Vol 2 Chapter 123: Colin attacked

　　 "What's the matter, Principal Abs!" That was Madam Pomfrey's voice.
　　 Harry glanced secretly, Dumbledore brought in Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and two entourages and brought in a unit price.
　　 The person on the stretcher is small and thin, holding a Muggle camera in his hand.
　　 "Colin?" Harry hurriedly covered his mouth and closed his eyes. At this time, Colin was lying straight on the bed.
　　 "Another attack," Dumbledore said. "Filch found him on the stairs. He had been petrified by then, just like Mrs. Loris."
　　 "Here is a bunch of grapes," Professor McGonagall said, taking a bunch of grapes from Colin's hands. "We think he is trying to sneak in to visit Harry."
　　 The three of them stared at Colin. Then Dumbledore inclined to Colin to pull the camera out of his grip.
　　 "You don't think he wants to take a picture of the attacker?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.
　　 Dumbledore did not answer. He pried open the back of the camera.
　　 A gas hissed from the camera. Harry smelled the sour smell of burnt plastic three beds away.
　　 "What does this show?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore worriedly.
　　 "This shows... Hogwarts is no longer safe!" Dumbledore's voice was a bit heavy.
　　 "That secret room really exists?" Madam Pomfrey said tremblingly.
　　 "Yes... don't forget that it was opened once fifty years ago and was..."
　　 Harry wanted to hear clearly, but Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, which made him very upset.
　　 "What should we do, Abth, after all, we have never found this legendary secret room." Professor McGonagall's voice was a little trembling. It could be seen that Professor McGonagall was very worried about this!
　　 "To tell the truth, Minerva!" Dumbledore sighed, "Tell them, our Hogwarts are no longer safe!"
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"What else did Dumbledore say?" Fanlin hurriedly asked, they were brewing potions in one place. Guidro's efficiency was still very high. Early the next morning, the magic herbs they needed were delivered. .
"No, their voices in the back are very low, I didn't hear clearly, and Wood started humming again last night. After all, even if Wood gave up all resistance, my coma spell would not last too long!" Harry spread his hands. Said that he only knew so much.
　　 The next morning, Dumbledore announced the news, requesting that everyone is not allowed to act alone in the castle at any time.
　　 "By the way, I have another question!" Ron leaned against a door, "Do we have to hide here in the daytime to make potions? This is the ladies' toilet!"
"We must speed up the progress. Didn't you hear Dumbledore saying that Colin was attacked?" Hermione rolled her eyes, and in front of her there was a cauldron contributed by Fanlin with white smoke on it. Hermione from time to time Put all kinds of medicinal materials bought back into it.
　　 "Also, don't worry about whether you can be discovered or not. You know, this is an abandoned women's toilet. With her in, no one will come here!"
　　 "Who?" The three boys asked questioningly, there is no one else here, except for the four of them.
　　 "It's me!" A slightly familiar voice came from behind Ron.
　　 Ron was taken aback, and turned around quickly, the crying Myrtle was floating behind Ron.
　　 "Hello. Myrtle, I'm so glad to see you here!" Fanlin grinned twice, then looked at Hermione in surprise. You know, there was a bit of discomfort between Hermione and Myrtle. He didn't know how Hermione persuaded Myrtle, and then took the three boys to make potions in the women's bathroom!
　　 "It's nice to see you here, especially you, Harry!" Myrtle leaned against Harry a little shyly, which made Harry's whole body a little stiff.
　　 "I was wandering in the sewer, but when I heard you calling me, I came out!"
　　 "I'm sorry to disturb you, Myrtle!" Harry laughed dryly, half of his body was numb now, and Myrtle was so cold.
　　 "No, no!" Myrtle was very intoxicated and rubbed, "I am glad you can come with me. In fact, I welcome you to share a toilet with me...after death!"
　　 "Uh..." No one was talking, and for a while, they were all a little embarrassed.
　　 "Thank you, Myrtle!" Fanlin said with a slight embarrassment. Myrtle's words really made them dare not compliment.
　　 "Haha..." Myrtle smiled, hovering in the sky above the women's toilet, and then plunged into a toilet not far away. The water splashed on the wall was everywhere.
"Actually, I think we made a pretty wrong decision here." Ron looked carefully at the toilet where Myrtle disappeared. He thought it was terrible~EbookFREE.me~Uh..." Hermione agreed. Nodded, "I also think, but we have no other place to deploy this potion. You know, Mr. Filch is patrolling all over Hogwarts frantically these days. He just needs to catch the order Students will take him to his office. He feels that everyone is a murderer, not just Harry! "
　　 "My God..." Ron grabbed his hair frantically, "Please, Hermione, we need to quicken our pace. We need proof to prove Malfoy so that this thing can be ended!"
"I know, Ron..." Hermione said impatiently, "but this potion is too difficult. I'm already very fast. You know, apart from making some simple potion ingredients, Besides, I have never been exposed to advanced potion training!"
　　 "Okay, stop arguing." Fanlin quickly stopped the bickering between the two, "Ron, I think you should let Hermione deploy the potion quietly, instead of fighting with Hermione!"
　　 "Okay." Ron sat on a pool in surprise, not talking, but he still looked a little depressed.
　　 "Harry, I ask you, can you be sure that the door of this secret room was really opened fifty years ago?"
　　 "Yes, that's what Dumbledore said, and Dobby!" Harry nodded affirmatively.
　　 "Well, in that case, I think we should ask the house elves in this school!"
　　 "The house elf in the school?" Harry and Hermione said in unison.
　　 "Of course, you don't think that the food we eat is made out of thin air by magic."
　　 Fanlin said silently, "They are in the kitchen, underground, under Hefpaff's public area!"