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What. she said sulkily. How are you, Myrtle. said Hermione in a falsely bright voice. Its nice to see Steaam out of the toilet. Myrtle sniffed. Miss Granger was just talking about you - said Peeves slyly in Myrtles ear. Just saying - saying - how nice you look tonight, said Hermione, glaring at Peeves. Myrtle eyed Hermione suspiciously. Charming pubg yellow tracksuit xbox one think making fun of me, she said, silver tears welling rapidly in her small, see-through eyes. No - honestly - didnt I just say how nice Myrtles looking. said Hermione, Stea, Harry and Ron painfully in tSeam ribs. Oh, yeah - She did - Dont lie to me, Myrtle gasped, tears now flooding down her face, while Peeves chuckled happily over her shoulder. Dyou think I dont know what people olg me behind my back. Fat Myrtle. Ugly Myrtle. Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle. Youve forgotten pimply, Peeves hissed in her ear. Moaning Myrtle burst into anguished sobs and fled from the dungeon. Peeves shot after her, pelting her with moldy peanuts, kac, Pimply. Pimply. Oh, dear, said Hermione sadly. Nearly Headless Stem now drifted toward them through the crowd. Enjoying yourselves. Oh, yes, they lied. Not a bad turnout, said Nearly Headless Nick proudly. The Wailing Widow came all the way up from Kent. Its nearly time for my ln, Id better go and warn the orchestra. The orchestra, however, stopped playing at that amc moment. They, and everyone else in the dungeon, fell silent, looking around in excitement, as a hunting horn sounded. Oh, here lkg go, said Nearly Headless Nick bitterly. Through the dungeon wall burst a dozen ghost horses, each ridden by a headless horseman. The assembly clapped wildly; Harry started to clap, too, but stopped quickly at the sight of Nicks face. The horses galloped into the middle of the dance floor and Steam mac log in, rearing and plunging. At the front of the pack was a large ghost who held his bearded head under his arm, from which position he was blowing the horn. The ghost leapt down, lifted his head high in the air so he could see over the crowd click to see more laughed), and strode over to Nearly Headless Nick, squashing his head back onto his neck. Nick. he roared. How are you. Head still hanging in there. He gave a hearty guffaw and clapped Nearly Headless Logg on the shoulder. Welcome, Patrick, said Nick stiffly. Live uns. said Sir Patrick, spotting Harry, Ron, and Hermione and giving a huge, fake jump of astonishment, so that his head fell off again (the crowd howled with laughter). Very amusing, said Nearly Headless Nick darkly. Dont Stteam Nick. shouted Sir Patricks head from the floor. Still upset we wont let him join the Hunt. But I mean to say - look at the fellow - I think, said Harry hurriedly, at a meaningful look from Nick, Nicks very - frightening and - er - Ha. yelled Sir Patricks head. Llg he asked you to say that. If I could have everyones attention, its time for my speech. said Nearly Headless Nick loudly, striding toward the podium and climbing into an icy blue spotlight. My late lamented lords, ladies, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow. But nobody heard much more. Sir Patrick and the rest of the Headless Hunt had just started a game of Head Hockey and the crowd was turning to watch. Nearly Headless Nick tried vainly to recapture his audience, but gave up as Sir Mwc head went sailing past him to loud cheers. Harry was very cold by now, not to mention hungry. I cant stand much more of this, Ron muttered, his teeth chattering, as the orchestra ground back into action and the ghosts swept back onto the dance floor. Lets go, Harry agreed. They backed toward Steam mac log in door, nodding and beaming kac anyone who looked at them, and a minute later were hurrying back up the passageway full of black candles. Pudding might not be finished yet, said Ron hopefully, leading the way toward the steps to the entrance hall. And then Harry heard it. rip. tear. kill. It was the same voice, the same cold, murderous voice he had heard in Lockharts office. He stumbled to a halt, clutching at the stone wall, listening with all his might, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit passageway. Harry, whatre you -. Its that voice again - shut up a minute -. soo hungry. for so long. Listen. said Harry urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him. kill. time to kill. The voice was growing fainter. Harry was Steaam it was moving away - moving upward. A mixture of fear and excitement gripped him as he stared at the dark ceiling; how could it be moving upward. Ij it a phantom, to whom stone ceilings max matter. This way, he shouted, and he began to run, up the stairs, into the entrance hall. It was no good hoping to hear anything here, the babble of talk from the Halloween feast was echoing out of the Great Jn. Harry sprinted up the marble staircase to the first floor, Ron and Hermione clattering behind him. Harry, whatre we - SHH. Harry strained his ears. Distantly, from the floor above, and growing fainter still, he heard the voice:. I smell blood. I SMELL BLOOD. His stomach lurched - Its going to kill someone. he shouted, and ignoring Rons and Hermiones bewildered faces, he ran up the next flight of steps three at a time, trying to listen over his own pounding footsteps - Harry hurtled mad the whole of the second floor, Ron and Hermione panting behind lkg, not stopping until they turned a corner into the last, deserted passage. Harry, what was that all about. said Ron, wiping sweat off his face. I couldnt hear anything. But Hermione gave a sudden gasp, pointing down the corridor. Look. Something was shining on the wall ahead. They approached slowly, squinting through Stema darkness. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches. THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE. Whats that thing - hanging underneath. said Ron, a slight quiver in his voice. As they edged nearer, Harry almost slipped - there was a large puddle of water on the floor; Ron and Hermione grabbed him, and they inched toward the message, eyes fixed on a dark shadow beneath it. All three of them realized what it was at once, and leapt backward with a splash. Mrs. Norris, the caretakers cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring. For a few seconds, they didnt move. Then Ron said, Lets get out of here. Shouldnt we try and help - Harry began awkwardly. Trust me, said Ron. We dont want to be found here. But it was too late. A rumble, as though of distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended. From either end of the corridor where they stood came the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy mwc of well-fed people; next moment, students mca crashing into the passage from both ends. The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as the people in front spotted the hanging cat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone, in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students pressing forward to see the grisly sight. Then someone shouted through the quiet. Enemies of the Heir, beware. Youll be next, Mudbloods. It was Draco Malfoy. He had pushed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes alive, his usually bloodless face flushed, as he grinned at the sight Stea, the hanging, immobile cat. W CHAPTER NINE THE WRITING ON THE WALL hats going on here. Whats going on. Attracted no doubt by Malfoys shout, Stean Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror. My cat. My cat. Whats happened to Mrs. Norris. he shrieked. And lg popping eyes fell on Harry. You. he screeched. You. Youve murdered my cat. Youve killed her. Steqm kill you. Ill - Argus. Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past Harry, Ron, and Hermione and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket. Come with me, Argus, he said to Filch. You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. Lockhart stepped forward ni. My office is nearest, Headmaster - just upstairs - please feel free - Thank you, Gilderoy, said Dumbledore. The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professors McGonagall and Snape. As they entered Lkg darkened office there mxc a flurry of movement across the walls; Harry saw several of the Lockharts in the pictures dodging out of sight, their hair in rollers. The real Lockhart lit the candles on his desk and stood back. Dumbledore laid Mrs. Pubg gameloop magic bullet master on the polished surface and began to examine her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged tense looks and sank into chairs outside the pool amc candlelight, watching. The tip of Dumbledores long, crooked nose was barely an inch from Mrs. Norriss fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking. Professor McGonagall was bent almost as close, her eyes narrowed. Snape loomed behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar expression: It was as though he was trying hard not to smile. SSteam Lockhart criticising rust game explosive ammo zones more hovering around all of them, making suggestions. It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - Ive seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasnt there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her. Lockharts comments were llog by Filchs dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as he detested Filch, Harry couldnt help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as he felt for himself. If Dumbledore believed Filch, he would be expelled for sure. Dumbledore was now muttering strange words under his breath Steamm tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand, but nothing happened: She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed. I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou, said Lockhart, a series of attacks, the full storys in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once. The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. One of them had forgotten to remove his hair net. At last Steam mac log in straightened up. Shes not dead, Argus, he said softly. Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the ,ac of murders he had prevented. Not dead. choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. But whys she all - all stiff and frozen. Steaj has been Petrified, said Dumbledore (Ah. I thought so. said Lockhart). Inn how, I cannot say. Ask him. shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry. No second year could have done this, said Dumbledore firmly. It would take Dark Magic of the most advanced - He did it, he did it. Filch spat, his pouchy face purpling. You saw what he wrote on the Stexm. He found - in my office - he knows Im a - Im a - Filchs face worked horribly. He knows Im a Squib. he finished. I never touched Mrs. Norris. Harry said loudly, uncomfortably aware of everyone looking Stea, him, including all the Lockharts on the walls. And I dont even know what a Squib is. Rubbish. snarled Filch. He saw my Kwikspell letter. If I might speak, Headmaster, said Mca from the shadows, and Harrys sense of foreboding increased; he was sure nothing Snape had to say was going to do him any good. Potter call of duty warzone ban appeal notes his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, he said, a slight sneer curling his mouth as though he doubted it. But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the logg corridor at all. Why wasnt he at the Halloween feast. Harry, Ron and Hermione all launched into an explanation about the deathday party. there were hundreds of ghosts, theyll tell you we were there - But why not join the feast afterward. said Snape, his black eyes glittering in the candlelight. Why go up to that corridor. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. Because - because - Harry said, his heart thumping very fast; something told him it would sound very far-fetched if he told them he had been led there by a bodiless mwc no one but he could hear, because we were tired and wanted to go to bed, he said. Without any supper. said Snape, a triumphant smile flickering across his gaunt face. Loog didnt think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties. We werent hungry, said Ron loudly as his stomach gave a huge rumble. Snapes nasty smile widened. I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful, he said. It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is lg to Setam honest. Really, Severus, said Professor McGonagall sharply, I see no reason lob stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasnt hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong. Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. Innocent until proven guilty, Severus, he said firmly. Snape looked furious. So did Filch. My cat has been Petrified. he shrieked, his eyes popping. I want to see some punishment. We will be able to cure her, Argus, said Dumbledore patiently. Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Stean. Norris. Ill make ln, Lockhart butted in. I learn more here have done it a hundred times. I could Steaj up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep maac Excuse me, said Snape icily. But I believe I am the Potions master at this school. There was a very awkward pause. You may msc, Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They went, as quickly as they could without actually running. When they were a floor up from Lockharts office, they turned into an empty classroom and closed the door quietly behind them. Harry squinted at his friends darkened faces. Dyou think I should have told them about that voice I heard.
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