Chapter 79: Snake Catching (6)

The Slytherin Lounge under the lake, where Draco and Goyle stood in a corner of the lounge. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoThe Slytherin lounge has a more river crab atmosphere, where everyone greets each other and smiles at each other like old friends for many years. It's a small Vanity Fair, and only those who understand politeness can join.

"Goyle, what do you want? That secret passage does not lead to the secret room at all, but to Hogmore, and in the past few days, the prefects have basically determined that the entrance to the secret room is in the prefect's bathroom on the second floor, which is now heavily guarded, guarded by prefects day and night, and we have no chance at all. Even if we can get help, it is too sensitive at this time for us to bear the consequences. Malfoy leaned against the windowsill, the black lake outside was quiet, the sunlight seemed to be a little weak, and the lounge had to be gaslit.

"Draco, thank you for your help during this time, it's really lucky to have a friend like you. "Goyle and Malfoy stood together, the two were originally young, and during this time, because of Goyle's father's affairs, Malfoy gave Goyle great help. The Slytherin trio relationship has undergone a subtle change.

"Gregory, don't say that, you should understand that as a Slytherin, what I learned from a young age was how to use people. Draco looked out the window with a slight impatience and whispered.

Goyle was a little surprised that Malfoy suddenly said such explicit words, and Goyle thought for a moment before saying, "Isn't man just to be used? If a person has no value in being used, then what is the point of his existence." Anyway, thank you. ā€œ

"You don't know what you're doing, Gregory Gower, you seem to have a big plan, what the hell do you want to do? Maybe you won't have to die!" Draco asked as he lost his patience as he looked at Goyle on the other side of the window, slightly annoyed.

"Thank you again, Draco, but this time it's on my own, I'm ready to avenge my father, and I'm going to let the so-called righteous people taste the pain of losing their loved ones. The distorted expression instantly filled Goyle's somewhat dull face, like a bloodthirsty troll possessed, and at this time, Goyle was transformed into a vengeful warrior.

At the same time, in the Gryffindor lounge, Xie An looked impatiently at the unicorn and the woman on the wall, the hibiscus wood staff in his hand kept swinging, and some magical halos appeared and disappeared, illuminating the pile of parchment on the coffee table in various colors.

"Andrew, can you please stop moving! I can't even concentrate!" Hermione whispered to Shayer, Harry Potter looked curiously at the other side of the common room, Ron looked at this side dissatisfied, and Ginny lowered her head, trying to focus on her homework.

"Why are Ravenclaw students allowed into the Gryffindor common room, isn't that a violation of school rules?!" Ron said to Percy in displeasure.

"He has a special signature from Professor Lockhart, and I've confirmed with Professor McGonagall that Andrew can go to the Gryffindor common room to discuss issues with Hermione during this special time. Percy looked at his list of spells without looking up, as if trying to find a threat to Hogwarts from it.

"It's not fair, what reason does he have to enter Gryffindor, is it just a lame discussion about studying, we should let an outsider invade our private common room?" Ron said dissatisfied.

"Shut up, Ron, Ravenclaw is not an outsider, once the four houses lived together, and besides, this is not called invasion. Ginny made her parchment more comfortable and said to Ron.

Andrew didn't pay any attention to the curious glances of the other Gryffindor students, the only thing that made him a little unhappy was that Talai was smiling and sitting not far from the coffee table, looking absent-minded, but actually looking at himself intently.

"Hermione, did you think of it? If we can solve this problem, we'll unlock the secrets of the journal. Xie An said in a low voice. Under the guise of spying on important information, Andrew also wasted some effort to get Lockhart to agree to help him enter the Gryffindor common room, and he was going to ask Flitwick for help.

"Andy, who do you think I am? These records of the materials you brought are the oldest black magic, most of which I have never heard of, how much do you think I can understand after reading them? I have been in contact with these materials for less than an hour, and it is too difficult for you to judge the type of diary from them. Hermione was a little uncomfortable at first, but she was soon completely drawn to the mysterious magical materials.

