[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Before the competition, the four deans gave each of the participating students something.

Harry's was a sealed wooden jar, Ron's was a tarnished unicorn mane.Hermione's was a book: Hogwarts, A History, and Draco's was a stick, an ordinary rectangular stick.

"It's really weirder than the other." Ron was the first to comment after taking out their respective belongings.After being attacked by the clown puppet, they were finally able to calm down now, sitting quietly together to discuss the method of escaping the secret room.

It's not easy, Harry thought, resisting the urge to greet Draco in the face.

Listen to what this is called!

"Scarhead, show your skills quickly. Badgers are good at digging their noses to find things in the mud." The vengeful Slytherin viper didn't forget what the other party said about putting lard on his hair, so he faked Laughing, watching Harry's eyes turn red at his sarcasm with satisfaction.

The dark-haired, blue-eyed boy looked at him angrily, then turned his head away and joined the discussion.

After discussing it, they began to search for useful things in the room.For a moment Ron thought there was something wrong with the cabinet in the corner, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get the one with the huge handle open.

Hermione brought back her loot while the boys were struggling.A wooden box, a joke book called geterbad (Together Bad), a porcelain jar, and a hammer.

The process was very simple, and after she smashed the porcelain jar, she got a key that could open the wooden box.From it they retrieved a vial containing an emerald potion.

Affixed to it was the words: If something is distorted, try it.

"The perfect manifestation potion." Draco said, shaking the bottle. "The masterpiece of the godfather—it's a pity that it was wasted on this."

"Come on you!" Harry rolled his eyes at him, and took the potion like a snatch.When he dropped the potion on a piece of parchment from a joke book, a string of numbers appeared on it.

2 - 9 - 4

7 - 5 - 3

6 - 8 - 1

"what is this?"

"Nine squares, Ron." Hermione took the parchment and walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. She muttered, "When I saw the book, I was wondering what would happen. Nine squares, it's an old trick in the escape room."

"What is this doing?" Harry curiously leaned in to Hermione who was fiddling with the bookshelves.

The girl raised her eyebrows angrily, "Didn't you find out, Harry? There is something wrong with the order of these books."

Harry looked carefully at the bookshelf in front of him.Nothing seemed out of the ordinary: the books were sorted and neatly put away, and the books in each set were tightly packed together—wait a minute!

"That's not right," he said.

There is a clean and tidy bookshelf in a messy house, and every book on the bookshelf has been analyzed one by one—someone has arranged it specially, but it is obviously not a book lover, because the books on the bookshelf are all brand new.

"This is to give us a hint." Hermione said, "The point is not here, but the arrangement of the books." She pointed out the key point, "Hundreds of books are arranged well, only nine are upside down , and it just so happens that their codes are the Roman numerals from 1 to 9. In this way, all we have to do is to place them according to the arrangement of the Jiugongge..."

Hermione said, moving her hands constantly.A puff of smoke came out after she placed the book marked with the Roman numeral 9 in the middle of the top shelf.

Something landed in her hand, not Rowena Laventlaw's chocolate frog card as expected, but a note.

my bunny rachel ate something she shouldn't

Please, kind people, please make it no longer painful.

Here are the ingredients for a bunch of Vomit Decoction recipes:

3 spiders

3 flies

5 cockroaches

1 earthworm

slightly foxy egg

"It's...disgusting!" Ron wailed. "I wouldn't try to catch spiders if I could."

For the first time, the redhead's words were unanimously agreed.

Spiders, flies, cockroaches, earthworms, foxes, this thing is simply disgusting!

But they had to, rummaging through the room looking for these creatures after losing their wands.

Other things are fine, but creatures like cockroaches running around and hiding in corners really took a lot of effort.By the time Harry boiled the water in the old cauldron in his room, it was already two hours later.

The time points to six o'clock, which is only 2 hours away from the Halloween dinner.

"In order - oh my! oh my! Scarheads are coming out!"

"I know I know! Damn why don't you do it!" Harry sulked and knocked back the spider that was trying to jump out of the cauldron.

Hermione, being a lady, was certainly not the one to make the vomit potion, and Ron refused to go near the cauldron because of the spider.As for Draco, how could Malfoy do such a horrible thing?

Ever since, due to various reasons, the blue-eyed Badger became Harry's favorite witch Potter.

Certainly not potions!If this mess is a potion formula, the Snake King will definitely pour it down for Dumbledore!Hufflepuff has no doubts about this, the vomiting potion has the creator Albus Dumbledore's name on it, and its existence is such that the person who brewed it successfully couldn't eat a bit of Halloween feast!

"Are you sure it won't eat to death?" Draco said rather skeptically.Rachel the Rabbit had already been hugged by Hermione, and even Platinum Snake was about to start sympathizing with this fluffy little guy.

It might be more pleasurable to give it a knife than to swallow witch harry's boiled meat.

