"Whatever the truth, I can't let them down. www.biquge.info"The joints of her fingers have been pinched white by herself,

Hermione slowly walked over to Malfoy's seat and sat down as little as she could.

"Huh?" Malfoy glanced at her, noticing the movement around her, and then never looked away.

Hermione's heart tightened. "Is there something wrong?" Hermione felt her whole body tense.

"Well, the dean is amazing, this robe can't be seen to be stained with ink at all. Malfoy was looking at her robes. "By the way, didn't that Potter come back with you?" he continued.

"He's still being stricken. The professor speaks. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied that Snape had almost blurted out something that had made her heart almost hang again, but luckily it had been changed again.

"Our dean really cares for Potter," Malfoy said with a smirk, thinking of the rotten girls in his previous life, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

In other words, he himself is also a victim of the BL world.

"Well, I don't think you're in the mood to eat, why don't we go back to the break room?" asked Malfoy after teasing himself in his mind.

"Okay. Hermione tried to let herself talk as little as possible, and that was exactly what she wanted, and it was easier to talk when there were fewer people.

Malfoy only felt like his brain was about to explode, so he decided to relax. "Teaching" Pansy should be a good way to relax, and he feels the need to test his teaching today.

The departure of the two attracted little attention, and most of the students' attention remained on the food in front of them.

They turned through the passages until they finally came to an empty, wet stone wall, through which they could reach the Slytherin common room.

"Purebred. Malfoy said.

A stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Malfoy strode in, Hermione close behind.

It was Hermione's first visit to the Slytherin common room, and perhaps the last, it was a long, narrow, low basement with walls and ceiling made of rough stone, and round, greenish lamps hung from the ceiling chained. In front of them, under an intricately carved fireplace, a fire crackled and burned, perhaps it was too early, most of the students were still eating in the auditorium, and now there was no one but the two of them, and the glow of the fireplace reflected Hermione and Malfoy.

"The old rules. Malfoy approached Hermione and spoke to her.

"What is he going to do?" Hermione felt her blush like a boiled crab, and it was only then that she remembered that Malfoy and Pansy had always been close, and her heart was inexplicably sour.

"Well, is it a fever when you're so red?" Malfoy reached for Hermione's forehead. "No, the temperature is normal. He looked at Hermione for a moment before saying, "I don't want you to play tricks, it's useless to pretend to be sick, this kind of thing can't be sloppy." As he spoke, he was about to reach out to her.

"What the hell is he going to do, and he still wants to be strong?" Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode, and teenage girls were ignorant about that aspect, and it was normal for them to be cranky.

"Okay. As if thinking of something, Malfoy returned his hand, "I forgot you didn't have a wand." Malfoy touched his chin and swept his gaze to the other side, then walked over and picked up the usual wand, presumably one of Crabbe and Goyle.

"I'll use it. Malfoy tossed it over to Hermione. "Don't be in a daze. Malfoy saw Hermione standing there stunned after taking her wand, and he couldn't get angry. "What are you waiting for?" he asked.

"Except for your weapons!" a flash of red light burst out at the tip of Malfoy's staff, striking at Hermione.

"Armor protection!" Hermione thought she had been discovered, and her heart was like an entangled mess, but she still subconsciously used the iron armor charm.

The spell bounced off and rushed into the flames of the fireplace, disappearing into nothingness.

"Not bad. Malfoy's brow, which had been a little furrowed, widened, and his tone looked very happy. "It's been a lot of progress. He said.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and now that she had guessed the reason for his performance, she was even more upbeat at the shameful thoughts she had just made.

"Isn't this a good opportunity to cut into the conversation?" Hermione said in a complaining tone, "but it's useless to meet the basilisk." Her heart was like a heavily hammered drum, for fear of hearing a sentence: "It's okay, that's under my control anyway." Something like that.

Malfoy looked at Hermione with strange eyes and said, "You actually care about the basilisk too? Didn't you always say that I and Dumbledore could protect you, and you weren't worried at all?"

Hearing this, Hermione regretted it for a while, feeling that she was aggressive again, and began to be nervous again, afraid that she would be recognized.

