Connor's Hogwarts

"So, because I have high hopes for you, you want to rely on your own strength to find out the real chamber of secrets, and then use this to gain prestige, in order to gain a firm foothold in the brotherhood, so you transformed into Slytherin with your friends Rest room...is that what you mean?"

"...Yes, that's it, but I didn't expect something went wrong in the first step. I...I messed up..."

Hermione lowered her head in frustration, her cat's ears drooped, and she looked listless. This was a heavy blow to her who was always proud.

"How should I put it..." Connor was also a little bit dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the reason for the closing of the world line was because of himself.

"I can understand your thinking, but you also know that Fred and George have been looking for the secret room for almost a month, but they haven't found anything. Why do you think you can find it, Hermione..."

"... Anyway, try it! You can't stop trying if you don't think it works! And it's just that Fred and the others didn't find it, it doesn't mean we can't find it either!"

Hermione's tone was hurried, as if she wanted to prove her "ability" with words.

Connor stroked his chin and looked at Hermione with interest: "I didn't mean to hit you, Hermione, but I think it's hard for ordinary people to find secret passages that even Fred and George can't find, no , I don’t have the confidence either.”

"Fred and the others are definitely professional in drilling and finding holes. I would call them the strongest," Connor shook his head with a smile, intending to persuade Hermione to give up this idea:

"So you don't need to waste this time anymore, and you don't have to feel too much pressure because of this matter. I only value you when I see your potential. I believe that you have this ability, and I believe in me even more. My own eyes..."

"As for whether you can be the next brotherhood president..."

Connor smiled and said, "I believe Hermione, you will prove to everyone that you have this qualification."

"..." Why do you, President, seem to have more confidence in my abilities than myself? ?It's so... so foul to say something like that casually.

I don't know when Connor became Hermione's idol, probably after reading Lockhart's various works, Hermione didn't have time to respect that professor, but found that When the achievements of peers are far stronger than that professor.

And being "praise" face to face by her idol, Hermione found it difficult to control the little deer in her heart.

Hermione blushed and lowered her head, and whispered, "President, I... I understand, I will try my best to prove myself, but..."

"...That ear, I really don't want to touch the ear anymore..."

"Ahem, sorry,"

Connor silently withdrew his hand. The cat ears felt really good, and it was hard for him not to touch them. Maybe he won't have this chance in the future, right?

"In short, let's stop here. You don't need to worry about finding the secret room, you second graders. This matter is a little dangerous, and it's not a joke."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded obediently, and then her eyes widened: "Wait a minute! Well, Harry and the others are still in the Slytherin lounge! Oh no! It's been more than an hour, and they... . Nothing will happen to them!"

So you still remember your accomplice?Connor shrugged and said, "What else can happen? The big deal is being caught by Professor Snape, at most points will be deducted. They can't really let them find the secret room, can they?"

"Deducting points is no small matter!" Hermione almost jumped up in anxiety: "I haven't asked where this is? Are we still in school? Can the president trouble you to send me back?"

"Okay, okay, let me take you to the Slytherin lounge, come here, I will also visit my stupid brother by the way, come, stand still, let's go."

Connor put his hand on Hermione's head (ear), and the next second, the two of them disappeared from the room.

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Slightly back in time, Harry transformed into Goyle and Ron transformed into Crabbe were walking towards the Slytherin lounge.

"Dude, you look so stupid."

"You're not bad either. Reminds me of my neckless uncle."

"Oh, those stiff arms... Harry, I suddenly feel a little sorry for them when I think about how hard they have to lift their arms every day."

"Pay attention, I am Goyle now! Okay, let's do things seriously. We are now looking for a Slytherin student..."

"I don't think we need to look for it. Look over there."

Goyle (Harry) looked in the direction the fat finger was pointing, and saw Draco Malfoy sauntering towards them, and for the first time in his life Harry was glad to see him.

"There you are," Malfoy said in a drawn-out tone, looking at them, "have you two been eating and drinking in the Great Hall? I've been looking for you, and I have something really interesting to show you. "

"Ah, yes, yes."

"That's right."

Harry and Ron responded a little awkwardly. They didn't really know what the person they were going to play was usually like, but luckily Goyle and Crabbe were usually dumb, and Malfoy didn't think there was anything wrong.

Malfoy led the two forward, then stopped beside an empty, damp stone wall.

"What's the new password?" Malfoy asked "Gol."

"Emmmm——" Harry faltered and said, if he knew, he wouldn't have to work so hard.

"Oh, yes, purebred!" Fortunately, Malfoy said without expecting a response.

A stone door hidden in the stone wall opened slowly, and Malfoy strode in, followed by Harry and Ron.

The Slytherin common room was a long, low basement room with walls and ceiling of rough stone, from which round, glowing green lamps hung on chains.In front of them a fire crackled under an ornately carved mantelpiece, reflecting the silhouettes of a few Slytherins sitting in carved chairs around the kitchen.

"Wait here," Malfoy said to Harry and Ron. "I'll go get it. My father just brought it to me."

Harry and Ron sat on the sofa, trying to look as relaxed as possible, trying to figure out what Malfoy was going to show them.Malfoy returned a moment later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping, which he shoved under their noses.

"You'll laugh out loud when you see it."

