days at Hogwarts

Chapter 209 2 Hermione: Meow meow meow?

After the two left, Loren knocked on the door of the bathroom cubicle, suppressed a smile and shouted: "They're gone, come out. Let's go to the school infirmary to find Ms. Pomfrey."

"Go away! Don't!" Hermione's voice was soft and thin, as fierce as a kitten's. It may be that her throat and vocal cords were also affected by the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren threatened the little girl faintly: "Let's go, don't go, when Myrtle comes back, this door won't be able to stop her."

Hermione was silent, and thought about it for a while. Myrtle could even watch the male prefect take a bath for a few days. If she saw herself like this, she would definitely not be able to escape the ridicule.

Her tone weakened, with some crying: "You, you promise not to laugh at me."

The corners of Loren's lips curled up, no, there is no guarantee.I want to laugh when I hear the sound, and I want to watch it.

He took a deep breath, tried to control his expression, and said seriously: "Compound decoction is a relatively complicated potion. It is normal to have some problems during use. I am a half-pharmacist and have read many related cases. Definitely not laughing."

Hermione didn't know that the people outside were already looking forward to the cat girl. She thought that Loren was really focused on the potion issue, and felt much more at ease. After a moment of hesitation, she pushed open the door of the private room.

As soon as he looked up, he met Loren's bright, expectant eyes.

Eleven or twelve-year-old cat girl, a small one, with round face and eyes, soft cat fur all over the body, fluffy, looks very good rua.The eyes turned round yellow, and the triangular ears were raised and pulled, with a shy pink color.The tail protruded from the robe, dragging feebly on the floor.

"That's a cat hair!" Hermione cried aggrievedly, "Mm, Millicent must have a cat! But, Polyjuice Potion is not used to transform animals!"

Loren's fingers dangling in the sleeves were shaking restlessly, each one shouting: cute!Want to get started!

He suppressed the thought of joking, if he said something sarcastic at this time, he would definitely be beaten up by Hermione in cat form.

"There have been such cases of animal hair being misused in compound decoction in the past, so it's not a big problem." Loren comforted softly. He did check the relevant cases beforehand.

Hermione raised her head, staring at him expectantly in her round eyes like starlight: "It will recover soon, right?"

"No," Loren's words were extremely cruel. "Instead, it will prolong the deformation time of the compound decoction. Even with the intervention of a therapist, it will take nearly a month to recover."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, and the three pairs of mischievous long beards on her lips trembled, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"But that was a case many years ago, Ms. Pomfrey might have other ways." Loren naturally reached out and touched Hermione's forehead, as if it were an ordinary comfort, if it wasn't for his finger scratching .

Sure enough, it's soft, hot, and feels great!

It's just that Hermione was still caught in the heavy blow and didn't notice it.He was led by Loren in a daze, shrank behind him, walked out of the bathroom, and went to the school infirmary.

The school doctor's office is on the second floor, and they are familiar with the road, and they will be there soon.

Loren stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Ms. Pomfrey, Ms. Pomfrey!"

Strangely, the door of the school infirmary was not closed tightly, but was ajar, and Loren opened it with a light knock.

The creaking sound of the loose-leaf spread in the quiet space, which was particularly obvious.

Loren turned his head and looked at Hermione, both of them had doubts in their eyes.Ms. Pomfrey was an attentive, conscientious therapist, and it was impossible to forget to close the door.

Loren pulled Hermione's fluffy cat paws, stepped into the school infirmary step by step, and moved inside cautiously.

The inside was messy, with a few white sheets scattered on the ground, and some bottles and cans of medicine were also knocked down on the ground.The patient who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed disappeared, and most importantly, the therapist in white was unconscious on the ground in embarrassment.

The two quickly surrounded them: "Ms. Pomfrey! Ms. Pomfrey!"

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"Damn, why is the Slytherin common room so hard to find?"

"I thought it would be easy to find, but who knew that the aisles below are like a maze!"

It took Harry and Ron a while to go back to the Gryffindor tower to get the cloak. After entering the basement, they ran quickly through the labyrinth of corridors in the basement, trying to find the entrance to the Slytherin common room as soon as possible.

