Thankfully, it's so close to the school hospital......

At Pomfrey's orders, Luna trotted all the way to the Professor. Before any other students were passing through the hallway, Brandi hurriedly used the levitation charm to carry Justin into the hospital room—passing by a hospital bed, Brandi had the good fortune to see Neville.

It was just that glance, and Neville seemed to be in a daze, half-sitting on his bed, staring blankly at the blank wall in front of him. Immediately afterward, he saw Brandi, who was at the front...... Then I saw a pair of stiff, floating feet in mid-air. His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Let him go! Get them out of here! Neville screamed hysterically. Don't let them come near me! ”

Madam Pomfrey hurriedly closed the curtain.

"He's been ......like this ever since," she said, "and he doesn't seem to want to see anyone but the professors, and sometimes when I come over to give him sleeping pills, he screams in panic." Has this kid always been so timid? ”

"I beg your pardon, ma'am. I've always thought he should have a lot of courage...... I really don't understand. Brandi sighed in embarrassment, it was likely that Neville had already seen him and Sorph as Slytherin heirs.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey glanced at him, "Also, if I hadn't known that you two were in the hospital room for Halloween on the night of Lady Loris's attack, I might have suspected that you were the heirs." After all, every time something happens, it's either you, you and Skrange, and you're always near the scene of the incident......"

She raised her voice loud and deliberately spoke it to Neville, but the curtain remained unmoved, and there was still a slight sobbing behind it. So she shrugged regretfully.

"Thank you, ma'am. It's okay, I don't really care about that......" Brandi said gratefully, directing Justin, who was floating more than half a meter behind him, to the hospital bed in the corner, next door to Dean. "Then what are we going to do, if something like this happens, I don't think Sorph and I will be let go so easily."

"I can't handle that, Mr. Barton." Pomfrey replied briefly, and she covered Justin tightly with a white cloth. "I've asked Miss Lovegood to call your dean, and she'll probably tell you two what to do, and of course, deal with Nicol lying in the hallway."

They stood silently next to Justin, and it wasn't long before Professor McGonagall hurried in. She looked like she had run all the way up from the classroom where she was tucked into the classroom, and the bun on her head was all gone. Luna followed her with great interest, holding a large ornate fan in her hand.

"It's funny, Brandy. The professor just asked me to fan Nick out with this, and I tried it, and it was like rowing. I fanned him to the observatory, wondering if he would be blown up by the strong winds outside. Her unfocused eyes were fixed on Justin, who was covered in white cloth, as if she wanted to take a look at him.

Professor McGonagall...... I need to explain to you what just happened. Seeing Professor McGonagall's solemn face, Brandi hurriedly said, "I swear it's really not me and Selph—"

"It's no use for you to explain to me, Brandi." Professor McGonagall said, gesturing to the ceiling. "I think you need to go up for a bit, the password is chilled lemonade, he's waiting for you in the office - he told you to go yourself."

"Miss Scrange and Miss Lovegood, I'll take her back to the Ravenclaw common room." Brandi, after all, paper can't hold fire, and on our way here, there are already students gathered around Nick...... By the time the attack on Finleri comes to light the next day, you two, no, all three of you will probably be in trouble—I hope you'll be prepared. Also, to be a personal opinion, I don't think any Slytherin heir would be so friendly as to feed a wild cat in the cold wind, which I happened to see in the classroom. ”

She still kept a straight face, but Brandi's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Thank you so much, Professor."

………………

"Oh? Little ghost, it's you again! "Lloyd, the lion-tailed golem on the right side of the headmaster's office glanced lazily at him." I'm really impressed, you're probably the most frequent student I've seen in and out of the principal's office in hundreds of years. ”

"The mantra is chilled lemonade, Lloyd." Brandi looked at it weakly, and every time he went to the principal's office, he and Riska would talk to him without words, which was simply ...... Huh?

"Where's Ryska?" He looked at the empty stone platform on his left with some confusion, which was supposed to be the position of the lizard golem.

"Ah, it should still be on vacation in Italy. Ryska had always had a fondness for a female lizard there, but for more than two hundred years, she hadn't gotten her hands on it. Lloyd pouted and jumped off the stone platform. Alas, he has passed the golden age of falling in love, and I don't know if he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life in the future. ”

"Huh? What about you, Lloyd? ”

The lion-tailed golem looked sadly in the direction of the stone platform on the left, and sighed in self-pity.

"Keep waiting for him!"

………… Brandi was in awe for a moment, secretly admiring the Golem's firm and loyal love. But as he walked into the principal's office, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask Lloyd's gender. If this were two fathers-in-law......

Hiss~ Thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Dumbledore was as before, sunk into the large armchair behind his desk, diligently scribbling through the thick papers on his desk. Seeing Brandy's visit, he just raised his eyes and gave him a look, signaling him to have some fun on his own first...... But where did Brandy dare to touch anything else in the Headmaster's office, the Headmasters on the wall could look at it—so after thinking about it, he had to walk to the shelf behind Dumbledore and take off the Sorting Hat.

It's really sad that I was reduced to chatting with this broken hat.

"Stinky boy, I perceive that you seem to have bad intentions?" The Sorting Hat couldn't see through Brandy's heart, but he could deduce his thoughts just from the little emotions he was faintly revealing. What an incredible hat......

All right...... In fact, it should be that my own thoughts are too obvious.

(Eh, hat, a question for you.) Brandi, who had a stomach full of questions, couldn't wait to ask, he was almost driven crazy by the unexpected things this year.

