Gryffindor and Slytherin's Defence Against the Dark Arts class comes to an end in a stage play where Professor Lockhart teaches another lesson.

"Uh-Professor Lockhart?" Hermione and the others left the classroom and stammered, "I want to—to take this book out of the library." Just to read the background. She pulled out a piece of paper, her hands trembling slightly. But the problem is, it's in the library's forbidden section, so I need a professor to sign it off — I'm sure it will help me understand the chronic venom ...... you talked about in Walking with the Corpse Eater."

"Ah, Walking with the Necro-Eater!" Lockhart snorted, took the note from Hermione, and smiled at her, "That's probably my favorite book." Do you like it too? ”

"Oh, yes." Hermione said eagerly, "Your way of catching the last ghost with the tea strainer is so clever......"

"Well, I'm sure no one would mind if I gave a little extra help to the best students of the year." Lockhart said mildly, pulling out a large peacock quill.

"Yes, wonderful, isn't it?" He scribbled a frenzied signature on the slip of paper and handed it to Hermione.

"Oh, Harry," Harry was standing behind Hermione as she scrambled to slip the note into her bag, how could he come back?

Lockhart said, "Tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season, right? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, right? I've heard you're a great player. I was also a ball seeker.

I was also invited to join the national team, but I would rather dedicate myself to studying the disappearance of mysterious powers. Of course, if you feel the need to practice privately, please let me know. I'm always happy to pass on my skills to less capable players......"

Harry made a distinctly strange noise in his throat and ran out after Hermione.

"Hermione, wait, we need to talk." Harry stopped in front of her, "I overheard you and Aitch talking, and I know you want to find out about the Chamber of Secrets. ”

"Unintentionally?" Hermione clasped her bag to her chest with both hands, "I don't think so. ”

Harry was a little embarrassed, "Well, we're sneaking after you......"

"That means you're still suspicious of him! What about Ron? Why didn't you see him? Are you still stalking Edge? As I said, it's not Edge, I'll prove it to you. Hermione turned to leave.

"But didn't Aitch tell you to leave it alone?"

"yes, that's what he said to you." Hermione's words were full of gunpowder.

"Can you tell me about that? We also want to find out who is responsible. Harry folded his hands and begged Hermione.

"Well," Hermione hesitated, "I probably can't do it alone...... I need to make some potion. This can help us. She showed Harry Lockhart's signature in the bag.

When they entered the library's silent environment, they lowered their voices. Mrs. Pince chases away all the noisy students, and she looks like an underfed vulture.

"Powerful Elixir?" Mrs. Pince repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione's hand, but Hermione wouldn't let go. "I'm going to see if I can keep it." She said breathlessly.

"Oh, come on." Harry said, jerking the note out of her hand and handing it to Mrs. Pince, "We'll give you an autograph." Lockhart will sign anything, as long as it stands still long enough. ”

Mrs. Pince leaned the note close to the lamp, as if hoping to find some signs of forgery, but it passed the inspection. She strode through the tall bookshelves and returned a few minutes later with a big, old book. Hermione carefully slipped it into her bag, and they left, trying not to go too quickly or look suspicious.

Five minutes later, Hermione and Harry were in the bathroom on the first floor, where a crying Myrtle was making a fuss in a bathroom.

Hermione carefully opened the Potion of Power, and Harry leaned down to look at the wet-stained page, and at a glance it was clear why it had been placed in the forbidden area. Some of them are almost shocking, and there are some horrific illustrations, including a man whose entrails have been turned out and a witch with several hands on her head.

"Alright, I found it." She flipped to a page called Polypharmacy, and there were some drawings next to it, about the process of one person transforming into another, and if a wizard had this, it was easy for a wizard to do something to blame and get away with it.

"Or, we can use this too." Harry leaned in to take a look. "This agent has a strong effect of spitting out the truth, and it is a restricted-level drug, so you should use it carefully! Underage and junior wizards should not try it on their own. The illustration on the side depicts a man slumped in a chair with a swirl in his eyes looking at Harry dizzy.

"Truth spitting!" Harry snapped, "I remember what Ron said, the Ministry of Magic has banned this. ”

"Both potions are forbidden." What Hermione meant was that neither was allowed anyway, and it didn't matter which one was used.

Harry looked at Hermione, feeling like she had been taken by herself and Ron. At the beginning of school, she was also angry about the two of them driving a flying car, and she didn't talk to them for a long time.

"Let me see, this is the most complicated medicine I've ever seen, but I plan to do both, as long as there are materials, I can refine them at the same time." Hermione was "ambitious," "I think Aitch must know something, but if he doesn't say it, let's not think he'll leak anything like Hagrid, and we'll have to use the Truth Elixir." Hmph, this guy deserves to be suspected. But we can't put all our hopes in him.

I mean, when it comes to the Chamber of Secrets and the Heirs, the Slytherin people will certainly know better. ”

"Oh, you mean Malfoy, I heard Ron say that Malfoy's father was once a Death Eater. Their family had been Slytherin students for generations, so they knew something. Harry thought Hermione was too smart.

"Then we'll need to pretend to be someone to trick him." Hermione copied the two potions and made a list of the materials in the book.

"We need Burok summer grass, half-eared grass sprouts, stalactite blocks, tendons in the ferret's heart, and clear-winged flies, leeches, moving grass, and tangled grass...... "Some of them are in the student locker, and we can get them." But something had to be stolen from Snape's private storage. ”

From Harry's eyes, Hermione could tell his concern, "If you two want to back off, okay." She said her cheeks flushed and her eyes were brighter than usual. You know, I don't want to break the rules. I think threatening Muggle-born people is worse than trying to make drugs.

But if you don't want to find the murderer, I'll go straight to Mrs. Pince right now to return the book and burn the few pieces of paper that I copied...... Then listen to Aitch and obediently ignore all this. ”

"Okay, we'll do it." Harry was also ruthless, he had to find out the truth.

"Anyway, how long will that take?" Harry asked as Hermione happily opened the book again.

"Well, because moving grass can only be done at the full moon, and the transparent wings are stewed for twenty-one days...... I think it could be ready in a month, if we could get everything. ”

"A month?" Harry said, "It's too long, and a lot can happen in this time." But when Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously again, he saw the wind and added, "But that's our best plan." ”