Section 1

After Harry and the other two returned from Hagrid, Harry and Ron were called by Professor McGonagall and were punished to work for both of them. Ron was going to Filchner to help him reply to the readers. Harry was busy there until very late. Around midnight, Harry heard a creepy and cold voice in Lockhart's office, saying terrible words such as "kill" and "rip". To Harry was surprised and uneasy, Lockhart heard nothing. In the dormitory, Harry told Ron about this.

"If you want me to say, you'd better tell Sauron about this." Ron whispered, preventing others from waking up.

"But, this kind of thing is too bizarre, who would believe it?" Harry shook his head. At the same time, Harry privately felt that this would make him appear weak and incompetent in front of his brother.

"But I still think you should ask Sauron, you know, this matter sounds a bit scary," Ron muttered.

Harry finally decided not to tell Sauron, and in the next period of time, the school was safe and Harry and Ron almost forgot about this. The only thing that bothered Harry was Slytherin. Slytherin's Quidditch team was all replaced with Malfoy's father, the new broom "Bright Wheel-2001" given by Lucius Malfoy. On the training ground, the Slytherin's speed was much faster than the Gryffindors. Slytherin always seized every opportunity to show off, especially Malfoy, which annoyed the Gryffindors, including Harry. Harry even thought about asking Sauron to teach Malfoy a lesson, although he himself knew that Sauron would not agree.

A few days before Halloween, Harry accidentally brought mud and water into the castle and was rudely caught by Filch in the office. Fortunately, Nick, who was almost invisible, helped Harry escaped. With thanks, Harry agreed to attend the "death party" held by Nick on Halloween. After Ron and Hermione heard about it, Hermione showed great interest and agreed to go. When Harry asked Soren if he wanted to go-

"Discovery party?" Sauron's eyebrows frowned and said, "How could you want to attend such a party? To be honest, that's not fun."

"But Hermione said that few people had attended such parties, which might be amazing." Harry said uncertainly.

"It's amazing." Sauron's brows frowned even more. He was very disgusted with the little girl Hermione's excessive curiosity and self-righteousness. "There are indeed few living people who have attended such parties, because it is not suitable for living people."

"Oh." Harry whispered, now he regretted it a little.

Sauron looked at Harry and sighed, "Forget it, you have promised Nick, so it's hard to repent. You go and have a look, and then leave early, don't miss the Halloween dinner. I won't go with you." Sauron patted Harry on the shoulder, "Oh, by the way. I noticed that Drag and the others have changed their brooms. Do you need a better one?"

Hallelu showed a happy expression, but refused, "Forget it, 'Bright wheel-2000' I am very familiar with it, and suddenly changing to a new broom is not conducive to my performance.

Sauron smiled, "Okay, if you need it, just tell me. Go to class now."

The two separated at the corner of the corridor and went to different classrooms.

Everything was safe until Halloween night.

Felch's cat, Mrs. Loris, was petrified, her tail hung on a torch holder, and the wall next to it read in blood, "The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heirs, beware."

All this was nothing to do with Sauron, but unfortunately, when the students and professors finished their Halloween dinner, came out of the auditorium hall and saw this scene, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood at the scene and stared at everyone blankly.

"How come my brother can meet any unlucky thing." Sauron thought to himself.

When Felch saw the cat petrified, she was so angry that she thought it was Harry's doing it. Fortunately, Dumbledore rushed over and persuaded Felch. Then the professors took Harry and the other two to Lockhart's office, and Sauron was also allowed to go together.

In the office, Dumbledore put the petrified Mrs. Loris on the table and carefully checked. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the corner, looking very nervous. Sauron walked to Harry and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid." Then he stood behind Dumbledore. The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the hair of Mrs. Loris. He looked at it carefully through the half-moon glasses, and his slender fingers poked it gently here and there. Professor McGonagall bent over, and his face almost touched the cat, and he looked at it with squint. Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadow, looking gloomy. The expression on his face was very strange: it was as if he was trying hard to restrain himself from laughing. Lohart wandered around them, constantly giving advice.

"It must be a spell that killed it - it's probably a spell of transformation and torture. I have seen others use this spell many times. I'm so sorry I was not present at the time. I happened to know the method of resolving the spell, which could have saved it..."

Lockhart's words were interrupted by Felch's tears of tears. Felch sat on a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs. Loris.

"Don't be too sad, Mr. Felch, we will have a solution." Sauron said comfortingly. In fact, Sauron and Felch had a good relationship.

Although Harry didn't like Filch, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him at this moment, but he sympathized with himself even more. If Dumbledore believed Filch, he would definitely be fired.

At this time, Dumbledore whispered some strange words and knocked Mrs. Loris with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Loris lay there stiffly, like a newly prepared specimen.

"...I remember something very similar happened in Ouagadougou," said Lohart. "A series of attacks are recorded in detail in my autobiography. At that time, I provided various amulets to the people, and solved the problem in one go..."

As he spoke, the photos of Lohart on the wall nodded and agreed. One of them forgot to take off his hair net. Sauron frowned and looked at him in disgust. It was only because Dumbledore was present that he did not have an attack.

Finally, Dumbledore stood up straight. "It's not dead, Felch." He whispered.

Lockhart was counting how many murders he had prevented, but suddenly stopped.

"Not dead?" Felch said with a sob, looking at Mrs. Loris through the cracks of her fingers, "Then why is it all--its stiff, as if it was frozen?"

"It's petrified," Dumbledore said ("Ah! I think so too!", Lockhart said), "but I don't know what happened..."

"Ask him!" Felch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face towards Harry.

