Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 123 Who Is Acting For?

Hermione's eyes were uncertain, and she was cautiously watching, she was not very happy to take too many dangerous adventures. But her friends are all here now, and she can only choose to stand with her friends at any time.

Right here, a deep cheer came from afar, and the banquet was over. As soon as the banquet was over, there were sounds of hundreds of feet stepping on the stairs at both ends of the corridor. It was the students who were going back to the dormitory after the banquet.

After they were full of water and food, they chatted and laughed happily. Following the excitement of the party, the students pushed up the aisle from the downstairs.

When the people who went upstairs saw the terrifying cat hanging upside down, there was all the hustle and bustle, all the laughter and laughter. Suddenly, immediately, it all disappeared.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George stood in the middle of the corridor to protect the scene, and the students were quiet and cautiously huddled up to watch the horrific sight.

In this silence, someone broke the silence with a loud voice.

"Enemies of the heir, watch out! You're next, Mudblood." It was Draco Malfoy.

He squeezed to the front of the crowd, his icy eyes were inexplicable, and his face revealed a malicious sneer. His pale face flushed with excitement, and he looked at the stiff cat pinned there with a murderous grin on his face.

"Watch what you say, unless you want to cause trouble." George was a little displeased with Malfoy's act of spreading panic. Does this idiot have to be so happy?

Only then did Malfoy restrain his cruel grin. He knew that he couldn't provoke George, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to provoke George because of a trivial matter. But seeing the panic of other people always makes him satisfied. This is a powerful force, and this is a terrible deterrent.

"What happened, what happened, why are you around here?"

Filch was drawn over by Malfoy's shout, and he felt unhappy when he saw so many students gathered around. As long as you see students gathered around, there is definitely no good thing. It should be said that as long as you see students, there is no good thing.

He squeezed through the crowd with his shoulders, the feeling of being huddled with students made him sick, and he was full of anger.

Then, like a bucket of ice water pouring him from head to toe, he saw the stiff Lady Norris. He stumbled back a few steps, terrified, and tore his face with his hands in disbelief.

"What happened to my cat, my cat, my Mrs Norris.

he screamed. "What did you do to her?" "

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were splitting, and suddenly his popping eyes caught sight of Harry.

"It's you," he screamed. "It's you, it's you who killed my cat, it's you who killed her, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to..."

"Stop! Filch!" Dumbledore also rushed to the scene. After the Halloween party, he took a little time to arrange the cleaning of the auditorium.

But at this time, he and many other teachers also rushed over. He is the headmaster of the school, and he is in charge of everything in the school.

He walked right past Harry, Ron, Hermione and George and lowered Mrs Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch." He turned his head to Filch.

"And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Soros, Miss Granger."

Lockhart also hurried forward. "Go to my office, right next to this, upstairs, you're welcome."

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore agreed immediately.

The silent students parted to each side and let them pass quietly.

Lockhart was very happy, very excited, his face came alive. The college finally had a big problem, maybe he just happened to be able to solve it at will. In that case, it would be another great bestseller, "I Walk With Hogwarts", which should be a good title.

During this period of time, the communication with other teachers was not smooth. They did not understand my greatness, and even the students did not have the initial enthusiasm for his admiration, which made him do something special.

He thought as he followed closely behind Dumbledore, followed by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

There was a commotion on the walls as they entered Lockhart's gloomy office. The walls of the office are full of pictures of Lockhart himself, all kinds, all kinds of clothes, all kinds of occasions.

But now, Lockhart in these photos also seems to know that something big has happened, and hid in a panic.

At this time, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table, and the dim candlelight brought a touch of light to the office and dispelled the darkness.

Dumbledore, on the clean table, began to examine the stiff Lady Norris.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were a little terrified, and they exchanged glances cautiously.

George was more interested in Dumbledore's actions, and focused on Dumbledore's methods.

The tip of Dumbledore's long hooked nose almost touched the fur on Mrs. Norris's body. He examined it carefully through the half-moon-shaped transparent spectacles. His slender fingers poked here and then poke there. Professor McGonagall bent over, his face almost touched the cat, and squinted his eyes.

Snape stood behind them, a little distance away, half huddled in the shadows, looking dark, with a strange expression on his face, as if trying to restrain himself from laughing. Lockhart wandered around Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, pointing and giving advice.

George had already looked away, no matter who Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were playing, their acting was terrible. When he was in the hallway, he could estimate the cat's suffering from a distance.

And Dumbledore's inspection, purely like a mischievous child, seemed very indecent, and the performance was neither professional nor completely unprofessional.

"I think it was a spell that killed it. It should be a spell of transformation and torture. I have seen people use this spell many times. It's a pity that I was not there at the time. I happened to know the solution to this spell. , I can save it..." Lockhart chattered, he couldn't think of how to rescue the cat, but he would not give up attracting everyone's attention because of this.

Filch let out a dry howl as he collapsed on a chair beside the table, covering his face with his hands, not daring to look at Mrs Norris.

Although Harry hated Filch, he looked at him with a hint of sympathy. But he sympathized more with himself, hoping that Dumbledore wouldn't be stupid enough to believe Filch's nonsense.

Here, Dumbledore whispered some strange words, like a spell, but not like it. Then he tapped Mrs. Norris with his wand, but there was no response.

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