Hogwarts lazy snake

In the silent Hogwarts Castle, the night enveloped everything like thick ink. In the women's bathroom, Horn stood quietly in front of the sink, waiting for a possible miracle.

However, after waiting for a long time, the sink remained motionless, as if it were sealed by the most stubborn magic.

Horn frowned slightly and scratched his head gently with his wand, wondering if he had missed any key steps.

"Snapped!"

Horn slapped himself on the forehead in annoyance and muttered in a low voice: "It's all because of that nagging old woman Myrtle. She made me so confused that I almost forgot important things."

As he spoke, Horn quickly cast the Animagus magic and instantly transformed into a viper. He used his mental power to slowly float himself up, and looking at the handsome figure in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart.

He made a hissing sound and exclaimed: "This handsome look is worthy of me!"

Then Horn came to his senses from his narcissism and started to get down to business.

He fixed his eyes on the faucet with the mysterious tattoo and shouted in snake language: "Hiss~Hiss (Open!)" However, the result was disappointing, there was still no sign of it opening.

Horn fell into deep thought, thinking to himself: Is it possible that the snake language is not enough? Is it only the Parseltongue that can open this mysterious door?

Horn tried several more times unwillingly, but no matter how hard he tried, the sink still did not respond. In desperation, he had to give up the idea of ​​using a spell to open the door.

After changing back to human form, Horn looked at Myrtle who was still stuck there and sighed helplessly. It seemed that this night visit to the women's bathroom would end in failure.

"Crack!"

Just as Horn was about to turn around and leave, the sink suddenly made a slight sound and slowly moved to both sides.

"The basilisk suddenly hid underneath and dared not come out? This is really a strange phenomenon. Oh, by the way. Tom, do you want to fight Voldemort? I can help you and make you the main soul."

"Thank you, I'll think about it. I don't know what happened to the basilisk, but at least we can let it go out and continue attacking those stupid half-bloods and those mudbloods, and make them disappear from Hogwarts."

At the same time, two voices came from the door that had not yet been fully opened. Horn was shocked, and he immediately used his mental power to quickly pull Myrtle into a toilet cubicle.

He used his mental power to tightly wrap himself and Myrtle, not daring to breathe.

Two figures, one tall and one small, walked out of the secret passage.

"Okay, ahaha~ then you take your time to think about it, I'm going to go back and get some beauty sleep." Lockhart yawned, waved his hand, and walked towards the aisle.

Ginny Weasley stood there, looking at the completely closed exit of the secret passage. While thinking about what Lockhart had just said, she slowly walked towards the aisle.

When she reached the bathroom door, Ginny suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at a cubicle in the bathroom. She looked at it quietly for a second, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and then she turned and left.

After hearing no more noise outside, Horn, who looked like a viper in the cubicle, kept spitting out his tongue, carefully feeling the situation outside.

After a long time, Horn was relieved when he was sure that there was no movement.

At noon the next day, sunlight shone through the stained glass windows onto the corridors of Hogwarts, adding a warm color to the ancient castle.

Horne and Professor McGonagall came out of the Misuse of Magic Office at the Ministry of Magic.

"Well, Horn, you are now a legal Animagus."

Professor McGonagall showed a hint of surprise on her face and asked, "I didn't expect that Horn, a wizard like you who was born in the Muggle world, the Ministry of Magic didn't do too much inspection on your Animagus. This is really a surprising thing."

Horn muttered to himself, this was not surprising at all, it was just because he had the number one alchemy master in the wizarding world as his teacher and he was the future head of the Guardian's logistics department.

"Haha, maybe the Ministry of Magic trusts me so much because I'm well-behaved. That must be the case."

Horn said with a smile, then took out his pocket watch to check the time, "Professor McGonagall, it seems like it's almost time for lunch, let's go back quickly."

Professor McGonagall certainly knew some things about Horn and the legendary alchemist, but she didn't expect that he would think so highly of Horn.

But thinking back, it made sense. Looking at the powerful weapons on Harry and Ron, as well as the items that Malfoy and Harry used to fight against the Bludger in the previous Quidditch match, it was clear that Horn's talent for alchemy was indeed very high.

After returning to Hogwarts, Horn couldn't wait to run to the restaurant. He was already starving.

Along the way, he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of delicious food wafting from the restaurant, which was the biggest temptation to his hungry stomach.

When Horn just ran into the restaurant, suddenly, two figures appeared in front of him like lightning, blocking his way.

"What? I want to eat." Horn looked at the Weasley twins standing in front of him with curiosity. But he was really hungry, so he suggested: "How about we talk while we eat?"

"Stop eating, Hermione and that Malfoy boy are both petrified!"

"We're in the school infirmary now, little Horn, you don't have that grass yet."

Before Horn could say anything else, George and Fred each held one of Horn's arms and walked towards the school infirmary without saying a word.

"I say, can you please let me go? I can walk by myself!" Horn looked at the strange looks from the little wizards around him and immediately shouted at the two of them.

"Can't wait!" said Fred eagerly.

"This is faster because we both have longer legs!" George also quickly explained.

In this way, Horn was carried by the Weasley twins all the way, stumbling towards the school infirmary. At first, he felt extremely embarrassed, and the eyes of the little wizards around him were like sharp arrows shooting at him, making him want to find a crack in the ground to hide in. There was surprise, curiosity, and ridicule in those eyes, all kinds of eyes intertwined together, making Horn feel like a clown put under the spotlight for exhibition, and this feeling of social death was about to drown him.

As they passed through more and more places, more and more little wizards saw this scene, and the discussions became louder and louder.

"Look, Horn is being held by the Weasley brothers. What's going on?" A first-grade wizard asked, pulling the sleeve of his classmate next to him.

"It may be related to what happened this morning. But Horn seems to have not grown taller. He still looks the same." Another little wizard guessed.

Horn listened to the discussions, and the embarrassment in his heart gradually turned into helplessness, and finally he just gave up. He fumbled in his pocket for a while, took out some snacks, and ate them as if no one was around.