Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Ultimately, he had a fairly clear understanding of his own abilities.

He can fool the students, but if he were to actually fight a dark wizard, wouldn't that be the death of him?

Although he didn't actually put it into practice, this heart-to-heart talk completely boosted his affection for Hermione.

This girl is a born strategist!

It's a pity he lacks the necessary skills, otherwise... sigh.

"Ha ha……"

Hermione didn't care; she was just saying it casually, and it wouldn't be her who would suffer the consequences anyway.

The seeds of desire have already quietly sprouted.

Harry was wiping his sweat when his expression suddenly changed. He abruptly raised his head and looked around.

"Did you hear anything?"

In short, it brought Lohart back to reality.

"what?"

"Someone is talking."

"……say?"

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to be lying, Lockhart glanced around.

"No."

“Professor, didn’t you hear me?” Harry asked gravely.

"What are you saying, Harry?"

Harry stopped talking and just looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

Lockhart looked at Hermione and found that she was also frowning, as if she was observing her surroundings.

Lockhart: "..."

He swallowed hard, then stiffened and turned to Harry.

"Something is nearby, whispering..."

Harry murmured.

A chill ran through Lockhart’s heart.

"Alright, stop scaring our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hermione's voice suddenly rang out, sounding like heavenly music.

Chapter 77 Victim Number One

Ignoring Hermione's emphasized words "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lockhart looked at her as if she were his savior, pleading for help.

“There’s no sound. Harry’s just kidding me, right?” he asked anxiously, his eyes filled with hope.

"Yeah, Harry was just kidding."

Hermione nodded.

"But!"

Harry was getting anxious too.

He did hear the hoarse whispers, but it seemed that Hermione and Lockhart couldn't hear them, which made him extremely panicked.

"Okay, we can talk about it later."

Hermione waved her hand, calming Harry down, then looked at Lockhart:

"Professor, you've been writing for over four hours. It's time you got tired and went back to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Lockhart immediately stood up.

"Yes, yes, I should go back and rest. I have to teach you all tomorrow."

Although he received Harry's answer, he still felt a sudden chill in the classroom and couldn't wait to leave.

Lockhart grabbed the letters from the table and fled as fast as he could.

Seeing Lockhart disappear through the door, Harry finally spoke:

"Hermione, I really did hear someone talking just now, you have to believe me."

Hermione said helplessly:

"I didn't say I don't believe you, but so what if you hear it? I and others can't hear it. Going around telling people now will only make them think you're crazy."

"Even in the magical world, being able to hear things that others can't isn't necessarily a good thing."

She knew perfectly well what Harry had heard.

The creature that can only be heard by Harry, who likes to swim around in the walls while chattering away, is the only one of its kind in Hogwarts.

That was the basilisk kept in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Only this one, no other semicolon.

Harry was speechless.

The next second, he heard something else, and his expression changed.

“That voice said…blood, blood, blood, I’m going to tear you apart, I’m going to kill you, kill, kill, kill.” Harry’s face was tense. “I think he was going to kill someone!”

BYD's little snake monster has quite a rich inner world.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

She wasn't a snake-talker and couldn't understand what the talkative snake monster was hissing and laughing about. She just thought its behavior of crawling around in the dark pipes while muttering to itself was ridiculous.

"Maybe they're just cursing because they lost a game?"

Hermione extended the Jade Emperor's hand and said:

"Ignore it!"

There's nothing going on yet, and there's no alarm bell ringing for the discovery of a body. It's just the ramblings of a snake monster that's been locked up for too long and is now delirious. It's nothing serious to others.

Harry felt uneasy, sensing that something terrible was about to happen, but since Hermione had already taken this stance, he remained silent.

……

The next day.

It wasn't the black and white bear that discovered the bodies, but Harry and Ron.

Early in the morning, Hermione was dragged out of bed by Lavender, who said Ron needed to see her urgently.

Hermione yawned as she went out, and just then she saw the other person loitering around the girls' dormitory.

"Hermione, quick, quick, something's happened!"

Ron's voice was urgent, "Harry stayed on site to keep watch, and told me to hurry up and find the magic... to come to you. He suspects it's related to the sounds he heard yesterday!"

Unsurprisingly, Harry told his good friend Ron about it when he got home last night.

Hermione nodded slightly and followed Ron through a maze of turns, quickly arriving at a certain point in the corridor.

Upon seeing Harry, the latter pointed to the wall in front of him.

Hermione, look!

Following the direction of the finger, the first thing that catches the eye is two rows of huge blood-red characters.

The secret chamber has been opened; enemies of the heir, beware!

Hermione nodded: "Yeah, that's pretty thoughtful. After doing something bad, she still knows to remind everyone."

Harry Ron: "..."

Is this the key point?!

Next to the character for blood is a cat with dark gray fur, its tail hanging from a torch stand, its body as stiff as stone.

Victim number one makes his appearance.

“It’s Mrs. Lorris,” Harry said. “Mr. Filch’s cat. If Mr. Filch finds out, he will definitely…”

Before he could finish speaking, a voice came from behind him.

“What have you done!”

Hearing that voice, Harry felt a chill and slowly turned around.

It was Argus Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker.

Filch stared intently at Mrs. Lorris, his lips trembling, then lowered his head and glared at Harry.

"You murdered my cat!"

“Mr. Filch, this is not me…”

"You murdered my cat!"