Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 146 144. In fact, I have a Mandrake here

"Filch! Stop it!"

When Filch was about to fight Cormac desperately, Dumbledore hurried over, followed by several professors. With a flick of the wand, Mrs. Norris was freed from the torch holder.

"The prefect took the others to the dining room, Argus, the professors and me, and of course you, Mr McLaggen."

"I think you should talk to us about what you saw."

Dumbledore turned to Carlo and said, "Mr. Richmond, I'm sorry, I think"

Carlo has already graduated, and he is not considered a student of Hogwarts now. Naturally, he should avoid such a thing.

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore." Carlo shrugged, expressing his understanding.

"I think the disciplinary team should also go."

Dumbledore glanced at Dudley, didn't refuse, just nodded slightly at him.

Style discipline is originally the responsibility of the discipline group.

"Then Mr. Dursley will follow."

As for Harry and the others, Dumbledore didn't call them.

"My office is the closest, it's upstairs. I think you can."

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said flatly.

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking. Obviously, he remembered some bad memories.

Lockhart's classroom is full of portraits of himself, in various shapes and dresses.

Dudley swore he had never seen such a narcissistic fellow.

Faced with his own portrait every day. Doesn't he feel weird?

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on Lockhart's clean table and began to examine it carefully. Cormac timidly huddled in the corner, trying not to attract the attention of others, Filch stood aside, secretly wiping tears with his sleeve, other professors had different expressions on their faces, only Lockhart looked very excited.

I don't know if he was excited because he just won the runner-up, or because he was excited to see Mrs. Norris die.

"It must have been a spell that killed it. Most likely the Transfiguration spell. I've seen it used so many times, it's a pity I wasn't there, I just happen to know the de-curse that would have saved it .”

This guy didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he fanned the flames here, and the result was to make Filch cry even more sadly.

"No, Mrs Norris, no! I can't lose you!"

Big drops of tears fell down his cheeks, and his relationship with Mrs. Norris was really deep.

Dudley stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Norris is dead!"

Filch actually doesn't like Dudley, because he feels that Mrs. Norris is closer to him, so he has a certain hostility towards Dudley.

But at this moment he thought only Dudley could understand him.

"Mrs. Norris is not dead, Mr. Filch."

Dudley said.

Filch suddenly looked up at Dudley, as if trying to identify whether Dudley was comforting him.

"Hey, Dudley. How do you think it's not dead? You saw so much blood too. And the muscles are stiff all over. It's obviously dead and someone put a Freezing Charm on it."

Hearing Dudley say Mrs. Norris was not dead, Lockhart looked unhappy and tried to refute Dudley: "Trust me, I've seen more dead bodies than you've ever seen."

"Those are chicken blood." Dudley was too lazy to talk to him.

"I agree with Dudley."

Dumbledore also spoke, and with his support, Lockhart completely shut up: "It should be petrified. But what happened, I don't know yet"

After receiving Dumbledore's assurance, Filch finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to Cormac fiercely.

"He must know!"

"No, I don't know, I don't know anything, I don't see anything!"

cried Cormac, looking terribly frightened.

Psychological quality is really bad

"Argus calm down, this is not something a third-year wizard can do."

Dumbledore tried to comfort Filch.

"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyeballs bulging outwards, as if he was going to fight someone else the next moment: "I want to see someone get some punishment!"

At this moment, Dudley took out a bottle of potion, and dropped a drop on the stiff Mrs. Norris, a faint black air came out, accompanied by almost no stench.

"What did you find?" Snape saw Dudley's movements, and approached and asked.

He was very satisfied with his disciple. He had inherited Lily's potion talent, and was as talented as she was back then. No matter what kind of potion it was, he could use it very quickly, as if he had seen Lily reappear.

In the past year alone, there has been a faint tendency to form a school of its own.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was still too young, Snape would have given him all his knowledge and the bottom of the box.

Lily's successor should be this good.

"It's not an ordinary petrification spell, nor is it caused by black magic."

"It's not the petrification spell or black magic?" Snape paused after hearing the words, and immediately thought of a possibility: "You mean?"

"That's right, Professor Snape, that should be it."

Dudley nodded slightly, acknowledging Snape's guess: "It is possessed by the petrification ability of some kind of magical creature."

"Very likely." Dumbledore nodded when he heard the words, and Dudley's words made his brows slightly loosen.

If it is some kind of magical creature's petrification ability, then it makes sense.

"Please save her! Mr. Dursley, you should be capable, you like her so much, please." Filch said to Dudley with a choked voice.

Filch, who was the administrator of the castle, was the first to beg for Dudley, who was a student.

After all, that was Dudley. Although he was only a second-year wizard, he had already proved his ability.

"We'll fix it, Filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout has got some mandrakes recently. Once they're big enough, I have a cure that will make Lori Mrs. Si came back from the dead"

"Professor Dumbledore." Dudley rarely interrupted him: "Actually, I have a mature Mandrake here."

Speaking of which, Dudley untied another red and white ball different from Pixie's from his waist.

Accompanied by a flash of light, a mandrake in the shape of a baby yawned and looked around in bewilderment.

After a while, as if he finally came to his senses, he hid behind Dudley's pants with a scream, grabbed Dudley's thigh, and timidly stuck his head out to look at the others.

Oh my Merlin, what did they see?

A mandrake growing into a human form?

A frisky mandrake?

A mandrake that won't bark when it leaves the soil?

What kind of thing is this?