The Son of Light of the Snake House

The two cats curled up in a corner and shivered.

Something icy crawled over their heads, leaving only a little dangerous breath behind.

The Halloween party is over.

"Pumpkin pie or apple pie, which one do you prefer?" Draco patted his swollen belly without a trace, and exhaled quietly, trying to relieve the feeling of fullness in his stomach.

"Apple pie." Daniel looked at him.

"Why not pumpkin pie? I think today's pumpkin pie is very delicious."

"Because I don't like pumpkins."

"Why don't you like pumpkins?"

"Because people always ask me why I don't like pumpkins." Daniel answered the question of the friend next to him who obviously ate his brains with pumpkin pie, and was surrounded by students and walked towards the dormitory.

It's just that when they just came out of the hall, they stopped, and Daniel moved the tip of his nose lightly.

It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, with her tail hanging from the torch holder, her body stiff as a plank, her eyes wide open and staring.

Draco immediately cheered up, and dragged Daniel to the front of the team, where the vision was clearer.They stepped on a large puddle of water on the ground and looked at the words that were shimmering under the torches.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the successor, be vigilant.

And Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood upright in front of them, like three unlucky statues of repression.

.........

Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on the clean table in Professor Lockhart's office and began to examine it carefully.After a nervous exchange of glances, Harry, Ron and Hermione settled into a few chairs out of the candlelight and watched closely.

The tip of his long hooked nose almost touched Mrs. Norris' fur.He looked at it carefully through the half-moon-shaped glasses, poking here and there with his slender fingers.Professor McGonagall bent over, almost touching the cat with his face, squinting his eyes and watching carefully.Snape stood behind them, half hidden in the shadows, looking eerie.Filch next to him was covering his face and crying - he didn't even dare to look at Mrs. Norris.

Harry really felt sorry for him, but in the current embarrassing situation, he thought, maybe he should feel sorry for himself more.If Principal Dumbledore really believed Filch's words, then he might be expelled...

Dumbledore whispered something at this moment, and tapped Mrs. Norris' hard body with his wand again, but nothing happened.

Professor Lockhart next to him cheered up and chattered about how he once helped the local villagers in Ouagadougou to ward off evil spirits with homemade amulets.At this point Harry wished he had been petrified and hung from a torch stand, so he wouldn't have to sit here helpless.

Finally Dumbledore straightened up from the table: "It's not dead, Filch."

"Not...not dead?" Filch choked up, wiped the tears on his face with his hands, and asked, "Then why is its whole body—— its whole body stiff, as if frozen?"

"It's been petrified." Dumbledore said, ignoring Professor Lockhart next to him. "Ah! I think so too."

"It's just that I don't know why it was petrified..."

"Ask him!" screamed Filch, turning his mottled, tear-stained face towards Harry. "It's impossible for a second year student to do that," said Dumbledore firmly. "It would require the highest Dark Arts—"

"It's not me!" Harry said in panic, looking around, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. "I never touched Mrs. Norris!"

"Allow me to say something, Headmaster," said Snape, standing in the shadow of the torches and candles. "Perhaps Potter and his friends just shouldn't be in that place at that time."

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was very dismissive of it: "But we did encounter a series of doubts. Why did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween banquet?"

"Because we went to the Deathday Party!" The three scrambled to explain: "There are hundreds of ghosts there, and they can all testify for us..."

"But after this, why not come to the banquet," said Snape, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

Harry couldn't answer anymore, he couldn't explain because he heard a strange voice, maybe he would be treated as mentally ill and sent to a special wizard mental hospital.

Seeing the nasty Snape opening his mouth again, wanting to say something, he was filled with despair.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Everyone straightened up and looked towards the door, and so did Snape.Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Whoever it was, thank him for attracting Professor Snape's attention.

"Who is it?" Professor Lockhart looked at the serious-faced Professor Dumbledore beside him, and then hesitantly went to open the door.

"It's me, Professor." Daniel was standing at the door, with a dazed Draco at the back next to him. "I have some... maybe some discoveries that I can provide to you."

He said, walking in the door openly, only then did Harry notice that in his arms was the cat that played well with Mrs. Norris - Jasmine.

"Daniel, what did you find?" Dumbledore took off his small round eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked at him.

Harry was sure he heard Professor Snape snorting beside him, and he didn't seem too bothered by it.

"It's my cat, sir." Daniel said, picked up his wand and lit up the whole room, and then stretched out the paw pads of his silly cat for everyone to see.

The cat curled up in Daniel's arms, trembling constantly, Daniel stroked its head lovingly, and then continued to explain: "When Madam Norris... had an accident, Jasmine seemed to be playing with it. When it came to me just now, I found that it was obviously frightened, and in its nails-"

Daniel ruthlessly pinched the four small meat balls on it, forcing its nails to show.

"This is..." Dumbledore put on his glasses again and took a closer look.

"Blood stains." Daniel announced, and spread out his palms to show everyone some transparent sheets on it: "Some of these things were embedded in the middle of Jasmine's paw pads, and some fell near the puddles on the ground. , I took it out."

"I guess, besides Jasmine and Mrs. Norris, there were at least one or two other creatures present. They threatened Mrs. Norris's life, so that Jasmine was frightened and attacked."

Daniel stood there with a stern face, looking at several professors with a serious expression... except Professor Lockhart.

"Those flakes, I guess they are snakes. That snake should be about the same size as Jasmine. And this snake might have been summoned by a powerful black magician."

The author has something to say:

Professor Lockhart: Even if I'm an idiot, don't you make it so obvious, okay?This makes me very embarrassed.

Severus: The little brat can't just keep his hands off dangerous things!And with Draco!Do you think you are a superhero?

I slept for 4 hours in the afternoon and now my head hurts 5555 Why is it so painful.Although Daniel had a general reasoning, he was completely off track. Hahahaha, because he was not familiar with magical creatures, he judged that it was the black magician who petrified Mrs. Norris and summoned a poisonous snake to kill Harry who was passing by.After all, in Daniel's heart, Jasmine was still a weak kitten, unable to beat creatures bigger than him.