Section I

At Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat on the couch by the fireplace reading the letter in his hand, frowning and looking a little worried.

"What's wrong, Lucius?" Lucius's wife, Narcissa Gaze, approached and asked gently, "You don't look good, what's wrong?" ”

Lucius shook his head and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, my dear," he said, looking at his wife's beautiful face, "a little surprise." ”

Narcissa looked him in the eye for a long time, and then she said, "Don't lie to me, Lucius, you have not been good at lying in front of me since you were in school. She sat down next to him, next to him, "Honey, you have something on your mind, sue me, don't always carry it alone." ”

Lucius looked at Narcissa with a slightly bitter smile......

Sauron's departure had a big impact on Harry, making him look gloomy and gloomy all day, and Ron and Hermione were worried about it. The students stopped pointing fingers at Harry - Ernie was petrified by Sauron. There are many theories among the students about Sauron's departure, the most popular being that Sauron was the heir of Slytherin, and after several attacks, he killed Ernie, who discovered his flaws, and finally escaped after knocking out the people from the Ministry of Magic who had come to arrest him.

Harry was furious at this, and at this moment he really wished he was the heir so that he could kill the rumor-mongers. As angry as Harry was, Isabella, in fact, almost all of the Slytherins were silent about Sauron, and she hated the students who spoke ill of them behind their backs, and on several occasions, Isabella almost cast a spell on them.

Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to be getting excited, and more than once hinted that he had known that Sauron was suspicious, and that Sauron's departure was also out of fear of the powerful and righteous him, and of course, because of Harry, he also expressed regret for not being able to pull Sauron back from the evil path. Harry and Ron were disgusted by Lockhart, and Isabella was furious.

"Let go of me, Ibikos, I'm going to teach that idiot a lesson." Isabella clutched her wand in her hand and said angrily to Epikos, who was pulling her.

"It doesn't make sense." Ibikos said lightly, "Let him brag." ”

"He's insulting His Highness," Isabella glared at Epikos, "how can that kind of clown be allowed to comment on His Highness Sauron." ”

Epikos shook his head, "Even if Sauron is here, he wouldn't want you to rush up and chant a spell on a teacher, that would be pointless and would only make us more passive." He said sternly, "Be mature, Isabella, and don't let Your Highness down." ”

The dawn of Christmas has arrived, and the weather is cold and full of water. Harry and Ron were the only two men left in the Gryffindor dorm, and they were woken up early in the morning by Hermione. She was fully dressed and carried a gift for the two of them in her arms.

"Wake up." She said aloud, drawing the curtains up.

"Hermione—you shouldn't be here." Ron said, covering his eyes with his hands to block out the light.

"Merry Christmas to you." Hermione said, tossing him his present. "I've been up for almost an hour and added some lacewings to the decoction. It's boiled up. ”

Harry sat up and rubbed his face vigorously, but he looked at Hermione sternly.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." Hermione said, moving Mouse Blob aside and sitting down on the edge of Harry's four-poster bed, "If we're going to do it, I think it should be tonight." She looked at Harry and hesitated, "Harry, what should we do if- I mean if Malfoy didn't do it, or if the Chamber of Secrets really has something to do with Sauron." ”

Harry frowned for a long time, and said gloomily, "Even if it is to frame Malfoy, I will help Sauron clear his name." ”

Ron pouted, and Hermione's eyes widened as if she had known Harry on the first day.

"But, Harry......" she looked complicated, "you know that won't work......"

"I don't care!" Harry was a little excited, "My brother is saddled with a crime, and now he is missing, and he is probably still wanted by the Ministry of Magic, what do you want me to do." ”

There was an awkward silence.

Just then, Hedwig flew into the room with a small package in her mouth. It landed on Harry's bed and gently bit his ear in a very affectionate way, a greeting far more precious than the gift it had brought him. It turned out that the small package had been brought by Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. They gave Harry a toothpick with a text message asking him to ask if he could stay at Hogwarts for the summer.

Let's see what gifts we've all received, Ron said, breaking the ice.

Harry got out of bed and looked at his pile of gifts: Hagrid had given him a large packet of creamy fudge, which Harry had decided to put around the fire to roast before eating; Ron gave him a book called Flying with the Artillery> which was about some of his favorite Quidditch teams; Hermione bought him a fancy quill, a brand new hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley, and a large piece of raisin cake. The last gift Harry opened was from Sauron—a new pair of glasses, the same as the original, which Harry thought was a little strange.

"What is this, a pair of glasses?" Ron sat down next to Harry and said, "Who sent it?" ”

"Sauron." Harry whispered.

