[HP] The Elegance of the Night

October came, and the damp air permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle, and a sudden cold caught the staff and pupils.

Madam Pomfrey's refreshing potion in the medical wing is very effective against colds, but people who drink this potion will have continuous smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Ginny has been sick recently, and Miss Greengrass forced her to drink a potion. After a while, steam came out from under Ginny's bright hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

On the eve of Halloween, the decoration of Hogwarts halls has been completely new, with patterns of black cats, ghosts and bones everywhere.

Bats fly and circle the walls, ceiling and dining table.Grinning, hideous-looking jack-o-lanterns hung in front of the windows and doors.The candle flame flickered in the pumpkin belly.

"Pansy, your earrings are very chic." Igil praised.

These silver and green scalloped earrings are enchanted with alternating images of skulls and pumpkins.Their color is integrated with the fan shape, delicate but not eye-catching, and will not take away the brilliance of the owner.

"Thank you for your compliment, Lord Igil (nickname)," Pansy smiled and raised his wrist, revealing a bracelet that obviously matched the earrings. "The little masquerade after the dinner, have you decided what to wear? I'm looking forward to it."

"Keep it a little bit of a mystery, Pansy, and you'll find out when the time comes."

"Have any of you seen the Gryffindor foursome?" Draco asked, as the Gryffindor table was visibly empty.

"They're going to Nearly Headless Nick's death-day party," Pansy said with a creepy laugh, spreading her little gold-thread-trimmed lace fan over her mouth.

"I must regret it now, hehehehe..."

"Pansy—" Igil's head was full of black lines. There's no need to make yourself so scary on Halloween, although female ghosts are also one of the themes of this festival.

"That spooky party? They're probably smelling rotting food by now, how pathetic—" Draco gloated.There was no normal living food for a party like that, and the Gryffindor foursome were starving.

At this time, delicious food appeared on the golden plate, and the little snakes stopped talking and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

On the Gryffindor table opposite, the lion cubs were rudely grabbing food, in stark contrast to them.

After eating the delicious tender steak fried to 7 minutes and topped with tomato sauce, Igil heard a cold, murderous voice shouting.

[...Tear you...Tear you...Kill you...]

He put down the tableware in his hand and looked around. The Slytherins still followed the dining etiquette, and the noise from Gryffindor didn't stop. It seemed that no one heard the sudden voice.

【...I'm so hungry... It's been a long, long time... Hiss...】The voice appeared again, with a hissing sound.

It's snake language...

Igil lost his appetite, and hearing voices that others couldn't understand was not a pleasant thing, and even Slytherin's iconic Parseltongue was not very pleasant.

He didn't eat much, Draco pushed a plate of pumpkin pie in front of him, and Igil managed to eat two pieces by himself, and drank some vegetable soup, feeling his stomach was full.

The dinner was over, and the following time was arranged by each house. Draco led the second-year students out of the restaurant. The little snakes talked and laughed loudly, guessing each other's masquerade costumes.

"Merlin—" The crowd in front suddenly stopped moving forward, Draco pushed through the commotion and walked to the front, and Igil followed him closely.

Seeing the source of the commotion, they fell silent like the others.

Below the corridor, on the wall one foot above the ground between the two windows, two lines of scribbled writing shimmered under the reflection of the burning torch.

Chamber of Secrets is opened

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

There was a large puddle of water on the ground, and a scrawny, dark gray cat was hanging on the torch stand, its body stiff as a plank.

The cat's eyes were wide open, staring straight.It's Mrs. Norris...

The four of Gryffindor stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students fell silent for a moment, crowding forward to see this terrifying scene.

"My cat! My cat! What's the matter with Mrs. Norris?" screamed Mr. Filch, the custodian, as his bulging eyes caught sight of Harry Potter.

"You! You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Filch!"

Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers.In the blink of an eye, he was past the Gryffindor four and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"My office is the closest to here, Headmaster," Professor Lockhart said quickly, "it's upstairs, and you can—"

"Thank you, Gilderoy."

