Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Or is it that Brother Drag is Harry's mortal enemy?

While others were still immersed in the delicious food and funny performance, he had somehow caught a glimpse of the dazed Harry and the other two, as well as the miserable, petrified Mrs. Norris.

The cat just hung there, with its tail hanging on the torch stand, its eyes wide open, as if it had seen something that it couldn't believe.

"Dead... dead?"

Brother Zhua was stunned for a moment, and instinctively took several steps back. Then he recited the words that appeared on the wall word by word.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened."

"Those who are enemies of the heir, beware."

"Ha! You're next! Mudbloods!"

Malfoy laughed triumphantly, thinking he had uncovered Harry's "plot".

Mrs. Norris was hanging there, looking as if she were really dead. Harry and the other two standing next to her were undoubtedly the biggest suspects.

Although everyone is troubled by cats, if they really kill Mrs. Norris, the nature of the incident will be completely different.

However, Draco, who was so proud of himself, forgot that there was a gust of evil wind behind him, running towards him mercilessly.

"Malfoy! Don't you dare say that word again!"

Malfoy, who had been smiling just now, squatted on the spot, covering his head with his hands, like a vole that heard the noise of a night owl. What greeted him was a powerful kick from Dudley. The dragon-skin boots with steel-toe plates hit the guy's butt solidly.

He wailed and jumped up high, not even paying attention to the professors and students who were rushing over behind him, and ran away for a long distance.

Filch, who had just squeezed to the front of the crowd with a look of shock on his face, suddenly froze in place.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?"

Hot tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes, and Filch cried at the top of his lungs. His voice was extremely unpleasant to the ear, but at this moment, even the twins, who were usually the most mischievous, did not say any inappropriate witticisms.

Everyone in Hogwarts knows that Mrs. Norris is the lifeblood of the administrator. Although it is strange for an old man of his age to be unmarried, childless, and friendless and to live with a kitten every day, his feelings for Mrs. Norris are so strong that even the stone statue at the entrance of the hall would be moved.

"You! You killed Mrs. Norris! You killed my cat!"

"I will burn you to death! I will..."

Turning around, he saw Harry and the other two with innocent faces. Filch was so angry that he even forgot his duties as an administrator and was about to pounce on Harry and the others.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore's steady voice sounded, and he walked past Harry, Ron and Hermione at a speed that Dudley didn't even have time to react, and untied the poor cat from the torch stand.

The other professors of Hogwarts also rushed over, and the prefects of each grade had already begun to evacuate the students who were watching the fun.

Without further ado, Lockhart volunteered his office - his was the only place closest to the scene of the incident, and soon, the stiff cat was placed on the table, and Dudley and the others poked their heads out to look at it.

"A curse must have killed her!"

"And it's very likely a Transfiguration Torture Curse!"

"To be honest, I have seen those dark magicians use these vicious spells many times. It's a pity that I was not there at the time. I happened to know the method to break the spell and could have saved her..."

Lockhart, who knew him well, immediately began to boast incessantly. Dudley turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall bending over, squinting her eyes and looking closely at Mrs. Norris. Snape was standing behind them with an extremely weird expression on his face, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself from laughing out loud. His bat-like robe was shaking, which was indescribably weird.

But this was indeed the case. As a Potions teacher, and someone who had always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Severus Snape had extremely high experience and proficiency in curses. He could naturally tell at a glance that Mrs. Norris was not in any danger of life, she was just petrified.

However, Lockhart's words still aroused the grief of another person - Filch slumped in the chair, like a husband anxiously waiting outside the delivery room, and was greeted with the doctor's words "we have tried our best". His wrinkled old face twitched, tears fell "pat", and he looked extremely pitiful.

"I remember... ahaha, exactly the same thing happened in Ouagadougou, yes, a series of attacks, which I also detailed in my autobiography."

"At that time, I provided the people there with various amulets, and the problem was solved almost immediately..."

Lockhart was still bragging about other people's affairs, but Dumbledore's words made him stand there in embarrassment.

"Filch, she's not dead yet."

"Not dead? That's great! But...but its whole body...why is it like it's frozen? So hard..."

The expression on Filch's face was a feast for the eyes of micro-expressions, from joy to doubt to sadness, so vivid that it could kill a hundred boastful Lockharts in seconds.

"It was petrified, but the exact reason requires further investigation..."

"Ah! That's what I thought!"

Dumbledore gave a conclusion quickly, but Lockhart still shouted rudely, and the professors present couldn't help but smile, even Professor McGonagall, who was usually very serious.

"ask him!"

Filch screamed, pointing a trembling hand at Harry.

"Professor, we are only second-year students. Only wizards of Professor Snape's level can use this kind of advanced dark magic skillfully."

Dudley's voice came suddenly, and everyone fell silent and looked at him at the same time, except Snape's face twitched.

Have I offended you recently?

When he saw that it was Dudley, Filch's expression froze. After a moment, he sat back in his chair, breathing heavily.

"I'm glad you were able to help quiet Mr. Filch down, Dursley."

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

Dumbledore praised Dudley, then looked at Harry and the other two with a deep gaze.

"Sir Nick has invited us to a Deathday party..."

"...Hundreds of ghosts have come! They can all prove we are there!"

Hermione and Ron immediately started explaining.

"But after that? Why didn't you come to the party? Why did you go up to the gallery?"

"Because...because..."

Faced with Snape's questioning, Harry wanted to answer the voice in his head directly, but when he thought about how this reason sounded a bit lame, he started to make up a lie.

"Because recently, my cousin has been troubled by some noises."

Dudley suddenly patted Harry on the shoulder and stood in front of him.

Dumbledore's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He winked at Dudley imperceptibly, and Dudley understood and quickly lowered his head.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus."

These words determined the nature of the whole incident. Snape, who wanted to take this opportunity to find fault, snorted coldly and stood aside without saying anything.

"Filch, the mandrakes at Professor Sprout's place will be mature soon. I will use them to prepare a potion that can free Mrs. Norris from petrification."

After comforting Filch, Dumbledore was about to leave. Lockhart, who was completely unaware that the atmosphere in the room had become extremely strange, suddenly spoke again.

"I'll do it! I've prepared this potion at least a hundred times. I can make it even with my eyes closed..."

Snape snorted, finally finding an outlet for his emotions tonight.

"Excuse me, but I believe I am the Potions master at Hogwarts."

There was an awkward silence in the room and Dudley quickly turned his head away to stop himself from laughing out loud.