HP Star Shining

"Yes, that's right."

"That's what she said."

"Don't lie to me! Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle, Ugly Myrtle, poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle."

After saying that, Myrtle stared at Su Xingchen hatefully again.

Su Xingchen's legs felt weak and he felt sad.

Sister, why are you looking at me? I didn’t scold you.

"You forgot to mention the one with acne all over his face." Peeves said viciously in her ear. Myrtle couldn't stand the stimulation and ran out crying.

Peeves chased her and pelted her with moldy peanuts, "Your face is covered in pimples! Your face is covered in pimples!"

"Xingchen." Harry noticed that Su Xingchen's face was pale, "Let's get out quickly."

Hermione helped Su Xingchen walk through the aisle filled with black candles, and Harry heard the cold, murderous voice he heard in Lockhart's office again.

"Tear you apart...kill you..."

He staggered to a stop, squinting his eyes and concentrating on finding the source of the sound.

"Harry, what are you..." Ron was puzzled as to why Harry suddenly stopped.

"Shh, don't talk, that voice is here again."

"It's time... to kill..."

Harry was pretty sure it was moving, upwards.

Is this a ghost? Can the stone ceiling not stop him?

"This way." Harry broke into a run, up the stairs and into the hall.

Ron and Hermione stumbled behind, and there was also Su Xingchen, whose legs were so weak but he tried his best to keep up.

"Harry, what are we doing—"

"Shh!" Harry made a hushed gesture and pricked up his ears.

From far away on the floor above, the voice came again.

"Blood... I smell blood..."

"It's going to kill people!" Harry climbed the stairs in two or three steps and ran around the third floor. Hermione, Ron and Su Xingchen followed him breathlessly.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron wiped the sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything."

Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed down an empty corridor, "Look."

A few people walked closer and saw some words scribbled on the wall a foot above the ground, which gleamed faintly in the light of the torches.

The secret room has been opened

Enemies of the heir

die--

"What's that thing hanging down there?" Ron's voice trembled.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost fell, leaving a large puddle on the ground. Hermione and Ron caught him.

At the same time, several people saw the dark shadow under the banner. It was Filch's cat!

Its tail was hanging on the torch stand, its body was stiff, and its eyes were wide.

Su Xingchen knew that the main plot of the second year had begun.

"Let's go!"

"Should we try to rescue..." Harry hesitated.

"Listen, I don't want anyone to find out we're here," Ron said.

However, it was too late, the dinner was over.

The noisy voices gradually rose, and students gathered from both ends of the corridor with the joy of having eaten and drunk a lot.

When everyone saw the cat, the noisy and chattering sounds suddenly disappeared.

The students suddenly became quiet and crowded forward to see this horrific scene.

In the silence, someone shouted, "You who stand against the Heir will die—you're next, Mudblood."

It was Flint, who had squeezed to the front of the crowd, looking at the stiffened cat with a grim smile on his face.

"What's going on here? What's going on here?" Filch said, shouldering his way through the crowd.

Then he saw Mrs. Norris.

He stumbled back a few steps, covering his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat!"

Then he saw Harry.

"You! Killed my cat! I want..."

"Argus." Dumbledore arrived at the scene, followed by many teachers.

In the blink of an eye he was past the four and taking Mrs. Norris down from the torch stand.

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

The four of them followed and went to Lockhart's office, which was the nearest office.

Filch insisted that they had killed his cat because Harry knew he was a Squib.

Harry tried his best to argue, but Su Xingchen didn't understand why Filch thought that Harry would kill Mrs. Norris just because he knew he was a Squib.

Snape defended them, but suspected that they had done something bad by not attending the dinner.

Su Xingchen knew that Mrs. Loris was not dead, but he couldn't say it out loud.

So many teachers didn’t notice it, how did she, a second-grade student, see it?

Fortunately, Dumbledore soon realized that Mrs. Norris was only petrified and could be revived by making a resurrection potion with mature mandrake.

After they left the office, Harry asked if he should tell about the voices he had heard.

"Don't," Ron said without hesitation. "Hearing sounds that others can't hear is not a good sign, even in the wizarding world."

Harry heard something in Ron's words. "You believe me, don't you?"

"Of course I do," said Ron quickly, "but you have to admit it's bizarre."

"You just heard a sound that no one else could hear, and Mrs. Norris was petrified. This has to be..." Hermione analyzed as she walked.

