"Ah—"
A shrill scream echoed throughout the second floor of the Castle, even reaching the other two floors.
Madam Pomfrey, who was in the hospital wing, rushed out with a few students whose ears were smoking, and ran right into Percy Weasley, who was running up from the first floor.
"What's going on?"
"It's Ginny! It's Ginny's voice!"
Madam Pomfrey quickly remembered the red-haired little Witch, "The voice is from that corridor! Let's go quickly!"
A group of people hurried over, and after turning a few corners, they quickly saw Ginny Weasley slumped on the ground, trembling.
"Ginny! What happened to you?"
Percy quickly ran to his sister's side, gripping her shoulders, "Are you okay?"
"No! Quick—run! A terrible—terrible monster!"
Ginny, immersed in intense fear, relaxed abruptly when she saw Percy and Madam Pomfrey, and fainted before she could finish her disjointed words.
"Ginny!"
The flustered Percy was pushed aside by Madam Pomfrey, "Monster? What monster?"
"Mr. Weasley! I think you should be concerned about your sister right now!"
"Right! You're right! I just—Madam Pomfrey! Is Ginny alright?"
"She's severely frightened!"
At this moment, commotion and footsteps sounded from both ends of the corridor, and the young Wizards who had just heard the scream all rushed over.
When they saw Ginny lying on the ground, everyone froze.
"Look! There's writing on the wall!"
Someone shouted, and the young Wizards quickly discovered two lines of words on the wall, seemingly corroded into it and glowing with an eerie green light.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware."
"Death? No! It's not that simple! How shall we proceed with this delightful torture?"
These two terrifying lines of text seemed to carry a biting chill, making everyone shiver, and the corridor fell silent.
"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You're next, Mudbloods!"
Draco Malfoy pushed his way to the front of the crowd, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes full of malice.
He looked at Ginny lying on the ground, and Percy beside her, with an exceptionally twisted expression.
Although it wasn't Harry and Ron who were in trouble, Malfoy was still very happy to see other Weasleys suffer misfortune.
Just as everyone was looking at Malfoy in shock, a lazy voice suddenly came from a distance.
"Hogwarts' admission standards are getting looser and looser. Not only people, but even animals can enroll now."
The excited Malfoy immediately calmed down the moment he heard this voice, and the sneer on his face disappeared.
His flushed face quickly turned pale, and he looked somewhat timidly in the direction of the voice.
Orolin walked through the crowd under everyone's gaze and came to the center, "Come, come! Let me see! Which mad dog was barking just now?"
Malfoy looked at Orolin fearfully, swallowing nervously, "I—no—it's the wall! The words on the wall!"
"Hmm? Are you saying I can't read, you bastard?"
Orolin walked coldly to Malfoy, reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him up, "Was it you, you bastard, barking like a dog?"
"If you dare to call someone a Mudblood today, you'll dare to follow Lord Voldemort tomorrow. It seems I need to clean house for Hogwarts."
As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused exclamations from the people in the corridor.
Could that name be spoken?
And… this isn't for real, is it?
Malfoy's eyes widened in terror, and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but could only whimper a few indistinct syllables.
The intense feeling of suffocation made him struggle non-stop, his hands gripping Orolin's arm tightly, and his legs flailing wildly.
Under Orolin's indifferent gaze, Malfoy's face gradually turned purple, and his body began to convulse.
"What's going on? What are you all doing gathered here?"
Hearing Professor McGonagall's stern voice, Orolin curved his lips, loosening his grip slightly.
"Ah ha! Are you watching the show? I heard someone screaming. Who wants to attract everyone's attention? Such little tricks, I…"
Lockhart, seeing Orolin, instantly shut up, subconsciously covered his right hand, and quietly hid behind Professor McGonagall.
He shivered looking at Malfoy's neck, as if he saw it twisted.
"Orolin? What are you doing? Merlin's beard! Put Malfoy down!"
Professor McGonagall, after seeing the situation, immediately felt her scalp tingle.
Kitten, what are you doing? Can you please consider my heart's capacity for stress!
Orolin shook his head at Cat Mom, "Dear Professor McGonagall, you should first deal with Ginny Weasley's unconsciousness."
"As for Malfoy calling me a Mudblood, I'm feeling a bit emotional and need to vent, so I'm playing a game of 'lift-me-up' with him for a while."
Professor McGonagall: —.
You call this 'lift-me-up'? And a game?
Although she was furious that Draco Malfoy dared to call Orolin a Mudblood, and she could tell that Orolin wasn't really being brutal, Lucius Malfoy, that insidious fellow, wouldn't be reasonable.
"Orolin, calm down first, put him down and let me handle it, okay?"
Orolin gave Cat Mom a reassuring look. Punishment is punishment, but he'll definitely give him some space.
"I think it's better to let Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape handle it. I believe they will give me a satisfactory result."
Professor McGonagall frowned, "This—"
What does that mean? Are Kitten and Albus up to something again?
Just then, Dumbledore and Snape, who were now presentable, arrived, "Why are you all gathered here? Don't you have classes? Disperse quickly!"
Under Snape's reprimand, all the young Wizards were chased away, and Lockhart was among them.
Only Madam Pomfrey and Percy, who were tending to Ginny, and Professor McGonagall remained.
When he saw Orolin and Malfoy, whose neck he was gripping, Snape's expression turned ugly.
Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked at the unconscious Ginny and the words on the wall, realizing that Lord Voldemort's Horcrux had been taken care of.
"Mr. Orolin, you—please put Malfoy down, he's about to suffocate."
"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I cannot fulfill your request."
"Why?"
"Because he called me a Mudblood, which successfully made me lose my temper. Also, did you teach him that word?"
A vein throbbed on Snape's forehead, and he felt as if his heart had been sharply pierced.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "No! No! One hundred points from Slytherin!"
"Mr. Orolin, can you hand Draco Malfoy over to me now?"
"Oh? That's quite rare. You're actually deducting points from Slytherin."
A fiery phantom flickered in Orolin's pupils as he met Snape's gaze, "However, you wouldn't secretly protect students from your own house, would you?"
Snape shifted his gaze as if burned, and the scene of Orolin burning Lord Voldemort flashed through his mind.
"Don't worry, I won't do that."
"Alright!"
Orolin smiled slightly, throwing Malfoy in front of Snape, "He's all yours."
"Cough, cough, cough—"
Malfoy clutched his neck and curled up on the ground, gasping for air, each breath accompanied by a tearing cough.
Terrified, his heart was filled with fear and panic. Just now—he almost died!
"Professor Snape, I heard that Lucius Malfoy was once your colleague. I'm very interested in him. Could you help me arrange an introduction?"
Orolin's smile was bright, but it sent a shiver down Snape's spine.
He looked deeply at Orolin, "I will. Lucius is very clever. You'll certainly have a pleasant conversation."
After speaking, Snape pulled Malfoy up from the ground and dragged him away.
After watching the two leave, Orolin exchanged a look with Dumbledore.
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