Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Some news will only circulate in the dark forever. The Christmas holiday passed in a blink of an eye, and Harry clearly felt that almost all the Slytherins and half of the Ravenclaws were very respectful and careful in class, eating Sometimes when I heard other people talking about the dance with great interest, I didn't mean to intervene at all, and some people even avoided it in a hurry.

"Something must have happened." He said firmly to his friend.

Ron was too busy sulking with Hermione to pay any attention to what Harry was saying.

"She made friends with Krum, traitor!"

"...I said, you're really exaggerating, Ron, you're the one who admires Krum, you've always liked him, haven't you?"

"Enough! That's a star, that's not an opponent who wants to compete with you for the first place!"

"But, that's still a person."

"The point is not Krum, it's Durmstrang, you understand?"

"...well, but..."

"No but! Well, Harry, what did you just say?"

"... "

The savior stood up straight against the wall like a conditioned reflex, and a group of lion cubs who had just finished class swayed behind him. Looking at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor passing through the corridor, he immediately understood that those students seemed to have just finished running 3000 meters. What is the reason for sweating profusely.

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Harry said dryly that in his heart, of course, Slytherin needs to be treated with the same caution as Snape. Fortunately, Defense Against the Dark Arts is his specialty, much better than potions.

Ron was not out of breath, and waited until everyone walked over before vomiting out: "Harry? What are you looking at?"

"nothing…"

Harry twisted his neck suspiciously.

Just now, why did he seem to see a strange red mark on Duke Slytherin's wrist under the lace cuff with complicated lace.It looks a bit swollen from a mosquito bite, but it's snowing in England right now... maybe some magical creature.

The matter was quickly put out of his mind, and Harry spent the evening thinking about how to unlock the secret inside the golden egg.

There was nothing in that egg, it was completely empty—only at the moment it was opened, there was a very terrifying sound, like a shriek or a wailing cry, rushed out immediately, and almost everyone who heard it could only One thought, that is, to close the golden egg quickly.

Perhaps they have unlocked the secret, know what to face, and are ready for the next session of spells and coping strategies.

Every time Harry thought of this, he was extremely annoyed.

Krum and Fleur had their headmaster to make up their minds, Aerys had her master, and the mighty wizard knew nothing about that horrible scream for sure.

"You can also go to Professor Dumbledore."

At dinner, Ron was still gnawing on the chicken legs, while waving his oily fingers and saying.

Dumbledore was busy.

Harry lay on the bed and flipped through the Marauder's Map. Even if he didn't go on a night excursion, he always had this habit, because he always felt that if Voldemort entered this school, he must be able to hide it from the map.The savior, who doesn't have much skills for the time being, firmly takes out the parchment hidden in the dormitory every night. Not to mention, he really discovered a lot of things. For example, he can't see the other two on this map. The names of the school's students, including their principal, and the name of the basilisk have also appeared on the map from this year. I ran to ask about these saviors. According to Hermione, this parchment was just borrowed from the castle's magical defense system , the Marauder's Map can only identify people who have signed a contract with Hogwarts.

In the middle of the night, there was a sound of snoring in the dormitory, only Harry's tent was still lit.

Carefully turning the parchment from top to bottom, he did not find the name of the white wizard on the map.

Students always think that the principal is always in the office, showing up in the hall on time for three meals a day, wearing weird gowns, and selling desserts, looking as leisurely as every elderly person. In fact, since Halloween, He spent less and less time at the castle.

During the night of the Quidditch World Cup, the resurrection of Voldemort and the reappearance of a dark wizard from Germany obviously put heavy pressure on the white wizard.

Harry felt he had no reason to bother Dumbledore, let alone find one.

If this continues, he will not get any hints until the second game starts.

Harry couldn't imagine what would happen to him if Hagrid hadn't reminded himself and confronted a fire dragon out of nowhere...

The hand that flipped the parchment froze, and then watched the two black dots with the name "Salazar Slytherin" coming from the cellar all the way into the kitchen, while Aerys' name was wandering in the corridor on the second floor not far away .

Harry quietly put on the Invisibility Cloak and found out the Gryffindor Tower.

The basilisk doesn't have the habit of walking at night, but since "Going to School", a horrible and ferocious monster, has deprived it of the happy time of hibernation, every night after drinking the potion, it will sadly clutch its stomach and crawl a few times in the castle pipe.

In order not to fall asleep and wake up, it didn't even have time to sleep normally.

The owner recently likes to keep it out of the way again.

Climbing from the pipe to the eighth floor and back again, all I could hear were the terrified screams of rats. As for the spiders?Well, since it started going to school, there hasn't been a single spider in the whole castle... Aerys, with her head held high, slid lazily past the group of shivering mice that hadn't had time to run away.

Huh, it's a basilisk with good taste, it won't eat these furry and dirty little guys.

[I really want to sleep... hiss...]

Climbing forward sadly, he stopped at the fork.

Ahead is the way to the Chamber of Secrets.

I really miss the pool where it has slept for 1000 years, the humid air, the cold stone slabs, and the portrait of its owner. Although it has only been seen a few times, and the owner can no longer get in after waking up, it still misses it very much. Get in and have a roll.

——Don’t come here without the master’s order.Come here and don't speak of it.

[Hiss, the master's descendant, it's too annoying. ]

Hungry again, go to the kitchen to scare the house elf into making him a cake.

After vomiting the snake letter, the basilisk, which was about to turn around, suddenly stopped.

Someone smells.In the direction leading to the chamber of secrets.

[hiss--]

The basilisk was angry, the smell was very strong, it should have just entered it not long ago.

Someone broke into the room the owner gave it.

Iris suddenly opened his eyes. A group of innocent little mice yelled hurriedly and then rolled to the ground and remained still. After hesitating for a while, the huge body of the basilisk immediately slid in. The locket belongs to the owner, sleep The pool belongs to it, and no one is allowed in it except the headmaster who gives it sugar and Professor Snape who feeds it potions.

"What have you been watching lately?"

Salazar poked the blueberry-filled chocolate on the plate with his fingers, and conveniently mailed a copy of it to London from the agent of the Muggle Publishing House. A wizard shop specializing in Muggle orders was made with the gourmet food delivered by the owl two days ago. The monthly magazines lay on the white marble table where the house-elves had tidied up with great care.

Along with the book was a booklet bound tightly in brown paper so that not even the title of the book could be seen.

Salazar came back from teaching the second grade the day before yesterday and saw Ling Cha flipping through the book. Although it was strange, but out of his habit, he felt that Ling Cha would throw it to himself after reading it.

But until night, he didn't see Ling Cha raised his head from the book.

Salazar, who was already very curious, remained calm. The good manners of the nobles made it impossible for him to stretch his head to see what kind of book it was. Even if they were actually one person, they did not have this habit.

By one o'clock in the morning, when the supper and dessert were finished, Salazar found that his patience had run out.

"What Muggle book interests you so much?"

Since it was he, not Ling Cha, who couldn't hold his head up when reading Muggle books, the curiosity that emerged was like a paw scratching his heart.

"I'm watching..." Ling Cha was silent for a while, as if looking for an appropriate adjective, "It's something neither you nor I understand."

Salazar raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Really?" Is there something in this world that both of them don't understand?

"That's right, I'm sure." Ling Cha nodded, his eyes were a little strange.

Before Salazar could figure out what the strangeness meant, the two of them were startled at the same time.

Someone touched the magic defense of the secret room?