Snape's personal assistant

Professor Te is like a child, insisting on riding a roller coaster, and vomited several times, you didn't see Professor Snape's face, you just ate his

Like vomit..."

Successfully sold two teammates, continue to sell,

"Draco is a bit awkward, but you have to admit that not all Slytherins are bad guys, at least Draco and Professor Snape are not, although Ron yells all the time... that night we went to Malfoy Manor Overnight, Mr. Weasley came to inspect. To be honest, I don’t know what he is looking for. He seems to be making a fuss, doesn’t he... Professor, Mr. Malfoy said that he is just an unknown soldier in the Ministry of Magic, serving the country, He's too humble, isn't he... But Ron always said that politicians are liars, of course, I'm not saying that Draco's father is a liar..."

Three teammates sacrificed heroically, please continue,

"Look, I don't need to wear glasses anymore, it's a birthday present from Professor Snape, but I'm still underage, unstable, and I still have to use it from time to time, kind of like contact lenses, professor, Muggle stuff, you know Yeah... Draco gave me a gift too, so I have to give it back, right... We went to Tump Alley that day, just across from Diagon Alley, you know Professor..."

Well, after successfully selling another teammate, Kitty has finally hit the point, isn't the wine sinking to the bottom?

"Draco stared straight at this ring, but Uncle Lucius wouldn't let him buy it. I don't understand why his family has a big business... Oh, it seems to be a store that specializes in black magic artifacts..." Harry licked the sweet-scented osmanthus honey on his finger, and tried his best to argue, "It's absolutely fine... The shopkeeper said it was stolen by a thief, and it's just an ordinary expensive ring..."

success!The old fox finally got what he wanted, and happily showed his eight small white teeth that were made white by the cleaning potion, but the kitten didn't know it at all, and tried to gossip.

"I saw Professor Lockhart appearing in Assistant Professor Lin's room that night. Professor Snape's face turned dark when he saw it. To be honest, is it really okay for his face to be so dark? Isn't it because of some illness... ..."

After successfully selling out all his teammates and digging out such explosive gossip, the little black cat stopped to dig another spoonful of sweet-scented osmanthus honey, and then remembered the key point of this visit to the principal's office: "Professor, Draco said I was a snake Parseltongue, and said that Parseltongue is the descendant of Slater,

How is this going? "

Before Dumbledore could speak, the door was knocked open with a "bang".Hagrid rushed in with frantic eyes.He had his scarf wrapped around his dark, shaggy head, and he was still carrying the chicken.

"Not Harry, Professor Dumbledore!" said Hagrid anxiously. "Wasn't he not there when that kid and Filch's cat happened? Just because he's a Parseltongue doesn't mean he opened it." the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid kept yelling, waving the chicken anxiously, sending its feathers flying all over the floor.

"You can't wrong him, I can swear in front of Merlin, if I..."

"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore, raising his voice. "I don't think Harry attacked anyone. Would you like some osmanthus honey made by Assistant Teacher Lin? We're having a tea party."

"Oh," Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief, and the chicken fell back limply, and his eyes lit up again when he heard the osmanthus honey, "Osmanthus honey? Well, let me have a sip, um, it tastes great." "

"Alright Hagrid, let's take Harry home, I think our tea party is over." Dumbledore flicked the chicken feathers off his feet while staring at the chicken in Hagrid's hand, "The chicken?"

"Ah, professor, didn't you tell me to raise a few big roosters, but recently several of them died for no reason. Could it be that I didn't bring in a few hens? They are too lonely?"

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as there are a few alive, you can take Harry out first."

The white-bearded headmaster sent Harry and Hagrid away with satisfaction, and opened the curtains. Snape, whose face was dark as if he was sick, continued to stand there for a long time, and obviously heard their conversation , from Harry's praise that he is still a good man to suspecting that he is sick, he did not say a single word, yes, he heard every word.

"Come out, Sev, would you like some sweet-scented osmanthus honey?" Dumbledore pulled the curtain and greeted with great interest, "Should we talk about your black face condition first, or should we talk about your going to Tumbling Lane first?" I heard that you will not lose your charm if you dress up? Young man, don’t be shy, you should dress up at the age you should be dressed up.” Professor Dumbledore desperately took pictures with the courage to defeat the first Dark Lord Pat Blackface Snape on the shoulder.