At twelve o'clock, several people climbed into bed tiredly.

Because of Myrtle's fright and subsequent desperate running, Su Xingchen fell ill.

She refused to drink the medicine that would make her ears spray, mainly because it tasted bad, so she inferred that the medicine must be very unpalatable.

There were some pills in the storage bracelet, but Su Xingchen felt that using such good things to treat colds and fevers was a waste of resources and would be struck by lightning.

So he kept dragging his sick body along.

Harry felt a little guilty and thought that he shouldn't have agreed to attend the Deathday dinner so easily, even though he knew that Su Xingchen was timid.

For days afterward, students talked about the attack on Mrs. Norris.

Filch kept pacing back and forth over the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked, as if the prisoner could return.

Ginny Weasley seemed upset about what happened to Mrs. Norris, and Ron said it was because Ginny loved cats.

Su Xingchen wanted to say that the boy was too naive.

She noticed that Ginny's face paled when she heard others say that Dumbledore would soon find the madman who caused the accident.

Unfortunately, they were not in the same grade and could only meet at the dinner table and in the lounge. Su Xingchen could not see any other abnormalities in Ginny.

Moreover, Su Xingchen felt that Ginny seemed to be somewhat repulsed by her, but also seemed not to be. In short, it felt weird.

History of Magic has always been the most boring class, but today Hermione kept asking about the Chamber of Secrets, so Professor Binns had to tell everyone some legends about the Chamber of Secrets.

Salazar Slytherin built a secret room in the castle that no one could find. Only the return of his true heir could open the room, release the horrors within, and purify the castle.

The purge here refers to the removal of those who Slytherin deems unworthy of learning magic.

When the story was over, the class fell silent. It wasn't the usual sleepy silence, but everyone was waiting for him to continue.

The atmosphere was unsettling. Professor Binns was a little annoyed and repeatedly stressed that this was just a legend and had no basis.

"I've always known Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old lunatic," said Ron as they crossed the crowded corridor on their way to dinner. "But I didn't know he was the one who came up with all that pure-blood nonsense. To be honest, if the Sorting Hat had put me in Slytherin I would have taken the train home straight away."

Hermione nodded eagerly, and Harry's heart sank.

He had never told anyone that the Sorting Hat had considered putting him in Slytherin. He had refused it desperately because he knew Slytherin had a bad reputation and had produced many dark wizards.

He remembered clearly the little voice that had spoken in his ear when he put the hat on his head a year ago, as if it had happened yesterday.

"You'll achieve greatness, you know. It's up to you to decide. Slytherin will help you achieve greatness."

The four were pushed aside by the oncoming crowd, and Colin Creevey walked past them.

"Hi, Harry," Colin greeted warmly.

"Hi, Colin."

"Harry - Harry - there's a boy in our class who's been saying you're..." Colin was too small to stand in the way of the crush of people pushing him towards the Great Hall.

The last thing they heard was "Goodbye, Harry," and Colin disappeared.

"What are you?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"I think I'm probably the heir of Slytherin." Harry's heart sank even more as he thought of Justin Finch-Fletchley, a Hufflepuff boy who had taken classes with him before, and how he ran away in a hurry when he saw him.

"People here believe in everything," Ron said disgustedly. "Do you believe in the existence of a secret chamber?"

"I don't know," Hermione frowned. "Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, which makes me think that the person who attacked it might not be... not human."

Su Xingchen couldn't help but nodded, girl, you are really smart.

Harry decided to look for more clues, and the four of them came to the corridor again.

"Burn marks." Harry dropped his bag and crawled on the ground looking for clues.

"Come look at this!" Hermione cried. "It's really interesting..."

Harry got up and walked to the window. Hermione pointed at the top pane of glass, where dozens of spiders formed a line and scurried out through the cracks in the glass.

"Have you ever seen a spider like this?" Hermione wondered.

"No, what about you? Ron." Harry turned around and found Ron standing far behind him, seemingly trying hard to resist the urge to run away.

"I don't... like... spiders." Ron said nervously, and Su Xingchen, who was not far from him, nodded.

Hermione chuckled, "You two are quite alike sometimes."

In the common room at night, Ron was in a bad mood. He kept spilling ink on the paper while doing his Charms homework. He absentmindedly took out his wand to clean the ink on the paper, but accidentally set the parchment on fire.