Connor's Hogwarts

"So, because I had high hopes for you, you wanted to find the real secret room on your own, and then use it to gain reputation and gain a foothold in the Brotherhood, so you and your friends transformed and lurked into Slytherin. Lounge…is that what you mean, right?”

"...Yes, that's it, but I didn't expect something went wrong in the first step. I...I messed up."

Hermione lowered her head in despair, her cat ears drooped, and she looked listless. This was a heavy blow to her who had always been proud.

"How should I put it..." Connor was also a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the reason why the world line closed was actually because of him.

"I can understand your thoughts, but you also know that Fred and George have been looking for the secret room for almost a month, but they haven't found anything. Hermione, why do you think you can find it..."

"...Sir, you have to give it a try! You can't just try if you think it won't work! And just because Fred and the others didn't find it, it doesn't mean we can't find it either!"

Hermione's tone was urgent, as if she wanted to prove her "ability" with words.

Connor touched his chin and looked at Hermione with interest: "I don't mean to hurt you, Hermione, but I think it is very difficult for ordinary people to find the secret passage that even Fred and George can't find, no. , I don’t have the confidence either.”

"Fred and the others are absolutely professional at drilling holes and finding holes. I would like to call them the strongest." Connor smiled and shook his head, intending to persuade Hermione to give up this idea:

"So you don't need to waste this time anymore, and you don't need to feel too much pressure because of this matter. I only value you when I see your potential. I believe you have this ability, and I also believe in me even more." My own vision…”

"As for whether I am qualified to be the next president of the Brotherhood..."

Connor smiled and said, "Hermione, I believe you will prove to everyone that you have this qualification."

"..." Why do you, President, seem to have more confidence in my abilities than myself? ? It's really a foul act to say this casually.

I don’t know since when, Connor has become Hermione’s idol, probably because he has read Lockhart’s various works. Before Hermione could stand in awe of the professor, she discovered that there was a When the achievements of peers are far greater than that of the professor.

And being "praised" by her idol in person like this, Hermione found it a little difficult to control the little deer in her heart.

Hermione blushed and lowered her head, and whispered: "President, I...I understand, I will work hard to prove myself, but..."

"...That ear, really don't touch your ears anymore..."

"Ahem, sorry,"

Connor silently retracted his hand. The feeling of these cat ears was so good that it was difficult for him to control himself from touching them. He might not have this chance in the future, right?

"Anyway, let's stop this matter. You don't need to worry about finding the secret room. You second-year students don't need to worry about it. This matter is a bit dangerous and is no joke."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded obediently, and then her eyes widened: "Wait a minute! Well, Harry and the others are still in the Slytherin lounge! Oops! It's been more than an hour, they don't Something will happen!"

So you still remember your accomplice? Connor shrugged and said, "What else can happen? The worst case scenario is that Professor Snape will catch him. At most, he will only lose a few points. We can't really let them find the secret room, right?"

"Deduction of points is not a trivial matter!" Hermione almost jumped up in anxiety: "I haven't asked where this is yet? Are we still in school? President, can you please send me back?"

"Okay, okay, let me take you to the Slytherin lounge. You're already here. I'm also going to visit my stupid brother. Come on, stand still and let's go."

Connor put his hand on Hermione's head (ear), and the next second, the two of them disappeared from the room.

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Going back in time a little, Harry's transformed Goyle and Ron's transformed Crabbe were walking towards the Slytherin common room.

"Man, you look so stupid."

"You're not bad either. You remind me of my uncle with no neck."

"Oh, those stiff arms. Harry, I suddenly feel a little sorry for them when I think about how hard they have to lift their arms every day."

"Pay attention, I am Goyle now! Okay, let's do things seriously. We are now looking for a Slytherin student."

"I guess we don't have to look for it. Look over there."

Goyle (Harry) looked in the direction the fat finger pointed, and then saw Draco Malfoy walking leisurely towards them. For the first time in his life, Harry was happy to see him.

"You are here," Malfoy looked at them and said in a long voice, "have you two been eating and drinking in the Great Hall? I have been looking for you, and I want to show you something particularly interesting. "

"Ah, yes, yes."

"That's right."

Harry and Ron responded a little awkwardly. They actually didn't know what the people they were going to play were like. Fortunately, Goyle and Crabbe were usually dull, and Malfoy didn't think there was anything wrong.

Malfoy led the two of them forward, and then stopped beside an empty, wet stone wall.

"What's the new password?" Malfoy asked "Goyle."

"Emmmm——" Harry hesitated and said, if he knew, he wouldn't have to work so hard.

"Oh, by the way, purebred!" Fortunately, Malfoy said to himself without expecting a response.

A stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly opened, and Malfoy strode in, followed closely by Harry and Ron.

Slytherin's common room is a long, narrow basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone. Round, glowing green lights are hung from the ceiling by chains. In front of them, under a beautifully carved mantelpiece, a fire crackled, reflecting the figures of several Slytherins seated on carved chairs around the kitchen.

"Wait here," Malfoy said to Harry and Ron. "I'll get it. My father just brought it to me."

Harry and Ron sat on the sofa, secretly guessing what Malfoy would show them, trying to look relaxed and at ease. A moment later, Malfoy returned, holding something like a newspaper clipping in his hand, which he thrust under their noses.

"You will definitely laugh when you see it."

