"What's wrong, Ron?"

Harry saw that his good friend seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth a few times without making a sound, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, actually—" Ron struggled, but couldn't say anything halfway through.

To be honest, Ron is a boy who values friendship more, and Maca is indeed a good friend for him who doesn't talk much, but is worth behaving.

After all, it's really buddy enough to be able to copy his homework! He didn't want to doubt Maca at all.

Although he did see the back of Maca leaving around that corner that day. It was only for a moment, but Maka's robe that always hid a lot of things was so familiar to him that it was impossible to be mistaken.

“…… No, nothing. I just think they can believe anything! I'm going to suspect you, Harry. Ron paused, turning to his dull tone.

The crowd thinned out, and they were finally able to climb the stairs effortlessly.

"Do you really think there are secret rooms?" Ron asked, turning his head to Hermione.

"I don't know," she said, frowning, "Dumbledore can't cure Lady Loris, which makes me think that the guy who attacked it probably wasn't—oh—not human." ”

As they spoke, they walked around the corner and found themselves in the hallway where the attack had taken place.

Immediately, they saw about twenty spiders crawling in a panic on the windowsill, as if anxious to get out of a small crack in the glass. A long silver wire hung down like a rope, and it seemed that it was through this wire that they hurried up and fled out of the window.

Ron was taken aback, he had always hated spiders, especially the way they crawled quickly.

Hermione giggled.

"What's so funny," said Ron, exasperatedly, "you know, when I was three years old, Fred turned my—my teddy bear into a big ugly spider because I broke his toy broom!" If you've had an experience like mine, you won't like them, if you're holding your teddy bear and all of a sudden it comes out with a lot of legs and ......"

He shuddered, unable to speak, and Hermione was clearly still laughing.

Harry thought it was best for them to stop talking about it, and hurriedly said, "Remember the water on the ground?" Where did it come from? Someone mopped the floor. ”

They walked over, looked at the ground, and then at the door next to them.

"Can't get in," Ron's hand was burned by the doorknob, "it's the girls' bathroom." ”

"Oh, Ron, there's no one in there." Hermione said. She straightened up and walked over, "This is the territory of the weeping myrtle." Come on, let's go in and have a look. ”

She ignored the big sign with the word "malfunction" written on it and pushed the door open.

Myrtle is a ghost, and not very likable. She doesn't have a good temper, she always hides in this bathroom and cries, and she once poured cold water on the girl who broke in by mistake.

But in general, it's just because of inexplicable inferiority.

Harry and the others went in to ask a few questions, but Myrtle was obviously reluctant to talk more, and after a meal of answers, she slipped into the toilet and splashed them with water.

Unfortunately, they had just exited the girls' bathroom when they bumped into Ron's brother Percy.

Unlike Ron, Percy has an excellent academic record and always likes to show off his prefect badge to his brother. At school, he was always serious - he thought he should not be selfish.

For example, he deducted Gryffindor by five points.

In the common room that night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat as far away from Percy as possible. Ron has been in a bad mood lately, and he always spills ink on paper while doing his magic class homework.

When he absentmindedly took out the magic battle to get rid of the stains, he set the parchment on fire. Ron was so angry that a fire burst into his heart, and he snapped the Standard Spell Level 2 shut.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione also forced the book shut.

"But who could it be?" She whispered, "Who wants to kick Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?" ”

"Malfoy, perhaps!" Ron said casually.

He kept his head down, making it impossible to see his eyes. Hermione, on the other hand, looked at him, a little skeptical on her face, but there was a faint approval in her heart.

"You mean—"

"Of course it's him!" Ron grew more and more energetic, and suddenly he looked up at Hermione, "You heard him say, 'You're next, Mudblood!'" ’。 Actually, you only have to look at his ugly mouse face to know it's—"

Hearing this, Harry closed the book as well.

"Look at their family! Their whole family was in Slytherin, and he often used this to show off to others - they were probably Slytherin offspring. His father was wicked enough......"

