"For the same reason as the person who borrowed it, look up the legend of the Chamber of Secrets......" Hermione bit her lip a little unhappily, "I've read it, but I can't remember it clearly, and I can't find this story in other books." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Didn't you think to ask the teacher?" Harry interjected as he kept flipping through the book.

"If you can focus on talking, you might as well write a few more words, and I'll see ......" Hehe smiled, Roger took the arm of a strange student next to him, raised it in front of his eyes and rolled up his sleeve, the student's arm was empty.

Roger questioned him, "Where's your watch?"

"What are you doing, I don't have a watch......" The student looked confused, not realizing what was going on.

"No, what kind of school did you go to......" Roger glanced at the student with disdain.

"I don't have anything to do with you, ...... neurotic" The student walked away with a mentally retarded expression.

Roger ignored him and looked down at his watch: "Oops... It's time! It's time to go to class... Silence, Harry, you can't finish writing......"

Looking at the gloating boy, Harry slammed the table: "It's all your fault! The paper is not finished!"

"You've got ten days to do your homework...... Roger said with a shrug of his shoulders, "and if you go to class in the morning, you should get enough sleep." ”

Harry: "You guy, apologize to your parents for providing your tuition!"

The bell rang, and the two boys scrambled towards the history of magic class.

The history of magic class was still as boring as ever, and Professor Binns's low, monotonous voice was the best lullaby.

Roger leaned on the backrest with his back facing the sky, the book on his face and a happy little snort.

He is not the only one, the whole class can be sober and complete the whole class, it seems that there is only Miss Know-it-all.

About half an hour later, something hadn't happened since Professor Binns' death.

Hermione raised her hand, and by the way, she lifted the book that Roger had covered her face.

"Well, class is over, time is passing a little fast today, I just feel like I've just fallen asleep......" The boy yawned heavily, and before he could open his eyes, he got up and walked to the door of the classroom.

Imagine what it's like in a classroom... Basically, a needle drop can be heard......

Roger, who felt abnormal, opened his eyes and looked back, dozens of people in the classroom were staring at him in strange postures, and at a glance, he knew that these were all slipping in class......

"Ahem... What's that...... I see that the classroom is quite dull, so I will liven up the classroom atmosphere... Hehe......" The boy chuckled dryly and slowly returned to his seat, dozens of pairs of eyes moving in unison with his movements.

Neither alive nor dead, Professor Binns had never seen this happen in his class.

After a while, Hermione's arm was almost sore, and Professor Binns came back to his senses and noticed the little girl: "You are ......"

"Hermione Granger, Professor. Hermione's voice was clear, and she said quickly, "I wonder if you can tell us what's going on in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"My course is the history of magic," the professor said in a dry, breathless voice, "I study facts, not myths and legends. ”

Then he cleared his throat and continued his lesson with a sound like a broken piece of chalk, but before a few words he stammered to a halt.

This time, Roger raised his hand in mid-air and waved.

Professor Binns: "You're ......"

"Roger Collins. The boy smiled: "Legends are based on facts, and I happen to know that this story can be shared with everyone, I don't know if it's okay?"

"You know?" Professor Binns looked at Roger hard, this secret...... He never seemed to look at a student before: "Oh, that's good... You can talk about ......"

Roger smiled slightly, slapped the table with a shocking palm, startled the whole class, and then slowly spread out the picture scroll of history in a crosstalk-like tone:

"More than a thousand years ago, wizards at that time were still under the prying eyes of ordinary people......

Uh-huh, yes...... The common people were afraid of magic, and the wizards were forced to hide in order not to be hunted down.

On a certain year, month, day... Sorry, the exact date is not available...... Don't interrupt our bubbly, smart, mischievous and clever Salazar Slytherin (Harry: Naughty Slytherin!?...... He was caught by the church and prepared to be burned at the stake.

I'm going to say it here, at that time, wizards with good mana loved to do this, ordinary people thought that fire could purify evil, and this was true before the cold fire spell was invented, but once this spell spread... Wizards who knew how to use it began to use the stake as a hot bath.

So on the execution ground, Slytherin, who was holding a bath towel, unsurprisingly met three people who were also lively and smart, naughty and clever... You've guessed it, yes: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw.

It is conceivable that when four young people have taken a bath in a 'bathhouse', it is difficult not to feel the same smell and sympathy for each other. (Harry complained: None of the four people like to take a bath, they all stink.) ）

Shut up and say don't interrupt......

So the four of them went to the bar with the refreshing hook on their shoulders after taking a shower...... When the wine was familiar, Hufflepuff complained: 'It's not a problem for you to say that I'm a big girl with yellow flowers and I'm always so idle, I feel like I'm about to become a vagrant.' ’

At that time, the four of them were also in this way, maybe they drank too much, or maybe the 'bath water' was too hot, so Slytherin's brain was hot and he patted his head and said, 'Why don't we start a school?' ’

When the other two heard it, alas, this is a good idea, reliable...... They all agreed: 'Cheng, then let's do this vote!' (Hermione: It's just decided so casually?, and how do I feel that these four principals have become uncles and aunts in your mouth?)

Innocent said, what kind of uncle and aunt, didn't you hear Hufflepuff say that she is a yellow flower girl? out of respect, we can't debunk it... Don't you want to be ashamed...... In her thirties, she is almost forty years old, and she still says that she is a yellow flower girl, and she should become a daylily...... (Whole class: ...... ）

Oh, I remembered...... At that time, Slytherin drank too much, and as soon as he got drunk, he contributed his house and land, which is the Hogwarts we live in now.

This is the ancestral home of the Slytherin family...... The next day, when he woke up, he was lively and naughty, and Slytherin couldn't get any more lively: 'I'm going to have a mother, my uncle, my grandfather... I'm sorry for you...... Yesterday, that girl filled me too much, and the house was gone......'"