"Sauron? But isn't he gone? Ron was surprised, "Don't you think?" ”

"Don't be stupid." Hermione said angrily, "Sauron commissioned Isabella to send it." He looked at the two of them, "In other words, Sauron may have planned something before leaving......"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but didn't say anything.

"But why did Sauron send a pair of glasses?" Ron took Harry's glasses and fiddled with them.

"The letter didn't say anything, just told me to wear it." Harry said as he looked at the attached letter, and then he couldn't help but think of Sauron's gift last Christmas, the mysterious pendant that hung on his chest.

"Maybe it's magic, protecting it from shattering or something." Hermione said professionally, "If you want to figure it out, just give it to Professor McGonagall." ”

Harry glanced at Hermione and replaced the original pair of glasses from Sauron, "There's no need, my brother won't hurt me." ”

At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with gusto, including the three Harry, who were going to take the Polyjuice Potion later.

The auditorium is magnificent. Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling. Dumbledore led them in singing some of his favorite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice grew louder as he poured glass after glass of eggnog. Percy didn't notice that Fred had cast a spell that made the words on his prefect badge "", and stupidly asked everyone what they were laughing at.

The Slytherin table was empty at the very front, and no Slytherin dared to sit in Sauron's place despite Sauron's departure. Draco Malfoy looked extraordinarily honest and unassuming, while Isabella had a gloomy face and was not very emotional.

After eating the third Christmas pudding, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out of the auditorium to carry out their plans for the night.

"We also need something that we're going to become." Hermione sternly said, "If you can get anything from Crabbe and Goyle, that's for the best; They were Malfoy's best friends, and he would tell them anything. We also need to make sure that we don't let the real Crabbe and Goyle break in while we're interrogating Malfoy.

"I've already planned everything." She continued in one breath, holding up two pieces of chocolate cake, "I put regular hypnotic pills in it. All you have to do is make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. You know how greedy their mouths are, and they're going to eat them. As soon as they fell asleep, he plucked out a few of their hairs and hid them in a broom cabinet. Harry and Ron looked at each other in disbelief.

"Hermione, I think that's a little disgusting," Ron said hesitantly, looking at Harry as if asking for help.

"Without Crabbe and Goyle's hair, the decoction would not be useful." She said unwaveringly.

"That's it." Harry said firmly, "We must interrogate Malfoy, or Sauron won't be able to clear his name." He looked at Hermione, "But what do you do?" Whose hair are you going to pull?"

"Mine already has!" Hermione said happily, pulling a small bottle out of her pocket and showing them a hair inside. "Remember when Millicent wrestled with me in the dueling club? She left this on my clothes when she desperately stuck my neck! She's coming home for Christmas—all I have to say to the Slytherins I've decided to come back again. ”

Hermione hurried to check the Polyjuice potion again, and Ron turned to Harry with a look of impending disaster.

"Have you ever heard of a plan where there are so many aspects that can go wrong?"

However, the first phase of the operation, as Hermione had said, went very smoothly. After eating Christmas refreshments, they snuck into the empty foyer, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle, who were left alone at the Slytherin table to devour the fourth muffin. Harry had placed the chocolate cake on the edge of the railing. When Crabbe and Goyle were seen walking out of the Great Hall, Harry and Ron hurriedly hid behind a suit of armor next to the main entrance.

"How stupid you are!" Ron said ecstatically. He saw Crabbe happily pointing to the cake and showing it to Goyle, then grabbing it in his hand. They grinned and shoved the cake whole into their mouths. For a moment, the two of them chewed greedily, and their faces looked triumphant. Then, without seeing the slightest change in their expressions, they rolled backwards and fell to the floor.

The hardest thing to do was to hide them in a cabinet at the end of the foyer. However, after a few moments, they were finally safe and secure between the mop and the bucket. Harry hurriedly pulled the two stiff short hairs off Goyle's head, while Ron plucked some of Crabbe's hairs. They also stole Crabbe's and Goyle's shoes, as their own shoes could not fit Crabbe's and Goyle's big feet. Then they raced to the weeping myrtle's bathroom, still in horror at what they had just done.

Hermione was still stirring the cauldron in the small closet, and thick puffs of black smoke were coming out of the pot, making them barely visible. Harry and Ron pulled up their robes to cover their faces and knocked softly on the door.

"Hermione?"

They heard the lock crack and Hermione appeared, her face shining and anxious. Behind her, they heard the bubbling, syrupy of the decoction gurgling. Three flat-bottomed wine glasses have been placed on the toilet seat.

"Did you get it?" Hermione asked, holding her breath.

Harry showed her Goyle's hair.

"Good. I stole these changes from the laundry," Hermione said, holding up a small cloth bag, "and you're going to need to wear oversized clothes after you become Crabbe and Gower. ”

The three of them stared into the pot. Closer, the potion looked like a black, sticky mud that was lazily bubbling with bubbles.

