The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After the two left, Loren knocked on the door of the bathroom stall, suppressing a smile and shouted: "They left, come out. Let's go to the school doctor's office to find Ms. Pomfrey."

"Go away! No!" Hermione's voice was soft and thin, as fierce as a kitten's. It might be that her throat and vocal cords were also affected by the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren threatened the little girl faintly: "Let's go. If you don't leave, when Myrtle comes back, this door won't be able to stop her."

Hermione was silent and thought for a moment. Myrtle could even watch the prefect take a shower for several days. If she saw her like this, she would definitely not be able to escape ridicule.

Her tone softened, with a cry in her voice: "You, you promise not to laugh at me."

The corners of Loren's lips curled up, no, there's no guarantee at all. I want to laugh when I hear the sound, and I want to watch it.

He took a deep breath, tried to control his expression, and said seriously: "Polyjuice is a relatively complex potion. It is normal for some problems to occur during use. I am half a pharmacist and have read many related cases. You won’t laugh for sure.”

Hermione didn't know that people outside were already looking forward to the cat girl. She thought that Loren was really focused on the potion problem, and felt much more at ease. After a moment of hesitation, Hermione opened the door to the single room.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Loren's bright, expectant eyes.

The little kitten girl is eleven or twelve years old. She has a round face and eyes. She is covered with soft cat fur, which is plush and looks very good. The eyes turned round yellow, and the triangular ears were twitching, with a shy pink color. The tail poked out of the robe and dragged feebly on the floor.

"That's a cat hair!" Hermione cried aggrievedly, "M-Millicent must have raised a cat! But, polyjuice potion is not used to transform animals!"

Loren's fingers hanging in her sleeves were shaking restlessly, each one shouting: "Cute!" Want to get started!

He suppressed the thought of joking. If he said something sarcastic again at this time, he would definitely be beaten by Hermione in cat form.

"There have been cases of animal hair misused in polyjuice potions in the past. It's not a big problem." Loren comforted softly. He had indeed checked the relevant cases beforehand.

Hermione raised her head, her round eyes seemed to have stars in them, staring at him expectantly: "You will recover soon, right?"

"No," Loren's words were extremely cruel, "On the contrary, it will prolong the transformation time of Polyjuice Potion. Even with the intervention of a therapist, it will take nearly a month to recover."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, and the three pairs of naughty long whiskers beside her lips were trembling, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"But that was a case many years ago. Madam Pomfrey might have other solutions." Loren naturally reached out and touched Hermione's forehead, as if it was an ordinary comfort. If it weren't for his fingers scratching .

Sure enough, it's soft, warm, and feels great!

But Hermione was still trapped in the heavy blow and didn't notice it. He was held by Loren in a daze, huddled behind him, walked out of the bathroom, and went to the school doctor's office.

The school doctor's office is on the second floor. They were familiar with the route and arrived quickly.

Loren stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Madam Pomfrey, Madam Pomfrey!"

Strangely, the door to the school doctor's office was not closed tightly, but was left ajar. Loren opened it with a light knock.

The creaking sound of loose leaves spread in the quiet space, which was particularly obvious.

Loren turned and looked at Hermione, both of them with doubts in their eyes. Madam Pomfrey was a careful and conscientious healer who could not possibly forget to close the door.

Loren took hold of Hermione's plush cat's paw, stepped into the school doctor's room step by step, and moved inside cautiously.

It was a mess inside, with several white sheets scattered on the floor, and some bottles and jars of medicine knocked to the ground. The patient who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed was missing. Most importantly, the therapist in white clothes was lying on the ground in a state of confusion.

The two people quickly gathered around: "Ms. Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!"

…

"Damn it, why is the Slytherin common room so hard to find?"

"I thought it would be easy to find, but who knew the aisle down here is like a maze!"

Harry and Ron spent some time returning to Gryffindor Tower to retrieve the Invisibility Cloak. After entering the basement, they ran quickly through the maze-like corridors in the basement, trying to find the entrance to the Slytherin common room as quickly as possible.

As a result, there was still no result after more than ten minutes. They had never expected to encounter this problem before, and almost thought that today's operation would fail.

The two of them scratched the wall and gasped in frustration.

