[HP] Become a new Hogwarts legend

The legend of the secret room spread among the students.

For several days, students have been talking about this. The circulating versions include but are not limited to the evil dark wizard killing the marrow wizard and hiding his body in the secret room, or the unjust souls massacring Hogwarts after the secret room is opened. Fred and George were keen to discuss these in any venue.

"The secret room has been opened——"

"The body was resurrected in the lake—"

"The werewolf bites your neck off——"

Several first-grade girls were so frightened that they shrieked and kept shrinking back.

Nolen yawned, and the warmth of the stove made her drowsy. It must be said that the Weasleys were really good storytellers, and their bedtime stories were different every night.

"Nolen, have you brought that copy of "Hogwarts: A School History"?" Hermione sat down next to her and pulled her out of her nap. "The library can no longer borrow it. I want to check it out." Check out the legend about the secret room”

"Sorry, Hermione, Corvey borrowed my copy just a few hours ago." Nolen yawned and answered Hermione with tears in his eyes.

"Okay - you know what? Professor Binns told us about the legend of the Chamber of Secrets today." Hermione paused, as if she was recalling something terrifying.

"He said that Slytherin, one of the Big Four, built the Chamber of Secrets. His heir would open the Chamber of Secrets and release the terrifying thing inside, and then purify the school."

Hermione's hands grasped Nolen's pajamas tightly, and Nolen noticed Ginny sitting alone in the corner of the lounge staring at them with an uneasy expression.

"Perhaps the secret room exists to seal something," Nolen said thoughtfully, "but the heir wants to use it to complete his insidious plan."

"Don't worry, Dumbledore won't allow that to happen," Percy said dryly. He had endured these alarmist stories for a long time.

"If only people related to Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets, then Dumbledore can't possibly-" Hermione was interrupted impatiently by Percy before she could finish her sentence.

"As we all know, Hogwarts is the safest school in the wizarding world. As long as Dumbledore is in school, he will protect the safety of all students."

What if he's not here?

Nolen's sleepyhead was completely driven away. Who wants Dumbledore to go the most? How could that person give up a good opportunity to drive away Dumbledore!

She glanced at Percy and Hermione, who were blushing because of the argument, and then at Ginny who was almost crying in the corner. Finally, she fell on the wand in her hand, and gradually fell into deep thought.

-------------------------------------

Today is the first Quidditch match of the new term, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Nolen woke up from a nightmare, and she looked at the gray sky outside the window in confusion.

"Bad weather," Noren muttered as she put a waterproof spell on her clothes. Just as she picked up a dress robe, a bag fell to the ground with a clatter.

It's her rune stone.

I don’t know whether it was because of last night’s nightmare or what happened recently. Nolen felt anxious when she woke up early in the morning. She had some bad premonition—what was it? Why do you feel a little uneasy? Probably because he had to watch the Quidditch match in bad weather, Nolen comforted himself.

She bent down and picked up the rune bag on the ground, and a round stone fell out.

hagal - to deter.

The closer to a thunderstorm there will be hail, and the closer to the truth there will be obstruction.

This is the interpretation given by the Prophet to hagal.

Nolen put the fallen runestones into her pocket and prepared to go to the auditorium for dinner. The recent doubts were weighing on her heart like the black clouds outside the window. The further she entered the auditorium, the more out of breath she felt. Could it be that the heir wanted to eat breakfast? Poison?

She found a random seat on the long Gryffindor table and sat down, staring at the table of delicious food with complicated emotions.

Then George and Fred sat next to her one after another. It was obvious that they had just finished the last training before the game. As soon as they touched the stool, they slumped listlessly on the table, as if they were about to pass away in the next second.

"I said - has Miss Lynn learned to eat with her mind?" Fred teased Nolen vaguely with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Be careful not to choke, Mr. Weasley - Wood won't want Gryffindor to lose any players before the game." Nolen resisted the urge to do something. She was sure that if she touched Weasley today, The tall Quidditch captain would definitely strangle her to death if she even laid a single hair on her head.

"Ah ha, thank you Miss Lynn for being so merciful and not poisoning our bread." George stretched out his arms to take the marmalade from Nolen, scooped out a large spoonful and spread it on the bread, then stuffed it into his mouth in a grandiose manner. .

He had long discovered that this girl was particularly domineering with the food in front of him, and it was extremely interesting to see her angry.

Nolen angrily bent the spoon in his hand. She now understood that the Weasleys were definitely the biggest obstacle in her difficult career of studying abroad.

The undercurrent between the three finally calmed down after Wood entered the auditorium. Except for Fred and George who were having fun, everyone else was nervous and unable to eat.

Nolen finally snatched back the jar of marmalade and was spreading his bread slowly when he inadvertently saw an owl flying in and hovering over the auditorium.

"Strange, do owls also deliver things on Saturdays?"

"Usually these are urgent items - wait, it's coming!" Fred shouted.

A gray little guy rushed towards their position like a bullet, and the whole marmalade flipped over onto Nolen's scarf and robe.