"They may have held the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" Seeing that Harry also spoke in agreement, Ron's eyes flickered, but his tone became more and more firm, "From generation to generation, father to son......"

"yes," Hermione said cautiously, "I think it's possible......"

"So how do we prove it?" Harry said pessimistically.

"Maybe there's a way," Hermione said slowly, grabbing Percy across the room and lowering her voice, "Of course, it's not easy to do, and it's dangerous, very dangerous!" We're probably going to break 50 school rules. ”

"Say it! What exactly? Ron asked impatiently.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you now." Hermione said calmly, "All we need to do is go into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him recognizing us. ”

"It's impossible." Harry said, and Ron had a sullen look on his face.

"No, it's possible," Hermione said, "we just need some polyjuice potion." ”

"What's that?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.

"A few weeks ago, Snape mentioned in class—"

Hermione said, hesitating, and then continued, "Earlier than that, in the last semester...... I've seen it in Maca's Potions Notes......"

Her voice grew smaller and quieter, and at last it was almost inaudible.

"Oh, Maca......" Ron repeated, but didn't say anything more.

Harry cautiously said, "Really...... I mean, don't really ask Maca? Let's not talk about the secret room, let's just talk about this-um-compound decoction, it would be better to ask Maca, right? ”

He waited for a while, and saw that the two of them had been silent all the time, and the look of doubt on his face was even worse.

"You ...... What happened to Maca? Harry couldn't help himself, and asked directly.

"No, it's nothing, I just think...... Hasn't Maca been a little too withdrawn lately......" Ron hesitated.

Hermione pursed her lips, glanced at Ron, and muttered, "Harry, don't ask yet." About the compound decoction, I'll go to maca tomorrow and ask ......"

But for the next few days, Hermione never got a chance - she didn't even see Maca anymore.

Eventually, they had to go to Lockhart and ask for a signed note to borrow a book from the forbidden section — in fact, Lockhart was willing to sign his name anywhere.

"So, Harry," Lockhart said as Hermione clumsily folded the note and put it in her bag, "Tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, right?" Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, yes? ”

"I've heard you're doing really well in training – I was a Seeker too. They wanted me to run for the national team, but I was willing to devote my life to eradicating the underworld...... However, if you feel the need to open a small stove, feel free to come to me. I'm always happy to pass on my experience to players who aren't too good yet! ”

Harry grunted in his throat and hurried away with Ron and Hermione.

"I can't believe it," Harry said as the three of them pored over the signature on the note, "he didn't even look at what book we wanted!" ”

"Because he's a brainless fool." Ron said, "Whatever! Anyway, we already have what we want. ”

"He's not a brainless idiot." Hermione frowned as they trotted toward the library.

If it weren't for Maca, Hermione's attitude at this time would have been more than that, maybe more fanatical. After all, she was one of Lockhart's supporters. But right now, she really doesn't have the time to care so much, just say a word.

I've been worrying a lot lately!

Soon, they went to the library and borrowed a book called "Powerful Potion", and then hurried to Myrtle's lavatory.

……

At 11 p.m. on Saturday, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began.

At this time, Maca was also sitting in the viewing seat. He didn't want to come, but Luna seemed interested in Quidditch - she dragged Maca to the Ravenclaw viewing seat.

He looked at Luna's energetic appearance, and in his heart, which had no emotion, he inexplicably felt that it was good to accompany her once.

It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint thunder in the air, making everyone feel that it would definitely rain for a while.

It didn't take long for the game to begin.

Malfoy straddled his brand-new Light Wheel 2001 and shuttled back and forth beneath Harry, as if to show off the speed of a broomstick.

But a moment later, a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards him!

Harry narrowly dodged it, and he could even feel the ball ruffle his hair as it flew by.

Maca pulled out her wand, pointed it in her eyes, and whispered a few words. Suddenly, the perspective was quickly zoomed in, and he could clearly see the situation Harry was facing at this time.

"Yes...... That house-elf? Maca said darkly.