"I didn't expect that we would fail for this reason." Harry felt irritated.

Ron looked around: "It would be great if we could wait for someone from Slytherin. We could follow him into the Slytherin lounge."

"Goyle was brought down by us. Malfoy is probably staying in the lounge. Is he just looking forward to Crabbe who has been missing?"

"Well, without Loren and Hermione, we can't do anything."

Suddenly, sudden footsteps sounded in the quiet underground corridor.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron quickly put on the invisibility cloak. Harry subconsciously wanted to hide in the invisibility cloak, and realized that he was now Goyle of Slytherin, so he puffed up his chest and stood there confidently.

At this point in time, the only people in the basement would be Slytherins. Harry was overjoyed: "If it's Crabbe, we'll ask him where the rest room is. Anyway, Goyle is a fool. It's normal not to remember the rest room."

It would be better if it was Malfoy...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. When he emerged from the shadows, Harry opened his mouth in surprise: "Percy! What are you doing here!"

Percy looked weird and panicked at first, but quickly calmed down and retorted forcefully as if he was offended: "This is none of your business!"

"You are Goyle, right?" Percy said arrogantly as a prefect, "Go back to your own dormitory. It's not safe to wander in the dark corridors recently."

"You're just wandering around!"

"I'm a prefect, nothing is going to attack me."

Harry looked at him suspiciously, paused, and said tentatively: "I, I forgot the location of the lounge... and the password."

Percy squinted his eyes to look at "Crabbe" in front of him, and his penetrating eyes brought some pressure to Harry.

Yes, it's too suspicious that a second-year wizard doesn't know where the lounge is.

Harry prayed that Goyle's usual image of an idiot would sink in enough that Percy wouldn't notice anything unusual.

After a moment, Percy turned and pointed to the aisle behind: "Go that way and pay attention to the snake-shaped pattern on the torch shelf. The direction of the snake's head is the direction of the Slytherin lounge-"

Harry was about to say thank you when Percy looked at him and continued: "Today's password is, glory."

The glare in his eyes almost made Harry think that the Polyjuice Potion had failed. Harry braced himself, faced Percy's appraising gaze, hurriedly thanked him and ran away in a hurry.

After passing several corners and confirming that Percy could no longer be seen, Ron excitedly pulled off the invisibility cloak and jumped a few times excitedly: "He even knows the password of Slytherin! He even knows the password of Slytherin!" I know all the passwords!”

Harry was confused about the situation and asked confusedly: "Isn't this something a prefect should know?"

"Of course not, Harry," Ron said with a smile on his face, he was proud of his brother, "Percy must be investigating the heir of Slytherin, maybe even entering the Slytherin common room. pass!"

Harry was equally happy, because it showed that Percy did not doubt him: "Let's go, we have to hurry up."

The entrance to the Slytherin common room is hidden in the stone wall. If it weren't for the snake heads on the two torches facing each other, they would definitely not be able to find their location.

After saying the password, the stone door slowly opened, and "Goyle" and the invisible Ron strode in.

Slytherin's common room is a long, narrow basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone. Round, glowing green lights are hung from the ceiling by chains.

In front of them, a fire crackled under an intricately carved mantelpiece, reflecting the figure of Malfoy, who sat on the carved chairs surrounding it.

Malfoy was holding a large newspaper and flipping through it. The time was yesterday, and the top of the page read - Daily Prophet.

Harry glanced around and saw an event photo of two men shaking hands on the largest board, smiling brightly. The one on the left is Lucius Malfoy, and the one on the right is the Minister of Magic he met during the day, Cornelius Fudge.

It says:

Malfoy helps the Ministry of Magic again

Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge meets the famous philanthropist, gentleman...(a long list of names) Lucius Malfoy. The Malfoy family will contribute to the winter subsidy fund for Ministry of Magic staff, Auror equipment subsidies... and many other funds that the Ministry of Magic urgently needs...

The Malfoy family will host a number of Ministry of Magic officials during the Christmas holidays to discuss issues such as the long-term development of the British wizarding community...

damn it!

Lucius Malfoy was a member of the school board. He must have colluded with that Cornelius Fudge to capture Hagrid without providing any evidence.