Merlin bless our little Harry to have an easy life in the future, well, although it is impossible to see the Potions Master's expression.

☆, 66 sieves, it's time for revenge!

Dumbledore cast a powerful Warning Charm and a Soundproofing Charm before the Potions Master went completely berserk.

"Okay, Sev, I think you heard it all." Although the shiny robes of stars and moons on his body made him look childlike and kind, but the eyes hidden under the half-moon glasses have the power of others. Incomparably sharp, "Maybe we should investigate and find out who is behind the tricks. But the most urgent thing is to eliminate this thing, isn't it?"

Snape let out an undeniable cold snort with his nose, took the ring from Dumbledore's hand, held his wand to his chest, and examined it.It took a full quarter of an hour before Snape put down the wand in his hand, then he carefully picked up the ring and held it up against the light to examine it, the surprise in his eyes flashed away.

"It's similar to the magic circle of the Gold Cup, but the level is higher, and the erosion magic circle is added. If it is forcibly destroyed, the person wearing the ring will spontaneously burn because of this magic circle. It's an exquisite design." Dumbledore waited After Snape finished testing, he explained the mystery of the ring in one sentence.

"Sev, it's clear that someone is working in secret. From the gold cup to this ring, it seems to be Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"The Horcrux?"

"Oh, although I didn't appear from the golden cup and was cut to death by Harry's sword before it was fully formed, but just a cup, how could it absorb the life of the boy who held it? There's something far more sinister...a piece of soul. I'm almost sure that the cup is a Horcrux. But that raises more questions." Dumbledore took the ring and held it up high, facing the sunlight , Squinting his eyes, "This ring is undoubtedly a Horcrux. I don't know if you have noticed, but Draco's recent behavior is very strange. A person who always pays attention to maintaining an elegant demeanor, always with fifteen degrees A smirking Malfoy that suddenly becomes moody? It can control people's souls, Sev."

Damn it, he didn't pay attention, his godson has indeed become a little unreasonable recently, but he actually only understands it as the result of quarrels between teenagers.

"One or two randomly appeared in front of us, and Voldemort's carelessness about this Horcrux made me feel very ominous. It means that he may have made-or planned to make more Horcruxes, so losing a Horcrux is not a good idea. would be that dangerous. I don't want to believe it, but no other explanation seems to make sense." He slipped the ring on his finger.

"Principal." Snape's eyes widened in an instant. Putting on the ring meant that the soul on the ring might backfire. Such a dangerous move, this old lunatic actually did what he said.

"I've tried it, and unless I wear it on my hand, I can't crack the magic circle." Dumbledore explained to the surprised Snape.

"But the crest of the Malfoy family is really useful, at least it didn't make Draco's soul sucked by the ring. The ancient pure-blood family did write secret books, it seems that I have to talk to my students, maybe I can get a batch Come."

Hey, Mr. Principal, do you think Malfoy Manor is a wholesale market?Do you want to wholesale things like family badges that only family members have?

Hearing this, Snape raised his eyebrows: "Even I may not be able to prevent the pain and injury caused by the backlash of the ring."

"No no no no, Sev, just save the life of this old lunatic who chatters all day long. At worst, I'll go and discuss beauty charms with Lucius." Dumbledore blinked in return .

"Wait, I'll go get the medicine box first." Seeing this old lunatic who was covered in stars and moons smiling like I know you care about me, Snape gritted his teeth and spit out a seemingly vicious sentence, " Suffer you to death."

Professor, it's not lethal at all, okay?Well, for Mr. Principal, who likes sugar, the suffering is really unbearable.

Snape was back soon, the seriousness of the situation making him quicken his pace.He let Dumbledore drink a few bottles of protective potions first. To be honest, he didn't know whether it would work or not, but at this time he could only see the tricks.Soon, when the layers of protection against black magic were cracked and peeled off, and the last step was to destroy the soul inside, a piece of broken soul instantly turned into a strange green fire dragon. The two fire dragons intertwined and coiled around Dumbledore's hand. It skyrocketed and soon burned Dumbledore's arm.And a blood-like, black and sticky thing seemed to be seeping out from the ring.

