Snape's personal assistant

As second-year students, they can start to choose courses freely, which is not a big deal.For this reason, Dumbledore specially established a tutor system, assigning students to various tutors for their consultation.

"I want to give up the history of magic." Harry said with his hands ravaging his already messy black hair, "It's so boring. I have to listen to Professor Binns draw a long tune every class." , read the book from cover to cover.

"It's a pity that it's compulsory. I asked Professor McGonagall, as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts. We can't give up. Fortunately, my tutor is not Lockhart, otherwise I don't know how to speak." The frustrated mood quickly spread between the two. Spread among people.

"That's a very important subject, you can't just take it on your own." Hermione's tone was firm, and it wasn't easy for anyone to veto it.

"I don't like Lockhart's teaching method." Ron spread his hands, shrugged helplessly, and his complaints were palpable, "In addition to understanding his preferences, every class releases some inexplicable creatures for us to deal with. Didn't learn anything from him. Even after class he called me out to clean up those annoying creatures. I must have offended him somewhere."

Heck, Ron, who didn't look at the almanac when he went out, was hit by an air attack from Hermione's plane.

"That's because you didn't pay attention. Professor Lockhart will ask us to use a kind of magic to deal with those creatures in every class, so as to exercise our pureness in using magic." Hermione analyzed in an orderly manner, and Hermione looked like a little teacher.

"Yes yes yes, I know I'm wrong, the ultimate big Lockhart fan."

Heck, Ron, who didn't look at the almanac when he went out, was hit by an air attack from Hermione's plane again.

"This will affect your whole life, you can't choose it casually." Hermione warned Ron with a serious face, preventing him from choosing courses by shaking the dice, "What career do you want to do in the future, now Which one must be repaired."

"Professor McGonagall just said this to me this morning." Ron put down his pen and muttered to Harry in a low voice, "She is simply a second Professor McGonagall, sooner or later, sooner or later, she will change Becoming a nagging old nun."

Hey, Ron, who didn't look at the almanac when he went out, suffered the third air strike on his head from Hermione's plane.

"Remember to keep your voice down when speaking ill of others, don't you have bad ears when you're Miss Granger?" Draco was holding a pile of books, standing behind Hermione politely.

Draco's sudden appearance made Harry froze with fright. Myrtle's words still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't think of Draco all the time.

Ron rubbed his head and stared at Draco provocatively: "This is the Gryffindor Tower, are you an honorary student of Gryffindor now? Didn't you see the sign that Slytherin and dogs are not allowed to enter at the door? "Well, unable to stand a Slytherin showing up in his lounge twice in three days, even during the Christmas holidays, Ron transformed a paper clip into a wooden sign with Transfiguration and inscribed it himself.

"Really? That's really sorry, but I don't remember that Weasley and dogs are not allowed." Draco's words were full of respect, but his tone was sarcasm.

"You!" Ron, who didn't look at the almanac when he went out, looked towards the door, his whole face flushed.The broken wooden sign he just hung up in the morning has suddenly become more gorgeous, and it has risen by more than one notch. A giant LED light sign hangs at the door, shining, even double-sided.Weasleys and Dogs Not Allowed are occasionally replaced with animal shapes.

Hermione checked the subject list carefully while marking, and said in a calm tone, "Excellent transfiguration, Mr. Malfoy, but it's a bit easy to offend people. There is more than one Weasley in Gryffindor."

"A little joke, Miss Granger." With a wave of Draco's wand, the lamp changed back to its original paperclip shape.

After Draco smoothed the hair of the little black cat, he said, "Harry, see you at the old place at eight o'clock in the evening. I have a surprise for you."

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you need to choose courses?" Hermione kept ticking off the paper without looking up.

"Choose all, since I have the ability, isn't it the most correct way to give my future self more choices?" The two looked at each other and smiled, "However, Professor Snape suggested that I drop the divination class, the teacher of that class It doesn't seem very reliable."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione smiled slightly, "What can you do for me?"

"Go out and talk?"

"Ok."

