[HP] The Last Demon King

Halloween is coming, and the auditorium is decorated with colorful ribbons and live bats flying around like last year. The exquisite food on the table whets the appetite. Eridins is still sitting with Malfoy and the others, listening to their talk Casual conversation, Parkinson was making fun of Zabini's new Ravenclaw girlfriend who was constantly peeking at him, and Malfoy was talking to Crabbe when he suddenly cut in: "Ravenclaw? Not Slater Lin?"

"Old news—that was two months ago, Draco." Parkinson covered his mouth and smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Parkinson pointed out to him a lovely girl sitting on the Ravenclaw first-year bench who kept peeking at Zabini.

"Oh, poor thing," Malfoy said gleefully.

"I didn't force her," Zabini said dryly.

Eridins, who had been eating seriously, suddenly picked up the steak in front of her, and in the next second a colorful fur ball fell on the table where the steak had just been placed.

"Master—my dear master, your loyal big head wishes you a happy holiday—" Before the big head turned over and finished speaking, Eridins swept it to the ground with a wave of her hand. She put the plate back and put the fork on Fork the beef and eat it.

"Big head, why are you here?" Malfoy picked up the big head and put it on the table, Parkinson looked at it with disgust.

"Honorable master, honorable master Malfoy, can the big head stay here with you? The Halloween party held by the owl house is too simple, a few - hell - corn kernels and cheap minced meat, sir I don't want to eat those poor things with them—Master, the big head wants to stay and spend Halloween with you—" The big head approached Malfoy slavishly, with a treacherous radiance shining on his simple and honest round face.

"Yes, of course you can stay." Malfoy was overjoyed by the praise, and immediately made a decision.

"No—Draco, I don't want to see it!" Parkinson said angrily.

In the past two months, the big head has figured out Eridings's interpersonal relationship. Some things it feels that Eridings doesn't like-such as Parkinson, it tries hard to run, and some things it feels that Eridings doesn't like. Tins likes, such as Malfoy, it tries hard to curry favor.

The big head bullies the weak and fears the strong, and its flattering skills are at its peak. Although its flattery is a bit exaggerated, but with that honest and sincere face, even if it praises you as a god, it will make people feel that you are really like this in its eyes.Eridins had never seen such a shameless creature.

"I don't want to see you either!" The big head flew onto Malfoy's shoulder, taunting Parkinson with prestige: "I'm asking my honorable master and wise Master Malfoy, which onion are you?"

Malfoy raised his mouth, "Pansy, it's just an owl, you don't have to argue with it."

Parkinson glared at Eridins bitterly: "There is such a pet as there is an owner!"

"What did you say! Say it again! How dare you insult my master—you ugly bastard! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!" The big head seemed to blow up all his feathers imposingly, as if about to rush over It looked like it was fighting Parkinson to the death, but Eridins saw that its two little paws were still firmly grasping Malfoy's shoulders, and it just looked aggressive, it seemed.

Eridins glanced at the big head coldly, and the little owl immediately jumped into Malfoy's arms and curled up into a ball of fur, "You'd better put away your wand." Eridins looked at Parkinson, who He snorted heavily and glared at her: "Take care of your owl - otherwise I don't know if it disappears one day."

After dinner, they walked out of the auditorium with everyone. Eridins followed Malfoy silently, watching him beaming to Goyle and Crabbe, while Parkinson and Greengrass on the right were exchanging the latest wizard fashion information , Zabini was gone, and a few Gryffindor students passed by jokingly. This was Hogwarts' routine until a few minutes ago.

The crowd in front stopped suddenly, saying that the laughter had disappeared. Malfoy squeezed forward with the mentality of fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and Eridins followed closely and walked to the front of the crowd together—the Potter trio Right in front of their eyes, they stood there with panicked faces. There was something on the wall behind Potter. Filch's cat was hanging on the torch bracket on the wall, staring at a pair of protruding eyes. A line of large characters written in blood on the wall—the chamber of secrets has been opened—

"Those who are enemies of the heir, be careful!" Malfoy looked at the cat on the wall, and with excitement, he showed a sinister smile to the three Potters: "The next one is you—Mudblood."