As a result, there was no result after more than ten minutes. They never expected to encounter this problem before, and almost thought that today's operation was about to fail.

The two gasped against the wall in frustration.

"Unexpectedly, we would fail for such a reason." A sense of irritability rose in Harry's heart.

Ron looked around: "It would be great if we could wait for a Slytherin man, we can follow him into the Slytherin lounge."

"Gol was brought down by us, and Malfoy mostly stayed in the lounge, only looking forward to Crabbe who has been missing?"

"Well, we can't do anything without Loren and Hermione."

Suddenly, abrupt footsteps sounded in the quiet underground passage.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron quickly put on the invisibility cloak.Harry subconsciously wanted to hide in the cloak, and realized that he was Goyle of Slytherin now, so he puffed out his chest and stood there confidently.

At this point in time, only Slytherins will appear in the basement.Harry was overjoyed: "If it's Crabbe, we'll ask him where the lounge is. Anyway, Goyle is a fool. It's normal not to remember the lounge."

Even better if it's Malfoy...

The footsteps came closer, and when he flashed out of the shadows, Harry opened his mouth in surprise, "Percy! What are you doing here!"

Percy looked weird and panicked at first, but soon calmed down and retorted forcefully as if offended: "You don't need to worry about this!"

"You're Goyle, right?" Percy said with a prefect's attitude, "Go back to your own dormitory. It's not safe to wander around in the dark corridors these days."

"You're just wandering around!"

"I'm a prefect, and nothing will come at me."

Harry looked at him suspiciously, paused, and said tentatively, "I, I forgot where the lounge is... Also, there is a password."

Percy squinted his eyes and looked at "Crabbe" in front of him. His penetrating eyes brought some pressure to Harry.

That's right, it's too suspicious that a second-year little wizard doesn't know the location of the lounge.

Harry prayed that Goyle's usual idiot image would be so deeply rooted that Percy wouldn't notice it.

After a while, Percy turned and pointed to the aisle behind: "Go that way, pay attention to the snake pattern on the torch holder, the direction of the snake's head is the direction of the Slytherin lounge—"

Just as Harry was about to thank him, Percy looked at him and continued, "Today's password is, Glory."

Those eyes pierced Harry almost thinking that the Polyjuice Potion had failed. Harry braced himself, faced Percy's scrutinizing gaze, thanked Percy in a panic, and ran away in a hurry.

After passing several corners and confirming that Percy could no longer see him, Ron pulled off his invisibility cloak excitedly and jumped a few times excitedly: "He even knows Slytherin's password! He even knows Slytherin's password!" I know all the passwords!"

Harry couldn't figure out the situation, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this what the prefects should know?"

"Of course not, Harry," Ron said with a smile all over his face, he was proud of his brother, "Percy must be investigating the heir of Slytherin, maybe even touched the Slytherin lounge pass!"

Harry was equally happy, because it showed that Percy didn't doubt him: "Come on, we have to hurry up."

The entrance to the Slytherin lounge was hidden in the stone wall, and if it wasn't for the snake heads on the two torches facing each other, they would certainly not be able to find it.

After saying the password, the stone door opened slowly, and "Gol" and the invisible Ron strode in.

The Slytherin common room was a long, low basement room with walls and ceiling of rough stone, from which round, glowing green lamps hung on chains.

A fire crackled and crackled under an ornately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, reflecting Malfoy in carved chairs around them.

Malfoy was flipping through a large newspaper, the time was yesterday, and the top of the page read - Daily Prophet.

Harry glanced over and saw that the largest board had posted an event photo of two men shaking hands, smiling brightly.On the left is Lucius Malfoy, and on the right is the Minister for Magic whom he met during the day, Cornelius Fudge.

It says:

Malfoy helps the Ministry of Magic again

Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, met with the eminent philanthropist, gentleman... (long list of names) Lucius Malfoy.The Malfoy family will donate to the Ministry of Magic staff winter subsidies, Auror equipment subsidies... and many other urgently needed funds for the Ministry of Magic...

The Malfoy family will host a banquet for officials from the Ministry of Magic during the Christmas holiday to discuss issues such as the long-term development of the British magic community...

damn it!

