HP Magic Biography

What's the matter, what happened? Mr. Fei Qi was always so elusive, he got out of nowhere, and squeezed to the front of the crowd with difficulty.

When he saw Mrs. Norris, he backed away in fright at the scene before him, his face full of horror.

My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris? he shrieked, like a beast that's been wounded.

Immediately, he widened his eyes and cast his gaze on Fan Lin who was holding a magic wand in his hand?

You! he screamed, It's you! You killed my cat! You killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—

No, it's not Fan Lin...

no……

Hermione and the others waved their hands in a panic, but it didn't work. Mr. Fei Qi couldn't listen to anything now. Even though Fan Lin usually respected him very much, but in front of his Mrs. Norris, everything seemed different. so important.

I'm just trying to touch the spell...

I'm going to kill you... Fei Qi's face became extremely ferocious, and Fan Lin swore that it was definitely the ugliest face he had ever seen.

Albers!

A majestic voice came from the crowd, which also made Mr. Fei Qi stop his crazy behavior.

Dumbledore had already arrived at the scene followed by a group of teachers. He quickly untied Mrs. Norris.

Everyone go back to their respective lounges! Dumbledore said seriously, judging from Dumbledore's expression that this matter was very serious.

After the voice fell, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, and Fan Lin and others also wanted to go back with the crowd, but unfortunately, this was just a beautiful idea.

Come with me, Fei Qi, he said to Fei Qi. You come too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Fanlin and Miss Hermione.

Gilderoy Lockhart stepped forward, looking particularly eager.

My office is nearest, Headmaster Dumbledore. - it's upstairs - please use as you please -

The silent crowd quickly dispersed and let them go up. Gilderoy Lockhart walked excitedly and self-righteously behind Dumbledore, and McGonagall and Professor Snape also hurriedly followed.

When they walked into Gilderoy Lockhart's dark office, Fan Lin saw some curly-haired Gilderoy Lockharts in the painting scrambling to avoid the crowd. The real Gilderoy Lockhart lit a candle on the table, then stood back and stood. Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on the smooth table and began to examine her. Harry, Ron, Fan Lin, and Hermione sat heavily on the chairs beside the candlestick, looking at Dumbledore, exchanging nervous looks from time to time.

You will definitely pay the price for this... Mr. Fei Qi said viciously, he had obviously identified the murderer.

Mr. Fei Qi's reaction made Fan Lin very angry, We didn't do anything to your cat, and your cat is not dead, it was petrified, I'm just trying to break the curse...

You're lying... Mr. Fei Qi's body became even more stooped, his eyes were protruding, and he stared at the four of Fan Lin. It seemed that if Dumbledore hadn't been present, Fei Qi would have pounced on Fan Lin. Torn to pieces.

Enough, Ebbs! Dumbledore stopped Fei Qi's stupid behavior with a wave of his hand, Mr. Fan Lin did not lie, your cat was indeed only petrified, and Fan Lin was only exposed to the spell.

Aha, I'm not wrong at all. Gilderoy pretended to be very sorry, It's a pity I wasn't there at the time, otherwise I would have saved it. I just happened to know a very good one. A spell to dispel petrification, but only at that time.

But no one paid attention to this man who was crazily bragging about how magical he was, except himself in the photo on the wall.

It's just cursed, but the way it appears is petrified. In fact, there is no spell that can touch it. Mr. Fan Lin's spell is of course useless. Dumbledore withdrew his hand and straightened up. Body, came to a conclusion on the whole matter.

For a moment, Gilderoy Lockhart stopped talking and his expression became serious, but no one cared about him.

But what kind of curse is it, I'm sorry, I don't know too well, so I can't say...

Ask him... Fei Qi pointed at Fan Lin, He is the one who made my cat look like this...

It's impossible for a second-year student to do that, Dumbledore said affirmatively. This requires the use of the most advanced black magic—

He did it, he did it! Fei Qi was so excited that he spattered and his chubby face turned purple.

Calm down... Dumbledore said seriously, the sound was like a big bell being struck.

No... Fei Qi hugged his head in pain, and the sound of sobbing came out, but it didn't make Fan Lin feel pitiful.

Allow me to say a few words, Headmaster, Snape said from the shadows.

Harry felt a strong unease at the moment; he didn't think Snape would say anything in their favour.

Al and his friends may just be in the wrong place at the wrong time, he said with a tinge of contempt, as if he didn't believe it himself, but there's something we should be skeptical about. Why on earth were they in the hallway upstairs? Why weren't they at the Halloween party?

I'm sorry, teacher... Fan Lin bowed respectfully, We just accepted the invitation to attend Sir Nicholas' death anniversary dinner, and then...

Then I'm hungry and I want to go back to the living people's dinner, Harry quickly picked it up. Actually, there's nothing for us to eat at the ghost's banquet.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. A slender figure walked in from the door.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Laura bowed deeply, I was also at the ghost's dinner party at the time, and I can prove that the four of them were there.

Laura Chris? Snape raised his eyebrows. He still knew about the members of the Chris family. They had inherited talents and were very popular among ghosts.

It seems that our little wizard cleared the suspicion, didn't he? Dumbledore laughed, no one knew what he was thinking,

Principal... Mr. Fei Qi was still crying, My cat died, and I want to see someone punished.

We can't wrong an innocent person, Ebbs! Dumbledore said seriously, his eyes scanning back and forth on the five people from time to time.

Snape seemed to have something to say, but Fan Lin saw that the corner of his mouth twitched and did not speak, which made Fan Lin heave a sigh of relief.

Although Laura proved it for them, this explanation is still full of loopholes.

We can heal her, Albus, said Dumbledore patiently. Professor Sputrow has bred a new batch of mandrakes. As soon as she's bred, I'll take one to revive Mrs. Norris.

I'll do it, put in Gilderoy Lockhart. I must have done it a hundred times to make a mandrake potion while I sleep.

I'm sorry, Snape said coldly, but I believe that I am the master of making potions in this school. It's better for me to make potions of recovery. Isn't it, Professor Lockhart!

Then, there was another awkward silence.