In the blink of an eye, all the teachers of Hogwarts gathered here. The three Potters were taken away by the headmaster, and Filch followed him crying, holding his cat. Although the prefect yelled for everyone to hurry back Their respective lounges, but there are still many students who watched the theater stay, such as Eridins.

Malfoy was still looking at the blood on the wall in amazement, "I want to tell my dad about this, the heir of Slytherin has appeared, I have to ask him if he knows who it is, we can unite, I can Provide a list of all the Mudbloods—" Malfoy turned around and saw Eridins staring at a glass window on the wall, frowning dissatisfiedly: "Are you listening to me?"

He walked over, saw what Eridins was looking at, and said disgustedly: "Where are there so many spiders, it's so disgusting."

Eridings ignored him, stretched out her fingers to touch the bloody writing on the wall, Malfoy behind him stared at her with wide eyes, Eridings cleaned her hand, turned to look at Malfoy :"follow me."

Eridings took Malfoy back to the common room, where many people were still discussing what they had just seen. Ignoring other people's gazes, Eridings went straight into the boys' dormitory, and Malfoy followed in a panic : "This is a boy..."

Eridings stood in front of a dormitory door, cast an unlocking spell, and walked in generously. Miller, a first-year student, was sleeping on the bed in a daze. Eridings turned and left after taking a look. "What are you doing?" Malfoy asked after her.

"The only Slytherin not at the Hallow's Eve tonight is Miller," Eredins wrote.

Back in the common room, Eridins sat down on a sofa chair in the corner, and Malfoy sat down next to her, with a look of doubt on his face: "You mean him?"

"It's not him, there's no smell of blood." Eridins wrote secretly.

"Has it been cleaned?"

"Not enough time, the blood is still wet, and it took no more than 10 minutes to write, and he doesn't have time to wash it—unless he has learned the cleaning spell."

"Impossible." Malfoy insisted contemptuously: "Miller has to rely on luck to graduate - what grade is the spell to clean up?"

"Third grade."

"That's even more unlikely," Malfoy said. "On top of that, he's a mixed race."

"Then the heir of Slytherin can't be from Slytherin House. I have observed that, except for Miller, all the students of Slytherin are attending the dinner in the auditorium."

"Why are you paying attention to this?" Malfoy looked at her suspiciously.

"Do you remember the troll last year? It was also on Halloween." Eridins looked at her slender fingers: "I didn't expect it to happen this year."

Malfoy moved uncomfortably on the sofa chair: "That was done by the mysterious man's men, don't you think it's the same this time?"

Aridins said nothing.

"Anyway, it's none of my business. Everyone knows that Malfoy is the most authentic pure-blood wizard." Malfoy said, he glanced at Eredines, and said vaguely: "You should be alone during this time." gone."

"Ah."

Even though she agreed, Eridins went to the place where the accident happened the next day alone.

Today was slightly different from yesterday. Eridins recalled and found that the puddle of water on the ground had disappeared. The puddle of water flowed from the girls' bathroom next to it. This bathroom has been out of use for a long time. , because there is a myrtle in it who is always crying.

Eridings opened the door and walked in, stepping on the wet ground, Myrtle was floating inside, looking at Eridings unfriendly: "This place has been closed, if you want to use the bathroom, go elsewhere. "

"I have something to ask you," Eridins wrote. "Did you hear anything last night? Just outside this door, a cat was turned into stone, and blood was written on the wall."

"I don't know! I was going to Nick's Deathday party, but Peeves kept torturing me." Myrtle burst into tears, and her voice suddenly rose an octave: "It's Hogwarts who bully Myrtle." Ci's tradition, whether she is dead or not, everyone will not let her go!"

"You didn't hear anything?" Eridins reconfirmed.

"How many times do I need to say it? I don't know!" Myrtle sobbed sharply, and dived into the toilet, the splashing water was blocked by a transparent barrier in front of Eridins.

Walking out of the bathroom, Eridings was about to leave when she suddenly noticed the light shining on the floor. Eridings squatted down and observed the floor carefully. Some places on the floor reflected uneven light. She reached out and touched it. , found that this is the trace of being burned.

Eridins stood up and carefully looked at the shape formed by the traces on the ground.

She followed the burnt traces and backed away slowly, and these burnt lines gradually formed a vague shape in her mind, thinking of the petrified cat and the fleeing spider, the answer came to Eridins' mind.