Magical Studies at Hogwarts

When Ike heard the snake whisper, Harry naturally heard it too.

One second he was focusing on Malfoy, and the next second he was following the sound.

However, Harry has no way to leave now.

"What happened?"

The gathering crowd attracted Filch. He squeezed through the crowd and saw Mrs. Norris lying on the ground. He immediately screamed: "What's wrong with you! Baby!"

Then, he stared at Harry with his red eyes, pointed at him and shouted: "It's you! It's you! You killed my cat!"

"Argus." Dumbledore, who was a little slower, held back Filch who wanted to fight Harry and the other three, and the other professors followed closely behind.

Seeing the bloody words on the wall, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then picked up Mrs. Norris and said, "Okay, don't gather here anymore..."

"Prefects, take the students back to the dormitories. Argus, come with me." Dumbledore turned to look at the three Harrys, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Granger."

Miss."

"Minerva, please arrange for someone to send Sir Nicholas to Poppy..."

"Headmaster, why don't you go to my office? It's very close to here." Lockhart said suddenly, wearing that gorgeous dress.

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly looked at Ike and said hello: "Mr. Strider, please come with me. I need your opinion."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Ike nodded.

Stewart and Terry on the side looked at Ike with worried eyes. Ike smiled, shook his head, waved his hand, and followed.

Ike is familiar with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. He came here a lot last year. However, it has completely changed now.

When Quirrell was still there, this place was dark, and the room was filled with boxes of various sizes. Now there are no boxes, and the walls are covered with Lockhart's portraits.

When everyone came in, Lockhart in the portrait seemed to be frightened and hid in a hurry. When he reappeared, he had put on the same clothes as Lockhart.

After Lockhart lit the candle and illuminated the office brightly, he stepped aside. Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on the smooth desk and began to inspect it carefully.

For a moment, everyone looked at Dumbledore nervously. They saw Dumbledore bending down, his face even touching Mrs. Norris's hair, poking here and there with his fingers. Professor McGonagall also bent down and stood.

Opposite Dumbledore, he squinted his eyes and observed. Professor Snape stood aside, his eyes occasionally scanning the three Harrys who were at a loss, and occasionally giving Ike a strange look.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were more casual, talking quietly to the side, not knowing what they were talking about.

Lockhart also leaned over to take a look, touched his chin, and said confidently: "It must have been killed by a spell, probably a transformation torture spell. I have seen others use this spell when I traveled before. It's really

It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know how to break the curse and could have saved..."

"It's not dead, Filch." Dumbledore said out loud, then poked Mrs. Norris' stiff body with his wand, and nodded, "It's petrified."

"Petrified?" Filch, who was still crying, suddenly froze for a moment and then swallowed, "Isn't my Mrs. Rowlis dead?"

"I assure you, Argus, it is not dead," Dumbledore replied.

"Yes, I think so too." Lockhart interjected, "But I haven't figured out why this is the case."

"It's him!" Filch suddenly pointed at Harry, "It's him who did it! You saw what he wrote on the wall. He discovered my secret. He knew that I was...a...squib!"

"I didn't touch Mrs. Norris at all!" Harry shouted back, "I don't even know what a squib is!"

"You're lying!" Filch was very excited and stretched out his hand to grab Harry, but was stopped by Professor Snape's hand.

There was a trace of sarcasm at the corner of Snape's mouth, staring at Harry with emotionless eyes, and said: "Please allow me to say something, Dumbledore..."

"Perhaps Potter and his friends just happened to be there at that time, but at the same time, he also needs to explain to us why he did not attend the dinner?"

"We received an invitation from Sir Nicholas to attend the death anniversary dinner!" Hermione quickly replied, "There are hundreds of ghosts who can testify for us!"

"We will check it out later, Miss Granger." Snape said, "But this does not explain why you did not go to the dinner..."

"And why is Sir Nicholas there?"

"I...we are tired and want to go back to sleep first!" Harry replied hesitantly, "Let's leave first. Sir Nicholas may...may be here to see us..."

"Ha!" Snape snorted coldly and turned to look at Dumbledore, "Obviously, Mr. Potter and his friends did not tell the truth. I think we should take some measures..."

"Perhaps a little truth serum will teach them what honesty is."

"We won't do that, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Harry with an inquiring look, "There is no direct evidence to prove that they are guilty."

"But my cat..." Filch was very anxious, but Dumbledore raised his hand slightly to interrupt him, "It's just petrified, we can cure it."

After saying that, he looked at Professor Sprout and asked: "Pomona, is the mandrake growing well?"

"They're great," Sprout replied.

Dumbledore nodded upon hearing this, with a hint of relaxation in his tone: "Very good, I know a potion formula that can remove their petrification, so don't worry, Argus."

"As for you..." Dumbledore looked at the three Harrys, "You can go..."

Then he looked at Ike: "Mr. Strider, you still need to wait a moment."

The three Harrys bowed hastily to the professors in the room and left in a hurry. When they reached the fourth floor, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione into a classroom.

Closing the door gently, Harry whispered: "I heard that voice again!"

"What?" Ron was a little confused, "What sound?"

"Right at that line of words, I heard that voice again!" Harry looked anxious, "It...it said, the next one is me!"

"You should have told Dumbledore just now, Harry." The little witch's tone was serious.

"Don't say it!" Ron said hurriedly, "Hearing a voice that others can't hear, even in the magical world, is not a good sign."

"Don't you believe me, Ron?"

"Of course I believe you, but you have to admit that the whole thing is bizarre..."

"I know it's weird!" Harry said. "The writing on the wall is one way, and the voice is another way!"

"But Ron, it says..."

"I'm next!"