"I'm not trying to excuse my brother, Mr. Felch, but Harry couldn't do that," Sauron said in a tactful tone. "It requires the highest level of dark magic—my brother doesn't have that ability."

"It was him who did it!" Felch sobbed, "You saw the words he wrote on the wall! He found... in my office... he knew I was... I was..." Felch's face twitched. "He knew I was a squin..."

"I didn't touch Mrs. Loris at all!" Harry shouted, uneasy to realize that everyone was looking at him, including all the Lohart on the wall. "I don't even know what the squib means."

"Shut up, Harry." Sauron said coldly, "this is not enough for you to speak."

"Please allow me to say something, Principal," Snape said in the shadow, and Sauron glared at him fiercely.

"Maybe, Potter and his friends shouldn't have been there at that time," Snape said, his lips twisting and sneering as if he was deeply suspicious 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 party?"

"They went to Nick's 'death party', I think those ghosts can prove this," Sauron said calmly. Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded vigorously, rushing to admit it.

"But after that, why not come to the party?" Snape said, his dark eyes shining in the candlelight. "Why go to the corridor above?"

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry, and Harry looked at Soren nervously. Snape saw it and smiled sinisterly.

"Because...because..." Harry said, his heart pounding. He vaguely felt that if he told them that he was brought there by a sound that he could only hear and without physicality, it would definitely sound untenable. "Because we are tired and want to go to bed early," he said.

"Not having supper?" Snape said, a smug smile flashing across his thin face. "I think the food provided by the ghost at the party is probably not very suitable for living people."

"We're not hungry," Ron said loudly, while his stomach rumbling.

Snape's ugly smile became more obvious, and he glanced at Sauron with a provocative look.

"My opinion is, Principal, Porter didn't tell the truth completely, he was hiding something." He said, "We should probably cancel some of his privileges until he told us the whole thing. I personally think it's better to let him leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team and wait until the attitude is honest."

"I don't understand what you mean, Professor Snape, there's no reason to do this." Sauron said with a sinister face. "It's obvious that this has nothing to do with Harry, or are you hinting at what?"

Snape looked at Soren coldly, and said with a sinister smile: "I guess you know very well what I'm hinting at."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with an inquiring gaze, then looked at the tense Soren and Snape, and said calmly: "As long as you are not proven guilty, you are innocent, Severus." He said firmly. Snape seemed very angry, and Soren breathed a sigh of relief.

Felch was still very sad and said sadly: "Mrs. Loris has been petrified!" The turbid tears flowed out intermittently.

"We can cure it, Felch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout recently got some Mandela grass. Once they were mature, I had a medicine to bring Mrs. Loris back to life."

"I'll make it," Lockhart interrupted, "I've made it a hundred times. I can prepare it while dreaming about it..."

Sauron really couldn't stand his noise and was about to speak-

"Please forgive me," Snape's tone was frighteningly cold, probably because he had just been defeated, "I think I am the potion class teacher in this school." An embarrassing silence.

"You can go." Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"I'll take them back," Sauron continued.

Dumbledore nodded, and Sauron took them out of the office. On the way, Sauron had a cold face, while Harry and the other two followed him carefully. Walking upstairs of Lockhart's office, Sauron opened the door of an empty classroom and walked in. Harry and the other two looked at each other and followed in.

"What did you find, Harry, don't lie to me." Sauron said seriously. "I know you didn't tell the truth."

"That..." Harry hesitated for a moment, "I heard a terrible voice, which said it was going to kill people, and some other terrible words. I heard it from the death party, so I followed the voice to the corridor above, and then..." Harry looked at Soren, "Both Ron and Hermione could not hear that voice, only I could hear..." Harry's voice became smaller and smaller, because he saw Soren's brows frowning tighter and tighter.

Soren rubbed his temples with his hands, and after a long time, he spoke, "Harry, don't tell anyone about this, and don't worry about it anymore."

Ron and Hermione wanted to say something, but Sauron said first: "Listen, don't worry about this matter anymore. Just like last year, you almost died. I only have Harry, a relative, and I don't want to put him in danger. Well, it's already midnight, I'll send you back to the Gryffindor Tower."

Sauron kept sending the three of them to the portrait of Fat Lady. Before leaving, he took out his wand and turned a large plate full of cakes, bacon, sausages and several large bottles of pumpkin juice on the ground.

"This is what I left for you at the Halloween dinner, and I noticed you never came back," Sauron said, then turned and left.

Harry looked at the food on the ground, then looked at Sauron's back, feeling a little uncomfortable. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, but didn't say anything.

There was no one in the common room, and three people sat around the fireplace, eating food in a coquettish manner. Hermione looked at Harry and asked carefully, "Are you okay, Harry?"

"Am I useless?" Harry said in a depressed mood, thinking of Sauron's tit-for-tat look with Snape in the office, and said in a low mood: "Always cause trouble, I have to worry my brother every time."

Hermione glanced at Ron in embarrassment, and neither of them knew what to say.

"This is like this in the first grade, this is like this in the second grade, this is like this in the potion class, this is like this in the face of monsters, this is like this in the Philosopher's Stone, this is still like this tonight..." Harry said sadly, his voice a little sobbing, "Always causing trouble, always making him worry, and always asking him to come and help me."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly, and Hermione bit her lip, "Don't blame yourself too hard, Harry." As if to divert Harry's attention, she said: "But this is indeed bizarre, and the words on the wall - 'The secret room is opened'. What does this mean?"

"I don't know, Bill seemed to have told me about the secret room before, and you guys would tell us if the professors would tell us?" Ron said.

Harry was still feeling down: "Who knows, didn't Sauron say that he doesn't want us to care about this."

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Chapter completed!