HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The wind blew gently through the towers of Hogwarts. On campus, students gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other, worried and nervous.

Recently, a rumor spread rapidly among students as if it had been cast with an accelerated spell:

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was opened, and the legendary heir wanted to clean out all the Muggles and half-bloods in the school.

Although everything is calm now, the rumors have already spread like wildfire, igniting panic throughout the school.

The school's colorful amulets became popular, and they brought peace of mind to the students.

The Gryffindor Weasley brothers, like magic, turned these little gadgets into a huge source of wealth.

Their stall is always crowded with people and noisy. The amulets brought by a secret room make them a lot of money.

The wind swirled gently outside the Gryffindor windows, bringing a hint of coolness.

The half-blood and Muggle wizards were as nervous as arrows on a bow, not daring to breathe.

But Hermione, she was like a statue, sitting there, her pen flying on the parchment, her mind was all on the future plans of the Rose Cross.

At this moment, her world only consists of her and the blueprint. The hustle and bustle of the outside world seems to be separated by an invisible wall and cannot touch her at all.

Until Colin Creevey was jumping up and down in the common room like a clown, waving his arms and legs as if he were doing some strange dance.

"The Chamber of Secrets is open, and all Muggle-born wizards will be in danger of their lives, but if I run into that monster, I can definitely take an impromptu photo of it."

Hermione's eyes slowly lifted from the yellowed pages of the book, and happened to catch the subtle worry on Ron's face.

She turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.

Ron was not to be outdone and turned his face away like a sulky child.

Harry looked around and saw that his two good friends were still in the cold war. The atmosphere was so heavy that it made him feel suffocated.

He shook his head helplessly and decided to speak up to try to resolve the embarrassment.

"Hey, this is a terrible situation, isn't it?" He looked at Hermione, trying to get her attention. "Aren't you worried, Hermione?"

Hermione put down the quill in her hand and slowly raised her head, but there was no trace of panic in her bright eyes.

Her answer was so calm that it gave Harry and Ron a shudder. "The heir has appeared. Why not just deal with it directly?"

Ron stared at Hermione in amazement, his heart in a turmoil.

He had always felt that something was wrong with Hermione, ever since she had started getting close to Seconas from Slytherin.

At this moment, the girl in front of him was no longer the model student who only knew how to bury her head in books. There was a determination, even coldness, flashing in her eyes.

Hermione seemed to have seen through Ron's inner doubts. She gently closed the magic textbook in her hand and placed the quill pen steadily next to the ink bottle.

Her usually gentle eyes were now fixed on Ron, seeming to penetrate his soul.

"Don't look at me like that." Her voice was calm, but with a hint of sarcasm.

"That so-called heir wants my life, so I can't defend myself? Who do you think I am, Joan of Arc?"

Harry's eyes were full of confusion. He always felt that Hermione at this moment was different from the girl in his memory.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was trying to piece together the similarities and differences between the two portraits.

"Hermione, you... this is not like you..." he finally muttered under his breath, his tone full of doubt.

Hermione ignored the two and walked towards the library. She once really wanted to become good friends with those two people, but now? She felt that this idea was too naive.

She doesn't need friends who hold her back, her goal is the sea of ​​stars, to become someone that Segnus cannot live without.

If the Sorting Hat made the decision again, she might really be able to join Slytherin legitimately.

Hermione knew that any clues left by Slytherin might hide unknown secrets, or even reveal some extraordinary treasures.

"There must be something good, right?" She seemed to be seeking approval in the air, her intelligent big eyes revealing a thirst for knowledge and ambition for the unknown.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, clearly confused by Hermione's reaction.

Hermione's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the library, leaving only the two of them standing there.

"What's wrong with her lately?" Ron scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Harry shrugged, his eyes blurred. "Maybe she really has been influenced by Cygnus. I feel like she has become so strange."

Hermione's footsteps echoed softly in the silence of the library. She looked between the bookshelves with a sharp gaze and finally stopped in front of a stack of materials about the Chamber of Secrets.

She turned the pages expertly, occasionally using her slender fingers to outline on the parchment those clues that caught her eye.

"This plan," she said to herself, with a smug smile on her face, "will definitely make Cygnus look at me differently."

Her notes are well organized, and every stroke reveals her intelligence.

Hermione knew that this was not just a plan, but also a projection of her ambition.

She imagined handing this perfect strategy to Cygnus, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

"We can't let that conceited Slytherin take the top spot," she bit her lip, her eyes firm, "I am the one who is truly loyal to Cygnus."

In the Slytherin common room, Cygnus was sitting by the window of the girls' dormitory, studying an ancient parchment covered with strange soul marks.

