"Filch! Stop it!"
When Filch was about to fight Cormac, Dumbledore hurried over, followed by several professors. With a slight wave of her wand, Mrs. Norris was freed from the torch holder.
"The Prefect takes the others to the dining hall, Argus, the professors with me and of course you, Mr McLaggen."
"I think you should tell us what you saw."
Dumbledore said, turning to Carlo: "Mr. Richmond, I'm sorry, I want to"
Carlo has graduated and is not considered a student of Hogwarts now. Naturally, he should avoid this kind of thing.
"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore." Carlo shrugged, expressing understanding.
"I think the disciplinary team should go as well."
Dumbledore glanced at Dudley and didn't refuse, just nodded slightly at him.
Style and discipline are originally the responsibility of the discipline team.
"Then Mr. Dursley will follow."
As for Harry and the others, Dumbledore didn't call them.
"My office is closest to here, it's upstairs. I think you can do it."
"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore said calmly.
After saying that, he stopped talking. It was obvious that he recalled some bad memories.
Lockhart's classroom is filled with portraits of himself, in various shapes and costumes.
Dudley swore he had never seen such a narcissistic guy.
Doesn't he feel weird looking at his own portrait every day?
Dumbledore placed Mrs. Norris on Lockhart's smooth table and began to examine her carefully. Cormac huddled in the corner tremblingly, trying not to attract anyone's attention. Filch stood aside, secretly wiping tears with his sleeves. The other professors had different expressions on their faces, but only Lockhart looked very excited.
I don’t know if he was excited because he just won the runner-up title, or if he was excited to see Mrs. Norris die.
"It must have been killed by a spell. It was most likely a transformation torture spell. I saw others using this spell many times. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I happened to know the undoing method and could have saved it. ."
This guy was watching the excitement and fanning the flames here without taking it too seriously. The result was that he made Filch cry even more sadly.
"No, Mrs. Norris, no! I can't lose you!"
Big tears fell down his cheeks. His relationship with Mrs. Norris was really deep.
Dudley stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Norris is dead!"
Filch actually didn't like Dudley because he felt that Mrs. Norris was closer to him, so he was somewhat hostile towards Dudley.
However, at this time he thought that only Dudley could understand him.
"Mrs. Norris is not dead, Mr. Filch."
Dudley said.
Filch suddenly looked up at Dudley, as if trying to discern whether the other man was comforting him.
"Hey, Dudley. Why do you think it's not dead? You also saw so much blood and stiff muscles all over its body. It's obviously dead and someone else cast a freezing spell on it."
Hearing Dudley say that Lady Norris was not dead, Lockhart looked very unhappy and tried to refute Dudley: "Believe me, I have seen more corpses than you have."
"Those are chicken blood." Dudley didn't bother to talk to him.
"I agree with Dudley."
Dumbledore also spoke, and with his support, Lockhart completely shut up: "It must have been petrified. But what happened, I don't know yet."
After receiving Dumbledore's assurance, Filch finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to Cormac with a fierce look on his face.
"He must know!"
"No, I don't know, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything!"
cried Cormac, looking greatly frightened.
Psychological quality is really bad
"Argus, calm down, this is not something a third-year wizard can do."
Dumbledore tried to comfort Filch.
"My cat is petrified!" Filch screamed, his eyes bulging outwards, as if he was going to fight someone else at the next moment: "I want to see someone get some punishment!"
At this time, Dudley took out a bottle of potion and dropped a drop on the stiff Mrs. Norris. A faint black gas floated out, along with an almost nonexistent stench.
"What did you find?" Snape saw Dudley's movements and came closer to ask.
He was very satisfied with his disciple. He had inherited Lily's talent for potions and was as talented as she was back then. No matter what kind of potion, he could get started quickly, as if he had seen Lily reappear.
In just the past year, there has been a faint trend of becoming a school of its own.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still too young, Snape would have wanted to impart all his knowledge and the bottom of the box to him.
Lily's successor should be this good.
"It's not an ordinary petrification spell, nor is it caused by black magic."
"It's not a petrification curse or a black magic?" Snape heard this and immediately thought of a possibility: "You mean"
"Yes, Professor Snape, that should be it."
Dudley nodded slightly and admitted Snape's guess: "It was affected by the petrification ability of some magical creature."
"It's very possible." Dumbledore nodded when he heard this, and Dudley's words made him frown slightly.
If it was some kind of magical creature with the ability to petrify, it would make sense.
"Please save her! Mr. Dursley, you should be able. You like her so much. Please." Filch said to Dudley with sobs in his throat.
As the castle administrator, Filch's first beg was Dudley, a student.
After all, that was Dudley. Although he was only a second-year wizard, he had already proven his ability.
"We'll cure it, Filch." Dumbledore said patiently: "Mrs. Sprout recently got some mandrakes. Once they grow up, I have a potion that will cure Lori. Lady Silk came back to life"
"Professor Dumbledore." Dudley interrupted him rarely: "Actually, I have a mature mandrake here."
As he spoke, Dudley took off another red and white ball from his waist that was different from Pixie's.
With a flash of light, a human-shaped mandrake like a baby yawned and looked around with a confused expression.
After a while, as if he finally reacted, he screamed and hid behind Dudley's pants, grabbed Dudley's thigh, and timidly stretched out his head to look at the others.
Oh, my Merlin, what did they see?
A mandrake that grows into a human form?
A lively mandrake?
A mandrake that doesn't bark when it's out of the soil?
What kind of thing is this?
(End of chapter)