"I'm sure every part of my schedule is fine," Hermione said, nervously reading the smudged page of Potion of Potion again. "It looks exactly like the book says, and after we drink it, it can take a full hour to turn back into ourselves."

"What now?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"We divide it into three cups and add the hair to it."

Hermione scooped up a large ball of decoction with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass. Then, with trembling hands, she poured Millicent's hair from the bottle into the first glass.

The decoction rattled loudly, like a pot of boiling water, and was foaming vigorously. After a second, it turns a brilliant purple color.

"Oh—the essence of Millicent," said Ron, "looks good, but I guess it's hard to eat." ”

"Alright, add yours." Hermione said.

Harry tossed Goyle's hair into the cup in the middle, and Ron put Crabbe's hair into the last cup. Both cups hissed and bubbled: Gower's turned a tank-like earthy yellow, and Crabbe's a dark brown.

Ron and Hermione reached for their cups. "Wait," said Harry, "we'd better not drink all of them here, for once we're Crabbe and Goyle, there's no room for it." Millicent is not a small and delicate person either. ”

"Makes sense." Ron said, opening the door, "Let's each have a private room." ”

Harry was careful not to let a single drop of the polyjuice spill out, and slipped into the small private room in the middle.

"Are you ready?" He shouted.

"Ready." The voices of Ron and Hermione were heard.

"One-two-three-"

The Polyjuice Potion tasted bad, and the transformation felt terrible, as if it had been a long time, Harry walked out of the cubicle, "Are you two alright?" Harry shouted in Goyle's voice.

"It's fine." To his right came Crabbe's deep grunt.

Harry stood in front of the cracked mirror. Goyle looked back at him with glazed, deep-set eyes. Harry scratched his ears, and Goyle did a good job.

Ron's door opened, and they glared at each other. Ron is a replica of Crabbe, from his short pot-bottom hairstyle to his long gorilla-like arms, but his face is pale and frightened.

"It's unbelievable," Ron said, walking over to the mirror and poking Crabbe's nose, "unbelievable." ”

Hermione's door opened, and Harry and Ron looked over with surprised expressions on their faces - it wasn't "Pansy Parkinson" but "Isabella" who came out of the room.

Hermione looked in the mirror and grimaced, "There must be a mistake, Isabella stuck her hair on me when she separated me from Pansy Parkinson again." ”

"It's not a big deal, is it?" Ron said, "Isabella is also a Slytherin, and they have a good relationship with Sauron. ”

"But Isabella hasn't left school, and we're likely to meet her." Hermione gave Ron a blank look, "Then we'll all be in the goof." You two go, I'll stay and pack up the cauldrons or something. ”

"Let's go," Harry said, letting go of the watch that was holding Goyle's thick wrist, "We've got to figure out where the Slytherin common room is, I wish we could find someone to follow......" Ron kept his eyes on Harry and said, "You don't know how weird it is to see Goyle actually thinking." ”

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Section II

Harry and the others had hoped to find a Slytherin to take them into the Slytherin common room, but they happened to run into Patsy, but luckily met Draco later.

"Where are you," he said, looking at them in a long voice, "have you two been eating and drinking in the Great Hall?" I've been looking for you, and I'm going to show you something really interesting. ”

Malfoy glanced at Percy aggressively.

"What are you doing down here, Weasley?" He asked sarcastically.

Percy looked extremely indignant.

"You need to be a little respectful of the prefect!" He said, "I don't like your attitude!"

Malfoy sneered and motioned for Ron and Harry to follow him. Harry wanted to say a few words of apology to Percy, but stopped himself in time. He and Ron hurried after Malfoy, and as they turned to the next passage, Malfoy said, "That Peter Weasley—"

"It's Percy." Ron corrected him without thinking.

"Whoever he is." "Recently I've noticed that he's always sneaking around the neighborhood. I dare say I know what he wants to do. He wanted to capture the heir of Slytherin alone. ”

He let out a short sneer. Harry exchanged excited glances.

After a moment, he stopped beside an empty, wet stone wall.

"What's the new password?" He said to Harry.

"Uh-huh," Harry said.

"Oh, yes - purebred!" Malfoy didn't listen to him, and said to himself. I saw a stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly open. Malfoy strode in, Harry and Ron close behind.

The Slytherin common room was a long, narrow, low basement with rough stone walls and ceiling, and round, greenish lamps chained and hung from the ceiling. In front of them, a crackling fire crackled under an intricately carved fireplace, the three couches closest to the fireplace were empty, and the students were all seated in chairs farther away.

