Pierre looked in horror at the reveling wizards in the dark classroom, he was already terrified, and after the painful ordeal, he didn't know what he was going to face.

Although he couldn't hear Ning An's words, looking at the fanatical crowd, Pierre fell into deep regret, knowing that it was such a crazy group of people, why should he provoke it.

Ning An slowly stretched out his hand and signaled the people in the audience to be quiet, and then the classroom fell silent, and a silent terror filled the air.

"Slytherin has always only recruited those who are ambitious," the cold voice echoed in the darkness

"But your ambitions have never been fulfilled!"

The classroom was extremely quiet, only the increasingly heavy wheezing of the wizards, as if they were moved by Ning An's words, and they couldn't help but resonate.

"You're just marginalized in this academy! - Once, even this kind of guy could bully you at will! Pierre suddenly found that the crowd was inexplicably throwing hatred and vicious gaze at him, which made his heart flutter again.

"Luckily, you're here now, joining the Snake Letter." Lowering his tone, Ning An sighed softly.

"But that's not all!" He slammed the podium in front of him with a sudden "bang", and roared loudly:

"You're so talented! But they are despised for all sorts of stupid reasons! - These idiots are enjoying life comfortably and comfortably! This is not normal! ”

The wizards' eyes gradually brightened, anger and resentment filled their eyes, and they stared at Ning An tightly, breathing heavily as they waited for his next step.

"Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, the wizarding world, all of them are controlled by these untalented but arrogant fools! - Look up! Where is your place!? With Ning An's roar, the wizards in the audience also seemed to recall their experiences.

They clenched their fists reluctantly, gritted their teeth, and their hearts were filled with hatred. yes, why should I be ridiculed for being short, why should I be looked down upon because my parents were not wizards, and why should I suffer all this for these rotten reasons?!

"It's time for a change!" A majestic and indignant voice seemed to announce the end of a world. Ning An's words completely detonated the crowd, and the wizards shouted angrily:

"Change, change, change!"

"Dumbledore is too old!" Ning An waved the wand in his hand, and there was a crackling sound on it to suppress the shouts of the crowd, and he shouted in a higher voice:

"-Voldemort?! He was defeated at the hands of a child! ”

When Ning An said Voldemort's name, there were a few "hiss-" inhalations from the crowd, and the shouts were also weakened a little, but the crowd that had already fallen into a frenzy was not frightened by the name, but made their eyes brighter a little.

"There are too many incompetent people, but they occupy the vast majority of the voice! Then I want to ask, the world! Why can't it be – we'll control it!? "A pair of bright eyes were completely activated in the darkness, and something called ambition crawled like a weed all over everyone's heart.

Yes, no matter how horrible it is, losing at the hands of a child is still an indisputable fact, and Voldemort's time has long passed!

Ministry of Magic? It's just a bunch of rubbish who only know how to rely on Dumbledore, but how old is Dumbledore? Ning An was right, he was too old.

So, who does the future of the wizarding world belong to? Why can't it belong to them?

They are gathered together, they are ambitious, and they are led by Ning An.

Oh my God, everyone at Serpent believes they've never seen such a gifted wizard. He was so powerful that just standing in front of him, he could feel the amazing magic on Ning An's body at this time.

So, why can't they become the leaders of the next era under the leadership of Ning An!?

The answer is: of course they can!

And they had already decided to do so, and everyone looked at Ning An with adoring and ambitious eyes, the fire burning in their eyes that could melt the darkness.

"You'll need some proof." Ning An's wand was connected, and black smoke shot out from the tip of the wand and wrapped around everyone's arms.

The scorching pain, and then the wizards found that there was a black snake spitting letters on their arms.

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In the dark classroom, after the crowd dispersed, it gradually calmed down, and all the people of the snake letter left, except for the three Pierres who were still hanging in mid-air.

But Pierre, who had witnessed the appearance of this group of madmen when they left, couldn't help but shudder, he knew that this was definitely just the beginning, and in the future, Slytherin House was afraid that there would be a huge wave.

Because he personally witnessed a crazy rally, he was able to imagine what a lawless thing these people would do when they were organized.

Pierre was terrified, even the cerebral congestion caused by the upside-down hanging did not make him feel so afraid, he didn't think Ning An would let him go, this time it was probably just an appetizer.

