Retirement from Hogwarts

Less than two seconds after Dobby left, Dumbledore stepped backward into the ward.He wore a long woolen dressing gown and a nightcap.He held one end of something sculptural in his hands.A second later, Professor McGonagall appeared, holding the thing's feet up.Together they put it on the bed.

"Call Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore whispered as Professor McGonagall hurried past Harry's bedside and walked out.Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep.He heard urgent voices, and then Professor McGonagall came in quickly, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, who was wearing a jacket over her pajamas.Harry heard a gasp.

"What's the matter?" whispered Madam Pomfrey to Dumbledore, leaning over the statue.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore. "McGonagall found him on the stairs."

"He also has a bunch of grapes with him," said Professor McGonagall. "We guess he wants to sneak over here to see Potter."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Harry felt his stomach twitch violently.Slowly and carefully he lifted his body a few inches so that he could see the statue on the bed.A ray of moonlight shone on the stunned face.It's Colin Creevey.His eyes were wide open and his hands were stretched out in front of his chest, holding up his camera.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey asked quietly. "Yes," Professor McGonagall said, "I shudder just thinking about it... If Albus hadn't happened to come downstairs to bring hot chocolate, who knows what would have happened..." The three people looked at Colin intently.Then Dumbledore leaned forward and took the camera from Colin's stiff fingers.

"Did he take a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't understand this kind of camera either. Does any of you know how to use this?"

Despite what he said, Dumbledore still found a way to activate the camera.As the camera started, a bang sounded in Dumbledore's hand.The entire camera exploded into pieces in Dumbledore's arms with a burst of bright fire.Even Harry, who was three beds away, smelled the pungent smell of burning plastic.

"What does that mean, Albus?" asked Professor McGonagall urgently.

"This means," said Dumbledore, "that the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hands.Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore blankly. "But Albus... you must know... who?"

"The question is not who," Dumbledore said, focusing on Colin. "The question is how..."

Early the next morning, the news spread like wildfire in the school that Colin had been petrified and was now lying in the ward like a dead person.Suddenly, rumors were flying throughout Hogwarts, and people were panicking.

The first and second grade students now always move together in small groups, as if they are afraid that if they act alone, they will be attacked.

Jack quietly went to the school hospital to retrieve the memory card that he had protected with heavy spells and physical shielding.A man was lying on the bed in the dormitory, staring at the back of the man in black standing with the basilisk on the crystal board, trying to identify the man in black with greasy long hair from the back.

Judging from the fact that the basilisk keenly discovered Colin behind him, just looking at the sensitivity of this basilisk to breath, it may have reached the level of a legendary Warcraft.I used the system to attach a legendary breath blocking spell to Colin on the camera, but he was discovered by the basilisk at such a long distance. I am afraid that this basilisk also has secrets that I don't know about.

It's not a good idea to face such a huge legendary monster in a cramped castle.It seems that we need to hurry up to find the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets. As long as the soul of Deathwing is removed, I will only be able to stay at the early stage of an intermediate magician in a short period of time.This kind of strength is far from enough against a legendary monster like the Basilisk.

For the next period of time, without telling the teacher, everyone exchanged amulets, amulets, amulets, and other things to protect themselves.The practice soon became popular in the school, and Ron Weasley bought a smelly onion, a pointed amethyst and a rotting salamander tail.As a result, the other Gryffindor boys told him that he was not actually in danger: he was a pureblood and therefore not vulnerable to attack.

In the second week of December, Professor Flitwick came over as usual to collect the list of students staying at school for Christmas.Jack and Hermione signed the list; they planned to go to Nicolás Flamende again during the Christmas period to find clues to the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets in the White Empire.Harry and Neville also signed Professor McGonagall's detention form. They found out that Malfoy would stay at the school during the Christmas period and planned to use the polyjuice potion provided by Jack to deceive Malfoy during the Christmas period.

A week away from Christmas.A large lilac notice was posted on the bulletin board in the foyer of the castle.A group of little wizards were chattering around the bulletin board, discussing something.

"They're going to open a dueling club!" When Jack and Hermione approached, Harry, who was already standing below, said excitedly. "Tonight's our first meeting. I'm not opposed to learning some dueling lessons. It might come in handy one day."

"What, do you think Slytherin's monster will duel with you?" Jack looked at Harry in surprise and asked.

"It always helps to learn more," Neville said to Jack and Hermione.

"Are we going?" Hermione asked Jack, looking at the large squiggles on the lilac announcement.

"Although it is very likely that it is the dueling club organized by Lockhart, but since Harry and Neville are going to go, it doesn't hurt for us to go and have a look. What if it is another professor?" He winked at Hermione said.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, they hurried back to the auditorium.The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, lit by hundreds of candles floating above.The ceiling became as dark as velvet again, and almost all the students from the school were here, crowded together, everyone holding their own wands, their faces full of excitement.

"I wonder who will teach us," Harry said as they squeezed sideways into the chattering crowd. "Someone told me that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. Maybe he will teach us."

"It doesn't matter who comes." Neville said looking at the stage expectantly. "As long as it's not -" Neville didn't finish his words and turned into a groan. He saw Gilderoy Lockhart walking onto the stage, wearing a purple robe, dazzling. The person beside him was none other than Stan. Nap, still wearing his usual black clothes.