Chapter 29: Mrs. Loris, petrified

"What happened here, what happened?"
Filch was undoubtedly attracted by Malfoy's shouts, and he used his shoulders to squeeze through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Loris, stumbled back a few steps and grabbed her face in horror with her hand.
"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Loris?" he screamed, almost fainting.
"It's you!" Filch suddenly walked over and grabbed Avon, screaming. "You killed my cat and killed it! I want to kill you, I want to...

"Let me go!" Ai Wen knocked out Filch's hand. "I didn't move the cat with a cold hair. No one touched him. It was already like this when we came."
"Lie, you are lying!" Filch screamed. "Someone saw you are murderous, isn't it?!"
"Felch!"
Dumbledore rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers. In a blink of an eye, he walked over to Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and dismissed Mrs. Loris from the torch holder.
"Come with me, Filch," he said to Filch. "And you, Mr. Mason, Mr. Porter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."
Lockhart hurried forward and danced and said, "My office is near here, the principal! It's upstairs, you can go there."
"Thank you, Gidlow!" Dumbledore nodded.
The silent crowd separated to the two sides and let them pass.
They led by Lockhart and then entered his dim office, and Professor McGonagall and Snape followed. There was a commotion on the office wall, and Ai Wen saw that Lockhart in the photo hurriedly hid, and they had hair rollers on their hair.
At this time, the real Lockhart lit the candle on the table and retreated to the back. Dumbledore placed Mrs. Loris on a clean table and began to check it carefully.
He looked very carefully, the tip of the long eagle hook nose almost touched the hair of Mrs. Loris, the slender fingers gently poke here, and there. Professor McGonagall bent over and his face almost touched the cat, squinting and looking at it.
Snape stood behind them, half of his body hidden in the shadows, looking gloomy, his face was very weird, as if he was trying to restrain himself from laughing. Lockhart wandered around them and kept plotting ideas.
Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged their eyes nervously, sitting in a few chairs on the candle. Filch stood behind them, staring at Ai Wen, looking as if he had been the murderer of the cat.
"It must have been a curse that killed it. It is probably a torture torture spell. I have seen people use this spell many times. I really regret that I was not there at the time. I just knew the spell, which could have saved it."

Upon hearing of Lockhart, Filch, standing behind Ai Wen, snorted sadly.
Then, he suddenly sat on a chair at the table, covering his face with his hands, not looking at Mrs. Loris, looks very pitiful.
At this time, Dumbledore whispered something strange and knocked on Mrs. Loris with his wand, but did not respond. Mrs. Loris is still lying there stiffly, like a specimen that has just been made.
"President, this cat is dead!" said Lockhart. "I remember a similar incident in Ouagadougou. A series of attacks, which are detailed in my autobiography. At that time, I gave the people Providing a variety of amulets, solved the problem at once."
"Professor, it is not dead, it is only petrified."
Ai Wen felt that he had to say something, otherwise letting Lockhart continue to stimulate Filch so much that the latter might skip over and find himself desperate.
"Nonsense, you killed him!" Filch screamed.
"Mr. Mason is right, it is not dead, Filch." Dumbledore whispered, "It was petrified, a deep black magic, and it was impossible for first-year students to do this."
"It's him doing it, he did it!" Filch said, his fat, sagging face turned purple. "You saw the words he wrote on the wall, my lady, Loris." He has repeatedly prevented him from entering the girl's bathroom on the third floor. He must be resentful."
"I didn't, I didn't touch the cat at all!"
"So, why did the famous Master of Everything try to enter a girl's bathroom?" Snape glanced over Evan in a gloomy manner. "Is there anything that can be posted on your sloppy newspaper?"
"I, I am looking for a ghost in the castle to provide a source of news for my newspaper. I think it is necessary to talk to the crying Myrtle, she is very familiar with Hogwarts, and many girls like her." Ivan Baba explained that he said these words even he did not believe.
"I doubt it deeply." Snape's lips twitched with a hint of smirk, and his eyes turned to Harry sitting on the side. "The whole thing is full of doubts. Why are you at that time? When I appeared in that place, why did I go to the corridor above, why didn't I attend the Halloween party?"
Snape made a series of questions, so that Ai Wen felt like he was a hundred thousand why.
Fortunately, he did not need him to return to him, Harry, Ron and Hermione scrambling to explain to them to attend the jealousy party.
"There are hundreds of ghosts, they can prove that we are there."
"But after that, why not come to the party?" Snape's dark eyes shone in the candlelight. "Why go to the corridor above?"
"Because Ron had a misunderstanding with the crying myrtle at the jealousy party, we have to go and ask her to apologize."
"Apologize to a ghost, don't eat dinner?" Snape's skinny face flashed a smug smile. "I think the food provided by the ghost at the party is probably not suitable for the living."
"We are not hungry," Ron exclaimed, and his stomach slammed, and Snape's ugly smile became more apparent.
"My opinion is, the principal, they are not completely telling the truth." He said, "We should probably cancel some of their privileges until they are willing to tell us the truth. I personally think that it is best to let Mason stop him. The ridiculous newspaper, let Potter leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and wait until they are honest."
"To be honest, Severus," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "I see no reason for these children to stop their favorite extracurricular activities. The cat is not hit by a newspaper or a broom, and there is no evidence. They did anything wrong."
Dumbledore looked at the four people with a look of inquiry, and the blue eyes stared at them brightly, seemingly seeing everything.
"As long as it is not proven guilty, it is innocent, Severus," he said firmly.
Snape looked very angry, and Filch was the same.
"My cat is petrified, I hope to see someone punished!"
"We can cure it, Filch," said Dumbledore patiently. "Mrs. Sprout recently got some Nelson's grass. Once they grow mature, I have a medicine that can make Lori. Mrs. Silk came back to life."
"I'm going to make it," Lockhart interjected. "I have definitely prepared it a hundred times. I can dream of reconstituting Mandela grass while dreaming."
"Please forgive!" Snape said coldly. "I think I am the potion teacher at this school."
An embarrassing silence, Lockhart twisted his body uneasy.
"You can go." Dumbledore told Avon, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
They tried to speed up their steps and almost ran. When they came upstairs to the Lockhart office, they got into an empty classroom and gently closed the door.
In the darkness, Hermione squinted at Evan, Harry, and Ron.