Mrs Lorrie Incident

The temperature in the room turned icy cold as the night wore on. "I can't take it anymore," Ron muttered, his teeth chattering. At this time, the band began to play again, and the big ghosts and the little ghosts returned to the dance floor.

"Let's go." Augustus agreed.

They moved towards the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them. A minute later, they were hurried down the aisle lit by black candles.

"The pudding probably isn't over yet," said Ron hopefully, leading the way down the steps leading to the hall.

Walking down the narrow passage, Harry suddenly stopped. He staggered to a stop, grabbed the stone wall, and listened intently, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit aisles.

"Harry, how did you—?"

"The voice came again--don't talk yet--"

"Voice?" Augustus glanced around, and after making sure there was nothing, he looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Listen!" Harry said urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him. Seeing that Harry was so sure, Augustus took out his silver wand and blessed himself with an auditory amplification, holding his breath, a group of meaningless hissing sounds entered his ears.

"There is indeed a sound, the source seems to be the ceiling, is it a ghost? But the sound is just a meaningless roar." Augustus nodded, looking at Harry who was still looking around.

"It's the voice of a man, I'm pretty sure he meant...kill...it's time..."

Harry quickly explained that Augustus continued to listen in confusion, but the voice in his ears was still a meaningless scream.

The voice is getting weaker. Harry was sure it was moving - moving up. "This way," he called, and ran away, up the stairs, into the hall. The Halloween laughter and laughter of the Halloween banquet echoed here, and it was unlikely to hear anything else. Harry raced up the marble stairs at full speed to the second floor, with Augustus, Ron, and Hermione closely behind.

"If we hear the same voice, although I don't know why the content is different, the source of his should need to go a step further, come with me." Augustus is confirming and Harry After hearing the same voice, motioned the three to come up with him.

Several people ascended the stairs in three steps, Augustus continued to listen to the sound of his heavy footsteps.

The four of them sprinted around the third floor, Ron and Hermione followed behind, panting, non-stop, and finally turned a corner and came to the last empty hallway.

"Mr. Augustus, Harry, what the hell is going on?" said Ron, wiping the sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything..."

Hermione gasped suddenly and pointed down the corridor.

"Look!"

Something was shining on the wall in front of them. They approached slowly, squinting to make out in the dark. Between the two windows, on the wall one foot above the ground, some handwriting was smeared, and the emblem glowed under the reflection of the burning torches.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

"What's that -- hanging down there?" Ron said, his voice shaky.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped: there was a big pool of water on the ground. Ron and Hermione grabbed him and moved closer to the sign, their eyes fixed on the dark shadow below. The three of them saw what it was at the same time, jumped back in fright, and splashed a splash of water.

It was Mrs. Norris, the janitor's cat, with her tail hanging from the torch's bracket, her body as stiff as a plank, and her eyes wide and staring. The three stood motionless for a few seconds, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here." "Should we try to save—" Harry said in a sloppy voice.

"It depends on the situation, it should be petrified. If it is only like this, there should be a chance to save it." Augustus looked at the petrified cat with a complicated expression on his face.

. "Listen to me," said Ron. "We don't want to be discovered here."

But it was too late. A low noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the banquet had just ended. From both ends of the corridor where they were located, there were the sounds of hundreds of feet ascending the stairs, as well as the happy high-pitched chatter and laughter of people after they had had enough to eat. Then the students were shoved into the aisle from both ends.

When the person in front saw the cat hanging upside down, the lively, chattering sound suddenly disappeared. Augustus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students fell silent for a while, crowding in to watch the horrific scene.

In the silence, someone spoke loudly.

"Enemies of the heir, watch out! You're next, Mudblood!" It was Draco Malfoy. He had already squeezed in front of the crowd, his icy eyes came alive, and his normally bloodless face flushed red. He looked at the still and stiff cat hanging there with a grin on his face.

What's going on here? What's going on here?" Filch, no doubt drawn to Malfoy's shout, squeezed his shoulders through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris, who stumbled back a few steps. , grabbing his face with his hands in horror. "My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" he screamed. Then his bulging eyes caught sight of Harry. "You!" he shouted, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Felch, be careful, it's not a trivial matter to correct a student without evidence," Augustus said lightly.

"He must have killed my cat, he knows I am, I am!" Filch suddenly sobbed, and the students on the sidelines showed unbearable expressions, looking at Harry as if they were watching a heinous demon king.

Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers. In the blink of an eye, he walked past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, unfastening Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch. "And you, Mr. Augustus, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Lockhart stepped forward eagerly. "My office is closest to here, Headmaster, it's upstairs."

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to allow them to pass. Lockhart was very excited, and with an air of air, he hurried after Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape followed.

Before leaving, Augustus glanced at the wall where Mrs. Lori was injured, and the pool of water on the ground that had not been cleaned up, showing a thoughtful look. All clues are covered and reorganized, and a crucial and fatal line is looming, hidden in layers of auspicious clouds.