Chinese students at Hogwarts

Has the secret room really been opened? Why didn’t the trap I set go off! What a big trap for me!

Every time I exchanged information with Myrtle, everything was normal, even though Myrtle spent a small half of the day admiring the boy.

But my trap didn’t activate either!

At this moment, someone read loudly the sentence on the wall: "Darkness covers the earth, and I am the light that people in the darkness look forward to."

There is a small heart at the end of this sentence.

Zhang Xiao couldn't stand it any longer. Is it Lockhart? It must be Lockhart, right?

Who else could write such a shameless sentence except that he looked at the entire Hogwarts!

And should this be the writing on the wall? Shouldn't it be some secret room opening, be careful, heir or something like that?

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A cheerful voice came from the back of the crowd. Everyone turned around and saw that Lockhart was wearing a gorgeous dark purple cloak today and was struggling to squeeze towards the front.

"Don't panic! Your professor is here! Leave it to me. Oh, well, it seems you trust me."

The crowd suddenly dispersed neatly, revealing a passage, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Lockhart muttered a few words, then straightened his robe, and walked through the passage that the young wizard made for him with his head held high, not forgetting to wave to both sides and showing his signature smile:

"It turns out you have discovered what I left for you."

He suddenly paused, his eyes widened, pointing at Filch who was petrified in a curious posture, and couldn't help but screamed:

"What the hell! What's going on?"

The little wizard remained silent, still staring at him with strange eyes.

Zhang Xiao carefully observed Lockhart's expression and couldn't see anything. He had been able to deceive the wizarding world for so many years. Apart from the Oblivion Curse, he also had other abilities. At least his writing skills were very good.

More than this, he wanted to know how Filch was petrified, and why the three Harrys appeared at the scene of the incident again.

This corridor is the only way to the restaurant. It has been cleaned very clean, and there are no water stains on the stone floor.

There is also a bucket at Filch's feet, which contains his commonly used cleaning tools:

"Like enchanted rags, mops, brushes, and Mrs. Skoll's all-purpose magic stain remover."

Zhang Xiao ignored the crowd that had started to make noise (Lockhart: Oh my God, it’s so scary! Where is the principal, where is Principal Dumbledore?)

Instead, they walked around in front of the two petrified people. Filch and Mrs. Norris both looked in the same direction.

This should be the location of the basilisk?

But shouldn't looking into the eyes of a basilisk result in immediate death? There is no obstruction in this area. No water stains, no mirrors, glass or anything like that.

From the perspective of one person and one cat, it is an empty wall, and around the corner is the hall.

Weird!

He returned to the three little ones with nervous and overwhelmed faces, and asked in a low voice:

"Why are you here?"

Ron looked at Harry, swallowed, and whispered:

"Because we screwed up Lockhart's play in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He punished us for helping him reply to fans. Honestly, this is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life. Dear Gilderoy, I am your Monana, you little heart. Ugh! "

Hermione's face didn't look good either. She admired Lockhart very much at first, but after a few lessons she was completely disappointed with Lockhart:

"After we answered those letters of confession, we were going to find a place to relax. Ron was right, those letters were really unappetizing! Then Harry suddenly said."

"Hermione, let me tell you." Harry looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and said mysteriously:

"Not long after I came out, I heard a strange voice, a creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice. I followed the voice and came here."

"But we didn't hear it!" Ron and Hermione shouted together.

This must be the voice of the basilisk, right? Harry was a Parseltongue, so it wasn't surprising that he could hear it.

Zhang Xiao nodded and asked, "What is the content?"

Harry's expression suddenly became strange and confused. He scratched his hair and said doubtfully:

"I feel so uncomfortable. Why? Master doesn't want it?"

? ? ? ! ! !

This, these are all words of tiger and wolf!

Is this basilisk serious?

"All students! Stay back!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind.

The crowd looked back and saw Dumbledore striding forward with a serious look on his face, followed by many professors.

In the blink of an eye, he walked to the front and carefully looked at the stone statues of Filch and Mrs. Norris, as well as the words on the wall.

"Come with me, Professor Lockhart," he said to Lockhart, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."

He glanced at Zhang Xiao again, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Zhang, come here too."

Zhang Xiao nodded, he was so curious!

Malfoy also wanted to join in the fun, but Dumbledore had already turned around and strode away, the petrified statue floating behind him, undulating slightly.

"Professor Lockhart, I think your office seems to be the closest, it's upstairs."

"Yes"

The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart looked troubled and hurriedly followed Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape also followed.

As they entered Lockhart's darkened office, there was a sudden commotion on the walls.

Several photos show Lockhart hiding in panic, with curlers in his hair.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and all the candles in the room lit up, giving off a soft light, and the entire office immediately became brighter.

The stone statue slowly landed on the ground and began to examine it carefully.

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances, then sat on a few chairs out of candlelight and watched closely.

Zhang Xiao stood aside, holding his chin and thinking about the whole thing. He also carefully looked at Lockhart's office to see if the damn diary was there.

The tip of Dumbledore's long aquiline nose almost touched Mrs. Norris's fur and Filch's face.

He looked at them carefully through the half-moon glasses, gently poking here and there with his long fingers.

Professor McGonagall bent over, her face almost touching the cat, and she squinted her eyes and looked at it carefully.

Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, looking eerie.

He had a strange expression on his face: as if he was trying desperately not to laugh. Lockhart hovered around them, tugging at his hair.

Post some "How could this happen!" "My Halloween preview!"

Finally he asked tentatively:

"Is it a transformation and torture spell?

I've seen other people use this spell many times. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know the undoing method and could have saved them..."

At this time, Dumbledore muttered some strange words in a low voice and tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Norris was still lying there stiffly, like a newly made specimen.

"...I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou," said Lockhart, "a series of attacks that are detailed in my autobiography.

At that time, I provided various amulets to the local villagers, and the problem was solved immediately.”

As he spoke, the pictures of Lockhart on the wall nodded in agreement. One of them forgot to take off his hairnet.

Finally, Dumbledore straightened up.

"It's not dead, it's just petrified!" He said softly, with a strange and solemn look on his face. "A very profound black magic.

I want to know more than this, Gilderoy, what does the writing on the wall mean? That's your handwriting!

And you four, why are you there? It seems like you were the first to arrive. "

"Three, Principal Dumbledore, I arrived later, but I just ran to the front."

Zhang Xiao hugged his arms, shrugged and explained.

Dumbledore nodded and looked at Lockhart with his blue eyes. McGonagall and Snape also stared at him, especially Snape. Zhang Xiao obviously saw that his hand was slowly moving. Sliding towards the wand.

Lockhart became more and more nervous, and his portraits on the wall also hid, and he lifted up the picture frame to reveal half of his head with a curling iron, and carefully poked his head out.

He took a few steps back and said with a dry smile: "You don't think I did this, do you?"

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