[HP] Noble

"The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets? Here?" Potter exclaimed in a fuss. "But—but Salazar Slytherin is a man. Why did he put the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in a girl's bathroom? His heir , that red eye—oh shit, is it Riddle? Is he the heir of Slytherin?"

Potter's mouth was now open enough to fit an egg.

Scorpius ignored him, just bent down and looked at the situation of the faucet—one thing he was a little bit concerned about, because it had been almost three months since Mrs. Norris was attacked. month, which means that the basilisk has been released three months ago, but now, the entrance seems to have just been opened——

Because there were obvious marks of being scratched on the faucet, Scorpius stretched out his hand and found that it happened to be a mark that could be scratched with one hand, and the mark had not had time to fall on new dust.

Could it be that someone has gone down to the secret room one step ahead of time?

... Ginny Weasley?

What does she want to do?

Scorpius: "...well, strange."

At this time, the second graders, who hadn't noticed the black-haired Slytherin's movements at all, were still having a "hot discussion"——

"Of course the entrance came later, and I don't think Slytherin himself would put the guide's pattern all over the place. Those who would do it, of course, did it because they thought it was an honor—and the body For Salazar Slytherin himself, his glory has overwhelmed the fact that the Slytherin family is an ancient family born under the guidance of BETHOR, so he will not do this, and I have never seen BETHOR Symbols appear anywhere in the Slytherin common room."

"I noticed that you mentioned 'BETHOR' repeatedly," Harry said with a glance at the platinum nobleman, looking very concerned. When he pronounced the word, the pronunciation seemed a little strange, "but you told me not to ask you By whom? Even though it sounds like the whole point of the whole thing?"

"For Muggle-raised you, this question seems a little too difficult, Potter." Draco said in a matter-of-fact tone without irony, "If you really want to know, just sit down to read books and newspapers earlier in the day, instead of wasting a lot of time fooling around with your foolish friends."

Scorpius: "Oh, Draco, you sound a bit like Professor McGonagall."

"I'm just telling the truth, it has nothing to do with who I look like." Draco lazily glanced sideways at the senior Slytherin behind him, "It's like a minor asking himself Sometimes, instead of wasting time telling them the question of 'why do mom and dad sleep in the same bed', we can also have a more concise answer, 'picking up in the trash can' Come here', 'Buy one get one free at Lihen Bookstore', 'St.

"……seriously?"

"Of course, when my father told me that I was the seed that the store owner gave me when my mother bought the potion ingredients and they planted it in a pot in the garden, I didn't sleep well for three days in a row, for fear of my feet It grows grass roots and no longer needs to eat, but only needs to be watered for photosynthesis-God knows I was only three years old at the time." Draco shrugged, "It turned out that it didn't grow up well-some problems You won't die if you get to the bottom of it, anyway, you will know the truth sooner or later."

"..."

Potter listened to Draco's divine theory, and besides being a little dazed, he looked almost convinced.

On the contrary, Draco's tone that didn't sound like a joke made Scorpius very dumbfounded, and at this moment he remembered that if they had children in the future-if they could have children-the result must be divorce until the children Grown up and remarried, or he has to spend every second of his life making sure the kids stay away from their horrible father—

What is "someone will not die if you don't get to the bottom of the problem, anyway, you will find out sooner or later"? !

Before this, Scorpius had thought that Draco would aspire to raise children into elites from the first second of having them, and now he suddenly realized that this was a terrible illusion.

for this matter.

At this moment, Scorpius can only end with a dry "well, it's cute to think you grew out of a pot".

And Draco didn't seem to care much about how much irony there was in this sentence. The fact that he dared to say it in front of Potter showed that he himself didn't think it was a stain on his life.At this moment, he had already stood up from the faucet, turned on the faucet next to him, and washed his rusty hands clean. While washing his hands seriously, he asked without raising his head: "So What should we do now?"

He didn't specify whom to ask.

But Scorpius subconsciously looked at Potter, and as expected, Potter immediately said surprisingly: "I'm going to the secret room, find that monster, and destroy him."

"That's a good proposal. Although you don't even know what kind of monster you're about to face, it's always a Gryffindor thing to be so brave." Now Draco couldn't see it. Glancing at him, he washed his hands on his own first, and then waved his wand to clean up the mirror of the sink that was covered with a thick layer of dust. After a series of actions, he tucked the wand back into his waist , leaned closer to the mirror and began to study his hairstyle—for example, how to make his too soft forehead hair fall down and block his eyes without using hair gel.

After speaking, he paused again, glanced quickly at the Gryffindor savior in the mirror, and added, "I thought you would want to go to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore."

"I did it out of consideration! You probably don't know that after sending me to the hospital wing, even Professor McGonagall left the school and she went to the Ministry of Magic! So many people have been affected Attack, since we have found the entrance to the secret room, why do we have to wait any longer?"

Potter raised his voice slightly, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the fact that the two principals had left the school—this also explained another thing, that is, he probably didn't know at this time that his Good friend and old friend Hagrid has been thrown into Azkaban.

"What's more, Dumbledore is not at school, we can no longer rely on anyone for this matter—"

"Where did 'we' come from, Potter, you actually used such a word to describe 'you' and 'me', it's terrible." Draco finally took his eyes back from the mirror, he looked Reluctantly, this stinky little bastard.

"Oh, whatever!" said Potter, looking momentarily furious, "I'll go find Ron, tell him about it, and go with him to kill that—er, listen You seem to know what we're about to face, Malfoy."