Harry and Ron's eyes widened in astonishment. This was a report clipped from the "Daily Prophet", which read——The Ministry of Magic established a special investigation team for the Hogwarts Snake Plague, and Hogwarts Headmaster Dumb Lido is called by the Wizengamot to investigate.

"This is...?"

"The matter of the snake disaster before has finally been settled. Haha, Dumbledore is going to be called for interrogation. I know that justice will never be late, and it is not in vain that I have provided so many clues." Malfoy Mingming Smiled proudly.

"clue?"

"Of course, didn't I ask you to collect evidence of all kinds of snake disasters before? Including the photo of that bastard Potter, I sent them home. Dumbledore's forces are in the Ministry of Magic. They want to put that This matter has been confused, thanks to my father who has been working so hard recently, the truth can be brought to light again!"

"This...isn't this a good thing for the school?" Harry secretly clenched his fists. Sure enough, this bitch was secretly messing with him. He decided to give Malfoy a hard hit next time.

Malfoy snickered, "You know, the Daily Prophet didn't cover all those attacks in full, I guess Dumbledore was trying to cover it all up, and if things didn't stop right away, he'd be fired Daddy always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that could happen to this school, and he liked Muggles. A decent headmaster wouldn't let a fool like Creevey into the school."

"Oh, right..." Creevey is a first-year student. He is a fan of Harry and likes to take pictures of Harry. Although Harry doesn't like him, he doesn't like his junior being taken pictures of him even more. He was called a fool, but now he could only resist jumping up and giving him a horse punch.

But Malfoy didn't intend to end the performance. He pretended to swing a camera and started taking pictures, imitating Colin viciously but realistically: "Potter, can I take a picture of you? Potter, can I get your autograph?" ?May I lick your shoes? Please, Potter! Ouch!"

Harry couldn't hold back, and swung Malfoy to the back of his head.

"???"

Malfoy was dumbfounded, he stared at Harry blankly: "What's the matter with you?"

Harry scratched his head wittily: "Sorry, my knuckles were itchy just now, I threw it out without paying attention, I'm sorry."

"..." Maybe he had great trust in Gower, or maybe Malfoy didn't believe that Gower would hit him at all, so he actually accepted Harry's explanation: "Won't you throw it aside?! idiot!"

Harry and Ron smiled naively, and Malfoy didn't care about it, maybe in his impression that Crabbe and Goyle had always been unresponsive.

"Saint Potter is a friend of the Mudblood," Malfoy continued slowly, "and also belongs to someone who doesn't have a pure sense of wizarding, otherwise he wouldn't hang out with that conceited Mudblood Granger all day, people Consider him the heir of Slytherin."

"Compared with Potter, I am more willing to believe that person is Conner Lake. At least he did not embarrass the wizard." Malfoy said with an unhappy face: "I heard that he held a grand birthday party last night, but He actually didn't invite me, haha, this is definitely his biggest mistake..."

Harry and Ron finally remembered their purpose. "Goyle" scratched his head and said naively: "You must know something about it, the person behind the scenes..."

"You know I don't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?"

Malfoy snapped angrily, "Dad won't tell me the details of the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Of course, that was fifty years ago, and he wasn't born yet, but he knows everything. He said it all They are all secret, and if I knew too much, I would look suspicious. But I do know one thing: [The last time the chamber was opened, a Mudblood died.] So, I dare say that this time it will be the same. It's just a matter of time before a Mudblood dies... I hope it's Granger."

Ron clenched Crabbe's big fist, and Harry felt that if Ron punched Malfoy again, things would really be revealed.So he quickly gave Ron a warning look, and said, "Then do you know if the person who opened the secret room last time was caught?"

"Oh, right... whoever it is, they must be expelled anyway." Malfoy waved his hand and said, "They are probably still in Azkaban now."

"I thought you would know something..." It seems that Malfoy really has nothing to do with the Slytherin heir, but this trip is not without gain. Harry and Ron looked at each other, planning to find an opportunity to get rid of Malfoy then went to hang out in the common room, but at this moment, Harry's expression suddenly froze.

【I found...you...I found...】

Malfoy moved restlessly in the chair: "Dad told me not to show my face and let the heir of Slytherin continue to act. He said that the school must clean out all mudblood filth, and not to get involved with this matter." Together. Of course, he has too many things to do now. Did you know that last week the Ministry of Magic suddenly raided our manor..."

【I'll...come...to pick you up...】

Harry stood up abruptly, startling both of them.

Malfoy frowned: "Goyle, why are you so nervous?"

"Didn't you hear?" Harry looked at Ron.

"Hear what?"

"That voice, is there anyone else in the lounge?" Harry's keen instincts told him something was wrong, and the voice made him uneasy.

"No, it's just the three of us. Most of us have gone home. What are you talking about? Goyle, something is wrong with you tonight." Malfoy also stood up, he didn't like to look up at others and talk.

"Ha...Goyle, what's wrong? Is something wrong?" Ron also noticed something, stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hush!" Harry listened solemnly, "Listen carefully—"

Now several people heard it, and there was a rapid "swish swish" sound, as if some giant creature was rapidly shuttling around.

Malfoy's face turned pale: "What... what is the sound?!"

Harry's chubby face was solemn, he listened attentively, followed the trace of the sound earnestly, and then turned his head suddenly to the stone wall facing the fireplace—then he saw a bloody maw flying towards him!

A few seconds later, there was no one in the Slytherin lounge.