Harry gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and then put them down.

Draco Malfoy put the newspaper on his lap, looked up at "Goyle", and frowned: "Why are you back? Didn't I tell you to stay away from Crabbe recently? Are you hanging out again?"

Harry remembered what Seamus said to him. Many young wizards in Slytherin felt that something was wrong with Crabbe recently. It seemed that this was the case. Even Malfoy and Goyle wanted to stay away from him.

Seeing "Goyle" hesitating and unable to speak clearly, Malfoy frowned even more.

Harry didn't want to delay on these matters, so he asked quietly: "Yes, is there any news about the secret room?"

The topic changed so abruptly that Malfoy felt a little uneasy. He looked at "Goyle" carefully and didn't see anything wrong. He just thought he was being stupid again.

He slapped the newspaper on the small wooden table next to the carved chair: "I am also very surprised. It has been two months and the Daily Prophet has not reported these attacks. It really surprises me."

Malfoy continued thoughtfully: "My guess is that Dumbledore wants to sweep everything under the rug. If he doesn't stop what's going on, he'll be fired. My dad said the school was being reformed to get rid of the Board of Governors. Dumbledore wanted to expand his power. First the school, then what? Ha, the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore wanted to be Minister of Magic."

Harry felt that there was nothing wrong with Dumbledore being the Minister of Magic. Anyway, he would definitely not wrongly accuse good people for money.

Harry continued to ask in Goyle's voice: "You, who do you think the heir will be?"

At this moment, Harry felt pain in his scar, and guided by some intuition, he turned his head and looked. Seeing Crabbe walking step by step from the direction of the dormitory, Harry felt a pain in the scar on his forehead, which passed by in a flash.

He walked past several people without looking at them and walked straight out of the lounge. Harry noticed a bulge under his magic robes, as if he was carrying something.

Malfoy curled his lips and grunted: "There was no one around during the whole dinner. I thought you were hanging out with him, hiding in some classroom and eating some good food, but I didn't expect that he was actually in the dormitory the whole time."

Harry felt the pain disappear and breathed a sigh of relief. I thought to myself that it was no wonder that they couldn't squat down to Crabbe. It turned out that he didn't go to dinner at all.

Ron, who was hiding at the side, almost screamed when he saw the lightning-shaped scar on "Goyle"'s head. He quickly grabbed Harry's sleeve and whispered in his ear: "The time is up, let's go!"

Harry was startled, clutching his stomach and ran outside in a panic: "My stomach hurts. Go get some medicine to treat it."

"Stay away from Crabbe! Do you hear me?" Malfoy ordered from behind.

Harry and Ron leapt across the Slytherin common room, and by the time they broke out of the stone wall, Harry was completely transformed. The two of them saw Crabbe's figure disappearing around the corner in front, and they slowed down in unison.

Harry said to the empty place: "My scar suddenly hurt just now. He must have something to do with Voldemort."

Ron turned out of the invisibility cloak, looked at the direction where Crabbe disappeared, and said with a headache: "Isn't there really a Voldemort hidden in the back of his head?"

"No matter, let's follow up and take a look." Harry said, stretched out his hand to unfold the invisibility cloak, covered both of them, and pulled Ron after him.

Crabbe was not fast, at least not as fast as the two running men. Harry and Ron quickly followed.

What is strange is that Crabbe did not go directly towards the basement exit. He walked around in the corridors on the underground floor and finally entered an inconspicuous room.

Just when Harry and Ron were debating whether to follow or not, Crabbe came out, with two stiff bodies floating behind him.

Ron instantly covered his mouth and Harry's mouth to prevent them from screaming, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It's Colin and Justin who were petrified!

Why are they here?

Are they dead?

Is Crabbe the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?

Countless questions came to the minds of the two of them. They looked at each other in tacit understanding and followed quietly. Until they arrived at a place they were very familiar with - Myrtle's bathroom.

Crabbe stepped into the bathroom and came to an ordinary sink. He stretched out his sleeves to a copper faucet. A thin black snake came out of his sleeves and hissed to the faucet: "Open."

The dragon's head emits a dazzling white light and begins to spin rapidly. Then, the pool started to move. They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe with an entrance that could accommodate a person.