(Did you know about the opening of the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets forty years ago?) ）

"Of course I do, Dippet asked me again and again that year if I knew the location of the secret room...... This is Salazar's own doing, how can I know with a hat. The Sorting Hat said indignantly, "You know, I forgot all the lyrics that he had come up with so hard work, and I made such a big scandal at the Sorting Ceremony the following year!" ”

(Do you know who opened the secret room?) Or rather, before and after the opening of the secret room...... Anything else weird happened—like, someone going missing or something. Brandi asked earnestly, with a feeling of trepidation.

"Missing ......" the Sorting Hat crumpled, struggling to remember. yes, yes...... That's what you say. ”

"It was probably a few weeks before the Chamber of Secrets was opened, and Duppet told me worriedly that a student had mysteriously disappeared inside the castle. He asked me if I knew anything about some of the secret rooms in Hogwarts...... Of course, I told him a few things I knew, including Room 13. But then there was no follow-up...... Why do you ask about this? ”

The Sorting Hat suddenly spoke curiously.

"Does this have anything to do with the current secret room opening event?"

Brandi didn't bother with it, and he's almost certain by now...... The person who opened the Chamber of Secrets was Voldemort. The information of the Chamber of Secrets may have been brought out of the Fifth Seal, and he used the clues in it to find the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and release the monsters inside.

But now by what did he rely on to come to the school again and open the secret room?

Brandi shuddered at the thought of someone next to him who might have a Voldemort attached to the back of his head or something.

"Brandi, Brandi!"

Brandi suddenly looked up and found that Dumbledore was staring at him with some dissatisfaction, and it looked like he had been waiting in front of him for a long time. He quickly ignored the Sorting Hat's chatter and put it back on the shelf.

"I'm sorry, Professor." "I was just thinking about things, I asked the Sorting Hat some questions from forty years ago, and found out that the Chamber of Secrets was opened and most likely it would be a volt-"

"Not very likely, Brandy." Dumbledore took his arm and sat him in a chair that had been conjured out of thin air. "From the moment the Chamber of Secrets was opened, I knew it was Voldemort. But here's the problem...... I don't know how he was able to return to Hogwarts again, the Chamber of Secrets. ”

Brandi was stunned for a moment, "Eh, Professor, why did you call me here when you know it was Voldemort?" ”

Dumbledore glanced at Brandy, he raised his hand, and two cups of steaming black tea came out of the table. Seeing Brandi's palpitating look, he couldn't help but say angrily.

"Don't worry, there are no psychedelics and truth-spitting agents in it this time."

Brandi picked up the teacup in a panic and took a sip.

"I didn't call you here simply because of the attack on Finreli......"

"And Salph?" Brandi replied quickly. "Her Parseltongue? But she's not the only one, Professor, Harry told me he can actually talk to snakes - it's not a rare ability, is it? ”

Dumbledore nodded, cup in hand and a look of confusion on his face. "Harry's Parseltongue isn't natural, Brandy...... Rather, for some reason, he was forced to accept this ability involuntarily. Of course, I can't tell you the exact situation yet. Although it is not good to say that there is such a thing as bloodline, after being passed down for so many years, there will always be a very low probability that it will appear in a Muggle wizard...... But that's where the problem comes in. ”

He took a sip of his tea, rummaged through the thick papers on the table with his other hand, and pulled out a parchment roll.

"This is Miss Scrange's studies in the first half of the semester, Brandy, I think you need to take a look at this ......"

Brandi took it curiously, glancing at the professors' analysis of Salph.

He was sweating profusely.

"Professor? This means ......"

"Doesn't look wrong, Brandy." Dumbledore put down his teacup and leaned forward.

"Miss Scrange has only been able to master a few simple tricks so far, and the Transfiguration is a mess." His bright eyes were fixed on Brandi. "There's a good chance she's a Squib, Brandy."

Although Brandy didn't understand what the Squib meant, he understood Dumbledore's words, but hadn't she already drunk the Awakening Potion?

He didn't think much about it, and stammered, "Professor, will she be able to graduate from school?" ”

"It's not a big deal, except for spells and shapeshifts, Scrange is perfect in all other classes, and even Granger can't match her, as if she already knows it - but that's not what I'm trying to say. Brandy, don't you think it's weird? ”

Dumbledore said word for word.

"How can a Squib whose magic has not even been awakened have the Parseltongue that only a gifted wizard can master? Or could it be that she has experienced something to have this ability? ”

Brandy's heart pounded.

"Impossible Professor, didn't you say that the Sorting Hat didn't see any malice on her part. Salph certainly won't be possessed by Voldemort! ”

"Ah, yes, I said that." Dumbledore said, "So I don't doubt that Miss Scrant was an undercover agent inserted by Voldemort, and indeed Voldemort could not have used a Squib as an undercover agent." But Brandy, I want you to take care of this sister of yours—she may have some little secrets that she may not even know about. Some secret ...... related to Voldemort or Slytherin"

Brandi looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, what did he want to do? The meaning of this seems to be that he wants to know more about Salph? My sister is a Muggle, where will there be any secrets!

But there was no joke in his eyes—so after a moment of silence, Brandi nodded with difficulty.

"I see, Professor......"

"Alright," Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, vanishing the empty teacup on the table, and reappearing in the soft armchair, staring at a confused Brandi. "So that's what happened to Miss Scrange for now, and let's get down to business."

"Huh?" Brandi let out an inexplicable exclamation. "You're not talking about the right thing!"

"......Of course not," Dumbledore winked playfully, "it was just a pleasant conversation, I'm going to say - Neville Longbottom." ”