The Gryffindor foursome were taken away, the crowd dispersed, the snakes returned to the common room, and no one mentioned the masquerade.

"What do you think?" Igil sat on the huge armchair in the lounge and asked the few people gathered around him.

"Potter didn't do it." Draco expressed his opinion first, the boy with green eyes couldn't do that kind of thing, it should just happen to be in the wrong place.

"No one said it was Potter, Draco." Igil couldn't help but cry, if he wanted to do this kind of thing, he could do it alone, there was no need to drag two seedling wizards and a pure-blood traitor.

"Igil means the writing on the wall, right?" Pansy opened the fan and closed it again. "The Chamber of Secrets, whose Chamber of Secrets, and who is the heir? The other three houses must be targeting us." Pansy sneered, "As far as I know, Hogwarts has many secret chambers, each of which has its own purpose. .”

"Pansy, you can't deny an obvious fact," Igil said, and he chanted a flying spell, summoning a copy of "A Piece of Hogwarts History" into his hand.

Turning the book to the page that records the history of Hogwarts, he read a short paragraph of words on it with his unique voice that had not yet reached the voice change period, which was soft, sticky, but extremely bewitching.

"—Slytherin had a violent quarrel with Gryffindor over admissions, and he left the school—Slytherin built a secret room in the castle, the one he closed, without Man can open it until his true heir comes to the school."

"This is the official history record, and the legend behind it, I don't think it is credible, but it has indeed been handed down." Igil closed the book as he said, and what he will say next is what he saw in a modern miscellaneous journal. The stale will not exceed 50 years.

"Legends say that only the heir can open the secret room, release the horrible things inside, let it purify the school, and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"Is it really Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Blaise wondered, "Who is Slytherin's heir?"

"If Slytherin really wants to have an heir, will he just petrify a cat?" Draco said disdainfully, after making such a big noise, he used a cat to scare people.I am so sorry for such a distinguished surname.

"If I were the heir, I would clear Ellie Windsor from Hogwarts first, I have never seen a Mudblood that she hates so much!"

"I think she's pretty." Clappa pulled Goyle who was speaking, and Draco glared at him and let out a cold snort.

Igil rested his chin with his hands, lowered his eyelids, and covered his eyes with thick eyelashes, no one could see what he was thinking.

"Do you know the third origin of Halloween?" He was silent for a while, and said slowly: "The Celts believed that the sun god helped them grow crops. However, every year the sun god would be killed by an evil man named Samhain." Power attack and imprisoned for six months. Samhain, and two titles, one of which is - Lord of Dead (Lord of Dead), people believe that Samhain called out the dead, they also believe that Samhain will turn the dead into something else , such as cats."

"This time it's just a cat, next time—"

Pan Xi let go of her hand, and the fan fell to the ground, "You mean he's going to kill people! Kill people in the name of the heir!"

"It's just speculation, Pansy." Igil reassured, "I'm sorry to scare you, we shouldn't be talking about this."

"It's the Mudbloods to be afraid of now, Pansy." Draco said with feigned composure, "If it really is the heir of Slytherin who returns, it will only be good for us."

"But if he wants to kill someone—others will attack us, and Slytherin's honor cannot just be ruined by him!"

"We all understand what you mean, Pansy." Igil lowered his eyelids, and a red light flashed in his eyes, "Slytherin's honor should not be trampled on lightly, if anyone uses this name to do something Shameful things—”

"We'll let him know how miserable it is to blaspheme the title of Slytherin!" (Ensemble)

Because, we are all proud Slytherins...

They finished their conversation and went back to their dormitories. Igil went to the owl shack on the top floor of the west tower of the school, and wrote a letter about what happened today.

Waiting for your reply, my dear father, whether it is a counterfeit or a Horcrux, if you dare to use the name of Slytherin, you will bear our wrath——

"Heir" your fate is already doomed...