abnormal hogwarts

The students who had returned to the lounge had just reached the stairs when a shrill voice suddenly sounded.

The chatter and laughter of the students in the back suddenly stopped, and the originally chattering crowd suddenly became quiet.

"What's going on? What happened?" Gilderoy Lockhart squeezed through the crowd and came to the front.

On the wall of the corridor, a row of shining words was particularly obvious in the dim environment:

The secret room has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, beware!

Harry and Ron stood next to the writing with panic-stricken expressions. They looked like they had been caught committing a crime, and the stolen goods were both stolen and stolen.

At the feet of the two of them, there was a girl with disheveled hair lying. Under her body was a large dark pool of blood, and the area was still expanding.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, it is estimated that he will not survive for 2 minutes.

Hanging on the wall nearby was Mrs. Norris, whose body was as stiff as a board. Her eyes were wide open, staring directly at Harry below.

Filch saw his Mrs. Norris, stumbled towards her, grabbed her face with her hands in horror, and screamed: "My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?" !?"

His protruding eyes stared at Harry, "You killed Mrs. Norris! I'm going to kill you!"

He rushed towards Harry suddenly and grabbed Harry by the neck.

Gilderoy Lockhart ignored the savior and the castle administrator who were in love and killed each other. Instead, he walked straight towards the injured girl lying on the ground, squatted down, and turned the injured girl over. .

Although the college badge on the girl's chest has been covered with a thick layer of blood, it can still be distinguished through the badge that she is a student of Hufflepuff House.

Lockhart took out his wand, and a bright white light lit up on the tip of his wand. Then, he pointed the wand at the wound on the girl's chest where blood was still flowing out.

The granulations continued to squirm, and the bloody hole in the girl's chest quickly healed as before.

Dumbledore soon came to the front of the crowd.

He glanced at the pool of blood still remaining on the ground and frowned.

What did Albert do?

Why are innocent students involved?

"Argus, let him go. Mrs. Norris is still alive, she is just petrified."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry was able to escape with his life from the cat-loving castle administrator.

After a while, a red and purple handprint was left on his neck where Filch had pinched him. It must be said that the castle administrator, who has been a bachelor all his life and has never stopped exercising his grip strength, has really strong hands. Big.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and Mrs. Norris floated from the torch into Filch's arms.

"Petrifying Mrs. Norris requires an extremely high level of black magic. It is impossible for two second-year wizards to achieve this level." What Dumbledore did not say was that if it were replaced by a second-year wizard, Albert, that’s no problem at all.

After all, Albert merged with the blood of the basilisk when he was in second grade. The uncontrolled eyes of the basilisk gave Albert's eyes the ability to turn people to stone like a basilisk.

"I believe Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Ms. Pomfrey, please take this injured student to the infirmary." Dumbledore then looked at Harry and Ron, who looked like the culprits no matter what, "As for you two... "

Lockhart stepped forward, "Headmaster, my office is the closest here, it's upstairs."

"Thank you, Gilderoy. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, you two come with me."

The silent crowd parted to let them pass.

Although Dumbledore explained that Harry and Ron could not be the murderers of this incident, all the students still looked at them with a little awe.

"Okay, prefects, please lead the students from your respective colleges back to your common room." Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal, spoke.

The crowd started to move.

Back in the Slytherin common room, Albert sank his body into the sofa next to the fire and put his legs on the footstool in front of him.

His body was half lit by the fire, half hidden in shadow.

The flickering flames cast mottled shadows on his face.

Elizabeth leaned against him, and a magic barrier blocked the voice from spreading, "Did you plan that attack?"

Although the two did not appear at the scene of the crime, Elizabeth still heard about the attack that occurred on the third floor of the castle from other students.

In this busy campus, gossip spreads the fastest.

"I just pushed Lockhart." Albert did not deny it.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa, planning his next move.

Everything Lockhart did was under the supervision of his clone, and the clone has not reported it to him yet, which shows that the matter is not out of control.

His clone could kill Lockhart anytime and anywhere if he wanted to.

But this was what Dumbledore asked him to arrange. It was left to Harry, the savior of the wizarding world, to deal with the training.

Voldemort returned to the Albanian forest. He could sense that Barty Crouch Jr.'s position was constantly moving, but he never left the forest.

Is the Two-hole Socket Man afraid of being beaten by him?

It shouldn't.

If Albert guessed correctly, Voldemort was probably tinkering with something that could help him regain his strength, making some weird biological weapons.

Draco approached Albert with excitement on his face, "Senior, do you know who the heir to the Chamber of Secrets is?"

Elizabeth was a little unhappy. Is this naughty child of the Malfoy family so blind?

Didn't you see that she and Albert were having sex with each other?

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing." Albert shook his head, his tone a little cold.

Draco, who then realized that he had disturbed the Demon King and his wife, quickly apologized to Albert and Elizabeth and wisely disappeared from their sight.

Elizabeth rested her head on Albert's shoulder.

The two looked like they were on a sweet date, but the content of their conversation had nothing to do with romance.

"When will your time shuttle train be refitted?"

"If a miracle happens, it can be done tomorrow. If there is no miracle, it will have to wait until the end of this school year."

Elizabeth comforted: "One school year is too fast. We can save Vilia's parents by then, right?"

"Yes," Albert nodded, "It's getting late, go back and rest."