Hogwarts Lion Girl

Dumbledore stopped in front of a huge statue. The stone sculpture was intricately covered with wrinkles and traces of weathering over the years. The surface was rough and uneven, like a hideous face.

The uneven facial features seemed like a mockery of nature, ruthlessly carved into a daunting look.

Its huge size gives people a sense of heavy oppression, and its hard stone makes it look like both an eternal guardian and an invincible challenger.

"Iced lemon juice!" - Following Professor Dumbledore's unhurried command, the wall slowly cracked open, as if the earth was breathing quietly, and a spiral staircase slowly rotated up.

Following Dumbledore's steps, Salina carefully stepped onto the step of the spiral staircase.

Suddenly, there was a heavy rumbling sound behind him, and the stone wall closed tightly, as if nothing had ever happened.

The spiral staircase spiraled up steadily and powerfully, creating an eerie silence, with only the sound of their soles tapping on the stairs echoing.

As they climbed higher, the light gradually weakened, until the dim beam of light above their heads became the only source of light to guide them.

Salina's eyes kept wandering during the entire rotation process. She noticed that the wall gradually took on a dim luster as they rose, as if they had passed through the hourglass of time and were stepping into an unknown secret place.

Finally, a ray of light appeared far ahead, like a bright lamp in the dark night, carrying a mysterious atmosphere.

What gradually became clear in front of me was a tall and heavy oak door, exuding a calm atmosphere.

It shines with traces of time and the brilliance of magic all over, like the essence of the forest, condensed into the strongest barrier.

A brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin exudes solemnity and wisdom, as if telling Salina the quiet mystery of the house.

Dumbledore's office is a large, beautiful, circular room filled with all kinds of funny noises.

There are many strange and peculiar silverware on the table with long and thin legs. These silverware seem to have their own life. They make creaking sounds from time to time, accompanied by the smoke, making the whole office full of vitality and fun.

Each piece of silverware has its own characteristics. Some make a high-pitched sound, like a bird singing; others make a low sound, like a subwoofer coming from a distance.

The smoke lingered in the air, sometimes like a group of dancers dancing gracefully, and sometimes like a group of galloping horses galloping past quickly.

Their ever-changing appearance makes the entire office full of mystery, making people feel as if they are in a fantasy world.

On the wall were rows of portrait frames, densely arranged, as if recording the entire history of Hogwarts.

In each portrait, there is a principal. Most of them maintain a serious expression, but the subtle differences reveal each person's unique personality.

Some have their brows furrowed, as if they are pondering profound magical questions; some have smiles on their lips, as if they know all the secrets.

The most eye-catching thing is the full beard on their chest, which may be long or short, curly or straight. It rises and falls with the principals' breathing and is not quiet even in their sleep.

These portraits seem to be telling history in a silent way, making everyone who enters this room walk lightly for fear of disturbing these former guardians.

The desk looks like a giant lion resting with its paws on the ground. It is a display of dignity and strength, and also a symbol of tenacity and perseverance in the magical world.

Its hair is as hard as steel wire, and each hair has its own precise direction. They are so lifelike, as if they can absorb the magical elements in the air at any time and transform them into protective power.

The most eye-catching thing is, of course, the Sorting Hat, which looks like it has reached retirement age. It is like an elder who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and its worn edges hide traces of countless students.

Its texture has become dull, but it still performs its duty, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next student. Even though the wrinkles on the brim seem to never be able to stretch again, its existence itself is a symbol of inheritance.

Behind the door, on a high gilded perch, sat a bird with magnificent red and gold feathers.

It is the Phoenix Fawkes. At the moment, it looks in bad condition. Its feathers are no longer as dazzling as in the legend, but dull and seem to have lost their vitality.

Its eyes were half closed and half open, revealing a hint of fatigue and pain.

As Salina looked at this creature that was once full of mystery and majesty, she felt an inexplicable sadness and regret in her heart.

Salina turned around slowly, an unintentional movement, but it seemed as if she was pulled by some invisible force.

She subconsciously felt that gaze - Professor Dumbledore's eyes were like a pair of gentle yet sharp wings, gently covering her body.

Those eyes were like the clear lake water in winter, deep and clear, and seemed to be able to see through all secrets.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Salina nodded, "Principal, the secret room has indeed been opened again."

"I know everything, Swinburne!" Dumbledore replied calmly, "The question is not who, but how ..."

……

Inside Hogwarts Castle, the news had already spread like wildfire, and the terrifying incident in the Chamber of Secrets became the focus of everyone at an alarming speed.

The tragedy of Penelope and Myrtle caused another wave of ripples.

Rumors are like a magic bird cast with a speed spell, flying through every inch of space in an instant, occupying all channels and triggering people's most primitive fears.

Even in the darkest corners, the ghosts who heard the words put away their usual playful expressions and revealed a deep panic.

The young wizards gathered in the corridor, whispers coming from small corners from time to time, everyone tried to understand this sudden panic.

Little wizards with frowned brows gathered in groups of three or five. They used their wands to comfort each other and weaved an invisible web with doubts and worries.

Professors moved around, trying their best to maintain order, but there was worry in their eyes. This sudden change seemed to have lifted the veil of the peaceful daily life, revealing the darkness that had been hidden for a long time.

Rumors are like seeds that take root and sprout in everyone's heart, and fear becomes the heaviest price to pay.

The threat from the unknown gradually formed an inescapable web in Hogwarts, where the details were unpredictable.

In the Slytherin common room, the center of the rumors, students with indifferent expressions closed their doors tightly, resisting the rumors from the outside world.

Their silence became the most powerful answer, but also the deepest gap.