Her eyes were cold and focused, with a subtle smile on her lips.

Hermione gently pushed open the door of the dormitory, holding in her hand the list of Gryffindor students.

She walked up to Cygnus and handed over the list, her eyes flashing with expectation and ambition.

"Signus, this is Gryffindor's list. I hope I can help you." Hermione's voice was calm, but she could not hide her excitement.

Cygnus took the list, scanned the paper, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became even bigger: "Hermione, you did a good job. This list is very useful to me."

Hermione followed Cygnus's hand closely. On the ancient parchment, the mysterious mark was like a living thing, jumping with alluring magic. Her heartbeat quickened, and an inexplicable excitement surged in her body.

"Signus, what...is this mark?" Hermione asked curiously, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Cygnus smiled slightly, and that smile was as cunning as a snake and scorpion: "This is similar to the mark of the Death Eaters. Those who are marked with this mark must be absolutely loyal to me."

Hermione's eyes widened, she was deeply attracted by this seductive magic.

She knew that this was her chance to get close to Cygnus and become her most loyal companion.

"Let me be the first to be marked, Cygnus." Hermione's voice was firm and decisive.

Segnus raised one corner of his mouth slightly, and there was an elusive meaning hidden in that smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione? This is going to hurt a lot."

Hermione bit her lower lip, a determined gleam in her eyes.

"I am not afraid of pain, Cygnus. I can endure anything as long as it proves my loyalty to you."

Cygnus nodded, and her fingers gently traced the pattern of a rose entangled by vines in the air.

As she moved, the pattern gradually became three-dimensional, as if it had come to life.

"Well, I'll grant your wish." Cygnus' voice was low and powerful. She gently pressed the pattern in her hand against Hermione's collarbone.

In an instant, an expression of pain appeared on Hermione's face, but she gritted her teeth and did not make a cry of pain.

The rose pattern seemed to take root under her skin, causing piercing pain.

Segnus on the side watched all this calmly, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

She knew that this mark was not only engraved on Hermione's body, but also engraved deep in her soul.

Finally, the pain subsided and Hermione's breathing became steady.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the mark on her collarbone, her eyes full of satisfaction.

"You are my first, Hermione." There was a hint of pride in Cygnus' voice. "From now on, you will be my most loyal companion."

Hermione's heart beat faster, she knew this was Cygnus's approval of her.

She had paid so much for this moment, but it was all worth it.

"Signus, I will prove my worth." Hermione's voice was firm, and she held Signus' hand tightly, as if swearing loyalty.

Cygnus smiled, patted Hermione's hand gently, and turned to the window.

The moonlight shone on her, highlighting her evil and charming temperament.

Hermione looked at Seconas' back, her heart filled with admiration and awe.

She knew that she had embarked on a path of no return, but she was willing to go all the way for Segnus.

At the same time, in the Slytherin boys' dormitory, Gareth's eyes were fixed on Tom Riddle's confident face, but there was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Riddle brazenly declared that he could summon the legendary basilisk and use it to clean up the school's half-bloods and Muggles, whom he disdained.

"It's been a week, Riddle," Gareth calculated, his eyes wandering around the empty dormitory, "where's your basilisk?" The corners of his mouth raised, revealing his mockery of this farce.

He wasn't going to be fooled by that bluff.

"Your so-called Great Purge," he began, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "isn't it just a castle in the air?"

Gareth said as he approached, each step seeming to question Riddle's confidence.

Riddle frowned, looking confused and unhappy. He couldn't figure out why his basilisk failed at the critical moment. This feeling of being out of control made him feel a little uneasy.

"Lend me your body for a moment, I will go to the secret room and take a look myself."

Gareth walked to Riddle's side with a staggering step and stopped. He looked up at the figure who was much taller than him, with a hint of unconcealable sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"Riddle, I'm really curious," he began, his tone slightly sarcastic and inquisitive.

"Are those things you mentioned the legendary 'drawing cakes to appease hunger'? Or is it that our great evil Voldemort can't even control a basilisk now?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and scanned the other person's face sharply, as if trying to catch a flaw in Riddle's expression.

The latter did not speak, and Gareth did not hesitate any longer. He just sat there quietly, his eyes fixed on the black-covered notebook in front of him.

A cunning red light flashed in Gareth's eyes, like the gleam in a cheetah's eyes when it spots its prey in the dark night.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile, and it was obvious that he already had a plan in mind.

“Well, there are no basilisks yet,” he said to himself, in a low, confident voice, “but soon, I shall have them appear.

Dumbledore would love this surprise, and Cygnus would be impressed, wouldn't she?

Dear sister, are you ready for all this?