gray eye to gray eye

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Well, as the party drew to a close, I was somewhat disappointed.

Although I didn't plan to dance, I didn't expect that there wasn't even an invitation!

I feel somewhat lost in my heart!

"Baby, if there is no young master Malfoy watching, all the boys in Slytherin will definitely come over and try again!" Blaise blinked his narrow peach eyes and woke up the dreamer.

"No wonder!" I exclaimed suddenly.

Draco didn't want to dance with girls who were taller than him, and sat next to me with a cold face for almost the whole dance!

There are no students in Slytherin who dare to challenge the heir of the Malfoy family now!

"I said, Draco, if you want to have more suitable dance partners in the future, you'd better start drinking a glass of milk after breakfast every day instead of black tea." I looked sideways at Draco and laughed.

"You idiot!" Draco yelled angrily.

Without the protection of the Malfoy family, how could the still-growing Farmy family resist the coveted eyes of other nobles, so getting close to the inexperienced heir of the Farmy family became the best shortcut...

Sharon Farmly hadn't noticed this in the slightest!

Maybe it's time for Aunt Emma to give this idiot a little bit of the Farmly family estate... Draco's eyes flashed, and he made a quick decision...

When we walked to the third floor talking and laughing, the students in front stopped suddenly, and the noise stopped completely.

Draco and Blaise looked at each other, and the two pushed the people in front of them to the front.

Pansy and I chased them together.

In the corridor on the third floor, between the two windows, on the wall one foot above the ground, some handwriting was smeared, shimmering under the reflection of the burning torch.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant. "

A dark object hung upside down from the torch holder.

The Potter trio is standing right down there!

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened! Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!" Draco looked at the three of Potter with a malicious smile, and raised his voice to read the words on the wall.

"What's going on here?" Filch, the administrator who was patrolling not far away, might have been attracted by a large number of students blocking two sections of the corridor.

He shouldered his way through the crowd to the front.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" Filch staggered back a few steps, clutching his face in horror, and screamed.

"Filch, sir, I'm afraid I have to ask Potter, when we arrived, they were already here?" someone reminded.

"You!" Filch screamed, looking at Potter with wide eyes, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to—"

"Filch!"

Dumbledore got the news from nowhere and rushed to the scene with many other teachers.

He walked past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"The rest of the students are going back to their dormitories, and the curfew is about to begin!" Professor McGonagall turned around and said sternly, "Where are the prefects? All prefects, bring back all the students from your college..."

There was a murmur of dissatisfaction among the crowd.

"Students of Gryffindor, follow up, follow up..."

Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weasley, was the first to shout.

Everyone talked along the way and reluctantly followed the prefect to the common room.

"Draco, let's go, we will get the news sooner or later, Ron Weasley is not a person who can hide his words!" I gave Draco a hand and persuaded softly.

Draco snorted, and walked quickly to the front...

Sure enough, the next day I knew exactly what was going on without even asking.

On the long table, Ron Weasley proudly told every student who asked him about what happened last night.

"We were invited to join Nick... When we walked to the corridor on the third floor, we saw that... Principal Dumbledore said that Filch's cat wasn't dead, it was just petrified..."

"Petrochemical!" Draco immediately grasped the point.

Weasley started talking about attending the ghosts' banquet once again, and almost didn't stop during the whole breakfast, and the more he said, the more outrageous he was.

By the time we left the dinner table it had developed into destiny that he found the writing on the wall...

For days, the students talked of little else but the attack on Mrs. Norris.

The administrator, Filch, would often walk up and down the place where Mrs. Norris was killed, or sneak in the corridor with two red eyes, and then suddenly pounce on the unsuspecting students, trying to find excuses to lock them up Confinement, like they're "panting too loudly," or "hippie-faced," etc.

"Have you noticed, Sharon?" Draco asked thoughtfully, staring at the long table following Gryffindor.

I was busy getting some fried rice that was far away from me, "What?"

"Ginny Weasley!" Draco said through gritted teeth.

"Oh!" I took a bite of the fried rice and sighed in my heart, well, it's closer to Chinese food than bread or steak!

"How could I expect a fool!"

There seems to be the sound of teeth grinding...

More than a week has passed in the blink of an eye, and the matter has not cooled down because of the passage of time.

It has even become popular among students to carry all kinds of strange amulets with them.

"Do they think that silly baby Potter will be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets!" Draco looked at several Hufflepuff students who were obviously avoiding Potter, and said disdainfully.

I don't know how the rumors evolved...

Poor Potter was detained again by Professor Snape with an inexplicable excuse in Potions class to clean up polychaetes on the table.