Harry and Ron opened their eyes in astonishment. This was a report cut from the Daily Prophet. It read - The Ministry of Magic established a special investigation team for the Hogwarts Snake Disaster, and the Principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, Lido is paged by the Wizengamot for investigation.

"This is.?"

"The previous snake disaster has finally been settled. Haha, Dumbledore is about to be called in for interrogation. I know justice will never be late, and I have provided so many clues in vain." Malfoy chirped. smiled proudly.

"clue?"

"Of course, didn't I ask you to collect evidence of various snake disasters? Including the photos of that bastard Potter, I sent them home. Dumbledore's power is overwhelming in the Ministry of Magic, and they want to take that The matter has been confused, and thanks to my father’s hard work recently, the truth can be revealed again!”

"Isn't this a good thing for the school?" Harry secretly clenched his fists. Sure enough, this bitch was secretly messing with him. He decided to give Malfoy a hard blow next time he beat him.

Malfoy snickered, "You know, the Daily Prophet didn't cover all those attacks in full. My guess is that Dumbledore wanted to cover it all up, and if he didn't stop things immediately, he would be fired." Yes. Dad always said that having Dumbledore as headmaster is the most unlucky thing that has ever happened to this school. He likes Muggles. A decent headmaster would never let an idiot like Creevey enter the school."

"Oh, right." Creevey is a first-year student. He is a fan of Harry and likes to take pictures of Harry. Although Harry doesn't like him, he doesn't like his junior being scolded even more. Being an idiot, he could only hold back from jumping up and punching his horse.

But Malfoy had no intention of ending the performance. He pretended to swing a camera and started taking pictures, imitating Colin viciously but realistically: "Potter, can I take a picture of you? Potter, can I get your autograph?" ? Can I lick your shoes? Please, Potter! Ouch!"

Harry couldn't hold back and swung Malfoy to the back of the head.

"???"

Malfoy was dumbfounded. He looked at Harry blankly: "What's wrong with you?"

Harry scratched his head wittily and said: "Sorry, the joint of my hand was a little itchy just now, so I threw it out without paying attention. I'm sorry."

"." Maybe he had great trust in Goyle, or maybe Malfoy didn't believe that Goyle would hit him at all, so he actually accepted Harry's explanation: "Won't you throw it to the side?! Idiot!"

Harry and Ron smiled innocently, and Malfoy didn't care. Maybe in his impression, Crabbe and Goyle had always been slow to respond.

"Saint Potter is a friend of the Mudblood," Malfoy continued to say slowly, "and he is also a person who does not have a pure wizard feeling, otherwise he would not hang out with that arrogant Mudblood Granger all day long, people Consider him the heir of Slytherin."

"Compared with Potter, I am more willing to believe that person is Conner Lake. At least he did not embarrass the wizard." Malfoy said with an unhappy face: "I heard that he held a grand birthday party last night, but He actually didn't invite me, haha, this is definitely his biggest mistake."

Harry and Ron finally remembered their purpose. "Goyle" scratched his head and said naively: "You must know something about it, the person behind it."

"You know that I don't know, Goyle, how many times do you want me to tell you?"

Malfoy snapped angrily, "Dad won't tell me the details of the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Of course, that was fifty years ago, and he wasn't born yet, but he knows everything. He said this Everything is kept secret, and if I knew too much, I would look suspicious. But one thing I do know: [The last time the chamber was opened, a Mudblood died.] So, I dare say this time A Mudblood has to die, it's just a matter of time, I hope it's Granger."

Ron clenched Crabbe's big fist, and Harry felt that if Ron punched Malfoy again, the whole thing would really be revealed. So he quickly gave Ron a warning look, and then said, "Then do you know if the person who opened the secret room last time was caught?"

"Oh, right... no matter who it is, they must have been expelled anyway." Malfoy waved his hand and said, "They are probably still in Azkaban now."

"I thought you would know something." It seems that Malfoy really has nothing to do with the Slytherin heir, but this trip is not without gain. Harry and Ron looked at each other, planning to find an opportunity to get rid of Malfoy. Then he went to hang out in the lounge, but at this moment, Harry's expression suddenly froze.

【Found. You found it】

Malfoy moved restlessly in the chair: "Dad told me not to show my face and let the heir of Slytherin continue to act. He said that the school must clean out all mudblood filth, and not to get involved with this matter." Together. Of course, he has too many things to do now. Did you know that last week the Ministry of Magic suddenly raided our manor?"

【I’m coming to pick you up】

Harry stood up suddenly, startling both of them.

Malfoy frowned: "Goyle, what's wrong with you?"

"Didn't you hear that?" Harry looked at Ron.

"What did you hear?"

"That voice, is there anyone else in the lounge?" Harry's keen intuition told him that something was wrong, and the voice made him feel uneasy.

"No, it's just the three of us. Most of the people have gone home. What are you talking about? Goyle, there's something wrong with you tonight." Malfoy also stood up. He didn't like to look up to others to talk.

"Hagel, what's wrong? Is something wrong?" Ron also noticed something, stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Shh!" Harry said with a solemn expression, "Listen carefully -"

Now several people heard a rapid "swish, swish, swish" sound, as if some giant creature was quickly shuttling around them.

Malfoy's face turned pale: "What is that sound?!"

Harry's fat face had a serious look on his face. He listened attentively and carefully followed the traces of the sound. Then he suddenly turned his head towards the stone wall facing the fireplace - and then he saw a large mouth of blood flying towards him!

A few seconds later, there was no one left in the Slytherin lounge.