The little life of a platinum darling

After finally opening the small door, Feverant felt that he had almost exhausted all his energy.

He tiptoed out of the pipe and onto a large platform.

The platform was surrounded by rock walls, but there was still a light from nowhere that dimly illuminated the entire space.From the bottom of the foot to the end of the platform, there is a flat road paved with bluestone slabs, with tall stone pillars standing beside it, connecting to the ceiling in the darkness.

Feverret stepped forward, turned a corner, and saw the end.It was a statue as tall as the room itself, clinging to the dark wall behind it.The statue had an old, monkey-like face, a long, sparse beard that ran almost to the hem of the wizard's robes carved in stone, and two large gray feet that stood on the smooth floor of the room.

This should be the statue of Slytherin mentioned in the original book, although Feverett really didn't want to believe that the greatest dark wizard in history looked like this.

He walked forward gently, trying not to make any noise, and approached the statue.

In fact, he didn't want to come here at all if he didn't have to.However, Draco's words forced him to do so.

At the end of the dinner, Draco stopped Favenret, who was planning to go to the library to borrow a few books to pass the time before the curfew: "I don't know what the hell you are doing these days, you, and Bo But Feverret, if you want to prove that you have nothing to do with this incident, I'm afraid you have to show some evidence. Now, the whole Slytherin is watching you, you know?"

"I..." Feverret hesitated for a moment, "Sorry, I didn't think carefully."

"Well," Draco nodded at him, "You are my roommate, and you were very good in the first grade, so no one has come to ask you to do anything. The chief asked me to talk to you, and you can do well on your own." Think about it."

Feiwenruite complied, then turned and left: "I will, thank you."

Indeed, if Draco hadn't told him this, he wouldn't have liked it so much.He has always believed in the original work and followed the plot of the original work.But forget that what he is in now is actually a real world.After the petrification incident of Mrs. Norris, Slytherin took this incident very seriously, and at that time, he was already a suspect in the incident.But he was too preoccupied with Harry to sort it out by the end of the school year.Even if some students were petrified later, they still went their own way and disappeared for a while from time to time.This can only deepen the suspicion of him in the academy.

Maybe Draco mentioned it casually when he wrote a letter to his family, so his father asked his godfather to bring him that sentence.

There are only two ways to solve this problem: one is to do nothing, and to act in a place where others can see all the time in the future. When the so-called heir comes out to commit crimes, someone can give him an alibi, then he That's pretty much cleared up, but it doesn't suit Feverett, since he's also practicing Occlumency with Harry in the Room of Requirement.

He didn't tell his father and godfather that he told Harry his secret, because his father would never believe Harry, and the result of telling him would be the godfather or father, trying to make Harry forget about it.But he doesn't want to.So it's not easy for him to propose to them that he wants to learn Occlumency.In fact, his father was going to let him learn this after fourth grade, but forgive him for not waiting (actually the author can't wait...) He felt that he had to do something.

Moreover, the disappearance of Voldemort was not an insignificant blow to him.He has never let go of his worries, but he can't say this to anyone.Father and the others would not agree to him doing this, since his deal with Voldemort was carried out without telling everyone from the very beginning, and Draco and the others did not fully trust him yet.

The second way is to find a way to end this incident.

He always felt that if he came to the secret room today, something unexpected would happen.This intuition often allowed him to escape death when he performed missions for his father in his previous life.So he chose to believe in his feelings, and after the curfew, he came alone to this place that could be said to be a huge hidden danger.

The secret room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, which made people feel a sense of fear for no reason.

"Why are you here?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Feverret turned around and prepared to attack at the same time: "Voldemort!"

"There's no need to be so guarded against me. We have a contractual relationship, don't we?" Voldemort raised his lips and smiled, "Why did you come here? Did someone open the secret room for you?"

"No one," Feverret stopped his unaristocratic movements of looking around: "I am the only one here today, except you." He looked Voldemort up and down.

His whole body is translucent, and the pillars and walls behind him can be clearly seen. He looks about twenty years old, with black hair neatly combed, impressive facial features, and pale skin that matches him well. The present image of the soul.Ruby-like eyes, with the corners of the eyes slightly raised, gave him a flirtatious sense of mystery.

He really looks like a dog, how could he think of making himself look like that?Feverret secretly slandered.

"Only the Parsel Whisperer can open the door to the Chamber of Secrets." Voldemort frowned.

"I came in using Parseltongue, but I'm not sure if I'm a Parseltongue..." Let's put it this way.

Voldemort didn't ask any more questions, he took a few steps and walked in front of Feverret first: "Then how do you know that the chamber of secrets is here, and what are you doing here?"

"It's my turn to ask first," Feverret didn't answer his question, "Where have you been all this time? Why did you destroy my doll? You told me the last time you wanted to tell me. Didn't say. And, what are you doing here?"

"Okay," Voldemort gave up asking, "You have too many questions, and it's too time-consuming to answer you here. I think we can talk slowly after I finish what I have to do."

Feverret stepped forward: "Did you do the last thing?"

Voldemort shook his head: "No, it was the Eternal Boys' President and the Eternal Black Arts Scholar who did it."

"Ah?" Can he be understood as a Horcrux?

The person standing in front ignored him: "I'm just here to check. The two of them together are still very troublesome for me." Then he looked up at the head of the statue: "[Hiss... talk to me Come on, Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts Big Four.]”

Once again, Feverret seriously doubted that the Chamber of Secrets was built by the descendants of Slytherin. Presumably, when Salazar Slytherin was still alive, the Big Four should not have been called the Big Four. They were just stronger at the time. of the four wizards.The Big Four are the titles given to them by later generations.

The statue's mouth opened slowly after Voldemort spoke Parseltongue, revealing a dark passage.

Nothing happened.

"Did you see, little Malfoy," Voldemort said to him, "a huge basilisk should have swam out of there, and it was the murder weapon of what happened recently. It didn't appear, which probably means that it is now out to commit crimes gone."

Feverret secretly groaned in his heart.The basilisk went out, and he happened to be not in the dormitory. If something really happened tonight, then his suspicions would really not be cleared...

But he didn't say this to Voldemort: "That passage, have you ever gone in?"

"Well," Voldemort nodded, "When I was a student, I was very keen on finding the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. This one should actually be the most well-known one. When I came here, I didn't believe in such a big platform and a snake. The monster is the whole content of the Chamber of Secrets, so go into that passage. It turns out that this is actually Slytherin's pet room, and there is nothing there, just a big pool leading to the Forbidden Forest."

The two stood in place and waited for a while, but there was still no sign of the basilisk. Neither the eternal student council president nor the eternal black arts scholar that Voldemort spoke of appeared.

"I think there's no point in waiting any longer, why don't you go back to your dormitory?" Voldemort suggested.

"Go back to my dormitory? What about you?"

"I'm sorry that your doll was broken by me, and I don't plan to live in another doll or something right now. So," Voldemort handed him a ring, "take this."

The style of the ring is very simple, or ugly, made of silver or iron, inlaid with a black gemstone, without any extra processing.

He didn't dare to reach out, this ring reminded him of the Soul Resurrection Stone ring of the Gunter family.