People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 46 Professor McGonagall's Troubles and Doubts
Seeing that Quirrell had fainted, the face continued, "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, the hiding room on the 8th floor, and the sewer in the toilet where Myrtle stays. They are all good places to hide things."

Basil nodded and spoke in unison with the diary: "Safety, but only safety. You and I both know that your admission to Hogwarts depends on the tacit understanding between you and Dumbledore. No casualties are one of them."

"What do you mean?"

"You should understand."

"Are you threatening me? You hope to hunt outside and gain a physical form?" That face showed the first time that Voldemort had the intention to kill.

There can only be one Voldemort in this world!

He didn't care that a Horcrux would have to be destroyed for this!
In fact, the diary absorbed vitality so slowly, which was also a limitation he set.

Basil nodded, "Yes. If you don't agree, I will randomly select a lucky person to be my blood cow for body shaping. Then, you will no longer be able to stay in Hogwarts."

"Oh?" Voldemort sneered, "Do you really think Dumbledore wouldn't know what's going on in Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Basil answered decisively, "Just like the room on the 8th floor. It's not far from the principal's office, but you also hid a Horcrux in it -"

"How do you know?" Voldemort said angrily.

In his heart, he silently replaced the safe house with a trap that he was going to provide to the diary with one that was relatively harmless to the diary.

"Of course I know. The Diadem of Ravenclaw, right? I didn't expect Helena to open her heart to me in the end."

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, "While I still have that disgusting face, no woman can say no to me."

"What's the address?"

"There is no address. There is a lineage of elves in the kitchen that has always belonged to Slytherin. I discovered this when I was about to graduate. Perhaps it is also related to the fact that I did not abandon the lowly Riddle before. Until the descendants of Slytherin do not cause harm to the school, or are instructed not to harm the school, they will be very obedient." At this point, Voldemort was a little annoyed.

This lineage of elves no longer obeys his orders.

Was it because of Myrtle's death?

Perhaps it's because he's now in opposition to Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts?
Anyway, the most they can do now is follow orders as minor as putting salt in Dumbledore's dessert.

"Then do they still obey my orders?"

"You give your orders in Parseltongue through this boy. They understand Parseltongue. This boy is the equivalent of a clean Slytherin."

"What is your name?"

"They're all called Lai Lai. Just tell it that you need to send something to safe house number 7. By the way, you don't have to go to the kitchen. You can call their names at the statues in the Chamber of Secrets, and they can hear you." Voldemort said, suppressing his anger.

Lucius Malfoy had been completely sentenced to death by him.

At the same time, he also felt a little regretful.

It would be great if the boy in front of him was not controlled and he himself had recovered some of his strength.

This way he could rest assured and have the energy to look into the boy's heart and find out how he was discovered.

"Lai Lai?" In Voldemort's eyes, Bagel's eyes were empty and he was still "controlled".

Little did he know that Bagir was daydreaming about how to loot the gold Galleons after Riddle took over the safe house.

Bajir suppressed his joy and said, "Then I will leave first. I will leave this boy with the memory of you answering him about what a great wizard is."

"Humph! It seems that Lucius really hates this brat. You can modify your memory. When he sent you here, he probably provided a lot of vitality." Voldemort sneered again. However, he did not stop Basil from leaving the room. Instead, he picked up a scarf and wrapped it around his face.

After walking out of the room for a distance, in the blind spot of the portrait and ghost surveillance, Bagir's figure disappeared on the spot.

The next second, Bagel appeared from the empty dormitory bathroom.

"Riddle, how did I do?"

Riddle, who had returned to the diary, holding the wand in his hand, ready to fight at any time, said: "My lord, your last performance was a bit disappointing. Before I fully recovered, I could not control the memory of the possessed person. The possessed person would only wake up with a dazed look on his face. He would not know anything. Fortunately, Voldemort convinced himself."

"He couldn't imagine that there would be a second Horcrux of his diary in the world."

"Other than that, you worked well with me, with your keen sense of perception. Especially since he likes to use it to refer to house-elf. Rather than he or she."

Meg has been very depressed recently. Her office is a small study located on the second floor corridor.

There was a roaring fireplace and a hidden door leading to a bedroom with a gravel floor.

But no matter which room you are in, you can see the Quidditch pitch and the lawn outside the castle from the window.

These two locations are where the various academies conduct ball training and flight classes.

In flying lessons, the Malfoy boy performed just as well as Harry, after he adjusted his grip.

But that's okay.

Gryffindor teams tend to train harder.

The Slytherin team just scraped by.

If they were not all big, had rich families and generally good brooms, and liked to use their physical advantages to commit fouls, she could not imagine how Slytherin could beat Gryffindor.

But this boy was different.

Even if the school team is not practicing.

He is still practicing hard.

In this case, wouldn't her long-cherished wish of seeing the Slytherin Quidditch team fail be in jeopardy?

That wasn't the only thing that bothered her.

Because of her position as vice-president.

The teachers in her department are usually also responsible for checking the castle's assets.

Recently they discovered that the desks, chairs and benches in many vacant classrooms had been destroyed one by one.

Some were even lost.

They suspected Peeves.

Peeves also admitted it himself (actually, Peeves: So what if I did it? Lululu).

But fortunately, such damages no longer occurred.

In addition, there were two students in the Transfiguration class who gave her a particular headache.

One is Seamus Finnigan, who can cause a spell to explode if he's not careful.

The other one, Badger Granger, was too detached.

Although it is very good.

But I always like to ask some out-of-the-ordinary questions.

There are also some logical ideas.

For example, she said that Transfiguration can transform and splice anything that can be seen.

He asked if it was possible to combine a microscope that could see DNA to observe one's own DNA structure and that of the magical creature one wanted to acquire the gift from.

Then the experiment was carried out, using constant deformation technique to insert the DNA fragment of the latter into the former.

Then use the magic potion to refine the flesh shell with the modified blood as raw material.

After many experiments, after the appearance and the magical magnetic field were harmonious, he used the results on himself.

But today, the child was unusually quiet.

After completing today's class goal - turning a feather pen into an iron spoon, he lay there motionless.

Unlike before, he would not come up to her shamelessly, hold her hand and ask her all kinds of questions.

Thanks to my fellow classical book friends for the reward and other classmates for the recommendation and follow-up!
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(End of this chapter)