"Vic!" Nolen was almost crying, she was covered in sticky jam. Vic was held in George's hand, flapping his wings vigorously, with a red envelope in his mouth.

"Merlin's broken jar! It's a roaring letter!" George felt like he was holding a time bomb in his hand. He looked up at Fred and Nolen, and saw despair on each other's faces.

Victor Krum!

Nolen took the shouting letter out of Vic's mouth with trembling hands and carefully tore it open. Fred and George blocked their ears with their fingers. The moment the red letter popped out, Victor's breathy voice filled the entire auditorium and shook the lights on the ceiling.

"Nolen! I succeeded! I succeeded! I passed the selection for the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I can't wait to share the good news with you. I am a professional Seeker."

Nolen was very grateful that only a few people were dining in the Great Hall on Saturday, which meant she wouldn't have to make a fool of herself in front of too many people, even though the rumors would kill her over and over again at Hogwarts. Everyone in the auditorium craned their necks to see who had received the roaring letter. Fred and George collapsed on the table laughing, their devilish laughter in agreement with the wild laughter in the roaring letter.

"Hahahaha I can't describe how happy I am. Even if I only passed five subjects in IMTS, it can't ruin my good mood. Your prediction of victory is more effective than the Elixir of Fortune. You are my only Geofei The bad thing is that I will start closed training after the Christmas holiday. Don't miss the days of playing Quidditch with me too much."

The roar stopped and the letter slowly fell on the dining table. Nolen tried her best to control herself from running away. Her face turned red, from her neck to her ears. Fred and George finally stopped laughing, and the auditorium fell into silence. An eerie silence. In this silence, the letter that fell on the table suddenly bounced back to life to finish the last sentence.

"Remember to reply to me! Bye!"

Then the red letter paper curled up in the air and burned into ashes. Fred and George were still kind. Under their threatening expressions, everyone turned their heads and ate their food.

"Do you believe me when I say this is a popular communication method there?"

Nolen was on the verge of tears. She didn't want to be famous in this way.

Even Fred and George had no intention of teasing her anymore. They sat next to the girl one by one to comfort her. At this moment, a tall red figure squeezed into the middle of them, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Wood's face shone with unconcealable excitement.

"Lynn, your friend made the national Quidditch team, that's awesome! You"

Seeing Nolen blinking and about to shed tears, Fred and George quickly carried Wood away and threw him back to his place.

In the end, it was George who kindly provided his robe, and Nolen sneaked back to the dormitory to change clothes with jam all over her body. Her scarf and robe could no longer be saved by cleaning them up.

Eleven o'clock gradually approached, and all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione and Ron hurried to the audience and took Nolen away, leaving her a little confused.

"Let's go cheer for Harry together," Hermione explained sheepishly, "Wood thinks you will bring good luck."

They hurried to the lounge, where the Quidditch players were changing into bright red Gryffindor robes, and the voice of Wood speaking before the game came from the door.

"Wood—ah, sorry!"

Nolen opened the door and what came into view was George's muscular upper body. He had no shirt on!

Nolen screamed and covered his eyes. Behind him, Hermione and Ron couldn't stop the car and crashed into each other. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on them.

"What's the matter with some little wizards? They actually have a habit of breaking in when others are changing their clothes."

George quickly put on his team uniform and leaned against the closet door to look at Nolen leisurely.

Today, she tied up her shoulder-length short hair with a red hairband, and her scattered thin hair hung down on her red neck. She wore a bright yellow daisy clavicle chain on it, making her whole person lively and bright.

He clicked his tongue dissatisfied, turned around, opened the cabinet, took out his scarf, and wrapped it around Nolen's neck without any explanation.

"No, no need - okay, thank you" Nolen subconsciously wanted to take it off, but was frightened by George's threatening eyes and retracted his hand.

"That's enough, George, stop flirting." Wood's words wonderfully made the atmosphere more subtle.

"I'm not George, I'm Fred"

"I don't care who you are, come here and prepare to enter."

Over there, Hermione and Ron were pulling Harry to talk. Harry was wiping his glasses over and over again to ensure they were clearer during the game. Nolen squeezed past.

"Come on, Harry," she put her hand on Harry's shoulder and said sincerely, "beat those little bastards in Slytherin into oblivion."

"Of course, Miss Lynn." The next second, Harry was snatched away by George who came over. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and winked at Nolen, "We'll make the Bludgers stick to those bastards. , such as Warrington"

After saying that, George put his arm around Harry's neck and dragged him out. Harry's protests could be heard from a distance.

The three Nolens followed the team and left the lounge, walking through the excited crowd toward the Gryffindor auditorium. The fourteen team members flew into the sky together, and the two red heads were very conspicuous in the gray sky.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of her nose. She shrank into the cold scarf and buried half of her face in it. The faint smell of gunpowder filled her breath. She thought of Weasley's lowered eyes that night, and she began to I can tell these two people apart.