Professor McGonagall's office was beside the corridor, directly facing the Quidditch pitch.
When the six little ones woke her up, she thought they were celebrating a Muggle Halloween.
"Are you inviting me to the Halloween Feast because you want to make up for this year's regrets?"
"No, Professor McGonagall." Vincent took off his bat helmet. "The Basilisk is out. Filch is the second victim."
Her urge to tease them vanished instantly. With pursed lips, she waved toward the office behind her.
"Professor Dumbledore happened to have gone out on business."
"We know—" George hurriedly covered his mouth.
Fred beside him gave an awkward smile. "We just came from the Headmaster's Office."
McGonagall caught the wand flying toward her and narrowed her eyes at the two of them. "Today was only because the situation was sudden. Remember, no next time."
"Okay~"
Her lips pressed together even tighter. "How is he?"
"Petrified, just like Moaning Myrtle before."
Dumbledore wanted to keep it secret and use it as bait, so only a few professors knew that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened.
McGonagall's gaze swept back and forth across the six little ones before her.
Since the Basilisk had already appeared, returning to their dormitories was the safest option.
"Professor, we're all part of this school."
Her gaze was exceptionally sharp.
Voldemort would not let them go. Staying in the dormitories would instead put the other students in danger.
The dungeons, the Potions Class professor's office.
Although Snape had stopped keeping watch recently, he had not gone to bed early either.
He was brewing a bubbling green potion. One look at it told anyone it was nothing beneficial.
Knock knock— Someone knocked at the door.
At this late hour, it was definitely not anyone respectable.
Knock knock—
Ignoring them only