"Okay." Watching Hermione and Draco leave, Ron imitated Hermione's accent strangely.

The delicate female voice of "Brother" appeared in Ron's ears, and a little girl dragged a teddy bear and slowly moved towards them.

Ron patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He almost thought that Hermione had shot back: "Ginny, if you're sick, go back to the dormitory and sleep well, or Bossy will drink your potion again."

"Brother, I want to stay here, I won't make a fuss." Ginny lowered her head, her voice was extremely pitiful, but her expression was hard to see.

Stirring his head with a pen, Ron looked helpless: "Then don't make a sound, go, take my robe and put it on."

After solving his sister's problem, Ron seemed to want to confront Draco, and began to spare no effort to persuade Harry to choose Divination: "You have to plan for the future early, and I suggest taking Divination. People say that Muggle classes are a It’s a choice to avoid the important and take the light. The Muggle professors are easy to bully. If you skip classes and fail to hand in your homework, you will be passed. This is what Fred told me. Of course, if you stay in the Muggle world for a long time, you really don’t need to attend classes. But Personally I think wizards should have a solid understanding of the non-magical group, especially if they wish to have a strong connection to the group - look at my father, he always had to deal with Muggles. My brother Charlie is the more outdoorsy type, so he chose to take care of magical creatures. Develop your strengths, Harry, with a lesson in divination."

"..." Although Ron spoke in a gaudy manner, Harry obviously didn't understand what was the basis for him to choose Divination.What about strengths?Shouldn't it be Quidditch for me?

In the end, under Ron's hard work, he still chose the same new subject as Ron.But that's good too, at least someone to go to class with.

After making a decision, the two left the lounge and went to Professor McGonagall to submit the form.Before leaving, Ron insisted on calling Ginny back to the bedroom.

"Miss Granger, did you find any clues in your list?" Draco was anxious in his heart. He now had a bold hypothesis, but he didn't dare to draw conclusions without authorization.

Hermione shook her head bluntly: "I searched up three generations, but no one has the blood of Slytherin. Maybe, I should continue to search up."

"Maybe, we should change the angle and find out what the monster inside is. Based on Harry being a Parseltongue and the petrification incident, I have a hypothesis, maybe, that monster is a basilisk." Draco threw own point of view.

At the beginning of the day, when he tracked down a guy named Tom Riddle, all the clues were suddenly cut off again.There is no detailed record of the special contribution award in any information.Damn it, it must be the headmaster of that class who destroyed all the materials for fear of causing panic.Staring at the medal, Draco almost saw through it, but couldn't see why.At this moment, he suddenly couldn't help moaning loudly, did he throw all the knowledge given by his godfather into the Somali Trench?If one clue is broken, then start with another clue. He is a Gryffindor monster through and through.If you knew where the secret room was back then, would it still exist to this day?He was actually stuck in those old materials and couldn't extricate himself.Find out what the monster is, and find his residence according to the monster's living habits, isn't it a good way.Since there is no record in the Hogwarts library, look for it in the Malfoy family library.I actually left such a treasure house unused, tossing life and death in the safe.

"Snakes, creatures that can petrify, and lifespan at least since the school was founded. I found a bunch of these monsters." Draco opened the book in his hand, and the dense marks on it made Hermione dizzy, "In Combined with the places Slytherin has been to, I speculate that it should be a basilisk. The classification level of the Ministry of Magic: XXXXX, a snake-like magical creature, its sight is the most dangerous attack weapon: any creature that meets its gaze directly will be killed Immediately kill, indirectly intersected creatures will be petrified. As long as there is enough food, the basilisk can live for more than 900 years.".

"But you still can't determine the location of the basilisk, are you?" The little shaggy-haired witch saw blood for a while, her eyes sparkled with excitement, "I remember that there is a map of Hogwarts in the library, you can get it from there." Start, find a suitable place to hide, and break them one by one."

Draco had to admire this little Muggle-born witch, she could always help him make breakthroughs in important links.

But Hermione's face drooped quickly: "The library is closed today, and I may have to go back tomorrow."

