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"What's going on here, what's going on?"
Filch, no doubt attracted by Malfoy's shouts, shouldered his way through the crowd. Then, seeing Madame Dolores, he stumbled back a few paces, clutching his face with his hands in terror.
"My cat! My cat! What happened to Madam Dolores? "he screamed, almost fainting.
"It's you!" Filch suddenly walked over and grabbed Elwyn, screaming, "You killed my cat, killed it! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to — "
"Let me go!" Elwyn slapped Filch's hand away. "I didn't touch a hair on the cat, no one touched it, it was already like this when we arrived."
"Liar, you're lying!" Filch screamed. "Someone saw you do it, didn't they?!"
"Filch!"
Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers. In the blink of an eye, he was beside Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and untied Madam Dolores from the torch holder.
"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch. "And you, Mr. Mason, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger."
Lockhart hurried forward, gesticulating wildly as he said, "My office is the nearest, Headmaster! It's upstairs, you can go there. "
"Thank you, Gidero!" Dumbledore nodded.
The silent crowd parted to let them pass.
Lockhart led them into his dark office. Professor Meg and Snape followed. There was a commotion on the wall of the office. Elwyn saw the Lockharts in the photo hiding in a panic. They still had curlers in their hair.
At that moment, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table and retreated to the back. Dumbledore placed Madam Dolores on the clean table and began to examine her carefully.
He looked very carefully. The tip of his long aquiline nose almost touched Madam Dolores's fur. His slender fingers poked here and there lightly. Professor Meg bent down and his face almost touched the cat. He squinted and looked at it carefully.
Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looking gloomy. The expression on his face was very strange, as if he was desperately trying not to laugh. Lockhart hovered about them, offering advice.
Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione nervously exchanged glances and cautiously sat on a few chairs that were not illuminated by the candlelight. Filch stood behind them and stared at Elwyn, as if he was certain that he was the murderer of the cat.
"It must have been a curse that killed it, most likely the Shapeshifting Torture Curse. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
I've seen people use this curse many times. It's a pity that I wasn't there. I happen to know the method to dispel the curse. I could have saved it. "
Hearing Lockhart's words, Filch, who was standing behind Elwyn, started to twitch in grief.
Then, he suddenly collapsed on a chair beside the table and covered his face with his hands, not daring to look at Madam Dolores. He looked very pitiful.
At that moment, Dumbledore muttered some strange words and used his wand to knock Madam Dolores, but there was no response. Madam Dolores was still lying there stiffly, like a freshly prepared specimen.
"Principal, this cat is already dead!" Lockhart said. "I remember something similar happened in Ouagadougou, a series of attacks. It's recorded in detail in my autobiography. At that time, I provided all sorts of amulets to the people and solved the problem in an instant. "
"Professor, it's not dead, it's just petrified."
Elwyn felt that he had to say something. Otherwise, if he allowed Lockhart to continue provoking Filch, the latter might very well jump over and fight him to the death.
"Nonsense, you're the one who killed it!" Filch screamed.
"Mr. Mason is right, it's not dead, Filch." Dumbledore said softly. "It's been petrified. It's a high-level black magic. A first-year student can't possibly do this."
"He did it, he did it!" Filch spat, his fat, droopy face turning purple. "You saw what he wrote on the wall. My Madam Dolores stopped him from entering the female washroom on the third floor many times. He must be holding a grudge."
"I didn't, I didn't even touch that cat!"
"Then, why would the famous Mr. Know-It-All try to enter a female washroom?" Snape's gloomy gaze swept across Elwyn. "Is there something there that can be published in your made-up newspaper?"
"I-I'm looking for the spirits in the castle to provide news sources for my newspaper. I think there's a need to talk to Weeping Myrtle. She's very familiar with the Hogwarts. Many girls like her," Elwyn stuttered as he explained. Even he himself did not believe what he was saying.
"I highly doubt that." Snape's lips twisted into a mocking smile. He turned his gaze to Harry, who was sitting at the side. "The whole thing is filled with a series of suspicious points. Why did you appear in that place at that time? Why did you go to the corridor above? Why didn't you attend the Halloween party?"
Snape's series of questions made Elwyn feel like he was a book full of questions.
Fortunately, he did not need to answer him. Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to explain that they went to the party.
"Hundreds of spirits came. They can prove that we were there."
"But after that, why didn't you come to the party?" Snape's dark eyes shone in the candlelight. "Why did you go to the corridor above?"
"Because Ron had a misunderstanding with Weeping Myrtle at the party. We wanted to apologize to her."
"Apologize to a ghost and skip dinner?" A smug smile flashed across Snape's skinny face. "I think the food provided by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for the living."
"We're not hungry." Ron said loudly. At the same time, his stomach growled. Snape's ugly smile became more obvious.
"My opinion is, Headmaster, they're not telling the whole truth," he said. "Maybe we should take away some of their privileges until they're willing to tell us the whole story. Personally, I think it's best to let Mason stop his ridiculous newspaper and let Potter leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team until they're honest. "
"Honestly, Severus," Professor Meg said sharply, "I see no reason to stop these children from their favorite extracurricular activities. This cat was not hit on the head by a newspaper or a broom, and there's no evidence that they've done anything wrong."
Dumbledore looked at the four of them inquiringly. His blue eyes stared at them as if he could see through everything.
"As long as they're not proven guilty, they're innocent, Severus," he said firmly.
Snape looked very annoyed, and so did Filch.
"My cat has been petrified. I want to see someone get some punishment!"
"We can cure it, Filch," Dumbledore said patiently. Dumbledore said patiently, "Mrs. Sprout has recently acquired some mandrake, and when they are ripe, I will have a medicine that will bring Lady Dolores back to life."
"I'll make it," Lockhart interrupted. "I must have made it a hundred times. I can make a mandrake resurrection potion in my dreams."
"Forgive me!" Snape said coldly. "I think I'm the teacher of potions in this school."
There was an awkward silence. Lockhart twisted his body uneasily.
"You can go now," Dumbledore said to Elwyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
They walked as fast as they could, almost breaking into a run. When they reached the floor above Lockhart's office, they ducked into an empty classroom and quietly closed the door.
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