Li Huo?Snape immediately took out a bottle of lavender potion from the medicine chest and poured it on Dumbledore's arm. The Goblet of Fire blocked the way, and the range was controlled on one arm, but the fire did not diminish.

Dumbledore's good hand clutched the edge of the table so tightly that the fingertips were numb.

"Principal, this potion can transform your physique and extinguish the fire, but it will produce hallucinations, you bear with it." After finishing speaking, Snape took out a small bottle of black potion and poured it into Dumbledore's mouth. .But as soon as he came into contact with potions, Dumbledore struggled fiercely and resisted strongly.

The flame in Dumbledore's hand was slowly extinguished as the potion took effect, but his face was twitching, as if he was in a deep sleep, having a terrible nightmare, and he muttered: "I don't want...don't force me...

"No, Professor, you have to drink it up, it will save your life." Snape looked at the pale face he was so familiar with, at the aquiline nose and half-moon glasses, gritted his teeth and took the bottle He stuffed it into Dumbledore's mouth and poured it down.

Dumbledore screamed, but the shrill voice was blocked by the Soundproofing Curse. If it weren't for that spell, the whole of Hogwarts would probably be boiling: "No, no, Anna, don't, you can't. No, don't force Me. Gail, don't push me."

"It's all right, Professor, it'll be all right soon." Snape felt his hands tremble, although it should be said that he hated this old lunatic all the time, but seeing him like this.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," he cries, "Please let it stop, I know I'm doing it wrong, oh please make it stop, I never, never again ..." Dumbledore curled up into a ball, and it seemed that some invisible people were tormenting him around him.He waved his hand wildly, but Snape pressed it down, and continued to fill the vial, but because of Dumbledore's struggle, he couldn't get it in anyway.

"Come on, drink this, drink this, you'll be fine soon." Snape squeezed Dumbledore's mouth open like coaxing a child, trying to let the potion flow in.

The potion in the medicine bottle finally bottomed out. Dumbledore jumped forward, screamed loudly again, and beat the ground with his fist: "Let me die, let me die."

"Enough, it's over, wake up, it's just an illusion." Snape turned Dumbledore onto his back.His half-moon glasses were askew, his mouth was gaping and his eyes were shut.

The potions master took dozens of precious potions and opened the old fox's mouth and poured them in, not caring at all about Dumbledore's face getting greener and greener after being poured by him.

The effect of the medicine was very fast, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched, he slowly opened his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Sev, as an excellent potion master, when will your potion pay attention to the taste? , Really, it’s really hard to drink. Work harder, and you’re guaranteed to get another Merlin Medal.”

"Do you think you are a five-year-old child? Do I have to prepare you with various flavors for you to choose? Do you want strawberry, lemon, or grape flavor?" Seeing that Dumbledore gradually recovered, Snape used Supporting his waist with hands, let him sit up.

"No, no, honey flavor is fine, don't make it look like Bibi's multi-flavored beans, I don't want to eat that kind of thing again in my life." Regardless of Snape's death light, Dumbledore panted and said hit back.

Snape caressed that withered and scorched arm, and his ugly face darkened again: "The black magic is imprisoned in your arm, and it will take at least a month to fully recover. I don't know how much precious money I will waste during this period." Potion, you old man, are you crazy, you actually use this method."

"Don't worry, Sev, Jin Gallon will be paid to your account, don't be so stingy." Dumbledore finally took a breath.

"It's not Galleon's problem. Are you full of Galleons? You can't buy many potions with Galleons alone." Great Merlin Medal Winner, Potion Master, Slytherin Snake King Decided to add more Coptis chinensis next time, unless, unless Dumbledore let him extract the ingredients directly from those magical magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.Don't think he doesn't know, Hagrid's reckless troll-like Gryffindor has a lot of acromantia.

