HP Dawn Night

No one wanted to go back to sleep, the prefect's scolding and fate were completely ineffective, and the Slytherin lounge was rarely noisy and chaotic.

"What the hell is that?" Pansy curled up tremblingly on the armchair. She has always hated cats, and the dead cat gave Pansy an unprecedented shock. "It must be magic, vicious magic. , I don't know... maybe a potion?"

She spoke incoherently, her voice trembling.The two boys and I looked at each other wordlessly, then drew out our wand and tapped on the teacup in Pansy's hand:

"Have some hot tea, honey." I handed her the cup, Pansy took it with trembling hands, I sighed silently, and teased her in a joking tone, "Not long ago you were at the Quidditch pitch Rangge... Gryffindor is dumbfounded, this doesn't fit your usual image."

Pansy smiled at me weakly, she seemed to calm down a bit: "Do you know what magic that is?"

"I don't know." I pondered for a moment, "If so, then it can only be black magic."

I lowered my voice when I said the last three words. After the man who couldn’t even mention his name was defeated by Harry Potter, many things became taboo—because of that dark past, many people firmly believed in him Sooner or later it would come back - in Slytherin too, even though most of the Death Eaters, as well as himself, were from Slytherin.

Pansy's pupils contracted slightly, and Blaise looked at the toes of his shoes, seemingly lost in meditation.I tried to catch Draco's eyes, only to find him silently lip-syncing me for a private conversation.

So I stood up:

"Pansy, do you want to—"

The door of the common room was suddenly pushed open, and everyone was surprised and horrified to see their dean striding in. The smart students quickly reacted and walked into the dormitory, because when their father saw the noisy When he was in the crowd, his face became extremely ugly.

——"Go back to your dormitory now, immediately, immediately! Prefect! I sincerely hope that you are not paper decorations! Go back to where you should be and do what you should do! Hurry up!"

I reluctantly walked towards the dormitory with Pansy and followed the other girls, Draco gave me a look, it seems that we need to find another time for our private conversation.

However, our conversation dragged on for days and never took place.

For many days, the central topic at Hogwarts was the blood on the wall and Mrs. Norris, dead.Filch was devastated by this, and walked around the castle all day, making trouble for the students.

Pansy seemed to be a little nervous, she was almost inseparable from me these two days, Blaise also suspended his sexual activities abnormally, and everyone seemed to be in danger for a while, as if there was an invisible monster hiding somewhere in the castle of.

"If there's any news, you're supposed to be the first to know?" Pansy asked me in a History of Magic class.I absent-mindedly jotted down a few names:

"If you're referring to my father, then unfortunately, he will only disclose some information in the event of an emergency."

Blaise shrugged humorously: "It seems that only I can get the fastest resources."

Yes, at the price of selling hue.

"At least we know that Mrs. Norris is not dead but petrified." I tried to comfort Pansy, but she replied with a sad face:

"That's even more terrifying, Vio. What kind of magic can turn a living thing into petrification? Also, who wrote the words on the wall? Mrs. Norris can't write."

A few days later, Blaise did what he said and got us an updated lead.

"Granger asked Professor Binns an interesting question in History of Magic class," Blaise panted slightly and joined us at a fixed location in the library, "she asked Professor Binns what happened to the Chamber of Secrets."

Chamber of Secrets!

This is a term that is not unfamiliar to us.

"It is said that it was built by Salazar Slytherin, but this is just a legend." Pansy asked suspiciously.

"It was mentioned in "Hogwarts: A School History". I think the legend should have some basis." I replied.

"Yes, you agree with Granger," Blaise said, and I gave him a glare.

"Any more details, Blaise?" Draco finally spoke.Blaise smiled slightly smugly:

"Professor Binns says there is something in the Chamber of Secrets that only the 'Heir of Slytherin' is said to be able to control."

"Heir..." I chewed these words over and over again.

"How did you do it, Blaise?" Draco asked suspiciously.It's clear he doesn't trust Brees' sources.

"Padma Patil said her sister and Granger were classmates." Blaise replied curtly, "Well, at least we're not ignorant anymore, are we?"

"Can you ask Professor Snape about the Chamber of Secrets?" Pansy turned to me.

I'm sorry to say: "After Daddy found out about me and Draco following the Gryffindor trio last year, I don't think he'll tell me anything extra that might tempt me to take risks. —unless he's sure it's perfectly safe."

"Anyway, we're safe, at least for the time being," Pansy scribbled her dissertation in a moody mood. "Slytherin heirs don't attack Slytherin students, do they?"

I measured the length of my dissertation, and it met the standard: "Actually, it's not impossible for you to know more."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, and Draco looked at me hesitantly.Pansy rolled up her parchment and urged, "Say it quickly, don't keep it to yourself!"

"We can almost be sure that the Gryffindor Triangle will get involved in this matter-because Hermione Granger is a bitch wizard, and Ron Weasley is a pure-blood traitor, these two alone are enough to make Slater Lin's heirs have noticed them, not to mention the existence of Potter. Therefore, we might as well think in reverse and think about what we would think if we were them."

"I think I will speculate on a few potential lists first, about... who is the heir." Pan Xi hesitated for a while, and expressed his opinion.

"Of course, I will definitely choose in Slytherin." Blaise added.

"This person must be hostile to witches and wizards, and his family has been Slytherin for generations. Maybe he will be complacent and proud of it." Draco thought seriously.

"He should at least have a decent level of magic," I said.

"And someone who can look out for him," Pansy interjected.

"His family probably has a long history, so he has a certain understanding of the Chamber of Secrets." Blaise said.

"Well," Draco concluded, "let's see, who in Slytherin would think that Muggle-borns are rubbish and fit all the above criteria?"

"You." We said in unison.

Draco paused in surprise, and after a second or two of silence, he looked at us almost unreasonably: "Me?"

"Yes." Blaise said emphatically.Pansy and I agreed.

"Why?" Draco gaped, he couldn't understand our thinking anyway.

"You are a pure-blood with a long family history, and you are always against Potter and the others, and you also have Crabbe and Goyle as your followers." Blaise analyzed in an orderly manner, "Actually, you are completely in line with what we just said. all."

"There are a lot of people who fit the bill," Draco said wryly, "I'm not alone."

"Well, I have nothing against them, and it can basically be ruled out. At present, the three of them in Slytherin have had direct conflicts with Violet, Pansy, and you." Blaise explained, "Violet She never took the initiative to provoke, and even helped you end; although Pansy had a violent conflict with Granger, she doesn't often show off her family background."

"Anyway, Draco, we all know you are not, but Gryffindors don't think so." I hurriedly comforted Draco who was about to go mad, "Think in another way, calm down."

"Okay, okay," Draco stood up and spun around a few times, and finally he had to admit that he was the number one suspect in Gryffindor's mind, "So what should we do now?"

"Play by ear," Blaise said succinctly.