"Goodnight, little lion of Gryffindor."

Cyrus ordered the basilisk to close its eyes, then jumped off its head, reached for the camera, and opened the box on its back.

Suddenly, a pungent smell came out and thick smoke came out from behind the camera.

Cyrus pinched his nose and looked down, confirming that all the film inside was burnt by the basilisk's magic, then he threw it on the ground.

He glanced at Creevey, then took the grapes from his hand and ate one.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a hurried sound of footsteps.

"Let's go." He didn't stay long and immediately left with the basilisk.

Almost at the same time as he and the basilisk disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Mag, who was patrolling the school, came out from the other side of the corridor. She didn't seem to have expected to encounter this at all, and the wand in her hand almost fell down. Her figure shook violently, as if hit by something.

She looked at Creevey lying on the ground in astonishment, and the first thing that came to her mind was not to take Creevey to the school infirmary, but to notify Dumbledore.

Fortunately, just as this thought came into her mind, Dumbledore came out in pajamas holding an empty cup. Harry was awakened by the voice in his head and the pain in his arm.

It felt as if someone had stuffed thousands of sharp blades into the muscles of his arm, and as the bone fragments grew, they inevitably cut his flesh.

Now, the pain that Lockhart had taken away came back double!

Of course, compared to all these, what annoyed him even more was the monster called "Dobby" that appeared a few minutes ago.

He had seen that guy during the summer vacation, when Dobby caused him to not receive any letters from his friends for the entire summer, and also smashed a cake on the heads of the guests at Uncle Dursley's banquet.

This was certainly satisfying, especially if the person hit was Dursley himself, or Dudley. But what was the price he paid for it?

He was locked in his room and not allowed to go anywhere, and received a warning from the Ministry of Magic, telling him that he would be expelled if he performed magic outside of school again.

He was framed for no reason. If that thing really caused him to be expelled from school, Harry would have no choice but to return to the place he hated. Maybe he would choose to run away from home at that time. At least there would be some hope.

What happened next? He now knew why he and Ron couldn't enter the platform, because that thing blocked the passage. If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have to be punished.

Now, that thing caused him to break his hand and go to the hospital.

Harry couldn't think of any way he had offended the ugly creature, unless he was in Malfoy's service, which would explain it. If there were anyone at Hogwarts who wanted to kill him, he thought it was only Draco Malfoy and Snape.

But Snape didn't need to let a monster kill people. He could poison Harry's pumpkin juice at any time if he wanted to.

So that leaves Malfoy alone.

"Damn Malfoy, when I'm discharged from the hospital, I will make this matter clear to Ron and the others!"

As Harry was thinking, the door of the school infirmary suddenly opened. He quickly pretended to be asleep and secretly looked over there. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall carried a figure in.

He immediately held his breath.

"Go call Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said to McGonagall.

After a while, McGonagall came back with Pomfrey.

"What's wrong?"

"He was petrified, and McGonagall found him," Dumbledore said with a frown. He looked at the petrified Creevey and thought deeply.

Harry had been avoiding Creevey this semester because he was a little too fanatical, but he never expected that Creevey would be attacked so suddenly, which made him feel guilty.

"Petrified again, Albus, could this really be the Chamber of Secrets?" Mag was worried.

She was about the same age as Voldemort, and although she didn't know everything about what happened back then, she had heard about it. Fifty years ago, after the Chamber of Secrets was opened, victims appeared immediately, but in the end, no one found the location of the Chamber of Secrets.

There was a wizard named Riddle who reported Hagrid, but McGonagall didn't think Hagrid was the murderer.

The big guy might have a soft spot for monsters, but it was impossible for him to command them to kill people or create attacks. And from the first attack, the attacker deliberately left words on the wall, which showed that the attacker was intentionally attacking and wanted to create panic.

Mag was worried that this time would be the same as it was fifty years ago, and the attacker would not stop until a murder occurred.

"I'm afraid the Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened." Dumbledore gave an affirmative answer.

Now he was also confused about some things.

"In that case, Albus, then you must know who it is?" McGonagall asked tremblingly as if her heart was being pinched.

Who is it?

Dumbledore pondered the question in his mind, and a small figure appeared in his mind.

"It's not a question of who, but how?" he whispered.

In fact, he knew very well that what he saw was just a shell, and the real soul hidden behind it was another soul - Voldemort - it was him, and only him, who had the ability to open the Chamber of Secrets.

In fact, Dumbledore doubted Harry at the beginning.

Of course, the tone of his voice said that he was doubting Harry, rather than the fragment of soul in Harry's scar.

Dumbledore was worried that Harry was affected by the soul fragment and controlled by Voldemort, but now it seems that this is not the case. He looked at the other bed obscurely.

Dumbledore could sense that Harry was still awake, his breathing heavy but not fearful.

If it wasn't Harry, and if it wasn't the soul inside the scar, this meant that there was another soul of Voldemort in Hogwarts at this moment, in the body of a young wizard, controlling his every move.

Mag misunderstood him.

She thought Dumbledore was really wondering what had petrified Creevy.

If it was a curse, then the attacker's black magic must be so advanced that even the curse could not break the petrification, and they could only wait for the Mandrake to mature. But if it was a monster...

Mag couldn't think of anything that could turn a person to stone.

"Besides, if it was a monster, how could it move around the castle without being discovered?"

Harry clenched his fists.

A thought came to my mind: because it can disappear in an instant.

(End of this chapter)