"Lockhart's dueling club today is probably aimed at us from two directions," Dudribi gestured to two, "one, presumably, to have me die unexpectedly in front of everyone's eyes. The second is to throw the black cauldron that opened the secret room to Harry. ”

"Why did you throw it at me?" Harry felt he was so aggrieved, "there were so many people in the school. ”

"Lockhart probably knew in advance that you were a parseltongue," Dudley said, "and he didn't finish off the snake the first time he was trying to force you to speak snake." If you didn't say it then, he didn't lose either. But when you say the snake language, the young wizards in Hogwarts will suspect that you have opened the secret room. ”

"They were suspicious of me before," Harry said depressedly.

Dudley raised an eyebrow and patted Harry's shoulder, "But they didn't have any evidence before......"

Harry was choked up and speechless, yes, there was no evidence before, and now it was a certainty.

"So what do we do now?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked worried.

"Then since it is certain that it is the secret room opened by Lockhart, then the compound decoction will not be boiled," Hermione looked a little lost, and the potion that had been boiled for so long had no effect in the end.

"No, you'd better continue refining," Dudley pondered for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong, and there were still many doubts to solve, "Harry and Ron, you two, just act as if nothing happened today, and don't be separated from the other classmates alone." ”

He saw that Harry and Ron were puzzled, so he explained, "You are wearing a Parseltongue label now, and Lockhart will definitely do something recently in order to make you get the black pot to be revealed." ”

"Is Justin in danger?" Harry was not stupid at all, and immediately thought of the key point, he said emotionally, "Since we have already guessed Lockhart's plan, why don't we do nothing?"

Dudley leaned back on the couch and looked at Harry lazily, "What are you doing? Will others believe you if you say it? Do others accept this? If you don't have the ability to control the overall situation, you will be alone!"

Harry was speechless, and he felt guilty if he didn't do anything.

"You do what I say, follow the crowd and don't leave, and if the next time there is a real attack, you have an alibi. Dudley said solemnly, "One word, forbearance, at most tomorrow night, everything will be solved." ”

"What are you going to do?" asked Harry, curious.

Dudley stood up and stretched, he didn't answer Harry's question, it didn't make sense to say it earlier.

"Sleep. He jumped up the stairs and went back to his bedroom.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and spread their hands helplessly.

That night, snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and gradually the snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, and it turned into a violent blizzard.

Harry had been sleepless tonight, tossing and turning, and he felt lost in his heart as he peered through the cracks in the draperies around the bed and watched the snowflakes whistling out the window.

Was he really a descendant of Salazar Slytherin? After all, he knew nothing about his father's family. After his relationship with his cousin's family eased, he asked Aunt Petunia about his father, but Aunt Petunia didn't know either.

Harry quietly tried to speak in a parseltongue accent, but couldn't make it. He felt that he should only be able to do this when facing a snake.

His mind drifted back to last year's Sorting House, where the Sorting Hat was wobbly, wondering whether it would be better to put him in Slytherin or Gryffindor.

Finally Harry thought of Justin Finchrie again, and if he really didn't do what Dudley had said, he would have a hard conscience.

He rolled over and looked through the curtain at Dudley on the other bed, and the answer began to grow in his mind.

The next day, Harry woke up early, and he quietly got dressed and slipped out of the bedroom.

Harry hurried down the stairs, remembering that Dudley had mentioned to him that the Hufflepuff common room was in the basement, where he planned to block Justin.

He wanted to explain it all and advised him not to go it alone lately.

As Harry ran to the first floor, he collided with a man who was so tall and strong that he threw him backwards to the ground.

"Tear," Harry exclaimed, looking up at the man in front of him and saying, "It's you, Hagrid." ”

Hagrid's face was obscured by a snowflake-stained balaclava-style woollen hat, but it couldn't have been anyone but him, for the moleskin coat nearly filled the aisle.

He carried a dead rooster in one of his large, gloved hands, and lifted Harry up with the other, "Are you alright, Harry?" ”

"Probably," Harry rubbed his ass in pain.

Hagrid pulled Balaclava's helmet up, "It's still so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Harry spread his hands and said helplessly, "I was misunderstood yesterday, and today I will go to Justin to explain." What about you?"

Hagrid lifted the limp.

"Just last night, all the chickens in the school died. "It's either a fox or a vampire, and I'll need to explain the situation to the principal." ”

He looked at Harry more closely with his eyes under the thick snowflake eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?"

Harry was flustered, the basilisk was scared of the chickens dead, and there was nothing left in the school to scare the basilisk.

"I didn't ...... Nothing......" he said with a twinkle in his eyes, not knowing whether to tell Hagrid about the basilisk or not.

Harry ran away, and he continued down one flight of stairs to the basement.

The light is particularly dim, the wind is gusting, and the flames on the torches seem to be extinguished at any moment.

Harry was walking when he tripped over something lying on the floor.

He turned his face and squinted to see what had tripped him.

Suddenly.

It was as if he felt his stomach dissolve into water.

Justin Finchrie lay on the floor, cold and stiff, a look of horror fixed on his face, his eyes glazed on the ceiling.

And there was a man lying next to Justin, who annoyed Harry very much. It was none other than the greasy-haired black straight Snape, who had maintained a gloomy face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years even when he was petrified.

And that wasn't all, there was a human figure next to him, Harry had never seen such a strange sight.

It was Nick, who was almost headless, no longer milky and transparent, but black, smoky, and motionless lying flat and suspended six inches above the ground. Half of his head was off, and he had the same look of horror on his face.