"Harry has an invisibility cloak, I have it, I'll get it, you wait for me in the library." Draco's tone became easy-going, without the original barrier.

After handing in the form, at the top of the stairs leading to the dormitory, they met Ginny who looked flustered and pale.

"Brother, I didn't do it, I became like that as soon as I went out." Ginny's voice trembled, and she looked at Harry in horror.

Pushing open the door, the things they just put in the lounge were messed up.

The schoolbags of the three of them were thrown on the ground, the contents inside were thrown everywhere, and the chairs were overturned, piece by piece.

Harry opened his mouth wide and walked towards the table. He seemed to have stepped on something on his foot. Looking down, it was "A Journey with Giants" that had been torn in two.

"God, Hermione will definitely scold again after she finds out." Ron played the role of the little girl picking mushrooms, bent down to pick up books, and muttered in his mouth, "Did you lose anything?"

Harry started sorting the books he picked up, and it wasn't until he threw the last of Lockhart's books in that he realized what was missing.

"The diary is gone," he whispered to Ron.

"What, you're talking about that tattered Muggle diary? If you lose it, throw it away, and it won't cost you much to buy another one." Ron said carelessly, trying his best to get Hermione out of the diary. The crumpled book is smoothed out.

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, and the blood gradually returned to her face: "I came out when I heard strange noises in the dormitory, but I didn't see anyone. It's all my fault, I should guard."

"It's nothing serious, you go back and have a good rest." Ron continued to struggle with the crumpled book.

Harry kept staring at the table that was gradually being cleared, and a terrible thought came to his mind: Could it be that Draco took it?He had seen the diary and had just been here.

"Ah." Harry screamed, crouching on the ground, holding his head.

"All students, please return to the dormitory immediately. All students, please return to the dormitory immediately." Professor McGonagall's serious voice came from the radio, but it was a little more flustered than usual.

"Potter, come out... what's wrong with you, Harry." Professor McGonagall pushed open the door, and when he came in, he saw Harry squatting on the ground screaming and two squatting beside him, grabbing his hands to prevent him from harming himself Weasley.

Harry's headache stopped immediately, without a trace of aftereffect.

"Harry, come with me to the medical wing, you also need to be checked." McGonagall frowned, she smelled the seriousness of the situation, "Well, maybe you'd better come with me, Ron."

"Does the head still hurt?" Contrary to the usual indifferent tone, Professor McGonagall's voice became particularly gentle at this moment.

Seeing Harry shake his head, McGonagall continued: "What you see next will be a huge shock. I hope you will be strong. There is another attack—another double attack."

Harry's stomach twitched in horror.Professor McGonagall pushed open the door, and he and Ron walked over.

Madam Pomfrey was leaning over a long curly-haired fifth-year girl with a book in her hand.Lying next to her is—

"Hermione!" Ron moaned in pain.

But the brunette girl on the bed didn't hear it at all, she just lay quietly, like a stiff ice sculpture.Her eyes were open, lifeless.

"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall, with startling tenderness. "Can any of you explain this? It's on the floor next to them..."

She held a small round mirror in her hand.

"It's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" Ron yelled almost out of demeanor, his ending was even a little hoarse, "He came to find Hermione, and Hermione went out with him. That evil guy, I knew he had no good intentions."

Hearing this, Harry felt that all the muscles in his body were uncontrollable and trembled.

"I'm going back to investigate, Ron, this is a serious matter, don't shout it out yet." Professor McGonagall said heavily, "Anyway, Bobby, you check Harry first. Ron, I'll send you Back in Gryffindor, I need to address the students."

Taking the painkillers newly prescribed by Madam Pomfrey, Harry sat on the bed stupidly. He seemed unable to forget the scene. Hermione was lying on the hospital bed, like a statue.

"What should we do?" Ron whispered into Harry's ear, "Although Professor McGonagall won't let me speak, I firmly believe that it was Malfoy who killed Hermione. How about we confront him? He A Slytherin, maybe a descendant of that Slytherin."

"I think, I'll just go by myself. Professor McGonagall won't let us go out, the two of us acting together is too ambitious." Harry's tone was calm, as if he had made up his mind.