"At least no horses, Sev, if you can do the rest, you can do it yourself." Hearing Sev's merciless snort, Dumbledore smiled, but after the smile slowly disappeared, a feeling of shame The expression spread across his entire face, and there was a trace of apology in it.

The two were silent for a long time, one was recovering his strength, and the other was sorting out the potion.Dumbledore looked at Snape's pale skin because he hadn't seen the sun for many years, and the dark robe all the year round. For the first time in his life, his heart ached so much for this potions master, and his nose hurt. As if blocked by something, he cleared his throat and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Sorry, Sev."

"What?" Snape stopped arranging the potion and looked up at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"About, about Lily, I, I'm sorry." Dumbledore leaned against the foot of the table panting, "I said I would protect her, but I didn't keep my promise."

When Dumbledore felt that his legs were going to go numb, Snape said slowly, "No. It was me, it was me..." His voice seemed to be blocked by something, and he finally stopped talking.

One drop, two drops, water droplets slowly spread out on the ground, and whose heart it was hitting.

☆、67 Broken Egg Christmas

The semester is finally over, so quiet that even the sound of snowflakes falling from the castle to the ground can be heard.Harry felt peaceful, not depressed.One thing he enjoyed was that he and Draco could run around Hogwarts where few people were there because of the holidays.This means they can play without fear of being stared at, and practice fighting in private.Well, although sometimes it's a bit like walking a dog, it's often Harry running desperately in front, and then dragging him to the back with a face of reluctance, but he doesn't know if it's because it's too cold and a bit frostbitten. Raco.

"Wake up." Someone said loudly, and the curtains were drawn, and the cold air from outside the window rushed in, and Harry's little face shivered under the quilt.

"Ah, it's so cold, Harry, close the window." Ron got up from the bed in a daze, sucking his dry nose, yawning, and with his little finger, he raised his hands and picked the non-existent eyeballs in the corners of his eyes.

"Ah, stinky rascal, why don't you sleep with your clothes on!" Hermione's scream almost shattered Harry's eardrums.

Ron, who finally woke up, covered his chest with his hands in horror: "Who sleeps with clothes on, it's healthier to sleep naked."

"Hermione, did I ever tell you that you are more suitable to be a thief than a school bully, so you broke into the boys' dormitory without a sound?" Ron pulled the quilt over his body to cover his face. Two small plum blossoms.

Hermione slammed the present into Ron's face with a slam, and this time he kept his mouth shut.

Harry groped for the eyes on the bedside, and after putting it on, there was a gift Hermione gave him—a precious eagle feather quill: "Hermione, why don't you go home for Christmas this year?"

"My parents decided to go to Australia for vacation this Christmas. According to previous years' experience, I went with a 24-watt light bulb, so I'd better stay in school." Hermione pulled Ron's recliner and lay down comfortably. on top.

"It's also a light bulb in school." Ron murmured as he put on his sweater.With a snap, he was attacked a second time, this time, by the innocent Potions textbook.

Harry didn’t have many Christmas presents this year, except for Hermione, only a pair of toothpicks from Aunt Petunia, syrup from Hagrid, and the book "The Quidditch Collection" from Ron. A book of his favorite Quidditch anecdotes.

The Great Hall looked stunning, not only with the two Christmas trees hung with frost, with the heavy friezes hanging from the ceiling, with the evergreen pepper tree that criss-crossed the ceiling, but also with the The falling snow adds to the festive atmosphere.

"God, can't this old lunatic stop and have a rest, it's Christmas, can't he let my ears go?" Dumbledore led the singing of some of his favorite carols, out of tune, out of tune , Draco couldn't help snorting from his nose, but he still calmly sliced ​​the steak on the plate.A Malfoy must be elegant anytime, anywhere.The platinum nobleman persuaded himself in his heart, he couldn't ask his father to blow up the school with dynamite just because the principal sang badly.

Harry sucked the pumpkin juice and watched Draco's movements in admiration. He had two extra rings with simple and complicated patterns on his right little finger and left middle finger, so that four of his ten fingers wore ring.God, isn't Draco afraid of cutting the steak and cutting the ring and falling on it?