As a matter of course, "Don't let it suffer, you will be free after death."

"I don't think it wants to die," said Harry disapprovingly.He put the small dish containing the decoction in front of Rachel Rabbit, and the little guy stayed there motionless, with his three-petal mouth constantly moving, just ignoring what was in front of him.

The blond Slytherin raised his eyebrows. "Look, it won't want to eat that."

"Really." Harry held a smirk resembling that of poisonous snakes. He imitated Draco and raised his eyebrows. The jar, here, has a green grass blade.

Lovage, a very fragrant seasoning.And the most wonderful thing is that it can fully stimulate the appetite.

As a result, the rare and deflated platinum nobleman could only watch the damn rabbit drink a bowl of vomiting soup with relish, and after that, spit out a wet and sticky Rowena Laventlaw card.

"It's... madman's art!" Draco cursed Dumbledore countless times.He frowned, with a sinister expression on his face.Whether it was the card or Harry trying to wipe it clean, up and down, inside and out - nothing pleased him!

Bad hair, bad glasses, bad clothes... But the worst thing is that he has to admit that he cares about such a person, not only that, but he is also led by the nose everywhere.

"Then the next thing we need is a Hufflepuff." Hermione mused, she didn't know what she needed these cards for.But that's always been the case with escape rooms -- often you get something that you don't find useful until the end.

"Let's look for it again," Ron suggested.

They searched again, and this time it didn't take long for a clue.Hermione let out an "ah" and led everyone over.

It's the locker that won't open.

"Look," said Hermione, pointing to the doorknob, "it's a wand."

An ingenious design, the wood of the handle is hollow, and a wand is stuffed inside.The colors of the two are very close, and if you don't observe carefully, you won't find any strangeness in it.

If wands had been given in the first place... no, the wands were of no use, judging by their progress so far.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, feeling something was wrong.But one step too late, the other party had already pulled out the wand.

The huge cabinet shook, bumped and shook—then, with a crisp "squeak", the door swung open.

A man fell straight out of the cabinet, with messy black hair revealing his smooth forehead, and a lightning-shaped scar on it reached his eyebrows.His emerald green eyes were open, empty and lifeless.

Hermione's pupils shrank sharply, trembling in bewilderment.

With a "snap", the body disappeared, and a cloud of black smoke brewed in front of the cabinet.It tumbled, revealing the face of Tom Riddle.

Then, a hissing sound filled the room.

"Ron Weasley...I know you, all about you, your fears, your crimes, your unforgivable mistakes..."

"Don't listen to it, Ron!" Harry said sternly, "That's a Boggart!"

"You're a betrayer, Weasley. You betrayed your friend because of your jealousy, and you sent him to die. He almost never came back, and it was all your fault."

"Oh! Damn it's over!" Harry snarled.He instinctively looked at Draco and Hermione, the former had a cold face and was indifferent, while the latter was sitting on the ground, distraught.

The voice continued, "With Harry Potter, who will look at you, who has looked at you? What will you do? As the Chosen One, compared with the Boy Who Lived, What are you? It would be great if Harry Potter didn't exist, then everyone would pay attention to you."

"No... no—!" bellowed the red-haired Gryffindor. "I wouldn't want that, and I wouldn't want to! That's never going to happen! He's my brother—I've been inseparable from beginning to end, Close brothers!"

Ron's roar seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he sat down slowly, gasping for breath, grinning his teeth as if crying and laughing.

And the Boggart who lost his target changed another candidate, this time, it aimed at Draco.

On the rough floor, a white marble tombstone appeared out of thin air, and the handwriting on it was as clear as yesterday.

The crossed-out marks, the re-engraved sentences—every letter Draco is clear.Because he remembers, the only memory he has after seventh grade: when he carved the words on Harry Potter's tombstone:

where love is, heart returns

Where is love, where will he return...

The author has something to say:

Lovage

Growth cycle: perennial

Plant height: 200cm

Traits: Perennial erect herb, Umbelliferae

Features: large vanilla, very fragrant leaves, health care for people.

Cultivation: It likes moist soil, has a certain degree of cold resistance, is easy to cultivate, and has no strict requirements on soil.

Uses: A tall aromatic plant that can be potted or planted in gardens. The leaves are very fragrant seasonings that can stimulate appetite. The fragrance has a calming effect and can be made into a diet food.

82. Rowena Ravenclaw (RowenaRavenclaw Middle Ages, birth and death unknown)

One of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.The wisest witch of her time, died young from a broken heart for unknown reasons.

Don't expect much from the author's brain!

Then, this is the memory that the young master remembers.Should not be cruel. . . . .

Finally, why do I feel that this article is getting longer and longer? ! ! !

Do you want to see longer or shorter?

It will probably be a little longer. . . . .

This chapter is a bit urgent, if there is any bug, please tell me.