"You finally got the point." Draco chuckled, "But why do you think I'll tell you?"

"Okay, Draco, stop playing." Scorpius said with a headache, "Just tell him."

It's not the first time anyway.

Oh, no, it should be accurate, anyway, "later" this kind of thing often happens.

"Okay," Draco looked at Scorpius hesitantly, as if weighing what he said, and after seeing that the latter's face was not so joking, he said reluctantly, "Since You said so - look, Potter, the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a basilisk, and the things that attacked Moaning Myrtle, Hermione Granger, Lady Norris, were basilisks, The dead people looked into its eyes directly, and the petrified people, they all looked into its eyes indirectly through different things, standing water, mirrors or whatever-so it was only petrified, Not death."

"Hermione never carries those things that girls like," said Potter, looking bright. "But yes - we did find a little mirror on her that day! That's Ginny's thing, Ron said!" "

"She had already noticed what it was, so she took precautions. In the end, she was attacked during the verification process, but she saved her own life because of precautions—I guess—"

Draco walked out of the bathroom while talking, he suddenly opened the door of the bathroom that was tightly closed at this time, but the next second, the scene that appeared in his eyes made him close his own door Mouth.

Because at this time, outside the door of the bathroom, there are now two more spectators in the corridor that should be empty. One of them has very beautiful curly hair, and Draco's condensed silver-gray When he opened his pupils, he grinned and showed a bright smile——

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy," said Gilderoy Lockhart. "Excellent analysis. If I had the chance, I would give you an 'excellent' on your Defense Against the Dark Arts final term for it." .”

Draco didn't speak, his eyes moved away from Lockhart's face, and finally settled on another person outside the door - at this moment, that person blushed and pursed his lips tightly , his hair looks the same color as his face at the moment, bright red like ketchup splashed all over his face.

Ron Weasley stood stiffly and tensely in front of Professor Lockhart, his amber eyes twirling wildly in their sockets - it looked rather ridiculous, but it conveyed the point perfectly. Some other information - such as why the wand case that Professor Lockhart kept hanging around his waist was empty at this moment, and why his hand seemed to be slightly bent to hold something against the back of the second-year Slytherin in front of him.

The corners of Ron Weasley's lips were tightly glued together, and it seemed that he had been cast into some kind of spell, which made him unable to open his mouth and could only make a vague sound: "Uh - save - uh uh -"

"...Professors can point their wands at their students under certain circumstances, but the current one may make you lose your job." Pulling Draco back to protect him, Scorpius said flatly .

Draco poked his head out from behind Scorpius, and added, "Only if you care about the rice."

The smile on Lockhart's face became brighter: "Hogwarts is about to close down, do you think I care? What I care more about is that you seem to have mentioned Salazar Slytherin and His Chamber of Secrets, aha, boys, you will find that this is the biggest reward of the night, what do you think my next book should be called? How about "Me and the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Whatever," Draco curled his lips, and pointed to the direction of the sink at the entrance of the secret room with a very generous hand, "The entrance is over there, you can go."

"What makes you think that I will go to the secret room alone? Oh oh oh, correct the question, what makes you think that I will go to the secret room?" Professor Lockhart laughed loudly. His pupils flickered non-stop, full of excitement and greed, "Children, you are wrong, you are the one who will go down to the secret room tonight, not me - just like saving the whole village from It was an old American wizard not me who was attacked by a werewolf; Muggles learning to surf—”

Ron Weasley looked incredibly wide-eyed, and Potter did the same - except that the Savior of Gryffindor, who had long thought he was a big liar, was only ashamed of his shameless bastards. The professor was very angry about this!

Draco didn't look surprised: "To tell you the truth, I'm surprised that these things actually happened."

"And in my next book, it will be true that Hogwarts, facing permanent closure, finally reopens after the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets are properly killed. I am honored to be the first to hear The whole process, and then gently giving you a forgetting spell instead of... Avada Kedavra?"

Professor Lockhart blinked mischievously, just like he did in the magazine - Scorpius thought his expression looked so stupid before, but now he realized that this man is not stupid at all, he is smart Very - and quite shameless.

"Ouch," Scorpius raised the corners of his lips, "Is this still trying to kill someone or something?"

"You've heard my secret, it's not good to let it out, Mr. Great." Professor Lockhart said with a smile, "I heard that your blood is a little different from other children, I have been looking forward to hearing from you. Get something - oh, Eastern magic, right? I'm sure my readers will love how I chant the mantras in Chinese!"

Potter yelled unbearably: "You said it yourself, and no one asked you to say it!"

Professor Lockhart didn't answer him, just grinning cheerfully with his big white teeth.

At this moment, the corners of Ron Weasley's lips were squirming crazily—it seemed that the spell that glued his mouth together was about to fail, Scorpius glanced at him and asked, "Tell me Look, why are you here again, Mr Weasley?"

"..." The red-haired Gryffindor made a whining sound at first, and then he finally spoke, although the words were a little unclear, "Ginny left me a note, she, she said she would Go to the Chamber of Secrets to solve all this, and I will come to her—"

Potter looked shocked. "Ginny?! How - no, no, Ron, how did you know you should come here for Ginny, we just found out -"

"Oh, your good buddy probably knew the truth about the Chamber of Secrets much earlier than you, Potter." Draco looked at the completely shocked Gryffindor savior with gloating eyes, and added fuel to the fire , "He just thinks it's fun to watch you go around in pursuit of the truth without saying anything, I guess."