Knowing that the diary is a key to the problem, Xie An relentlessly tries to unlock the secrets of the diary. However, based on the magic photos and Xie An's incomplete descriptions, it is still a little difficult to determine whether the diary is a Horcrux or not. Lord Earl couldn't blatantly go to some outstanding magicians for identification, so he could only secretly find some information and related things and hand them over to Xie An.

Shea's combat magic is strong, but he's patheticly ignorant of other aspects of magic. At this time, the only person who can gain Xie An's trust and help is probably Hermione Granger.

Xie An took his eyes off the straight horns of the unicorn, as if they were different from his own, looked at Hermione and said, "But you are the smartest, please note that this 'most' range includes all wizards and Muggles I have ever met." Only you can help me understand these things, won't you?" Xie An said seriously.

Hermione's hand paused slightly, and then quickly flipped through the information, she didn't look up, but her face was red, and she smiled softly before saying, "Andy, don't talk nonsense." Judging from these magical materials, it seems that there are many kinds of magical items that can communicate freely with humans. For example, this kind of painting skin from China, and this kind of ghost from District 11, this kind of lamp spirit from the Arab world, and this kind of voodoo doll of South American shamans, there are too many, this almost involves the occult of the whole world, I need time. Don't be rushing!"

"But we don't have time, we really don't have much time, the opening ceremony of Hogsmeade will start in less than a month, if we can't find the details of this conspiracy, in the future, maybe the whole of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade will be in great danger. Do you think our previous speculation was correct? About..."Xie An wanted to say the word Horcrux, but he was still cautious not to say it, in the Gryffindor common room, Xie An could not rudely cast warning magic, and the female prefect Tale was silently watching.

"I know, I know what you mean, Andy, but that's why we're more cautious, and if we make a bad judgment, it probably means losing the chance to destroy it. I think the Chinese art of painting skin and shaman is the most unlikely, as for the following, you have to let me think about it, give me some time. Hermione continued to quickly flip through the parchment, and Xie An looked at the intricate ghost drawings on the parchment, and the smiling weird dolls on the magic photos, and cursed secretly in his heart.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes are too sensitive to give the real thing to anyone, not even to other wizards to see the photos, and everyone who has seen the photos must agree to modify the memories in advance, otherwise it may already cause big trouble. The Earl can only provide these information, let me judge for myself, I cannot give the physical object to my father, I can only take it with me. Xie Ann sat on the low stool that accompanied the coffee table, this corner was a quieter corner of Gryffindor, and according to Hermione, a Gryffindor classmate often preached in this place - the kind of priest sermon you would expect-- but today it seemed that Shay Ann had to occupy this corner for a while.

"Then why don't you modify my memory. Hermione asked, as she continued to flip through the information.

After waiting for a while, Shayne didn't answer, and Hermione looked up at Shea, who was boredly using her wand to conjure up beautiful flowers on the tapestry on the wall, and those flowers were harmoniously combined with the image of a woman and a unicorn, as if they should have been on the canvas.

"Then maybe I'll need to revise my own memories as well." Sensing that Hermione had stopped flipping through the information, and knowing that the girl was waiting for him to answer, Xie An calmly and solemnly made a joke.

Looking at Shea'an's silhouette, Hermione laughed happily.

Ginny finished her homework quickly. As the sole witch heir of the Weasley family, Ginny is a magician who is generally stronger than wizards. Growing up under the care of several unreliable but very friendly brothers, Ginny has never felt inferior to her family situation, although she is a little shy. She is an excellent little witch with a strong personality and a little temper.

But those trivial memory fragments recently still made Ginny a little overwhelmed. The preoccupied girl wandered down the hallway of the bathroom, she was almost certain that she seemed to have experienced something terrible, but the fragments were intermittent, and Ginny felt like she was just watching, and she was not sure if these strange memories were real. She wanted to tell her brother about these things, but before she could speak, she was interrupted impatiently by Ron, who would care about the memory of a little witch in the first grade, this must be Ginny has read too many Gildero's novels, and has lost the distinction between reality and fantasy.