Draco sat with the Gryffindor Triangle for the first time today.Hermione was fine, but Ron was still in conflict with Draco, so Harry had to sit in the middle as a peacemaker.However, because it was Christmas, there were not many people staying at the school, so the principal decided to let everyone sit at the same table, so it didn't seem too strange.

With several glasses of eggnog down his throat, Professor Lockhart became more and more elated, completely ignoring Snape's black face, and wrapped his arms around Snape coquettishly, wanting to have a drink with him.Looking at the empty seat next to Professor Snape on the teacher's table, Harry felt an unusual sense of guilt. He remembered that last year, Assistant Professor Lin spent Christmas with them and even gave him a Christmas present.Since the last spontaneous combustion incident, he has never seen Assistant Professor Lin again.Thinking of this, the eating movement in his hand also slowed down.

"Here, eat quickly, why are you in a daze." Draco scooped up a spoonful of milk pudding with a gloomy face and put it on Harry's plate, very dissatisfied that his little lion was distracted majestically while eating with him.

"Oh." After being fed, the little lion raised his head and smiled at his owner, then continued to eat obediently.However, Draco seemed to be missing something.

"Lend me the invisibility cloak later, I'm going to the restricted area of ​​the library." Draco lowered his voice and whispered in Harry's ear.

It was very cold on Christmas Day, and the sky had been overcast since the morning, with no sunlight, as if it was going to snow heavily.

Assistant Professor Lin got a piece of good news and a piece of bad news on this day.The good news is that practice is canceled on Christmas Day, and you can still get a good Christmas dinner.The bad news is that he has to clean the entire room by himself.

Ah, just a normal room.May I ask what is the internal organs of the frog next to the cauldron over there, what is it, and is it dragon droppings?Well, although he knows that dragon feces are very valuable and have medicinal value, but all he saw before were dried, okay?Mouth, it's damp and smelly, and there are a few little friends flying on it, it's obviously fresh, okay?

"Dry and crush those dragon feces. If you leave them for too long they will stink, and the medicine won't work well. Handle them carefully. It's my Christmas gift." Gellert originally planned to step forward and emphasize to Lin Kaiwei, and approached After a few steps, his face froze, and he quickly backed away, "Since you are the Potions class assistant at Hogwarts, you must be clear, I'll take a shower first." After finishing speaking, he went straight to The bathroom flushed.

Although seeing Gellert's face full of blood, Assistant Teacher Lin felt overjoyed.But, wool, I am not afraid of the smell if you are afraid of it. What is it if you pinch your nose in disgust when I am sorting out dragon dung.Do you really treat me as free labor?That’s not the case with working part-time and paying rent, right?Well, you can't fall, if you fall, you will smear yourself in the face.

Even if he is out of practice, Assistant Professor Lin said that his life is very difficult when Christmas is overshadowed. His hands and feet are cold and his head is dizzy. According to Assistant Professor Lin's many years of clinical experience, he is stinky.

After tidying up the pile of dung, Assistant Professor Lin tilted his head, resting his head on his hands, and couldn't help staring at the small table that was full of slow things every morning when he woke up.What a magical little table, the food and daily necessities they usually ate appeared on this table the next morning, quietly.Including the hot fresh dragon and phoenix wrapped in wrapping paper that he saw when he got up this morning.He didn't know how many times he tried Apparation, and he was sure that this room could not use this magic, but he had never seen any messengers like owls, so where did these things come from?

It’s not that I never thought about asking, I practiced too hard some time ago and forgot.When I saw Gellert put a pair of knitted wool socks on the table yesterday, I was about to ask, but he couldn't say anything because of the melancholy look on the other side for a second.

An hour later, as the door of the bathroom was pushed open, a large amount of water vapor scattered in all directions. Gellert lowered his eyes, put on a bathrobe, and tied a belt casually in his hand. Cast a warming spell.The golden hair sticks to the ear because it is soaked in water, and the undried water drops drip from the hair, sliding down the perfect muscle curve, leading people's realization all the way across the navel, and finally being covered in the In a white bathrobe.

What a picture of a coquettish man coming out of the bath, but unfortunately no one watched it.