Draco led them to sit on some empty chairs away from the fire, and complained, "I don't understand, I wanted to go home for the holidays, but my father wrote to me the other day asking me to stay at school, saying that he and my mother were going on a trip abroad. Harry and Ron smirked incomprehensibly.

"Wait here." Malfoy said to Harry and Ron, "I'll go get it - my father just brought it to me-"

Harry and Ron secretly guessed what Malfoy was going to show them, and quietly looked around as relaxed as they could. A moment later, Malfoy returned, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He shoved it under Ron's nose.

"You're going to laugh when you see it." He said. Ron quickly read the clipping, laughed very reluctantly, and handed it to Harry. It was cut out of the Daily Prophet and read - Arthur Weasley, director of the Ministry of Magic's Division for the Investigation of the Misuse of Muggle Objects, was today fined fifty Galleons for enchanting a Muggle car.

The enchanted car was crashed into at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry earlier this year, and one of the school's directors, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, recently called to demand Mr. Weasley's resignation. "Shusley has ruined the reputation of the Ministry of Magic," Malfoy told a reporter, "and he is clearly not fit to make laws for us, and his ridiculous Muggle protection law should be repealed immediately."

Mr. Weasley was noncomposed, but his wife told the reporters to leave, or she would let her ghouls out to bite them.

"How?" When Harry handed him back the clippings, Malfoy asked impatiently, "Don't you think it's funny?" Hahaha. Harry chuckled dryly. Arthur Weasley was so fond of Muggles that he should have folded his wand in two and joined the Muggles. ”

Draco said dismissively, "Look at the Weasleys' behavior, you can't tell they're purebred wizards. ”

Ron's face—Crabbe's, to be exact—contorted with rage. "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My stomach hurts." Ron groaned.

"Okay, then you go to the hospital and kick all those Hufflepuff fools for me." Draco pouted, "You know, the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all of these attacks, and there's no report that His Highness knocked out the Ministry of Magic and left. He continued thoughtfully, "I guess someone is interfering in the investigation and covering up the facts, it could be Dumbledore or someone from the Ministry of Magic, you know, once what happened in the school is revealed, it will be a huge scandal for Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic." ”

"Your Highness?" Harry and Ron looked at each other with puzzled expressions, but on Crabbe and Goyle's faces, they looked more sluggish and confused.

Draco frowned, "Why do you two look stupid today, have you eaten too much?" ”

Harry and Ron smiled awkwardly, looking even more wooden, and Draco sighed helplessly, "It's not just that paper can't contain the fire, what happened at Hogwarts will soon get out, and if the real attacker is not caught by then, I'm afraid not only Dumbledore will have to leave, but even the Minister for Magic will have to step down." ”

"Real attacker...... Harry muttered, then asked Draco with some excitement, "Do you think it wasn't Sauron who attacked the students?" ”

Draco looked at Harry, frowned and lowered his voice, "Are you stupid, Goyle. If His Highness really wanted to deal with those Muggle students, I'm afraid that all the mudblood in the school would have died long ago, not to mention, His Highness would not be so boring. You know, His Highness cares a lot about his stupid brother, the famous Harry Potter - it's a shame for His Highness to mess around all day and mingle with the mudbloods. Harry Potter cared about the Mudbloods, so it was impossible for His Highness to attack a few stupid students, and as for that Ernie McMie, hmph - he did it himself. ”

Harry and Ron were surprised, Draco had a good point in his analysis, and as for who His Highness was - Draco had said so much, even with the IQ of Crabbe and Goyle, he should have understood.

"Surely you have some idea of who manipulated this qiē......" Ron asked.

"You know I don't know, Crabbe, you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, how many times have I told you?" Malfoy snapped, "Although I don't know why His Highness left, and made the illusion that he attacked those students, there is no doubt that His Highness was planning something, and it is likely that he wanted to capture the real attacker." Isabella: They are also secretly investigating, and if rumors like this, which I know the clues but conceal from His Highness, reach His Highness, I'm afraid I'm going to be unlucky. Draco breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Daddy told me that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, of course, that was fifty years ago, and he hadn't been born yet. He seemed to know something, but he told me not to pay too much attention to it, or there might be trouble. But there was one thing I knew: the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a mudblooded died. He looked around and said sternly, "So, don't be stupid, you two learn to be smart......"

Drake stopped, Harry and Ron followed his gaze, and Isabella had come in at some point, walking towards them.

"Practicing again?" Draco asked, and Isabella looked tired.

Isabella nodded, "You seem to be idle, Draco." ”

Draco shrugged, "I'm not as desperate as you are, Isabella. Draco smiled, "If you're tired, rest early." ”

Isabella looked at Draco, then Harry and Ron, and turned to leave. Isabella was strange to them at this time—cold and proud, the kind of look that reminded Harry of Sauron.