HP Dawn Night

The accident at the Slug Club has been a favorite anecdote for Hogwarts students for several days.Of course the school pursued this, but the clues were quickly broken: Slughorn had a rich collection of wine cabinets, and even he himself couldn't remember who gave him the bottle of mead when.Ironically, it seems that Slughorn is the one who is most likely to add the love potion; what is unbelievable is that assuming it was done by someone else, why must the love potion be given?

Although Slughorn is a bit of a snob, he certainly didn't put the love potion.The clues stopped abruptly here, and no one could figure out what was going on.Fortunately, those who were sent to the school hospital returned to normal after just a few hours. Gradually, everyone pretended that this incident had never happened, and only a few people occasionally talked about it in private as a joke.

For me, the only confusing thing is who is the undercover agent hiding beside me.Reluctantly, I have to admit that the Greengrass sisters are unlikely.I have considered using Veritaserum to further test their details, but all kinds of information indicate that I don't need to drill into the dead end.

So maybe it's time for me to take the next step?

I mixed the colorless and odorless potion into the water and watched Millicent Burst fall into a deep sleep.I made the quilt for Millicent. No one would know that she had taken the sleeping potion. Even if Daphne saw it, she would only think that she had gone to bed early.I looked down at her for a moment, sorry I had to, but I had to make sure I wasn't exposed—then I took her wand and closed the bed curtains.

Being a prefect allowed me to still be in the corridors after curfew, and I came near the bathroom.This is not my inspection area, so my movements must be fast.

Mrs. Norris walked over from the other end of the corridor without a sound, and the cat froze in place after a flash of red light.I took the pre-prepared blood from the pocket of my robe, and with my wand, I wrote a line on the wall: "The Heir Returns."Then there was a puddle of water.

The next thing I have to do is to leave, and wait for the prefect who patrols here to find this tragic scene—it is exactly the same as the scene when the basilisk was haunted three years ago, Mrs. Norris fell lifelessly on the ground, water stains, blood word, washroom.

But I overlooked an accident:

"I saw what you did!" Myrtle's voice sounded suddenly, and I turned to see her peeping at me through the bathroom door. "You are not the heir of Slytherin."

"Of course I'm not." I frowned. It's a coincidence that I can't waste too much time here. "Don't make a sound—"

"—what do you want to do?" Myrtle ignored my request, she stared at me through thick glasses, and I felt extremely uncomfortable:

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

"Oh, well, well, it's none of my business," said Myrtle dully, "and if people come later and ask me if I've seen anything, may I tell them you've been?"

"You don't know my name—"

"Slytherin's prefect! I don't know, the professor and the students all know!" Myrtle announced triumphantly, but the situation was suddenly reversed, and I had to humbly ask:

"Don't...you want to keep it a secret for me, okay?"

Myrtle floated slowly in the air, thinking carefully.There was silence in the corridor, but I knew I didn't have much time: "Okay, I beg you. How do you keep from telling people?"

"Well... I'm easy to talk to, as long as you promise to come and chat with me?" Myrtle said, rubbing her chin.

"to chat with?"

"It's lonely in the bathroom by myself," she said as it should be. "Also, you have to tell me your name."

"No!" I flatly refused.

"Then I'm going to—"

"I can give in, I promise to come and chat with you at least four times a week." I had to back down, "What do you think?"

Myrtle looked angry: "Your heart is too dark! I'm going to tell them—"

"Then tell me, it's just a prank anyway, no one was hurt." I decided to fight fire with fire.Sure enough, she suddenly became depressed: "Let me think about it..."

"That's it. You keep it secret, and I'll chat with you. In this way, both of us can benefit." I stared at her closely, "How is it?"

Myrtle was very reconciled, but I put on a look of determination, and she stared at me for a long time: "Okay."

"You have to keep your word!"

"Yes, yes, you keep your word," said Myrtle.

I very much doubt that she will actually keep it a secret, but time does not allow me to confirm it further.I gritted my teeth, and immediately left as quickly as possible, and went upstairs to the place where I was inspecting.

Five minutes later, Hannah Abbott screamed: "Heir of Slytherin! Chamber of Secrets!"

I quickly rushed down pretending to be ignorant, and happened to meet several other prefects. "What's wrong?" "I don't know!" "The sound seems to be coming from the bathroom."

When we arrived, Professor Flitwick had already arrived first. He looked at the blood on the wall with a serious face, and Hannah Abbott stood aside, tears on the verge of falling.

Everything was like a repeat of history: the professors were all stunned by the scene before them, and they immediately decided to notify Dumbledore.When the administrator Filch came slowly, he saw the nightmarish scene. It was "yesterday all over again". Poor Filch was crying and yelling that another basilisk had killed him cat.

I felt a little bit guilty for a while, but when I recalled how he was a helper during Umbridge's time, I was instantly relieved.

When Dumbledore arrived, my heart was in my throat, and the whole plan was at stake.I assumed Dumbledore would test where the blood came from (no dead rooster this time), so I mixed rat blood with a poison that would kick in as soon as Dumbledore tasted the blood— —

Dumbledore scanned everyone majestically, and took the lead in comforting Filch: "Don't worry, it might just be a prank." He calmly reminded, "Mrs. Norris was hung on the wall last time."

Immediately after he asked who discovered the scene first, Hannah Abbott raised her hand tremblingly.Dumbledore nodded slightly, then bent down to check Mrs. Norris on the ground.

"It's not a basilisk." After a short look, he confirmed, "It's just a petrification spell." He waved his wand, and easily broke the petrification spell, and Mrs. Norris was safe and sound.Filch's sobbing stopped abruptly and he let out a ecstatic scream.The tense atmosphere eased, and Professor McGonagall interjected:

"Dumbledore, but the blood—"

My heart reaches my throat:

"Since the basilisk is fake, of course it is also fake." Dumbledore judged.

"It does look like real blood..." Slughorn suddenly leaned forward excitedly, "Let me take a look." Without waiting for anyone to stop him, he stretched out his hand to get some blood, After observing for a while, he put it in his mouth, "That's right, Dumbledore, it's—" His face suddenly turned purple, and then he fell to the ground, his mouth wide open, his eyes widened, and a sound like phlegm came out of his throat.

"Professor Slughorn!" cried Professor Sprout.

Already squatting down, Dumbledore pointed his wand at Slughorn's chest, muttering spells that no one could understand.

"I'm going to notify St. Mungo." Professor McGonagall turned pale, and she hurried away.My father's complexion was extremely bad. He looked at Slughorn's face carefully, and the speed of the potion's onset seemed to be slowed down by Dumbledore's rescue: "This is a high-level potion, Dumbledore, you just need to It can be controlled but not cured."

"Is he all right, Professor Dumbledore?" Ernie MacMillan looked terrified.

At this time, Dumbledore looked up, and Slughorn seemed to have fallen into a coma. Dumbledore looked serious: "Go and wake up all the students, and find out who has been on this floor tonight." His eyes were on My father and Professor Flitwick went around for a while, and finally settled on Flitwick, "Please ask Moaning Myrtle to see if she has seen the perpetrator of this 'prank'."

"Merlin bless." I whispered.

Dad suddenly glanced at me.

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