Lucius Malfoy was a member of the school board, and he must have colluded with that Cornelius Fudge to arrest Hagrid without any evidence.

Harry gritted his teeth, squeezed and lowered his fists.

Draco Malfoy put the newspaper on his lap, looked up at "Goyle", and frowned: "Why did you come back. Didn't I tell you to stay away from Crabbe? Are you mixed together again?"

Harry remembered what Seamus had said to him. Many young wizards in Slytherin felt that Crabbe was not right recently. It seemed that this was true, and even Malfoy and Goyle were going to stay away from him.

Seeing that "Goyle" hesitated and couldn't speak clearly, Malfoy frowned even tighter.

Harry didn't want to delay on these matters, so he said: "Yes, is there any news about the secret room?"

The topic turned too bluntly, and Malfoy felt a little uneasy. He looked at "Gol" carefully, but he didn't see anything wrong, he just thought he was being stupid again.

He slapped the newspaper on the small wooden table next to the carved chair: "I am also very surprised. It has been two months and the "Daily Prophet" has not reported these attacks. I am really surprised."

Malfoy went on thoughtfully, "I guess Dumbledore is trying to cover it all up. If he doesn't stop it, he'll be fired. My dad said the reform of the school was to get rid of the board of trustees." Dumbledore wants to expand his power. First the school, then what? Ha, the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore wants to be Minister for Magic."

Harry felt that there was nothing wrong with Dumbledore being Minister of Magic, and he would certainly not wrong good people for money anyway.

Harry continued in Goyle's voice, "You, who do you think the heir will be?"

At this moment, Harry felt his scar hurt, and under the guidance of some intuition, he turned his head to look.Seeing Crabbe walking step by step from the direction of the dormitory, Harry felt a pain in the scar on his forehead, and it passed by in a flash.

He walked past several people without looking at them, and walked out of the lounge.Harry noticed a bulge under his magic robes, which seemed to be carrying something.

Malfoy curled his lips, and snorted: "I didn't see anyone during the whole dinner. I thought you were hanging out with him, hiding in some classroom to eat something good, but I didn't expect him to be in the dormitory all the time."

Harry felt the pain go away and breathed a sigh of relief.I wondered why they couldn't get to Crabbe. He didn't go to dinner at all.

Ron, who was hiding at the side, saw the lightning-shaped scar on the head of "Gol", and almost cried out. He quickly grabbed Harry's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "It's time, go!"

Startled, Harry clutched his stomach and ran outside in a panic: "Stomach hurts, go get medicine for stomach pain."

"Stay away from Crabbe! Do you hear me!" Malfoy ordered from behind.

When Harry and Ron sprinted across the Slytherin common room and out of the stone wall, Harry was completely back to normal.Seeing Crabbe's figure disappear around the corner ahead, the two slowed down in unison.

Harry said to the empty place, "My scar just started to hurt suddenly. He must have something to do with Voldemort."

Ron turned out of the invisibility cloak, looked at the direction in which Crabbe disappeared, and said with a headache, "There's really a Voldemort hidden in the back of his head, right?"

"It doesn't matter, let's follow and have a look." Harry said, stretching out his invisibility cloak to cover both of them, and pulling Ron to chase after him.

Crabbe was not fast, at least not as fast as the two running, Harry and Ron quickly followed.

Oddly enough, Crabbe didn't head straight for the basement exit. He circled the corridors of the basement floor and finally entered an unremarkable room.

Just as Harry and Ron were debating whether to follow in, Crabbe came out, with two stiff bodies floating behind him.

Ron covered his mouth and Harry's mouth for an instant, preventing them from screaming, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It's Colin and Justin petrified!

How could they be here?

Are they dead?

Is Crabbe the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?

Countless questions came to the minds of the two of them, they looked at each other tacitly, and followed silently.All the way to a place they are very familiar with - Myrtle's bathroom.

Crabbe stepped into the lavatory, by an ordinary sink, and stretched out his sleeve to a brass faucet. A thin black snake emerged from his cuff, and hissed at the faucet, "Turn on."

The dragon hair emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.Then, the pool moved.They watched the pool slowly disappear from view, revealing a water pipe so thick that a person could slip through the entrance.