But Malfoy only said that, and he added, "Indeed, it doesn't matter if you do encounter a basilisk. He seemed to have a headache in mind, and took a breath and said, "The basilisk probably has the same armor properties as the dragon's skin, and can reflect spells that hit it, and only its eyes and mouth are the only weak points of defense. He shook his head, "It's reluctant, but when a wizard faces him, maybe only physical damage can be used, and even weaker spells may be bounced." ”

"But don't worry, the basilisk will only target non-pure-blood wizards, and you're safe. ”

Hermione's mood was both a little happy and a little lost, happy to see this answer, Malfoy was not the one who controlled the basilisk, and disappointed that she didn't find the truth, but she still asked, "Naro... How the Weasleys were petrified too. ”

Malfoy glanced at Hermione suspiciously, "You're a little strange today, don't you usually care about this?" but continued: "He must have other reasons." Malfoy's vague words made Hermione suspicious.

"How would he have known there was another reason, could it.." Hermione was a little reluctant to imagine it any longer, and she was clearly suspicious enough to talk about other things.

One question and one answer, it was fine, but Hermione felt that her doubts were deeper, Malfoy's answer was suspicious, Hermione felt that she was further away from the truth, and she even thought: "Is he hiding even the closest people?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, it should be that the other students had returned, Hermione estimated the time, the effect of the compound decoction was about to expire, she had to find an excuse to leave, this time the cliché not only had no effect, but made Hermione even more dazed.

Just as Hermione was about to find an excuse to leave, something happened.

"What did you just say?" asked Malfoy, stopping a schoolgirl who had just entered.

"I said I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girls' bathroom, and he said he seemed to have found a clue to the basilisk. The schoolgirl had a look of adoration. Now Lockhart is like a savior for the well-being of the people, giving up the rare Christmas holiday to take risks for the safety of his students.

It must be unusual enough for a male teacher to wander around the girls' bathroom, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.

"Here's your chance. Malfoy's heart was excited, Riddle was finally about to make a move, and then he put his arm on Hermione's shoulder and said, "I'm in a hurry, you just stay here and don't go anywhere." ”

The human brain supplement ability is powerful, and before the truth is known, any little behavior can make the human brain make up the "truth" that is thousands of miles false. At this moment, Malfoy was like Achilles who had been found exposing his heels in Hermione's eyes, desperately trying to cover her weaknesses, and her heart was tugging again.

But she still nodded calmly and said, "Okay." ”

Malfoy immediately got up and scurried all the way out the door, but the excitement on Hermione's face changed to something else.

"No, I'm going to stop him. Hermione said to herself. "Professor Lockhart was there too. ”

After a while, when Malfoy was gone, she hurried out of the Slytherin common room, she didn't even have time to change her clothes back, she was afraid that she would have another victim later, she didn't think to report to the other teachers, because Lockhart was there, and she believed him.

Perhaps she also had a little selfishness, hoping that if someone could go astray, only one or two would know about his repentance, so that he would not be expelled.

Hermione walked through the dimly lit corridors, the walls of which were still flashing with the words left by the basilisk when she came out to plague the students, and her heart was so anxious that she walked to the door of the weeping Myrtle's bathroom, and suddenly she heard a sound that was both familiar and unfamiliar, it was Malfoy's voice.

Her instincts told her that she should write them down, and as she remembered, she remembered that the syllables seemed to be the odd phrases Harry had said on stage, which made her even more confused: "Is Harry also involved in this?", she shook her head, believing that it was just a coincidence, and that Harry should be being lectured by Snape now.

After a while, the sound stopped, and she hurried into the bathroom, where she found the weeping myrtle sitting in the tank of one of the innermost toilets, shivering.

Hermione had thought that ghosts would not be afraid.

"The third!" Myrtle's voice sounded weak, "you're the third of the people who came here today." Her voice was reminiscent of fear, and she herself seemed to recall very bad memories.

"What about them now?" asked Hermione, she needed to hurry, if it was usual she would have chosen to flatter Myrtle and then put it into words.

Myrtle gestured to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried over to the pool, which looked normal. She checked it inside and out, up and down, even the water pipes below.

"This faucet never comes out of the water. I don't know why, Myrtle's tone suddenly became happy.

"What about those two people?"

Myrtle's face was full of fear again, and she whispered, "Both of them said something to this faucet that I didn't understand... Myrtle seemed to think of something, screamed, rose into the air, spun around, planted head down in the toilet, splashed the water on Hermione, and then disappeared.

Hermione had no choice, she knew she couldn't ask for any other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and began to mimic the sound she had just heard.

The sound is strange, like the hissing of a snake.

Suddenly, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then the pool moved. They watched as the pool slowly faded from view, revealing a very thick pipe that could fit a person in.

Are Gryffindors afraid of danger? Of course they are! No one is not afraid of danger, but do they flinch from it? The answer is obvious.

Hermione didn't hesitate to burrow into the pipe.