in the room, and no one would feel uneasy.

A sand-gray man rushed in bluntly. He jumped up from the ground as if teleporting, and then rushed towards Ron.

"Pretty. Cough~ I mean terrible!"

Ron caught Luke who jumped up, not even bothering to glance at Lockhart.

"what happened?"

"Wow~"

Luxy hooked her paws, and a big, skinny cat with gray fur came in again outside the door. This not-so-good-looking cat was Mrs. Norris, who was almost inseparable from Filch.

"Mrs. Norris is looking for you? So what do you want to tell me?"

"Wow! Whoa! Whoa!"

Lukexi was gesticulating with his paws while yelling. This strange scene made everyone's eyes focus on Lukexi and Ron.

"Luxie told me that Filch was cleaning up the big dung that someone threw in the hallway before, and then a ghost rushed out from the ground, Filch kicked over the bucket, Mrs. Norris went after the ghost, Because it wasn't any of the Hogwarts ghosts."

"It's a pity that ghosts can go through walls. When Mrs. Norris came back, Filch was thrown to the ground. He tried to go up, but he was chased away by a spell, so he found Luxie. After all, cats don't He can write and can't speak, so he has to tell others about it."

"Did you find the attacker?" Dumbledore frowned and said, it didn't seem strange that he could speak cat language to Ron.

"No, Mrs. Norris didn't see anything, but according to his description, Filch hadn't been hung up at that time, and there was no such writing on the wall."

"Who left the banquet early? Except the four of us?"

"There's no way to count it." Dumbledore shook his head, "Many students didn't come to the banquet, and they were still playing cards in the lounge."

Although he said so, Dumbledore's eyes also told Ron that this is not a place to talk.

"Filch isn't dead, he's just been petrified."

"I guessed it, this is." Lockhart interrupted hastily.

"This is not a petrification spell, but a higher level of black magic."

"That's right, I thought so too." He smiled brightly, and then immediately added.

Dumbledore didn't even look at Lockhart, "Looks like we need to send Filch to the infirmary."

"The ghost has been found."

Snape, who was walking quietly, had a fight with the ghost. When he spoke calmly behind Lockhart's back, Lockhart staggered in fright and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little excited because I'm about to find out the truth." Lockhart said without showing any embarrassment, and then straightened his clothes.

"It was a ghost invited by Nick, but frightened by Fox, but other than that, there are no other clues."

"What about the voice?" Harry asked a little puzzled, "What about the voice?"

"He didn't hear the sound? It was a cold, murderous sound."

"not at all."

Snape shook his head.

"Looks like what Ron said."

"So let's all go back now, Professor Sprout is currently cultivating mandrakes, and once they grow and mature, I have a drug that can restore Filch to his original state and tell the students not to panic, but to strengthen discipline , don't let them run around, I need this until this matter is resolved."

The professors nodded one after another, this is what should be done.

"I'll configure it when the time comes!" Joyful Lockhart interjected, "I must have configured it a hundred times! I can concoct the Mandrake resurrection potion while dreaming!"

"Then it's a deal, you should drink a cup first, and hope that the resurrection potion won't poison you to death. The cries of mandrakes can be deadly, and their juice is equally deadly if they are not properly processed. "

Ron smiled and patted Lockhart on the shoulder, causing his knees to go limp, and he quickly helped the chair beside him.

"Professor Snape will agree, right? After all, this is an improvement course that will allow him to go one step further and forget about mixing shit into potions."

Ron, who had pissed off the two of them in a row, did not forget to smile at Snape, but it was a little hideous and scary.

"I really - thank you very much!" Snape squeezed out the words through his teeth, "Then I look forward to your performance, Professor Lockhart."

"Don't disappoint me."

This soft whisper, which resembled the breath of a poisonous snake, almost made Lockhart unable to hold back the smile on his face. He nodded with tears in his eyes, trembling so much that he couldn't stand still.

As Dumbledore's most reassuring people, Snape, McGonagall, and Ron followed him and sent Filch to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey left them a space where no one would be disturbed. , They stopped here for a while beside the hospital bed covered by the white curtain.

"Can you talk to cats?"

It was Professor McGonagall who spoke. She had wanted to ask this question for a long time. As a serious card addict, a serious Quidditch fanatic, a senior cat sucker, even Animagus is a cat Professor McGonagall Very interested in this.

"Yes, but it's only limited to Lukexi. He is much smarter than ordinary cats. I can't understand other cats, such as Mrs. Norris." Ron pointed to the bed beside him, and Mrs. Norris said Stay by Filch's side, never leave.

"It's probably because Luke doesn't meow very much, it's very touching to hear it."

"Meow meow meow?"

Luxy, who was lying on Ron's back, spoke strangely. He didn't seem to understand what it meant.

"Talking about cats, Lukexi, I can't understand you yelling like that."

Luxy, who was patted on the head by Ron, drooped his little head. Is there something wrong with him, or is something wrong with his master?

"By the way, professor, for mandrakes, there should be ready-made mandrakes on the market, right? Can't Jin Gallon buy them?" Compared to delaying the time of de-petrification until the end of the school year, Ron is more in favor of de-petrification now.

After all, the current main line has long been messed up. He is not sure whether the next time the victim will be petrified. After all, the coincidence in the book may not be applicable now.

If someone dies, it will cause a big mess. No matter who dies, this should not happen. No one needs to pay for this kind of thing.

"The mandrake is mature in June, and the potion needs fresh mandrakes."

"But there's nothing Jin Gallon can't do, right?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Like Nick, there are definitely some in his herb garden, but now is not the time."