Gellert walked to the table, picked up a small cake, sat down on the sofa, took a bite, and chewed carefully.Then, a smile appeared on the corner of the blond man's mouth.He did it.The soft taste, the fragrance of lemon and milk are intertwined, the sour is sweet, the sweet is sour, and the amount of chocolate crumbs mixed in is just right.Just like, their, love.

Well, I can't help it.Gellert put the rest of the cake into his mouth, and turned his gaze to Assistant Professor Lin who was squatting at the foot of the table and staring at the table in a daze, looking stupid as hell.

"Did you open the door to some new world?" The former Great Demon King, who had waited for a long time without a response, cleared his throat unbearably.Even if it's the predecessor, you have to be dignified, okay? After staring for a long time, there shouldn't be any big brother demeanor.

Looking up and seeing the cake crumbs on the blond man's mouth, Lin Kaiwei's mouth moved as if muttering something, and then he glanced at the man with disgust: "These cakes and dung have been put together for a long time, even if I use the freshening spell, Don't you feel panicked after eating?"

It wouldn't be a problem without you.The corner of Gellert's mouth twitched, and the veins on his forehead twitched.On such a beautiful Christmas morning, after many years, he received another gift from his lover and ate it - a small cake that was smoked for a long time next to dragon dung?

"But how did these things come out? No apparition, no owls, and this shabby house doesn't even have a passage to the outside world." Assistant Professor Lin scratched his head with a puzzled expression.

"It's a house-elf."

"There are house-elves in this house?"

Gellert raised his forehead: "House-elves can come and go freely in places where anti-apparition magic is set. Many magic spells of wizards have no effect on them."

As he was talking, new food appeared on the table in an instant. Just as Gellert was about to take it, Assistant Professor Lin jumped up from the ground, snatching the food with the momentum of jingle bells, grabbed a piece of apple pie, and gobbled it up. Chewed up.With a mouth full of stuff, he still complained: "Why is there no water? It's Christmas, so it's not too much to have a glass of beer. I've been tossing dragon dung all morning." A glass of butter beer popped up, and Assistant Teacher Lin took the lead again.

Mr. Gellert Grindelwald: "..."

So, for the second time in his life, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, the former Great Demon King, was robbed of food from his mouth.You know the first one, it’s called fun.

"The break is cancelled, today's special training." These eight words happily popped out of the mouth of the big devil.

"Didn't you have a good rest today?"

"You look very energetic." Gellert poured himself some tequila while Assistant Professor Lin was hairy, "Take off your clothes."

"What do you want?" Lin Lie Nu clutched her chest in grief and indignation.Hey, Assistant Professor Lin, you and Ron are in sync.

"What do you say?"

"Don't issue □!"

In the corridor, when Draco looked up at the old lunatic principal, he smiled and showed eight small white teeth: "Mr. Principal, can I return my ring?"

"Oh, Draco, of course, of course." Principal Dumbledore didn't feel the embarrassment of being asked for something at all, and smiled and took out the ring and returned it to Draco, "Young man, now you can wear it with confidence. But For the sake of your health, you should wear fewer rings."

Draco raised his eyebrows and showed a standard fifteen-degree smile: "Mr. Principal, is there really a mysterious creature locked in the secret room?"

"No, why do you think so? It's childish. It's just a legend, the Chamber of Secrets doesn't exist." Who is Dumbledore?President of the Order of the Phoenix!Can you be tricked by a second-grade brat?The old fox pulled a thousand pounds four or two, and Draco was completely defeated.

You are the child, and your whole family is a child.Although he was jumping with anger in his heart, Draco still maintained his proper demeanor and bid farewell to Dumbledore politely.

"... that's enough work for me! I still have to clean all night, as if my business is not enough! Damn Peeves, bloody Barrow, what fun is it, it's a ghost, in the water Isn't it the same in bed? No, this is the last straw. I must go to Dumbledore..." Filch babbled and cursed as he led the rag.

