Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 40

After Phoenix passed a word, it quickly turned into a silver light spot and dissipated in the air.

A trace of doubt flashed across Professor Snape’s face. He glanced at Tracy. Although he didn’t fully believe what she said, there were more important things now. After all, Dumbledore would not let the patron saint if it was a trivial matter. Come to inform yourself.

He didn’t hesitate too much, strode to the door, turned around and said:

“You go back to the auditorium first, or go directly to the common room. I’ll see you later, Miss Shafik.”

Ulysses smiled, and looked at each other with Tracy, the meaning was very obvious.

The two followed Professor Snape at a distance.

I met a lot of ghosts along the way, they laughed and passed by, obviously having a great time at the banquet. The twelve ghost horses galloped with hoofs, and their noses kept emitting wisps of smoke.

There is still a lively aftertaste in the auditorium, and the portraits return to the frame contentedly and chat in the air.

Coming to the third floor, turning around a corner, the atmosphere stopped abruptly, there was only a dead silence.

The students who were going to go back to rest after attending the party all stood here, divided into several rows in silence, Professor Snape strode over, and the crowd parted on both sides and let him pass.

Something was shining on the front wall. Ulysses approached behind Professor Snape and saw the whole picture.

Between the two windows, on the wall one foot high from the ground, some writing was smeared, shining brightly under the reflection of burning torches.

“The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heirs, be vigilant.”

There was a black shadow under the slogan. It was Mrs. Loris, the caretaker’s cat. The tail was hung on the torch holder. His body was stiff like a wooden board, and his eyes were wide open, staring straight.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in front of Mrs. Loris, looking bewildered. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and others were behind them, and the administrator Filch grabbed Own’s face with his hands in horror, and then pounced on Harry and the others:

“My cat! What happened to Mrs. Loris! You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I want to kill you! I want to—”

His protruding eyes were filled with resentment.

“Argus!”

Dumbledore had to wave his wand to calm him down. He glanced back and saw Professor Snape walking past the crowd, his eyes lit up slightly.

“You are here, Severus.”

“what happened?”

Professor Snape looked indifferent, glanced at Ulysses and Tracey who followed behind him, frowning slightly.

“After the party, we came out and saw Mrs. Loris’ appearance. Potter, Weasley and Granger Miss were also present.”

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said with a pale face.

“No, we didn’t do it!”

Harry and the three of them also saw Ulysses, their panicked faces suddenly burst into light, and said anxiously.

“We didn’t kill Mrs. Lorice! Mr. Lestrange can testify! He just ran into us!”

With a sigh, Ulysiston felt like he was standing in the spotlight. With the hopeful gaze of the three of them, he thought for a while, nodded and said:

“I did meet them a few minutes ago.”

Dumbledore looked at him for a few seconds with clear blue eyes, and said loudly:

“The prefects of the colleges took the students back to the common room. You come with me—Mr. Porter, Mr. Weasley, Granger Miss, and Mr. Lestrange.”

Several prefects greeted the students obediently, and Professor Lockhart stepped forward and said:

“My office is closest to here, the principal—upstairs, you can—”

“Thank you, Guidro.” Dumbledore said.

Professor Lockhart handed Ulysses a questioning look, and Ulysses shook his head without making a sound.

“Since you are here, come here too, Miss Shafik.”

Professor Snape said without looking back.

When he walked into Professor Lockhart’s dim office, Ulysses saw Lockhart hiding in a few photos panicking, with curlers in their hair.

Professor Lockhart lit the candle on the table and stepped back. Dumbledore placed Mrs. Loris on the clean table and began to examine it carefully.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances nervously, and watched closely on the few chairs that could not be found by candlelight.

Dumbledore’s long crooked nose almost touched the hair on Mrs. Loris’s body. He carefully looked at the cat through the half-moon-shaped glasses, poking gently here and there with his slender fingers.

Professor McGonagall bent over, with an expression of anger and regret, squinted and looked at it carefully, and his face almost touched the cat.

Professor Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, unable to see his expression, looking gloomy. But Ulysses could clearly feel the joy emanating from him, and it seemed to him that Harry’s misfortune could be transformed into his happiness.

Ulysses stood aside bored and looked at Tracy.

Tracy, who had just been detoxified, was still very weak, but her expression was saying that she was very interested in Mrs. Loris lying on the table. If it weren’t for fear of arousing the disgust of the professors, she would have touched it a long time ago.

“It must have been killed by a spell-it is probably a metamorphosis torture spell. I remember a similar thing happened in Ouagadougou, a series of attacks, and there are detailed records in my autobiography…”

After being unwilling to be lonely, Professor Lockhart made sure that Ulysses would not expose him, and began his signature nonsense with a thick face.

Dumbledore muttered some strange words in a low voice, and tapped Mrs. Lorice with his wand, but there was no response: Mrs. Lorice was still lying there stiffly, like a specimen that had just been made.

Dumbledore stood up, thought for a moment, glanced across the people in the office, and suddenly said:

“What do you think, Mr. Lestrange?”

Ulysses, who was named unconsciously, was taken aback, and pretended to step forward and knock, and then said regretfully after a long while:

“I don’t know, Professor. It may be dead, but it doesn’t seem to be completely dead again—”

Filch choked up.

“It’s not dead.”

Dumbledore glanced at Ulysses. “It was petrified, but I don’t know what happened…”

“Ask him!” Filch screamed, turning his mottled, tear-stained face to Harry, “He did it! He did it!”

His saliva splashed, and his fat and saggy face turned purple. “You saw the words he wrote on the wall! He found out—he was in my office—he knew I was—a dumb gun!”

Filch’s face twitched horribly.

“It’s impossible for a second-year student to do this. It requires advanced black magic…” Dumbledore said firmly.

But Filch didn’t believe it at all. Professor Snape added fuel to the fire and asked Harry’s whereabouts, trying to get him out of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team.

Professor McGonagall was unhappy, but could not say anything.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

“As long as you are not proven guilty, you are innocent, Severus.”

Dumbledore rubbed his brows and said firmly.