Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 35
"Where were you last night? And where is your robe?"

At the Slytherin dining table, Draco looked at Klein who had changed into a new robe and asked suspiciously.

His friend's recent whereabouts have become more and more mysterious, and he didn't even return home yesterday!

Originally, he wanted to show off that he played Harry Potter.
"It's nothing, just walk around in the castle."

Not intending to have a deep chat on this issue, Klein skipped the topic lightly and stopped Draco's hand that was about to reach for the coffee cup.

"Children should drink less of this, it's not good for their health."

"Tch, aren't you a child too"

Muttering something in a low voice, Draco turned his face away, but didn't insist anymore, and chose freshly squeezed juice again.

"Ah."

Klein smiled and said nothing.

The daily life we ​​spend every day may be a continuous miracle.

As usual, Klein earnestly absorbed any nutrients that could strengthen him.

In the transformation class, he had already started to practice simple transformation of living creatures under the sole guidance of Professor McGonagall.

But he was still not satisfied.

Compared with the progress in potion science, his Transfiguration still hasn't really started.

"Decomposition, reorganization, deformation.

What I lack now is not magic power, but accumulation. "

Looking at the pen transformed from a white mouse in front of him, Klein frowned and murmured in a voice that he could only hear.

In theory, a wizard can forcibly change any substance with his mind.

But in order to achieve the perfect effect, one must clearly know the internal structure of the deformation target.

"Analyzing everything" is a huge project, and even he can't guarantee which step he can achieve.

However, there are no shortcuts.
"For me, I have to wrong you."

A strange expression flashed in his sapphire-like eyes, Klein chuckled and licked his lips without leaving any trace.

Midnight, the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"here."

Gently stroking the faucet with the coiled snake relief, Klein felt certain.Pulling out his wand and pointing it at his throat, the breath on his body changed suddenly.

"The language of nature."

After casting the spell, he cleared his throat.

But before he could speak, there was a sudden noise not far behind him.
"Look what I found, naughty boy."

In the shadows, a translucent ghost emerged—wearing Ravenclaw robes, with thick round eyes, and hair that was messily combed into two braids like straw.

"Weeping Myrtle".

"I'm going to report to Dumbledore and let him fire you!"

Myrtle looked at Klein with a smile, as if she was very interested in the situation in front of her.

"I'm sure you won't."

Klein turned around and stared straight at the troublesome ghost.

"Ha, of course I would."

Myrtle grimaced and wanted to say something, but she was half-sentenced when she suddenly lost consciousness.

In just three to five seconds, she froze in mid-air like a puppet.

"Go back to where you belong, you haven't seen anyone tonight."

After softly giving the order, Klein stopped paying attention to the ghost behind him.

"Spiritual Light" is not only used by the old snake, he is also an expert in it.
Turning around, staring at the relief on the faucet, Klein's throat quivered.

When everything returned to calm, he spoke softly, and his voice turned into a deep snake language!
"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

In the dark girls' bathroom, a hoarse and creepy voice sounded like the whisper of a devil.

Klein stood there quietly, waiting for the response from the "Secret Chamber" with a blank expression.

"Crack."

Suddenly, the cracks in the stone cracked, and the circular washbasin bloomed like petals, revealing a big black hole!

He smiled and stepped into it.

The lingering wind whistled in his ears, and Klein fell for a while before landing safely, stepping on a pile of rat bones.

"It really hurts you."

Klein smiled lightly, and continued to move forward indifferently.

Passing through the cave, he came to a spacious platform with obvious artificial traces.

The platform is surrounded by underground rivers, and symmetrical statues of giant snakes stand on both sides.

At the forefront, a bronze disc is embedded in the mountain, silently guarding the secret buried for thousands of years.

"Hiss. Hiss."

Klein spoke again, and activated the seal with snake language, and a long snake swam on the bronze disc, delicately and delicately opening nine magic locks.

"very nice."

Looking at those lifelike big snakes, he couldn't help admiring Salazar Slytherin's ingenuity.

"Squeak~"

The disk is turned upside down, and the secret room is opened!
Stepping in, countless miserable green flames rose around, reflecting the gloomy underground like a ghost land of Shura.

But Klein didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Since the Slytherin common room was pretty much the same tune, he was used to it.
Walking into the secret room, the dark wind blows in the face, and the air is filled with moist and foul-smelling water vapor.

It was very empty here, as big as four or five Hogwarts halls combined. Except for the giant snake totem that can be seen everywhere, the only thing left is the huge stone statue sitting on the mountain at the end of the secret room.

That was the founder of Snake House, "Salazar Slytherin".

With all the clothes on his body, Klein nodded slightly to the statue.

Philosophy and taste aside, the wizarding pioneer deserved it for what he achieved.

"hiss!"

Just as he lowered his head, at this moment, a hoarse hiss suddenly came from the mouth of the "Salazars Raitling" colossus.

"Whoa."

The mechanism worked, and the colossus opened its mouth, revealing a big hole.

Two dim vertical pupils suddenly opened!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

The giant snake covered in solid armor slowly came out of the hole, neighing horribly.

That pair of headlight-like eyes fixedly stared at Klein, fierce at the same time.
There is also a trace of doubt.

It doesn't understand.

They have obviously looked at each other, how can the "little mouse" in front of them still move?
"Hehe, little guy, do you want to eliminate me, a heretic who accidentally broke into the secret room?"

Klein smiled, gently stroking the rosewood wand.

As a descendant of the Grindelwald family, the blood flowing on his body has nothing to do with Salazar Slytherin.

Tom Riddle, or "Voldemort", is the true heir of Slytherin.

Except for Voldemort, the fate of outsiders who opened the Chamber of Secrets can be imagined.

but
There are always exceptions.

"Come on, come here, let me take a good look at you."

Hooking his fingers together, Klein had a kind smile on his face.

Seeing that smile, the body of the basilisk, which was in an attacking posture, froze inexplicably.

Every cell is trembling, the instinct from the depths of the soul is crazily reminding it.
Run!

(End of this chapter)