Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the corridor on the first floor, three children were chatting quietly.

Ron's face was full of self-blame, and he held his head: "Oh my god, I...I have got that notebook a long time ago, but I forgot about it, I forgot it a long time ago... If only I could be more alert , none of this will happen!”

"Don't think too much." Harry could only console him dryly.

He actually felt that Ron's move was a little too unreliable. After all, Uncle Mu En emphasized the dangers of black magic and black magic items more than once in class.

"It's not all your fault. No one would have thought that Peter Pettigrew was still alive and turned into a mouse, let alone that he was working for...the mysterious man," Harry said.

"By the way... Who is Pettigrew? Have you known him for a long time, Harry?" Hermione also changed the subject. She didn't want to talk about this matter too much. It had already passed, and it was meaningless to argue about right and wrong.

It was enough to be sure that Ron was not taking the initiative.

"He is my father's friend." Harry said this with a somewhat ugly look on his face: "Peter Pettigrew, recorded in contemporary history, is a brave Gryffindor.

He sacrificed his life for hunting down the vicious Death Eater Sirius, and the Ministry of Magic awarded him the Order of Merlin, First Class. "

The record of Peter Pettigrew in the book is very simple, only briefly describing the relationship between Peter and his father and the cause of his death.

As long as there were more people and more things in the wizarding world, this matter would still not be included in the history books.

"But he's not dead, and he's a Death Eater?!" Hermione said in disbelief: "Or is it just that he has been deceived during this period of time...?"

"No." Harry shook his head: "If he had recently turned evil and worked for Riddle, Professor Snape would not have done that." Harry reviewed Professor Snape's words.

You did it...don't say that name with your stupid mouth...

Harry had already vaguely guessed what Snape was referring to by "that name".

After all, following James, there is no other possibility for a name starting with L except his mother.

Thinking of this, Harry felt a little headache.

Is this why Snape likes to target me so much?

In the corridor, the little wizards who stayed in school were all discussing loudly the accident that had just happened.

I heard that Professor Snape was seriously injured, which is tragic.

And...it just happened to be limited to injuries.

This made many young wizards secretly feel happy. The scene they had expected countless times finally came true, and it had nothing to do with them. The situation was not serious enough to involve death. It was difficult for them to have empathy in their hearts.

I just smile and think: The professor is so pitiful. I hope he will recover from his injury later and practice more...

Of course, this is not all, there are still some children who are sad about what happened to Snape.

Some people are also wondering whether Hogwarts is safe or not, even Professor Snape was so injured...

After all, his strength in the Duel Club is obvious to all.

At the same time, Professor Flitwick hurriedly walked over from the other side, his expression serious and his steps hurried.

It only took a moment from when he appeared to when he arrived in front of the three of them.

"Professor." The three of them greeted quickly.

"Are you okay?" Professor Flitwick was worried. He saw the white gauze bandaged on Harry's hand, which was used to treat the previous magic flame burns.

"No, we are fine." Harry said quickly: "Professor Snape protected us."

A young wizard passing by was suddenly startled. Behind Professor Flitwick, he turned his head blankly with a look of disbelief on his face.

Harry said seriously again: "Professor Snape stood in front of us. It was to protect us that he was so seriously injured."

He looked past Professor Flitwick and towards the students behind who wanted to inquire about some news.

This is what I am saying to them.

"Severus...this guy is really..." Professor Flitwick's eyes were a little red, he was surprised by the news but felt right and proud!

"Okay, you guys go to rest and relax." Flitwick nodded and walked towards the infirmary.

Climbing all the way up the steps, we soon arrived at the second floor, where we happened to bump into Moon and Dumbledore coming out. And Professor McGonagall at the door of the infirmary.

"Filius, you are here too, how is the situation?" Dumbledore asked.

"Some of the children were obviously very frightened. The explosion was so violent," Flitwick said.

"It's not serious. Apart from the loss of dozens of magic paintings in the corridor, there were no other casualties." Mag nodded.

"Albus, what happened?" Mag asked worriedly, "Is it about the secret room?"

Dumbledore's expression softened slightly: "Let's continue talking in the office."

Mu En flipped through the notebook in his hand, with an undetectable light on his fingertips as he kept stroking the pages to investigate.

He raised his head and looked around slightly.

"Cedric, you like to join in the fun?" He took a step to the side, raised his hand, and moved it in his direction.

Cedric walked out of the corner awkwardly: "Professor...I'm sorry."

Mu En ignored him. Who wouldn't be curious when something like this happened? This was normal.

"Go tell Myrtle that the Chamber of Secrets matter is settled, it's all settled.

If she is willing, let her stop confining herself to that dirty bathroom. The girls who have classes on the second floor have to run a long way every time they go to the bathroom, which is quite tiring. "

"Solved?!" Sedraco said.

"Well, it's over." Mu En nodded.

"That's great news." Cedric nodded: "Um...Professor, can I let someone else do this?"

"I don't trust others to do it." Mu En patted his shoulder: "You know, Myrtle is actually very disliked by children, and few people can put themselves in her shoes and understand what she is going through.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that!

It's just that--you who have this kind of ability are much more valuable. "

"Oh...Okay." Cedric was a little stunned, feeling a little embarrassed.

This... sounds so comfortable...

He had no choice but to nod, lowering his eyebrows and squinting to see if there were any Ravenclaws around, especially girls. After all, this was a job of getting into the women's restroom...

"Go." Mu En patted his shoulder.

Looking back, I happened to catch the eyes of several people.

"Some girls run out for more than 20 minutes as soon as they ask for leave to go to the toilet. Who do you think can accept this situation?"

Dumbledore nodded clearly and smoothed his beard: "Of course, yes, of course!"

The tone of wanting to be beaten made Mu En want to punch him on the other side of the nose to straighten his bones.

As for Myrtle? Mu En wasn't sure if the reason why she often cried sadly and bitterly was related to the secret room, but it was just possible.