It was a clear, starry night, but the beautiful starry sky was in stark contrast to Harry's terrible mood.

"Another accident happened." Trying to keep his tone as calm as possible, Harry clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, the truth will be found out soon."

"Ha, don't worry, can I not be worried? This time it was Hermione who had the accident, it was Hermione, after she went out with you, she had an accident." Harry said to Draco's indifferent Looking annoyed, Hermione was his friend.

"I know, I know you're uncomfortable." Draco took a deep breath, and no one had ever yelled at him since he was a child, "But we separated after we finished talking, she was waiting for me in the library, Before I arrived, something happened to her."

"An accident happened to her before you arrived. Who knows? It's a good explanation."

"Harry." Draco rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to ease his aching head from days of fatigue.

"How do you explain the myrtle, how do you explain the blood, how do you explain the disappearing diary. Don't tell me that Mr. Malfoy, who has always been polite, just suddenly became curious about the women's toilet. That's ridiculous." Harry looked at Draco like he was looking at a fritter.

"How do you know about Myrtle?" Draco's face froze, he didn't know that Harry had discovered Myrtle, and he had even talked to that female ghost.

"How do you know? Don't be afraid of others checking if you do it. Draco, I really don't want that person to be you, but your recent behavior is too weird. How can you make me believe that you have nothing to do with these petrification incidents?" Anything, and besides, you're a Slytherin."

Draco's patience, under the suspicious eyes of Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, gradually disappeared under Harry's pressing accusations at night, and the high pressure of the past few days broke out at this moment: "Potter! Shut you How dare you... Slytherin, Slytherin must be a bad guy, what a correct conclusion. Only brave Gryffindors are good people, and everything that happens to Gryffindor is Slytherin's fault. Can't I have a bad day, can't I talk to a ghost, can't I talk to the lady know-it-all from Gryffindor? Why do you seem to put all the blame on you ? If you didn’t have a fucking headache, would it be necessary for me to look up those information? Do you know how many days I haven’t had a good night’s sleep just to look up the information?”

Pushed to a certain point, the personable has disappeared.

Harry was at a loss for words when he was pressed for questioning, but now he, who was upright and confident, didn't know what to say, and just lowered his head blindly.

After yelling these few words, Draco suddenly felt very discouraged.Are Slytherin and Gryffindor just old enemies?Squatting down next to Harry, Harry's clean but hard-hitting sad face made him feel tight in his chest.Looking up, looking at the sky full of stars, the night is silent, and the stars are shining with calculated light, Delalka doesn't know what he missed in this big golden light...

"Here." After a long silence, Draco turned the book in his hand to the page about the basilisk and handed it over, "This is the result of my discussion with Hermione this afternoon, we suspected that the monster was a basilisk. Whether you want to report to the principal or sue, you can do whatever you want. Also, return the invisibility cloak, I don’t think it will be of much use to me. As for the golden snitch, keep it if you want, don’t want to Throw it away if you want."

Standing up, he found that the corner of his robe was being grabbed by someone. Draco stopped: "So what..." Seeing Harry's blushing face, he couldn't say anything else.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I'm sorry... don't ignore me. I don't... don't blame you for nothing, I don't know that you did it for me... er, no, I mean... I shouldn't vent all my bad feelings on On you...I...shouldn't suspect...suspect you..." Harry sobbed, and finally couldn't continue.

Still soft-hearted.Draco sighed and crouched down, wrapping Harry in his arms.

After finally waiting for the little black cat in his arms to stop crying, Draco remembered that this stupid kitten had just added an unwarranted crime to himself: "What diary?"

"What?" The little black cat with red and swollen eyes blinked in confusion.

"When did I steal your diary? You also wrote a diary."

After Harry finished explaining the ins and outs of the matter, Draco met with disdainful small eyes: "Malfoy, you never leave anything to chance. How dare you suspect that I did it with such a crude method."

Uh... the little black cat is dead. Compared with the previous charges, doubting a Malfoy's ability is the most unforgivable thing, right?