Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 122 The Victim of the Chamber of Secrets

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Nearly headless Nick tries in vain to regain the audience's attention, but Patrick's head flies around in a roar of cheers, his efforts are pointless, and he loses right away.

"I can't take it anymore," muttered Ron, who wasn't just sick of the crappy, twisted party. His stomach couldn't take it anymore and was rumbling.

"There's nothing left to see. If you don't want to stay any longer, then let's go." George felt that today's harvest was enough. As for how to drive the ghost, this will be a long-term topic for HTC.

"Let's go, I'm hungry too." Harry also felt that it was time to leave. For Nick, who was almost headless, he had already helped all he could, and it was time to leave here.

The band squeaked and began to play the ripping sound again, and all the ghosts, big and small, came back to the dance floor.

They walked towards the door, passing ghost after ghost, and finally, back in the hallway with tiny candles.

"It may not be all eaten." Ron still had some fantasies. Now that the dinner may not be over, he ran at the front and walked towards the steps leading to the hall.

Suddenly, just then, Harry heard it again.

"Tear you...kill you...tear...kill..."

He heard the voice again, the cold, fierce, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart's office.

He stumbled to a stop, leaned against the stone wall, cautiously, and focused on the sound. Looking around, recalling the source of the sound, looking around in the dimly lit aisle, looking for it.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Hermione walked behind Harry, she noticed Harry's abnormal condition at the first time, she came to Harry's side and asked carefully.

"It's that voice, he appeared again, don't talk for now." Harry thought hard and searched for the source of the voice.

"...hungry, so hungry...so hungry...for too long..." Harry heard it again, it was the voice.

"Listen!" Harry asked eagerly.

The sound became more and more pronounced.

But apart from him, no one heard any sound, and everyone watched him closely.

"...time to...kill." The voice was fading, it was moving.

Harry was sure it was moving, moving upwards, staring at the ceiling, which was pitch black. A feeling of excitement and terror arose in him, how did it move, how did it pass through the stone ceiling? Is it a ghost?

"This way," he shouted, leading the way as he ran up the stairs and into the hall. There was still the hustle and bustle of the Great Hall's Halloween dinner, and Harry couldn't hear anything else, and Harry continued to rush up the marble stairs to the second floor. Everyone followed closely behind him.

Ron muttered as he ran, "The dinner isn't over, but we're in trouble again."

He couldn't help asking Harry, "Harry, what the hell are we doing..."

"Shh!" Harry motioned not to speak, his ears pricked up when the voice, far away, was coming from upstairs.

The voice was getting weaker and weaker, "...I smell blood...I smell blood..."

Harry only felt his stomach cramping, and he shouted in horror, "It's going to kill."

Without thinking about anything else, Harry quickened his pace again, and rushed up the stairs in three steps, continuing to listen attentively while looking around for the movement.

Harry sprinted around the third floor, and the others were on their guard, looking for the unknown anomaly.

Until you turn the last corner and come to the last empty aisle.

Business as usual.

"Harry, what the hell are we looking for?" Ron said, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. "I didn't hear anything."

Hermione gasped suddenly and pointed to the edge of the corridor.

"That!"

On the wall in front, something gleamed.

George walked in front, he took out his wand, no matter what, he threw a few armors for everyone before saying, "Everything can be solved with a spell, if one doesn't work, then two ."

With protection, everyone felt a little more at ease. Between the two windows of the hallway, on the wall of the hallway a foot from the ground, some writing was scribbled, and the special paint shimmered in the light of the torches.

The secret room was opened again.

Here's the enemy, watch out.

"There's something there, hanging there." Ron found something, his voice trembling, pointing ahead.

"It's Mrs. Norris of Filch. It's hung under the slogan." When George put on his armor to protect himself, he blessed himself with the eagle eye technique.

It's a pity that once it's night, this magical investigation spell has become sparse and common, and the impact of darkness on sight is too great.

Everyone approached slowly, Harry almost slipped, there was a big pool of water on the ground, and George lifted him up. Everyone took out their wands and walked carefully into the sign.

Harry and the others only saw Mrs. Norris's appearance clearly at this time, and they all jumped back in fright, splashing water and hitting the barrier of the armor.

Mrs. Norris was more terrifying than ever, and it was now as hard as a plank. The tail was nailed to the bracket of the torch, and the light bulb-like eyes lacked any expression, as if they were dead.

"Why don't we get out of here first." Ron said a little uneasy, the strange scene at this time made him not want to stay for a second.

"Should we rescue it?" Harry said uncertainly, Filch was not a good person, and Mrs. Norris was not a good cat, should he care?

"Listen to me, it's not a good thing for us to be discovered here." Ron didn't want to get involved in such a thing. More importantly, they were the only ones here at this time, and it would be difficult to explain if they were discovered.

"Let's protect the scene." George pondered for a while and made a decision. "Although it was only a cat that had an accident, it seemed that the method was a bit special. The slogan that the secret room was opened also meant that the matter was just the beginning. The more information we knew, the more prepared we could be."

"Also, remember our old rivals from the Philosopher's Stone last year?" George lowered his voice, reminding everyone that last year's events were not so easy to end.

"Hi!" Ron felt even more panicked when he mentioned that old rival.

"I won't let him succeed." Harry has been working hard to keep his promise. I have been working hard all the time to show my awareness.

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