MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 15 Festival

Before confinement I was sent to labor services in Professor Lockhart's office, with a beautiful blond wig on his desk. Just like his usual hairstyle..."

The three of Gwen stared at Lockhart on the dining table in stunned eyes, and he noticed that his eyes also winked.

"George, I remember you betting that Professor Quirrell was bald?" Gwen asked, unable to close his mouth.

"Fred, is our bet still working?" George grabbed his brother's arm, the latter closed his mouth, "Shut up George, just say one more word. I'll give you some seasoned pumpkin juice."

The Chamber of Secrets was opened

At the Halloween banquet, Katie and Gwen are working together to punish a rampant jack-o-lantern, and the Weasley twins are discussing why it is a good Halloween, and the ghosts of Hogwarts are not from a large plate The gravy came out scary.

"Because today is the 500th anniversary of the nearly headless Nick's death, all the ghosts at Hogwarts went to celebrate. If ghosts could dance and drink..." Gwen poked the said the tired pumpkin.

"Hermione and the others went there too, right? I bet they were the only wizards at that party." Katie seemed to give up the Halloween dinner for the sophomores and went to the basement and hundreds of The celebratory behavior of the year-old ghosts is incomprehensible.

"Did Ginny go too? Didn't she dare to talk to Harry all the time?" Gwen snickered, covering her mouth. She also pretended to be an adult and patted George on the shoulder, "Let me say, Mr. Weasleys, you can't treat your little sister like Ron. She's a shy girl and needs more attention from her brother. Don't be next time. Make fun of her and Harry again."

Fred and George pouted together, expressing disdain for the remarks of such three good brothers.

Before the banquet, the twins invited Gwen to explore the secret passage on the third floor, which is said to lead directly to Filch's office. Although Gwen thinks this self-inflicted activity is crazy, in the festive atmosphere she agrees to follow along for inspiration. It's been two months since school started, and she still has no new ideas for magic props.

Three people walked up the marble stairs from the entrance hall steps to the third floor, and finally turned a corner and came to an empty hallway.

Fred and George were about to cross the corridor when Gwen suddenly felt a chill under her feet, and she stopped immediately, as if frozen. The familiar feeling came again, and there was a numb electric current between the temples. "Don't go there," she thought. So she grabbed a Weasley in one hand, and she even heard the chattering of her own teeth. "Hide away."

The two tall and thin teenagers were confused. Fortunately, the **** secret passage was not far ahead. When Gwen felt that the cold air was about to float above her head, she had already been caught by George. Pull it behind a pair of tapestries.

In the narrow secret passage, several people have raised the dust that has accumulated over the years, exuding a very unpleasant musty smell. Gwen was so close to George's arm that she shivered with goosebumps. Unsure of the reason, George had to hold her back, lest the little witch's trembling voice be heard outside.

"Tell me now, Gwen. It's Filch or Snape this time, you're afraid of doing it." Fred mocked her maliciously.

"Don't...don't talk." Gwen stopped him in a sharp voice.

It took a full ten minutes before Gwen gradually calmed down. Fred and George frowned, and they smelled blood in unison. Several people decided to go out from the secret passage to see what was going on.

Fred gasped suddenly and pointed down the corridor. 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 has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware."

They approached cautiously and saw the stunned sophomore trio not far away. Gwen nearly slipped: there was a big pool of water on the ground.

There is a dark shadow under the banner. 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.

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 shoved into the aisle from both ends.

"Heir enemies, watch out! You're next, Mudblood!" was 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, and said to Hermione with a grin on his face.

Before Gwen drew the Toadstool again, Filch's scream came, and Dumbledore arrived at the scene with many teachers. The poor cat was petrified, but luckily she's still alive.

The three Harry who first appeared in the corridor on the third floor were taken to Lockhart's office, and the twins and Gwen returned to the Gryffindor lounge without a word.

"It must not have been done by them. The teachers shouldn't doubt Harry. Even Snape spoke for him." Gwen broke the silence.

"I certainly don't believe that Harry did it either, and while we all wish Filch's cat wouldn't run around with his nose out, Harry's showing up is a coincidence." Fred Touched his chin.

George had to hit his brother, "Dude, we're more of a coincidence. If it wasn't for Gwen's sudden illness - sorry I mean suddenly witty anticipating something - we'd be the first to see The cat's student."

Fred continued to analyze, "But we only hid for a while, and we didn't hear the sound of the spell. What turned her to petrification? We also wrote on the wall with blood."

Gwen folded his arms and rubbed his arms up and down, "No matter who it is or what, it must be very, very evil magic. It is definitely not something a student can do."

"I think we can hitch a ride," Fred put his legs high on the desk, "I'm sure those feisty little guys will go there out of curiosity. The case was solved..."

“…We just need to follow little brother Ron quietly as we did last semester, and we can get their information through.” George was satisfied with the plan, he turned his head to look at the complexion The pale little witch, "Gwen, you should make some props. Now that the students are scared, we can sell some protective items."

Gwen did not refuse, but said, "We need to study it carefully, and it is best to really protect ourselves."

Gwen felt that if a new invention was made, she would give Harry a set first anyway. The boy who survived seemed unlucky. In Quidditch, he was stunned by Slytherin's new Seeker, Malfoy, and then chased all over the field by a mad Bludger. George and Fred had to keep following Harry to prevent him from being killed by a runaway Bludger.

"We need a timeout," George said, gesturing to Wood while trying to stop the Bludger from breaking Harry's nose.

Wood apparently caught his signal. Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, and Harry, Fred and George landed on the ground, still dodging the mad Bludger. "What's going on?" Wood asked, as the Gryffindor team gathered, and the Slytherins in the crowd laughed. "We got beat. Fred, George, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina from scoring"

"We were twenty feet above her and we stopped another Bludger from killing Harry, Wood," said George angrily. "Someone played with that ball—it wouldn't Forget Harry, he didn't chase anyone the whole game. The Slytherins must have done something to him."

Mrs. Hooch was walking towards them. Harry looked over her shoulder and could see the Slytherins pointing and sneering at him.

"Listen," said Harry, and Mrs. Hooch got closer. "You two are flying around me all the time, and I have no hope of catching the Snitch unless it burrows into my sleeve," said Harry. I'll deal with that wild ball myself."

"Don't be silly," Fred said, "it'll knock your head off."

Wood looked at Harry and the Weasley twins.

"Oliver, this is irrational," Katie said angrily. "You can't let Harry deal with that thing alone. Let's ask for an investigation—" Wood heard the rare temptation of victory He hesitated before.

"If we stop now, we'll be disqualified!" said Harry. "We can't lose to the Slytherins because of a runaway Bludger! Come on, Oliver, Tell them to leave me alone!"

"It's all your fault," George said angrily to Wood, "'catch the Snitch or die in the field.' !"

Mrs. Hooch came among them at this time. "Okay," Wood said in Harry's burning eyes, "Fred, George, you all heard Harry—leave him alone and let him deal with that Bludger."

The Bludger finally hit him, hitting Harry's elbow hard. Gwen felt a throbbing pain seeing it from a distance in the binoculars. Harry didn't stop,