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The gloomy sky outside made the already gloomy castle look even more eerie.
Elwyn and the others quickly ran to Gryffindor's tower, still traumatized by what had just happened.
"Unbelievable! Dobby was sent by Malfoy. He wants to kill us!" Harry's face was pale.
"I don't think so. Why would Malfoy want to kill us?!"
Elwyn shook his head. Seeing Harry's expression, he sighed and continued, "Well, even if he had such thoughts, he wouldn't be so stupid as to send a crazy houseelf to do such a thing. It's too obvious."
"Then why did Dobby …"
"I think he's telling the truth. He must have overheard something related to the opening of the secret room. That's why he came to warn us. He wanted to save you, Harry. "
"Yeah, he didn't let us get on the train. He broke my arm and controlled more than eighty tables and chairs to attack us." Harry sighed. "If he keeps trying to save me, I'll definitely be killed by him."
"Don't blame him. Houseelves are very servile creatures. They can't disobey their master's orders, and they can't reveal their master's secrets. Dobby's doing this has put him under a lot of pressure and harm."
"Servile?!" Hermione snorted. "I can't believe that slavery still exists in our country in this day and age!"
"I don't care about that." Harry said, "I just hope that Dobby can tell me clearly who opened the secret room, or what kind of monster is locked inside. I really don't understand. How did he sneak around the school without anyone noticing?! "
"Maybe he can make himself invisible."
Hermione thought for a moment. "Or it can disguise itself into armor or something else. I've read about color-changing ghosts in books."
"In any case, this matter has something to do with Malfoy," Elwyn said quickly. "Lucius Malfoy is plotting something, but …"
He couldn't continue. The three of them had just turned a corner and turned into another corridor when they saw an incomparably frightening scene.
Elwyn felt his stomach liquefy, and his blood instantly turned cold.
A Ravenclaw girl was lying on the floor. Her body was cold and stiff. A horrified expression was frozen on her face. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling. That was not all. There was another character beside her. Elwyn had never seen such a bizarre scene before.
It was a crying Myrtle. She was no longer milky white and transparent. Instead, she had become black and smoky. She lay motionless, suspended six inches above the ground, and her face had the same horrified expression as the girl on the floor.
"Th-this Ravenclaw girl. We've seen her before. Who is she?"
Breathing hard, Harry looked around the empty corridor in bewilderment, only to see a line of spiders scurrying away as fast as they could. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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"Penelope Clewart. She's the prefect of Ravenclaw," Hermione replied in a sorrowful voice.
"It's another attack. We should find someone to help."
Before they could do anything, a door next to them was slammed open, and the mischievous Mischievous rushed out.
"Ah, it's you three little ones!"
Mischievous Mischievous giggled and skipped past them. "What are you doing? Why are you sneaking around?"
Mischievous Mischievous did a somersault and suddenly stopped moving. He looked down and saw Penelope and the crying Myrtle.
He quickly straightened up, took a deep breath, and before Elwyn and the others could stop him, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Attack! Attack! Attack again! No one, human or ghost, would be spared! Run for your lives! "
The whole castle instantly became lively, and people swarmed in.
In those few difficult minutes, the scene was extremely chaotic. Penelope was in danger of being squashed, and people kept standing in the middle of the crying Myrtle. Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione were pushed against the wall.
At this time, the teachers shouted to maintain order.
Professor Meg ran all the way. She hit the ground with her wand and everyone quieted down. She ordered everyone to return to their academy's common room.
Elwyn heard Justin muttering nonsense about Harry being the successor before he left.
This sentence was obviously heard by Mischievous, who was floating above everyone's heads. He suddenly opened his mouth and revealed an evil smile.
When the teachers bent down to check on Penello and the crying Myrtle, Mischievous suddenly sang, "Oh, Potter, you're such a nuisance. Look at what you've done. You killed a student, and you think it's funny!"
"Stop it, Mischievous!" Professor Meg roared. Mischievous stuck his tongue out at Harry and hurriedly ran away.
Professor Flitwick and a few students carried Penelope to the school hospital. But no one knew what to do with the crying myrtle.
Finally, Professor Meg conjured a big fan out of thin air and handed it to Ron, who had just arrived. He asked him to fan the crying Myrtle up the stairs. Ron did as he was told. Before he left, he looked worriedly at Elwyn and the others for a long time.
"Follow me, Mason, Potter, Granger." Professor Meg led them around a corner and stopped in front of a huge, ugly stone monster.
"Iced lemonade!" She said the command.
As soon as she finished speaking, the monster suddenly came to life and jumped to the side. The wall behind it split in half. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was slowly moving upward, like an escalator.
As soon as Elwyn and the others followed Professor Meg up, they heard a rumble behind them. The wall closed again. They spiraled higher and higher. Finally, Elwyn, who was feeling a little dizzy, saw a shiny oak door in front of them. There was a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's body and a hawk's head.
Elwyn knew where they were being taken. This must be Dumbledore's office.
He looked around secretly and couldn't help but be amazed. Beside him, Harry and Hermione were worried about their impending fate.
Everything was too coincidental. The first attack was discovered by the three of them first, and it was the same this time. Now, even if they told others that they had nothing to do with the secret room, probably no one would believe them.
Dumbledore's office was very interesting. It was a spacious, beautiful circular room, filled with all kinds of funny little noises. On the table with long slender legs, there were many strange silverware. They spun and spat out small puffs of smoke.
The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters. They were all snoring softly in their respective frames. There was also a huge table in the room. The legs of the table were in the shape of a claw. On a shelf behind the table, there was a tattered and wrinkled Sorting Hat.
On a tall gilded branch behind the door, there was a bird with gorgeous red and gold feathers. It seemed to be sick, and it didn't look well.
This should be the phoenix Fawkes. Elwyn looked at it curiously.
Before he could take a closer look, Dumbledore walked out from the side door inside the office.
"Albus, Miss Krivater and Weeping Myrtle …" Professor Meg said anxiously.
"I know, Mileva!" Dumbledore replied calmly. "The secret room has indeed been opened again."
"But Albus, you must know who it is?"
"The question is not who," Dumbledore continued. "The question is, how …"
Elwyn was shocked. Dumbledore must have noticed something.
Then, he saw the expression on Professor Meg's face. He knew that Professor Meg, like Harry and Hermione, did not understand Dumbledore's words.
After that, the expected questioning did not happen. Dumbledore did not ask anything. After talking with them about the phoenix Fawkes for a while, he let them leave.
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