What does the future hold? Can Dumbledore protect him? Remembering the eyes of the wizards looking at him as they were leaving, Pierre shook his head, what should he do—

"Y-both," said Pierre, struggling to get up so that the blood flowed back from the brain to the body, to Gore and Andrés, who were doing the same:

"This thing—no one's right, including the professors—" Thinking about it, Pierre flinched, he didn't want to fight a bunch of madmen, he was a Slytherin, the most speculative Slytherin, as long as it was beneficial to him, what could he not do with showing favor to his former enemies or even taking refuge in them?

Pierre decides to hide the incident in exchange for some favor from Ning An, or at least give him a chance to put aside his previous suspicions.

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The students of Hogwarts had a very special Halloween, and two disturbing things happened during this special holiday.

Three Slytherin students were stripped naked and hung upside down in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and by the time they were rescued, two had fallen unconscious.

However, the parties did not want to reveal anything, they only said that they had been subjected to an innocuous prank, which left Professor McGonagall helpless.

If this can be seen as a prank, the other will be very unpleasant.

Filch's cat, Lady Loris, is petrified.

The extremely vicious petrification could not be lifted even by Dumbledore, so he could only send it to Madame Ponred first, and what was even more frightening was that on the wall of the crime scene, strange and inexplicable words were written.

The secret room has been opened, and the heirs are the enemy, be vigilant!

Meanwhile, Harry Potter and two of his friends appear at the scene where Lady Loris is petrified, and rumors circulate in the academy that he is the heir.

The astrological signs of evil omen seem to have begun to show their tracks, but the web of the goddess of fate is always secret, and no one can predict what will happen in the next moment, so the truth buries itself in various ways.

In Gryffindor's common room, the fire was beeping as usual, and it had been a week since Halloween, and Hermione had consulted a lot of information, and even asked Professor Binns about the history of the Chamber of Secrets directly in the history of magic class, and unexpectedly got the information, but the inference drawn from it was not fun.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat solemnly together, looking at each other, but no one said a word.

"Do you think the heir is—" Ron broke the silence, but he stopped in the middle of his sentence, Hermione's face turned pale, and Harry looked a little ugly, both of them rubbing their fingers nervously.

After a few moments, Hermione took a deep breath, a slow deep breath that calmed her mind a little, and she walked into a state of sanity, trying to block out the excess distractions in her mind, and Hermione continued Ron's words

"The heir is likely to be Ning An—"

The conjecture shared by the three of them was spoken, and there was no unexpected exclamation, but the atmosphere was more dreary.

"I think Harry's guess might be closer now—" Hermione said slowly, word for word, "Ning An was controlled, and the mystery man or some other wizard cast a spell on him to open the Chamber of Secrets—to release terrible monsters to purify the school and purge all those they deemed unworthy of studying magic. ”

"Or maybe Malfoy is the heir, and you look at the way he looks, 'You're next, Mudblood!' It's disgusting," Ron made a vomiting motion.

"I want that too, but it can't be Ron," Hermione's voice showed a thick sense of exhaustion, she rubbed her eyebrows and analyzed, "Ning'an's talent in magic is incomparable to Malfoy's, and some people in Slytherin even think that his talent is comparable to Salazar's?" Slytherin. ”

Dropping her hand and tucking them between her knees, Hermione stared blankly at the glare of the fireplace and muttered, "There seems to be no doubt about who is more likely to be the heir of Slytherin, he or Malfoy." ”

Silence fell again, and Harry and Ron couldn't refute what Hermione said, and Ning An did seem to them to be the undisputed heir of Slytherin.

"What are we going to do——? Tell Dumbledore? Harry hesitated, the most trustworthy person he could think of was the old wizard who was incredibly powerful in his heart.

"We don't have any evidence, it's all conjecture." Covering her face with her hands and rubbing it vigorously a few times, as if this would make her more sober, Hermione took a deep breath, and after a moment, said cautiously:

"I think we should ask Ning An face to face, and by the way, find out if he is controlled by anyone."

"That's a good idea, so why don't we go to the Slytherin lounge now, huh?" Ron spread his hands in disappointment, he thought that the clever Hermione would come up with a good idea.

Giving Ron a blank look, Hermione explained, "Of course we don't go directly, we're going to become Slytherins and ask him." ”

Looking at Harry and Ron's uncertain expressions, Hermione lowered her voice and whispered, "We just need some polyjuice potion—"