"It's not a good thing to let panic ferment, Professor, what if you don't get petrified next time, but die instead?"

"It seems that you guessed it?" Dumbledore asked in a little surprise.

"When I was in first grade, I used to take a bath in the prefect's bathroom whenever I was free. You know, Myrtle likes to peep in it, but I had a good time chatting with her, after all, she has no interest in orangutans. , I will not laugh at her."

"I was curious how the ghost appeared, so I asked about her death."

"Unexpected." Dumbledore spread his hands, "It seems that liking to wander around is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Could it be that you think I can still prophesy? Let it go, if this is the case, I would have bought tickets for the Daily Prophet at home, and our family will have to wait until then to live a good life?"

Ron rolled his eyes, and then covered up the turmoil in his heart. Dumbledore, an old fox, is really terrifying.

"Nicole's prophecy is very strong. I thought you had learned a little bit, but you can try it. Foretelling is a wonderful alternative magic, as if it can allow people to peek into the corner of the future through the fog of time. .”

"But my intuition is also very useful. For example, in the Quidditch World Cup two years later, the England team will win. I will take a sum of gold Galleons from the goblins to make them cry. I remember Time to place a bet, this is a good opportunity to make money."

"Sure." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "but let's get back to the topic now."

"There will be no more dead people at Hogwarts."

"As long as Hogwarts is not destroyed, there will be no murder in Hogwarts, but only murder."

"The Chamber of Secrets was once opened, 50 years ago, when I was not the headmaster, I was much younger than now, I was the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts, being a professor is much more interesting than the headmaster, believe me. "

Dumbledore blinked mischievously. He was just 60 years old at that time, and his beard was not white yet.

"The headmaster at that time was Professor Armando Dippet. He was a respected teacher, but when the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, a student died because of it."

Hermione made a sound of inhaling, grabbed Ron's arm, and then stuffed everyone present with a mouthful of hot dog food.

"He took the blame and resigned, at least that's what he announced."

"Actually, after he left Hogwarts, he came back soon, with his guilt and determination to protect Hogwarts."

"As we all know, in Hogwarts, even if you fall from a height of [-] feet while riding a broom, you will only be severely injured at most. This is the magic that the great wizards who established Hogwarts have cast on this place. One of the rules of Hogwarts."

"Professor Armando Dippet, on the other hand, extended another branch of this rule. He put an end to murder in Hogwarts at the cost of never being able to leave Hogwarts again."

"Even if the chamber of secrets is opened again, the tragedy that he regrets for the rest of his life will never happen."

"Trust a principal who loves this school wholeheartedly, trust him."

Dumbledore patted Ron on the shoulder, and he didn't say more, because it was inappropriate now.

"It's not that I'm spreading fear, it's not good, and I don't want to, but sometimes, we have to pay enough."

"For the greater good."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, but he seemed to be looking into the distance.

"When necessary, go."

"You're a smart kid, you know what to do."

"Okay, now it's time to go back."

Dumbledore waved to them, then sent them out of the school infirmary.

"Ron! What's going on?"

"How much do you know about the Chamber of Secrets? Tell me quickly."

After making sure that there was no one around, Harry lowered his voice and spoke. The conversation between Ron and Dumbledore was so confusing to him that he couldn't find a clue.

"Spoilers will be played a hundred times, I can't say such a thing." Ron had a funny smile on his face, which made Harry pucker his mouth helplessly.

"What's in the Chamber of Secrets is lethal."

Hermione analyzed calmly from the side.

"The weeping Myrtle should be the student who was killed that year. After all, she is wearing a school uniform, which is the same style as ours."

"Since he will be killed, but Filch is only petrified, it means there must be something blocking him."

"It's impossible for a ghost. At that time, Filch hadn't been petrified. Mrs. Norris saw Filch petrified when she came back after chasing the ghost and failed."

"Although the spell drove him away, it wasn't the wizard who petrified Filch, but the monster, and the wizard manipulated the monster."

"It's water, right?"

Hermione stared at Ron brightly, "Although I haven't figured out why it has something to do with water, the reason why Filch didn't die but was petrified must have something to do with water."

"That's right, wonderful reasoning." Ron rubbed Hermione's hair, then glanced at Harry who was stunned aside, "Look, look, how good Hermione is, why don't you explore it by yourself?" Is it the best thing?"

"What a sense of accomplishment!"

"But I don't have Hermione's bright mind."

Harry was very helpless and had no way to refute, so he could only protest weakly, "This kind of smart person's game is not suitable for me, I'm just an ordinary little wizard."

"Come out with the same energy you used to make Felicity Potions, Harry! May I ask which little wizard in this world can learn how to brew Felicity Potions within four months? You are already good enough, don't underestimate yourself."

"It was made with money. I spent about [-] Galleons on it. Other people can do it, it's nothing."

Harry, who didn't feel anything about money at all, and thought that gold was like a handful of dirt that he grabbed at random, suddenly started to rise up in Versailles. It seems that his skills have been cultivated for at least two years, right?

"Forget it. What is that sentence that Qiu always said before? When the boat docks, it will naturally be straight?"

"all will be good."

"Yes, that's it. Anyway, the meaning is the same. Let's do whatever you want. Anyway, I'm just a salted fish."

"By the way! Why don't I try Felix Felicia?"

"After all, intuition is very accurate!"

Having figured out something, Harry patted Ron's arm and showed a relaxed smile. For krypton players, as long as it is something that can be done with money, it is not a problem!
(End of this chapter)