The two who left the Ravenclaw Tower didn't go straight to Gryffindor to find Percy, even though Penelope was supposed to be on duty with Percy tonight... The two of them still turned into the weeping Myrtle's bathroom halfway through, and the hallway that had been waterlogged not long ago was still clean now, and it seemed that Filch was still very dedicated, although he was not satisfied with his work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, are the two little sisters coming to chat with the senior sister again, or do you want to listen to the story of the senior sister, ahhahaha..."Myrtle screamed and rushed into a toilet, making a big splash.

"Maybe we'd love to talk to you, but not now," Erinka said, using her magic to kick Myrtle out of the bath, as Holly rushed straight in the direction of the sink, carefully observing the faucets one after another. Until the last one, the expression on Holly's face changed suddenly, from the previous expressionless face, to ecstatic, as if he had found some huge treasure.

Erinka, who was trying to come up to observe, took two steps back, and Holly herself slowly stepped back, hissing in her throat. "Open. ”

"Snake language?" asked Erinka.

"yes, I think there's something we've missed, and that's right. Holly replied. With a shocked face, he looked at the passage that was gradually revealing in front of him. "Let's go back first. ”

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After finding Percy, the two of them just relayed Penelope's situation and followed Percy around the corridor without the slightest discomfort, and Percy didn't seem to react in particular. Nothing happened all night...

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In Gryffindor's common room, after Percy left, there were only two people left in the warm hall - Harry and Hermione, red and yellow, combined with the light of the fire, making the whole room extremely warm. Harry was still poring over Riddle's journal while Hermione across the table continued to struggle with her homework. Suddenly, Harry seemed to think of something, and then slammed the table, knocking over the inkwell on the table.

"Hermione, I thought about it. We might ask the two Ravenclaw girls, they must know a lot about the Chamber of Secrets. ”

"Harry, can you not be so surprised, your inked my transfiguration job, and I'm going to have to transcribe it again. Hermione grumbled. "Okay, I'll admit you're right, but are you sure those two girls will tell you what you want to know? I don't think you can get any useful information from either of them. ”

"But I still think we should try. All right. ”

"And, I guess you need to clean up your desktop first... Hey, this diary... Harry, I think we've got a new clue... Look at this diary—" Hermione interrupted Harry, gesturing at the journal. There, the ink on the table melts into silk threads, which are being absorbed by the diary in streams.

Seeing this situation, the two no longer bothered with the ink on the table, sat together, and prepared a good diary "conversation".

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Harry and Hermione, who came out of Riddle's memory, fell straight on the couch, but fortunately it was late at night, and no one showed up in the common room, otherwise they would have been startled by the two.

"Harry, do you think it's true?" asked Hermione, uncertainly, after all, Hagrid loved big, ugly, and terrifying animals, and the dragon from his first year was still alive in the memories of several people. At the same time, she didn't believe Hagrid would do such a thing.

"But Riddle was paid after Hagrid's expulsion," Harry said hesitantly. What he had just seen in Riddle's memory made him and Hermione both head up for a while, but the two of them still agreed that this matter must not be told to Ron, otherwise no one was sure what could happen.

"I think we'll need to go to Hagrid sometime. Harry proposed, and he was hopeful that the attack would stop.

"Well, but don't call Ron. Hermione added, Harry hesitated, then agreed.

In fact, for a long time after that, the attacks didn't happen, the only thing that might be unusual was that Ginny only showed up once or two a week, and the rest of the time she didn't know where she was, even when her brothers asked, and Fred and George always lost their targets...

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Second-graders had to start thinking about their third-year curriculum during the Easter breaks... The vast majority of second-graders fail to have a light-hearted Easter. Muggle-born wizards and wizards are the same, Muggle-born wizards are struggling with which classes to take, and wizard-born wizards are drowning in all kinds of advice. Of course, Holly and Erinka were not among them, because the two of them had already determined the classes they needed to take, and even started preparing a year in advance... The two of them were repeating their stylized lives day after day, knowing the day before Ravenclaw and Gryffindor's Quidditch matches...

In the corner of the library, where there was hardly anyone, a house-elf appeared with a bang, and the elf was about to bang his forehead against the nearest corner of the table.

"Stop, Dolly. Holly gave her own order as soon as the elf appeared near the table where she was, and instead of getting the news after the elf had wasted time punishing herself, it was better to listen to the news before deciding what to do with the elf.

"It's... Master, Dolly is at fault, Dolly lost the red-headed girl, Dolly didn't stop the girl from getting the diary, it was Dolly's mistake..."

"Alright, you can go down. Holly said coldly.

"It looks like it's going to be hard not to meddle this time," Erinka sighed.

"Fortunately, Dumbledore has found another replacement for the dead this year, otherwise it would not have ended well. It looks like the time for a walk in Basilisk has come again. ”

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In Slajelin's secret room, Holly and Erinka sat in Salazar's study, casually flipping through the books left behind, while their attention was on the outside, quietly listening to the sounds outside. It wasn't until the hissing snake letter grew louder and quieter, and then it gradually subsided, that the two of them walked outside the open area, took the notebook from the red-haired girl's hand, closed it, and put it in a special-looking black bag.

Slowly raising his head, he looked at the trembling body in front of him from bottom to top, "Miss Weasley, it's time to tell me your decision, whether to be my servant or to be the food of Basilisk?" said House, in a very flat tone.

P.S: The next plot is going to break down very badly...