After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

The first person to come over was Harry. He seemed to have fallen, and his body was covered in mud. His face was extremely pale. He walked all the way to where Lamia had just stood. He saw the overturned bucket on the ground and was stunned for a few seconds before noticing the words on the wall:

The secret room has been opened. Anyone who is hostile to the heir will die...

Harry stared at the writing on the wall in disbelief, not even hearing the sudden increase in the footsteps behind him.

"Ah!" A scream from someone unknown brought Harry back to his senses. He then realized that he was surrounded, while Ron and Hermione who rushed over could only see the red words in front of Harry and Mrs. Norris hanging upside down.

Ron's expression instantly turned ugly, and it was obvious that he knew what this meant.

The crowd behind him was silent for only a moment, and then exploded into an uproar, with everyone's chatter clearly reaching Lamia's ears.

"Harry killed Mrs. Norris!" The person in front passed the news, and then everyone moved away from Harry and his companions as if they were avoiding monsters. Only Harry, Hermione and Ron, who wanted to explain, were left in the open space in the middle.

"Harry is not that kind of person. How could he kill Mrs. Norris..." Ron stood in front of Harry and Hermione and stretched out his arms to the crowd.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" Filch screamed and pushed through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris. "Ah!" He couldn't help but take a few steps back, scratching his face in horror.

At this moment, his unusually abrupt eyes caught sight of Harry.

"You!" he screamed. "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—" Filch stumbled towards Harry, his throat clenched.

"Filch!" Dumbledore's voice came from behind the crowd. The students made way for him. Lamia looked at Dumbledore without blinking. In the blink of an eye, he and the professors behind him came to Harry.

Dumbledore quickly freed Mrs. Norris from the shelf, and Lamia noticed that there were still some yellow pudding crumbs in his beard.

"I swear, I know nothing," Harry shouted before Dumbledore could speak.

Harry was also confused. After he met Lamia on the road, he fainted inexplicably. When he woke up and walked here, he was surrounded.

But Dumbledore interrupted Harry, holding Mrs. Norris in his arms. "Filch, come with me," he turned to look at Filch, "and you, Harry, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger."

Harry followed Dumbledore in silence. He saw Filch crying very sadly. Although he didn't like Filch, he still felt sympathy for him. However, he sympathized with himself more. If Dumbledore believed Filch, he would definitely be expelled.

Harry walked through the crowd, enduring the horrified looks from his normally friendly classmates. He wanted to shout that he was innocent, but he thought of Lamia and finally shut his mouth.

Lamia waited until everyone left before following, as she also wanted to know what had happened.

Lockhart led the way in front, and soon they arrived upstairs. "Principal, we're almost there, just ahead. Regarding this matter, I think..." Lockhart kept giving advice to Dumbledore, glancing at Harry from time to time.

"Thank you, Gilderoy, but now is not the time to talk about this. I need to check on Mrs. Norris first." Dumbledore's words made Lockhart smile awkwardly, but he soon acted as if nothing had happened and walked beside Filch and talked to him.

"That's terrible! It's obvious that it's been subjected to the most brutal Transfiguration Curse. I just happen to know how to break it, but unfortunately I wasn't there at the time. If I had been there, I would have saved it and maybe even caught the murderer."

Lockhart's words made Filch cry even louder, and he had to stop and comfort the poor man.

Dumbledore pushed open the door of Lockhart's office in front of his family. There were photos of him everywhere inside. In some of the photos, Lockhart saw someone coming in and hurriedly hid, and the curlers on his head fell to the side.

The real Lockhart hurriedly squeezed in from the back, took out a candle from the drawer, lit it, and pushed the messy mirrors and cosmetics on the table to the ground. "Ha, girls in the class like these at this age, don't they?" Lockhart glanced at Dumbledore uneasily, and found that the latter did not notice his little action, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore gently placed Mrs. Norris on the table and looked at her carefully. Filch was still wiping away tears, and his cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot.