Hearing the sound of cursing, Harry immediately poked his head around the corner. He had just returned from delivering the Invisibility Cloak to Draco, and got his Christmas present.Draco gave him a big bag of sweet-scented osmanthus candies. Although it wasn't as delicious as Assistant Lin's, it could be seen that Draco put in the effort to make it.The Malfoys gave him a copy of The Dark Arts and a set of limited edition robes.To be honest, he wasn't very interested in robes, but "The Dark Arts Teaching" was much more interesting.If you ignore Mr. Malfoy's bonus with the book: learn by yourself, and try to solve your teacher as soon as possible.

Mr. Malfoy, what kind of hatred do you have with Professor Lockhart? Isn't it such a strange thing that people write wishes on Christmas cards?

☆、68 Chaotic Christmas

However, he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, so he hit the gun and met Filch.The stairs of Hogwarts are so magical that they will change direction if they are accidentally touched.Today Harry was in a daze and went in the wrong direction.Fortunately, he was able to hide quickly, otherwise he would have to be scolded if he was not caught. You must know that after the petrification time of the cat, whenever Filch met Harry, he would make trouble for him.

He gave the reason why Filch yelled: a lot of water was overflowing most of the hallway, and it seemed to be still overflowing from the women's toilet.Now that Filch had stopped shouting, they could hear Myrtler's cries escaping from the bathroom wall.

Curiosity killed the cat.Harry pulled his robes over his ankles, wrapped them around the presents, and stomped through the puddle of water to a door with a sign that read "Malfunction." Ignoring the sign above the Ladies Restroom, he pushed it open and walked in. .

A ghost was crying, and the bathroom was dark because the flood had put out the candles.

"Hello, are you all right? What's going on?" Harry asked cautiously, he wasn't very good at dealing with crying girls.

"Who is it?" the ghost sobbed sadly. "Throw something more at me. Or make a mess of the water in front of my face."

Harry waded through her den with difficulty: "Why would I throw things at you and even mess up the water? If Filch catches me, I'm dead."

"Don't ask me!" cried the ghost.She stood up and splashed more water onto the already soaked floor, "Here I am, doing my own thing, and someone thought it was funny to throw a book at me..."

The ghost pointed angrily at the floor. "There it is, all faded by blisters."

There was a thin little book there.Its black cover is very worn and wet like the rest of the bathroom.It really looked like Ron Harry walked up to it and picked it up, and when it peeled off, it was blank.There is no trace of writing on the pages.

"Hey, now even Draco doesn't come to see me, and someone throws books at me." The ghost cried louder, it was deafening.

"Draco?" Harry tamed his ears that were almost shattered, and felt a little baffled, how could Draco come to the women's room.That's not what a gentleman should do.Maybe someone at Hogwarts named Draco?Although he knew it was unlikely, Harry still asked, "Draco Malfoy?"

"Who else? Oh, he is so noble, he is like a prince." Myrtle clasped her hands together and put them on her chin, looking fascinated.

"But this is the women's room, what is Draco doing here?" Harry was even more confused.

"What to do, what to do, what to do," the ghost suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, "He's Malfoy on top, and I'm just a weeping myrtle, who am I to ask him? Even if he Covered in blood, even if he panics and fears, all I can do is to accompany him silently."

The oozing water soaked Harry's robe, and he couldn't help shivering when the cold wind blew: "It's covered in blood? How could Draco be covered in blood?"

"Who knows, maybe he's fighting a dragon? That's the most embarrassing look I've ever seen him, with blood splattered all over him, and even a few chicken feathers on his head." After finishing speaking, Myrtle Turned around and continued to cry.

Back in the dormitory, Harry didn't even have time to rejoice over receiving so many gifts, he just felt a chill down his spine.Hagrid had said that the last rooster kept dying for no apparent reason.But what would Draco do if he had nothing to do with killing the cock?

"The mysterious secret room has been opened. Descendants of the enemy, beware." The red handwriting hit his heart, and he still remembers the ink dripping from the handwriting.Could it be, could it not be red ink, but blood.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help feeling like he was falling into an ice cave.

"Harry, what's wrong with you. Your expression looks like Ginny's. Are you suffering from puberty dysphoria as Fred said?" Ron rolled over from the bed and patted his shivering face. Lee, one touch