He himself obviously didn't realize that!

"Who told him to be the first to appear on the scene, according to the thinking of Muggles, he is the number one suspect." I explained.

"Damn!" Draco snorted in disgust.

The next class is History of Magic.

We got to the classroom early and took a better-lit seat.

Draco took out the parchment and didn't know what to write on it.

I opened the magic notebook that Lucius gave me, and carefully read the notes that I took down automatically in the last class. Professor Snape always casually said a few knowledge points that might be of great importance when we didn't expect it...

The Potter trio were several minutes late, hearing Ron Weasley's loud voice just before they slipped in through the back door.

Today, History of Magic classes are as dull as ever.

Professor Binns opened his notes and read in a dry, low and monotonous voice. After a while, almost all the students in the class were groggy. I supported my head and secretly yawned, jotting down the main points.

About half an hour after Professor Binns spoke, something happened that had never happened before.

Miss Granger, who was the only one who would listen to a whole class in History of Magic class, raised her hands high.

Professor Binns, who was explaining the [-] International Conference of Wizards in a very dry manner, raised his head and looked very surprised.

"you are?"

"I'm Granger, Professor." Hermione introduced briefly, obviously not expecting Professor Binns to remember, and then continued to ask in a clear voice, "I wonder if you can tell us what happened to the Chamber of Secrets? "

The students who had been in a trance just now woke up and stared eagerly at Professor Binns.

Professor Binns blinked, panting and said in a dry voice, "My course is History of Magic. I study facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends."

Then, Professor Binns cleared his throat, and continued the lecture just now, "In October of that year, a special group composed of magicians from Sardinia—"

Hermione Granger raised her hand high in the air again, and waved it.

"Miss Granger"

"I would like to ask you, sir, legends are based on facts, don't they?" Hermione said firmly.

Draco stopped the quill in his hand, and looked at Professor Binns with interest.

"Well," said Professor Binns slowly, after the astonishment on his face disappeared, "yes, I think you can say that. However, the legend you tell is a very sensational, even ridiculous story. ..."

Now the whole class was listening intently to every word Professor Binns said.

"Oh, well then," he said slowly, "let me see... the Chamber of Secrets... As you all must know, Hogwarts was founded over 1000 years ago - the exact date is not certain - opened They were four of the greatest wizards and wizards of the time... They built the castle together, away from the prying eyes of the Muggles, because in those days, the common people were afraid of magic and wizards and wizards were persecuted a lot... Several founders They worked harmoniously together, looking around for young people who showed signs of magic, and bringing them to the castle to be raised. But slowly, there were differences between them. The rift between Slytherin and others became more and more Bigger. Slytherin wanted Hogwarts to be more selective in its admissions. He thought magical education should be confined to purely magical families. He didn't want to accept Muggle-born children, thinking they were unreliable. After a while, Slytherin and Gryffindor had a heated argument over this issue, and Slytherin left the school... According to the legend, Slytherin sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that no one could open it, Until his real heir comes to the school. Only that heir can open the secret room, release the horrible things inside, let it purify the school, and remove all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"So, it means that the founder of Slytherin only made the decision to recruit pure-blood wizards because of the persecution of wizards by ordinary people at that time, rather than discrimination or—— Weasley The dark wizard who talks about it all day long." Draco said suddenly.

He didn't deliberately lower or raise his voice, just like speaking normally.

However, everyone in the classroom that was quiet because of Professor Binns' story could hear clearly.

"Oh, oh, yes, what Mr. Malfoy said is true." Professor Binns was stunned for a while before stammering affirmatively.

The professor was quiet for a while, and then a burst of "buzzing" discussions broke out.

Well, apparently because of Draco's statement, the conversation went from the Chamber of Secrets to the true intentions of the founder of Slytherin.

"Okay, the whole thing about the legend about the Chamber of Secrets is nonsense," Professor Binns coughed forcefully, "Of course the school has investigated whether such a Chamber of Secrets exists. Most learned wizard and witch. The Chamber of Secrets doesn't exist. It's just a story to scare the simple minds."

Hermione Granger's hand was up in the air again.

This is a persistent little girl, in fact, Ravenclaw is more suitable for her.

"Sir—what did you mean when you said 'horrible things in the Chamber of Secrets'?"

"People think it's some kind of monster, and only the heirs of Slytherin can control it." Professor Binns replied dryly, "I've already told you, that thing doesn't exist at all! There is no room of secrets, and there are no monsters!"

"But, sir," said Seamus Finnigan, "since this chamber can only be opened by the true heir of Slytherin, it's possible no one else will find out at all, will they?"

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