A friendly day at Hogwarts

"Are you sure it's here?"

Harry reached out and touched the empty wall and asked suspiciously.

"Purebred." Glenn ignored his question and said to himself.

In Harry's surprised gaze, a stone door hidden in the wall slowly opened, revealing the furnishings of the Slytherin common room.

"Take off your glasses." Glenn whispered and walked into the door first.

It was a crypt that combined rusticity with luxury, as opposed to the bright style of the Ravenclaw common room.The walls and ceiling are all made of solid granite. They haven't been polished much, but they look somewhat elegant.

The silver chandelier is tied by a dark iron chain and hangs from the ceiling, shining with green light.The fireplace in the center is also covered with exquisite reliefs, with a roaring fire burning inside.

The furniture in the lounge is also quite elegant, but although the meticulous workmanship can be seen, their colors are mostly dark tones, which makes the entire lounge look gloomy and dim.

This place is located underground, and the windows are also below the water surface of the Black Lake. There is no sunlight all day long, and you can only see groups of fish swimming by and swaying aquatic plants in the distance.In addition, there was a thick layer of ice on the lake at this time, and under the snow cover, there was almost no light outside the window, leaving only darkness.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the sofa by the window, staring blankly at the dark lake outside the window. A black notebook was placed on the low table in front of him, which looked very much like Riddle's Horcrux diary.

He didn't seem to be absorbed by the diary like Ginny in the original book. Although he still looked as decadent as when he started school, his light blond hair was not trimmed and was tied casually into a ponytail, but if you look closely, his His face was very normal, not sickly pale.

Hearing the movement from the door, he raised his head, glanced across the two of them, and landed on Glenn.

"Why are you back, Pansy?" He frowned slightly and asked coldly.

Glenn was stunned for a moment, quickly regained his composure, and explained casually, "I accidentally left something on the dining table in the auditorium, so I ran back to get it."

Malfoy glanced thoughtfully and said nothing.

"Draco..." Harry hesitated and said tentatively, "At the dinner just now, we heard the Hufflepuff people talk about... the secret room that was opened... you must know something about it... , who is manipulating all this..."

Malfoy's eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze subconsciously fell on the diary.

"It has nothing to do with you." He stood up and reached for the diary. "It's almost time, Pansy, let's go."

"Go? Where?" Glenn was startled. Although his face remained calm, there was a big question mark in his heart.

The young master didn't look at his reaction. He just walked to the door, turned around and stared at him.

Harry had a confused look on his face and asked, "It's so late, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with you." Malfoy glanced at him and said coldly.

Glenn could hear the urgency hidden in his tone, and after a slight hesitation, he had already made a decision in his heart.

No matter what Malfoy's purpose is, it is probably a very important thing to him, and he has obviously communicated with Pansy in advance. If he shows doubts and refusal now, it will inevitably arouse his suspicion.

At that time, I'm afraid it won't be about gathering information, but about alerting others.

"Let's go, Draco," he said, stepping to the door.

Harry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Glenn stopped him with his eyes.

Malfoy clutched the diary tightly and turned to walk out of the lounge. Glenn winked at Harry, silently made a cloak gesture, and followed without hesitation.

Harry was the only one left in the Slytherin common room at Nottingham University. He thought for a moment and immediately understood Glenn's prompt. He pulled out the invisibility cloak from his robe and covered himself with it, and quickly walked out of the room.

Malfoy's footsteps seemed to be in a hurry, and his target seemed to be the girls' bathroom on the third floor, which was the entrance to the secret room.

Glenn was secretly glad that he was more thoughtful and had arranged in advance for Qiu and others to leave with the two unconscious little snakes.

However, he still retained a lot of doubts in his heart.

Judging from Malfoy's current state, it doesn't seem like he was controlled by the diary, and why he took Pansy to the secret room with him is also a mystery.

The two quickly arrived at Myrtle's bathroom. Malfoy came to the sink with ease and stared directly at one of the faucets.

"Open..." he said in a low, hissing voice.

As one of those who mastered Parseltongue, Glenn instantly heard the clues.Malfoy's

Although the voice is very similar to Parseltongue, the pronunciation is still not completely accurate in the subtleties, and it is obviously an imitation.

Just like when many people learn foreign languages, they use Chinese or Pinyin to mark them.

This once again confirmed his suspicion that Malfoy was not actually controlled by the Horcrux diary.

On the system's map, Harry's cursor also came nearby. Due to the invisibility cloak, Malfoy did not notice him.

"Open..."

"Open..."

Not really mastering Parseltongue, Malfoy tried a few more times.

While the young master was concentrating on his voice-activated code skills, Glenn quickly came to Harry's side and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't follow, stay here and wait for Dumbledore."

After many attempts, the pool finally moved.

The faucet flashed with dazzling white light and began to transmit data quickly.

The entire sink and mirror slowly descended and sank into the ground.A black hole as black as ink appeared on the wall, giving off a hint of coldness.

"You go down first." Malfoy looked at Glenn expressionlessly and said.

Glenn didn't say much and jumped into the hole without hesitation.

The process of sliding down is like playing on a large slide in a water park. The dust accumulated over the years makes the pipe smoother and faster.

The distance was longer than Glenn imagined, and gusts of wind whistled in his ears, making him almost unable to keep his eyes open.

The pipes were connected in a series of nine twists and turns, all the way to the depths of the ground. After a long time, they gradually began to become smoother, and the speed finally slowed down.

Glenn was in the air, subconsciously trying to stand up straight, but accidentally stepped on a bulge in the ground under his feet and rushed forward a few steps.He struggled to keep his balance by waving his arms, and finally stopped his forward momentum from falling face first to the ground.