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"Yes...", Sever put his yarrow back, revealing a breath of truth from beginning to end.

Carl instantly became interested. In the original book, Sever liked Lily but Lily finally married James.

He had never been in love in his life, but his Sever would get married!

His little wings were too amazing! Should he open a love consultation office...

Being able to fan out a partner for a single dog is not something that ordinary butterflies can do.

He looked at Carl and stretched out his hand slowly. Carl scratched his head in confusion. He was a little dissatisfied, "Where's yours? You can't just look at mine for nothing."

Carl's lips immediately pursed. Where did he have the yarrow? He had already fed it to 0025 to expand the database. It was impossible to grow it so fast now...

Thinking of this, Carl looked a little guilty, but he quickly reacted and said indifferently, "I am a non-marriageist. This kind of thing is too boring, so I threw it away."

"You are not." Siver retorted calmly. If he hadn't cut the yarrow, he might not be so sure, but he is very sure now.

Carl thought Siver saw something wrong, so he hurriedly explained, "I am!"

Siver continued to fight back slowly, "I said you are not."

"I am sure." Carl was firm. He felt that he pretended very well and could definitely fool everyone.

But Sifu still said calmly, "No."

"You are not me! How do you know?", Carl was really a little anxious after Sifu refuted him like this, and he turned his head awkwardly for the first time.

In fact, Carl did not lie. He was really the type that was difficult to be moved. When he was a child, he attracted a lot of opposite sexes because of his pretty face...even the same sex.

But as long as they get along with Carl for a long time, they will retreat in the face of difficulties. Do you have a heart? Some people even questioned him about this.

Therefore, it is better for people like him not to fall in love, so as not to harm innocent people. Therefore, at least until now, Carl has no idea that he must find a partner, and he is half a non-marriage and non-love advocate.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this, anyway, you will know it later." Sifu still looked careless.

"What do you mean! Don't you believe me?" Carl was a little unhappy, although it was only a non-marriage advocate so far.

But with Sif's look, there is always a feeling that he has already controlled him. How can a cat be controlled by the evil snake king? Absolutely.

"I believe you, but you are not." Sif said perfunctorily that he believed Carl, but still denied Carl's answer.

"I am sure..." Carl was about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted by Sif.

"Oh, okay, in that case, do you want to bet?" Sif said to Carl while carefully putting away the yarrow. His tone was still slow. The change of voice in adolescence made the cello music slightly out of tune, but it was not bad.

"What to bet on?" Carl was a little curious. Sif looked so sure, and he wanted to bet with him. It was a bit strange.

But... hum hum hum, bet? It's a joke. Be careful not to bet your underwear.

"The bet is uncertain. If one day we think the other party has won, we will talk about it then." Sif wrapped the yarrow with oil paper. He was in a good mood, as if he knew he would win.

Is it an illusion? Carl clenched his fists. Why did he feel that Sever was deliberately provoking him today? Would Sever be so boring?

"Don't you dare?" Sever looked at Carl who was stunned and added the last fuel to the fire. He even smiled, full of provocation.

You kid...

It's not an illusion...

Sever has learned bad things. He has been with me for so many years, and finally he has embarked on the road of asking for a beating...

The character of the Snake King has completely collapsed, Sever——

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Lucius didn't become the Jinchuan first, but I arranged it first. I laughed to death, and sat up in shock from my dying illness. The Jinchuan turned out to be me.

However, Carl said that he did take the bait. What is there to be afraid of!

"What a joke! I'm super brave! How could I not dare! It's decided, Alice!" Carl pulled Alice, who was laughing at the side, over.

Alice: *罒▽罒*

"What are you doing?" Alice was just immersed in a beautiful dream, and was a little confused when she was pulled by Carl.

"I made a bet with Sever, and we need to write a document! You are the notary!" After saying that, Carl picked up the feather pen next to him, wrote a long string, and signed his name happily.

Alice was in a state of shock, but she still reacted and signed it. Sever didn't care and signed his name as well.

"But you have toIs there a deadline?" Carl suddenly thought, he couldn't die alone, and then before he died, he would hold Siver's hand and use his last bit of strength to say I won.

Winning doesn't mean anything, he's dead, even if he wins, it doesn't mean anything, he can't let Siver and Alice burn the bet on him...

"How about ten years?" Siver continued, Carl was a little puzzled, ten years is only in his twenties, isn't it a little early, but it's a pity not to take advantage of it.

"You said it, notary!" Carl called Alice, and Alice immediately replied, "Here! "

"I'm sure to win, hehe...", Carl held his chin up very confidently. At this time, Professor Sprout walked up to the podium again and began to explain the role of yarrow. Everyone immediately returned to the state of listening to the class, and the class ended quickly.

As the class was about to end, Carl went to find the professor to get the database of potions. Only Alice and Sever were left in the classroom.

"Sever, you have been staring at the yarrow for a long time, how about you show it to me? Let's exchange, there are letters on my yarrow too.".

Alice came forward curiously. Sever had been staring at the yarrow since get out of class. She was not curious at first, but seeing Sever like this made her feel a little itchy.

"Not interested, anyway, the letter on your yarrow should be L." Sever wrapped the yarrow and put it on the table, glanced at Alice, as if he had known it for a long time.

"Hey! How do you know! "Alice was furious. If Sever guessed what the letter was, then...

"Because it's obvious that you like Frank Longbottom, right?" Sever exposed poor little Alice expressionlessly.

"Ah! You can't tell anyone!" Alice waved her arms, and the movement was so large that she knocked the oil paper on the table away.

The yarrow inside flew out, and the yarrow inside fell out, inevitably exposing the letter on the cross section, "K".