Ginny was desperate to find someone to talk to, and of course she wanted to have the courage to find Harry Potter, and the maidens always hoped that their prince would solve their problems, whether it was their strange and beautiful fantasy or not. But another shy voice whispered to warn her that if she acted so recklessly, she might lose the chance to get close to Harry Potter forever.

Relying on the witch's natural powers, although the latter voice was quiet, Ginny chose to listen to the latter: she didn't want to wait for Harry Potter to find out that Harry Potter didn't even know who she was, and then try to deceive herself.

After excluding her Prince Charming, Hermione Granger, this best friend, naturally appeared in Ginny's mind. Ginny naturally thought of Harry Potter's friend, who was a year older than her, and she wanted to tell Hermione about her worries and fears, but Hermione always stayed with that annoying Andrew Lee, and Ginny remembered how much Andrew hated him, and she didn't want her thoughts to be known to Andrew.

But last night Ginny had a nightmare, and when she woke up, she felt as if she had been walking and walking in a damp underground corridor all night, as if something huge was following her, making a rustling sound, Ginny could feel the horror of the monster, she didn't dare to look back, she wanted to run away, but her whole body didn't obey, she walked unhurriedly like a puppet. Feeling that every hair was trembling, Ginny was about to go crazy with fear and nervousness, and she decided to muster up the courage to tell Hermione everything today.

On the Ravenclaw tower, Luna and Neville stole a glance at the wooden door of the tower, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time Neville had done something so daring, only because Luna had left him a small note: Let's go to the tower tomorrow to take pictures.

The two of them looked out at the Black Lake in the warm sunlight, and Neville skillfully helped Luna assemble her magic camera, which had been transformed beyond recognition by Luna's constant research. Even Hermione, who was familiar with Muggle cameras, marveled at Luna's brilliant ideas.

Luna took the camera off the holder where she couldn't see the material, she had just captured a wonderful clip of the mysterious creature in the Black Lagoon leaking its mysterious appearance, Luna was so excited that she decided to send these precious magical photos to her father as the cover of the new issue of "Singing Bad", the new issue of the magazine is sure to be a big hit.

"What's the use of this gray shelf?" said Neville, curious as he looked at the oddly shaped "tripod" that stood quietly on the ground.

"It's a mount for the camera that helps my lens stay in one place for a long time. You know, the camera is still very heavy. I deformed it with a normal broom. Luna expertly shook off a few magic photos, as if they needed to be dried too.

"You're smart enough to come up with such a great idea. I've never noticed that wizards like to photograph animals and landscapes, let alone spend the night looking for meteors in front of the stars. That magical photo of a meteor you showed me that day was truly beautiful!" Longbottom complimented heartily.

"I didn't think it came up with it, I heard it from Andrew. He gave me some common sense about photography. However, Andrew seemed to have a hard time calming down, and he used to love the photos of these landscapes, especially the photos of the night sky full of stars. Luna thought of something, and her mood became a little low.

"Andrew is really smart, and Hermione, Harry, I may never catch up with them, grandma always worries about me, and sometimes I feel like I'm really useless. Longbottom was infected by Luna's emotions and said in a low voice.

"Not necessarily, if Andrew was really smart, he wouldn't be crying every night during the autumn. Neville, you've done a great job, and I'm sure one day, your grandma will be proud of you. After a while, Luna said solemnly to Neville.

Neville, who had long been accustomed to being recognized as an ordinary person by others, quickly recovered from his jealousy of genius and sentimentality towards himself, listened to Luna's words, and hurriedly said: "You're right, I heard that in winter, some magical animals will come to the Black Lake to drink water, and I think you have to turn the camera at the Forbidden Forest." ā€œ

"Well, it's well lit right now, right right in front of there. (To be continued.) )