The Dead from Fifty Years Ago

"That's the result of everyone's hard work," Wizet said with a smile. "I'm sorry to bother you... but I'd like to know something about the Chamber of Secrets. Is that alright?"

"The result of everyone's hard work." Lady Grey nodded. "About the Chamber of Secrets? What Chamber of Secrets do you mean?"

"The Chamber of Secrets of Secrets of Salazar Slytherin, just last night... Mr. Filch's cat was attacked and left a message on the wall," Wizet said.

"The inscription read, ' The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Beware of those who Heir.' Everyone guessed that it was the Chamber of Secrets left behind by Salazar Slytherin."

The Grey Lady's expression changed. "This actually happened?"

Seeing the Grey Lady's unusual demeanor, Wizet naturally had some questions. "The Grey Lady, do you also believe that the Chamber of Secrets exists?"

The Grey Lady's expression turned cold again, and she gently shook her head. "No, I'm not sure if it exists."

"Is that so?" Wizet murmured, then asked another question, "The Grey Lady, the reason you were surprised..."

"Is it because... there have been similar attacks before? And those attackers... also claimed to be the ' Heir of the Chamber of Secrets '?"

"Very interesting." The Grey Lady's expression became complicated. "No wonder you are qualified to enter Ravenclaw, given your ability to make such a guess."

"Indeed... about fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened once... but the deceased was not a cat, but a Ravenclaw."

"The deceased was a Ravenclaw?" Wizet's eyelids twitched. "But Mrs. Norris was only petrified, not dead."

"Perhaps it's just another prank." A look of disgust appeared on the Grey Lady's face. "That's how Slytherin are; otherwise, the legend of the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets wouldn't always exist."

Wizet asked again, "Would you mind knowing the name of that deceased Ravenclaw...?"

Lady Grey said with little interest, "Myrtle Warren... she was far inferior to you. She was always crying and wailing, and it only got worse after she died."

"Becoming even more ferocious after death?" Wizet frowned, recalling the Grey Lady's current form. "So... she's also become a Ghost?"

"Yes." Lady Grey nodded and floated back into the air. "If you want to find her, you can go to the Girls' Bathroom on the second floor. She often stays there."

Wizet bowed again. "Thank you for telling me this."

The Grey Lady nodded, half of her body already submerged in the ceiling. "If you have any problems with magic, you can come to me... It's not so difficult to talk to you."

Wizet thanked her again, "Of course! Thank you so much!"

He pondered his conversation with the Grey Lady and suddenly remembered something: The Grey Lady had just mentioned, "What do you mean by the Chamber of Secrets?"

Thinking of this, he quickly shouted towards the ceiling, "The Grey Lady, could it be... that Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw also left behind a Chamber of Secrets?"

With only a sliver of her skirt still clinging to the ceiling, the Grey Lady chuckled and said, "You can go look for it; only fools or thinkers... can find it!"

"Only fools and thinkers can find it?" Wizet took out his notebook and wrote down the words.

He didn't stop writing; he summarized his conversation with the Grey Lady, extracted the information, and wrote it down in his notebook.

Before Wizet even entered the Hospital Wing, she saw several freshmen peeking around, including Colin.

He couldn't help but laugh and ask, "What are you doing here?"

"It's the hero who defeated Filch!" the students exclaimed, making room for him. "Are you here to see the cat too? You can stand here!"

"I need to go in and take a look." Wizet waved her hand and walked straight into the Hospital Wing.

The freshmen were still talking outside the door, "No wonder he's the hero who defeated Filch! He actually dared to face Madam Pomfrey directly!"

Wizet moved forward, somewhat amused and exasperated. He suddenly became curious... what exactly Colin had said to the other students.

Not only was Madam Pomfrey inside, but Dumbledore and Filch were also there.

Dumbledore sat quietly to the side, watching Filch massage Mrs. Norris and put a Cockroach Clusters into his mouth.

Madam Pomfrey stood to the side, watching Dumbledore devour a Cockroach Clusters. She raised an eyebrow and said softly, "Albus, restrain yourself a little! This is the second pack already."

"Madam Pomfrey, Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Filch, good afternoon!" Wizet stepped forward and greeted the three Dumbledore them.

"Good afternoon!" Dumbledore nodded, and while Madam Pomfrey was smiling, he pulled out a Cockroach Clusters. "Poppy, Filch, could you give us some private space?"

"Good afternoon... good afternoon..." Filch nodded repeatedly, turning back every few steps as he walked out. "Of course, no problem..."

"Good afternoon, Wizet." As Madam Pomfrey left, she casually took the bag of Cockroach Clusters. "I'll return it to you this afternoon!"

Dumbledore, smiled wryly, and said, "Alright..."

He pulled over a stool and patted it. "Are you planning to see Mrs. Norris first? Or should I tell you everything?"

"I want to see it for myself first." Wizet stepped forward, drew his wand, and approached Mrs. Norris.

He closed his eyes, trying to use his wand as an extension of his senses to find out more about Mrs. Norris.

It would be much safer to do this with a wand instead of through physical contact.

"Very powerful Dark Magic... It should be a curse... But it feels so strange... It also contains malice... A very strong, vicious malice..."

Wizet opened her eyes, her brow furrowed, and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore... although he appears to be petrified, something is very wrong... this malice is not right."

"The Obscurus contains all sorts of evil thoughts...that's why I'm very sensitive to evil thoughts. But the evil thoughts in Mrs. Norris are clearly different from those in the Obscurus."

He raised his wand, tracing a smooth "S" shape, and exclaimed, "Dust and Grime Begone!"

Under the influence of the Ancient Magic: Purifying Cleansing Soul Washing Spell, an extremely deep Black Mist appeared, with several faint streaks of lightning, dark green in color.

When the Black Mist appeared, Dumbledore also frowned, "This is no longer just simple malice... but a very clear killing intent."

He raised his wand and pointed it out the window; in less than two breaths, a struggling salmon flew into the Hospital Wing.

Wizet immediately waved her wand, hurling the Black Mist at the salmon.

The Black Mist completely enveloped the salmon, whose struggles grew weaker and weaker until they ceased entirely. Its scales emitted a deathly gray hue, clearly indicating that it had lost its life force...