Sever quickly caught the yarrow, "Don't be so excited, Alice, I'm not a snitch, that's too boring. "

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Sever has things to do these days. Although the frequency is a bit low, he will refuse at least one out of ten invitations.

He would not have done that before, but the reason Sever gave was that Professor Slughorn invited him to participate in a potion seminar, and Lily would also go.

Sever did ask Carl what he thought, but Carl... Don't look at me, it's not that I don't have it! He really thinks that the knowledge learned in class is enough. Alchemy is really like going to jail. Who likes Potions class?

Sever: It's me.

Lily: And me.

This is it, being Sever declined the invitation and Carl walked alone on the path back to the lounge. He was a little aimless, because even if he went back to the lounge, Carl didn't know what to do.

Where to find some fun?

James and Sirius? These two Quidditch brains will probably drag him to watch the game again. I don't want such a thing... Carl curled his lips.

Continue to walk forward, "Woo woo woo woo...", passing by an old wash basin, a shrill and sharp cry pierced Carl's eardrums. He subconsciously wanted to see, and found Myrtle in the pool.

Oh, old friend, What a coincidence, I haven't seen her before, but I didn't expect to meet her now.

Carl was very moved, and observed Myrtle for a long time until she felt a little embarrassed. She even stopped crying and looked at Carl shyly.

Uh... I feel a chill, let's go.

Carl was frightened by Myrtle's eyes, and he wanted to run away.

But just when Carl was about to run away, Myrtle seemed to see Carl's intention, and continued to cry in disarray, even forgetting to jump into her beloved little toilet...

"Woo woo woo, I know - you and They are the same - wuwuwuwuwuwu -"

"Because of my glasses, or freckles, ah -" Myrtle's cry was too shrill, Carl couldn't stand it.

And Carl felt that if he turned around and ran, Myrtle's cry would be heard by the whole Hogwarts, and if that happened, he would be famous again.

The last time he became famous was at the Halloween Costume Ball, and the last time was for helping poor Alice.

The first two times were fine, but Carl refused to become famous because of such a strange thing.

"Uh, can you stop crying first?" Carl was still reluctant to brave the women's restroom, so he tried to stop Myrtle from crying remotely outside the door.

Unexpectedly, this behavior made Myrtle cry even harder, "You hate me! I can see it! You don't even want to take a step forward!" She putThe water was everywhere.

Carl wanted to hit himself to death, big sister! You are in the women's restroom, how can you let me in! This is too scary!

But this wash basin is abandoned, so Carl doesn't have to worry about being discovered and treated as a pervert. He stepped forward and tried to stop Myrtle from crying.

Seeing Carl coming in reluctantly, even with disgust on his face, Myrtle cried even louder, and her crying filled the entire wash basin. Carl was really afraid that her voice would make people howl in.

"Stop!" Myrtle was stunned for a moment, and then more aggrieved, "You are the same as those bastards who bullied me. How can you bully a girl just because I am not beautiful!"

"I didn't..." Carl quickly retorted.

Myrtle seemed to have touched some sensitive nerves again, "I know, you want to express that I am not beautiful enough, I don't have a smooth face, and I don't even have a pair of silk gloves. Other girls have them, they are rich and beautiful..."

You didn't die, did you? But Myrtle slowly stopped crying, as if she was tired of crying, but this wash basin, Carl remembered that it seemed to be connected to the secret room.

Looking around on the wash basin, the description in the original book was that it was a faucet that would not flow water, and there was a snake-like pattern carved on it.

Carl tried all the faucets, and finally found the little snake-like pattern on the last faucet.

It should be this, but Carl was looking for this thing out of curiosity. After all, he was not a descendant of Slytherin. Even if he shouted his throat, he couldn't shout out the secret room at all.

"Oh, this thing, it didn't flow water when I was there, what are you looking for this for." Myrtle looked at Carl's behavior and slowly stopped crying, with a little puzzlement in her tone.

"Ah, nothing, I just think it's interesting." Carl answered Myrtle perfunctorily.

Myrtle seemed to see Carl's perfunctory response, closed her eyes and retreated back into the toilet to emo.

Carl had no choice. He was brave enough to break into the women's wash basin. He really didn't have the extra courage to go to the women's restroom to comfort Myrtle, a big girl who didn't know how old she was.

Carl continued to grope for the special faucet with carved patterns.

If Voldemort couldn't break into Hogwarts, it would be a good choice to kill the basilisk in his chamber of secrets first.

It would probably be fine as long as he told Dumbledore, but how could he tell him in a way that wouldn't attract the attention of the old man, Dumbledore - there is a chamber of secrets here, come and flush it -

Just as Carl was thinking this, his hand continued to grope, but he touched an uneven place under the faucet.

He looked over and saw a string of very easy-to-understand letters under it. Something was wrong...

This letter was obviously different from the touch of Carl.

The word "open" was written alone on the faucet. Carl saw that it was a very regular font and very clear. However, the thing Carl touched was uneven and the carving was a bit messy. It would not be as clear as it looked. It should be because it was a bit blurred due to its age.

Is this the effect of the translator? Carl thought it was probably, but this text was in front of Slytherin's secret room, and after translation, it was open again...

Myrtle was still crying in the toilet cubicle, and she couldn't stop crying for a while.

"Open?" Carl said tentatively. He supported his chin. Would things be the same as he expected?

Next, a scene that was both reasonable and unexpected happened.

The faucet of the washbasin slowly turned like a mechanism, and finally revealed the entrance to the secret room under disguise.

"Open?" Carl stabilized and said tentatively again.

At this time, he realized that the words he uttered were not English, but a hissing sound similar to that of snakes.