Few days later, Harry and his friends Hermione and daphne are walking back from their charms classroom in a hurry to their next class which is Herbology which will start in few , Hermione, Daphne were rushing through the corridors of Hogwarts, trying to make it to their Herbology class in time. The clock was ticking, and they didn't want to be late. Harry led the way, with Hermione and Daphne close behind. The hallways were bustling with other students heading to their classes as well.

Hermione: (panting) "Harry, could you please slow down a bit? We don't want to crash into anyone."

Harry: (grinning) "Don't worry, Hermione. We've got plenty of time. We're almost there."

As they hurried along, suddenly, Harry slipped and fell to the floor with a thud. Hermione and Daphne stopped in their tracks and rushed to help him up.

Daphne: (concerned) "Harry, are you alright? What happened?"

Harry: (grimacing) "I slipped on something... and it's wet."

Hermione and Daphne looked down and saw a puddle of water on the floor. But when they tried to lift Harry to his feet, their eyes widened in shock as they saw a cat hanging from the ceiling by its tail. It was unmistakably Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat.

Hermione: (gasping) "Oh my goodness, it's Mrs. Norris! What's she doing up there?"

Daphne: (horrified) "And look at the wall, Hermione."

Nearby, just below the hanging cat, was a chilling message scrawled on the wall in blood: "The Chamber is opened. Enemies of the Heir beware."

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne stood frozen, not knowing what to do. The commotion quickly attracted the attention of other students who started to gather around the scene. Harry and his friends were joined by Draco and Neville.

Draco: (whispering) "What in Merlin's name is going on here?"

Neville: (nervous) "This... this is bad, really bad."

As the gathered students whispered among themselves, Filch entered the scene with an anguished cry, his eyes filled with fury.

Filch: (shouting) "You lot! What have you done? You killed my cat!"

Just then, Dumbledore entered the scene, accompanied by the other professors and Gilderoy Lockhart.

Dumbledore: (calmly) "What is the situation here?"

Snape couldn't resist making a snide comment:

Snape: (sneering) "Looks like another one of Potter's messes, Headmaster."

Dumbledore, ignoring Snape's remark, turned to Filch.

Dumbledore: (softly) "Argus, tell me what happened."

Filch: (furious) "These students killed my cat, Professor Dumbledore. They hung her from the ceiling!"

Dumbledore ordered Snape to examine the cat, and he did so reluctantly.

Snape: (coldly) "The cat is not dead, Headmaster. It's petrified."

Lockhart, always one to seize the spotlight, chimed in:

Lockhart: (dramatic) "Fear not, Headmaster, for I, Gilderoy Lockhart, shall cure this poor creature!"

Dumbledore, with a slight smile, dismissed Lockhart's offer and turned to Professor Sprout.

Dumbledore: (seriously) "Pomona, do we have any mature Mandrake leaves in store?"

Professor Sprout: (worried) "I'm afraid not, Headmaster. Our Mandrakes are still in their baby form. They won't be ready for a few months."

With that, the professors dispersed the crowd of students. Harry and his friends, Neville, Daphne, Hermione, and Draco, left the scene deep in thought about the ominous events of the day.