Lamia hid on the door frame and had a panoramic view of the situation inside the house. She looked at Mrs. Loris several times. It looked like it was dead, but Lamia knew it was not dead - she could feel its breath still around, but it was very weak.

Hermione and Ron found two chairs in the corner and sat down, whispering about how to explain to Harry.

Harry stood next to Dumbledore, looking at the stiff Mrs. Norris in silence. It was obvious that he was worried about the poor cat.

The tip of Dumbledore's nose almost touched Mrs. Norris's hair. His wise blue eyes kept scanning Mrs. Norris through the half-moon transparent lenses, not missing any suspicious place.

Snape stood grimly aside, seemingly indifferent to all this, and Professor McGonagall was probably the only person present who could truly sympathize with the kitten - her brows were uncontrollably furrowed.

"Filch, it's not dead." After a long time, Dumbledore finally raised his head, his expression slightly relaxed.

"Not dead?" Filch's voice choked as he covered his scratched face. "Then why is it so motionless, like it's frozen?"

"It's petrified." Dumbledore adjusted his eyes, his sharp gaze as if it had a physical body, looking straight in the direction where Lamia was hiding.

Lamia was so startled that she almost fell off the door frame. She steadied herself and looked over again, only to find that Dumbledore had already looked away, as if it was just an illusion.

At this time, Lockhart seized the opportunity, "Just as I thought, I knew it a long time ago. I encountered this kind of thing in Ouagadougou, and I prepared a lot of amulets for the people there - I remember mentioning it in my autobiography." Lockhart's voice was full of boasting.

"Then how can I recover?" Filch looked at Lockhart pleadingly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and the latter immediately shut up.

"As for why it was petrified, I don't know..." Dumbledore ignored Lockhart's words and looked at Filch seriously.

"Ask him!" Filch turned and pointed at Harry. "He was there. I don't know who else would know!"

Harry was frightened by the tear-stained and messy scarred face in front of him and was speechless for a moment.

"Impossible, Harry is only a second-year student, he can't do it," Dumbledore said firmly, "This requires very powerful dark magic..."

"It's him! He wants revenge on me! No one in school likes me. They just want to kick me out. He can't kick me out, so I have to start with my cat!" Filch spat, his face turning purple with excitement. "Besides, he's here!"

"I've never seen Mrs. Norris. I didn't even see her until after you discovered it... and the bucket of blood was already there when I came." Harry rubbed his fingers nervously. He kept praying in his heart that Dumbledore could find out the truth and clear his name.

"Please allow me to say something, Headmaster." Snape said in the shadows, which made Harry even more uneasy. He didn't think Snape would be kind enough to speak for him.

"Perhaps Potter and his friends simply shouldn't be in that place at that time," said Snape, with a hint of a sneer on his face, as if he didn't believe what he was saying.

"Then how do they explain disappearing at the Halloween party and appearing in the hallway?"

Harry gave a look of astonishment.

When Lamia heard this, she realized that today was Halloween. It had been many days since she fainted in her room. It seemed that Harry had just returned from the Deathday party when he met her.

Ron and Hermione rushed to explain that they were at the Deathday party. "...hundreds of ghosts showed up, and they could prove we were there—"

"Then - why not go back to the Halloween party after it's over, Potter?" Snape smiled sinisterly, his dark pupils gleaming in the candlelight.

Hermione had come to Harry's side a long time ago and was now bumping into him, trying to make him tell the truth, but Harry kept his mouth shut at the critical moment.

Harry really didn't know what to say. He was about to go back, but he saw Lamia on the way. He went up to say hello and then fainted. He didn't know what happened.

"It wasn't me," said Harry.

"Ha, then you are the most suspicious, Potter." Snape sneered and walked around Harry, his black robe rubbing against Harry's shoulders.

"Professor, since you are so good at reasoning, why don't you find out the real murderer?" Harry looked up and retorted, with stubbornness in his green eyes.

Snape met those green eyes and swallowed the sarcasm that was on the tip of his tongue. He flicked his sleeves and walked out without caring about the other people in the office.