Chapter Sixty-Seven: It's Fantasy Time!
Man is a complex, dynamic, and subjective animal...... Many times, even a small change can change a person's mind.
The Chamber of Secrets was burned, the basilisk was taken away, and even the person holding the diary was no longer Ginny...... Because of Rove's butterfly effect, this is more than a subtle change.
Tom Riddle is not a fixed program, and of course what he thinks and does will change.
The problem is that although Tom varies from time to time, he does things with a clear goal in mind, not at will.
It's like opening the secret room in the original plane and releasing the basilisk, he is just trying to kill people...... It's the same as it was 50 years ago.
Although it didn't work out in the end, it was just the luck of the students.
But now that he could kill Filch, Tom didn't do it, which only means that his goal has changed, as if he has other ideas.
And in this thought, Filch probably can't die!
Of course, no matter what the goal is, finding the person with the diary is the most important thing first.
For now, Rove still feels that Lockhart is the most suspicious.
He was not in his office when the prize showroom was attacked; At the Halloween dinner, he was also alone in the school hospital, and he had time to do it.
Lockhart is like Dagu, every time a monster appears, he disappears for three minutes...... It's so suspicious to look at!
Rove plans to sneak into the Defence Against the Dark Arts office one day while class is in session, looking for a diary.
Hermione saw that the boy was continuing to be in a daze, her fluffy head leaned over, and she asked curiously, "What are you looking at?" ”
Rove came back to his senses, and he raised the book in his hand slightly, revealing the thick gilded cover.
"The Britannica Pureblood Family?" Hermione was a little surprised, "What do you think of this?" ”
Rove didn't raise his head, and continued to flip through: "Check the information." ”
Hermione was slightly surprised, picked up a book that Roff had collected from the shelf from the table, and read it silently.
After a while, the girl probably saw something incomprehensible, poked the young man's arm with her elbow, and asked:
"Aren't your families purebloods?"
"It's pureblood." Rove bowed his head slightly.
"Then why is there twenty-eight pure-blood families in this book, but there is no Scamander?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.
Rove raised his head, glanced at the "Pureblood List" in the girl's hand, and laughed softly:
"I've heard my grandfather talk about it, and he used to offend the author of the book, Cantanklus Nott, who didn't put our family in it when he wrote it."
Shirley, who was writing spell homework, also stopped writing, looked up and asked curiously: "How did you offend?" ”
"Cantanklus Noether wrote this book in the thirties, because of the rise of Grindelwald, which was at the height of the pedigree theory."
Rove said slowly: "My grandfather refuted those pure-blood statements in the Daily Prophet, saying that only pet dogs talk about bloodlines. ”
"In short, this statement also offended Cantanklus Knott, a fanatical admirer of purebloods, and Scamander was 'expelled' from the pureblood family by him." Rove shrugged.
Hermione was amused by this statement, she had been sullen for days after learning the insulting meaning of the word "mudblood", not understanding why pure-blood families should discriminate against Muggle-born students.
At this moment, the little troubles in my heart that are not worth it have all dissipated.
After all, only pet dogs are bloodlined.
"Rove, what is your grandfather like?" Hermione was curious, "Kind, like Professor Dumbledore?" Or is it serious, like Professor McGonagall? ”
"I've said it many times." Rove said softly, "My grandfather and I are almost autistic and don't like to talk much. ”
"Well, when I didn't ask you!" Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to look at Shirley.
"Shirley, you stayed in Romania during the summer vacation, you should know, right?"
"I can't say it either, Mr. Scamander is a very kind old man." Shirley mused:
"But it's really a little taciturn, cherishing words like gold, talking to him...... It's like charging by the word. ”
The description was so vivid that Rove couldn't help but laugh.
"Shirley, I'll write to my grandfather and relay your evaluation to him."
The ponytail girl smiled, her willow eyebrows curved, as if she was admitting her mistake and begging for mercy, and as if she was coquettish:
"Rov, don't tell me this, right?"
"You want me to shut up, it's up to you to behave."
Shirley bit her lip and said weakly, "Then how do you want me to behave?" ”
Rove placed a thick stack of books beside the two of them.
"I'm looking for information on the Smith family, if you two are idle, help me find it."
“……”
Hermione raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you looking for this?" ”
"Hufflepuff has a house-elf by its side, and it left a portrait before it died." Rove explains:
"I'd like to ask the portrait about Hufflepuff, and the Smith family is a distant relative of Hufflepuff."
"Alright, let's help quickly." Rove stretched and smiled at the two girls:
"After finding a few books, we can all go back to bed early."
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It is indeed difficult for a person to search for information about the Smith family in a large number of books, and there are two free laborers by his side, and Rove does not squeeze hard, that is the beast.
However, it was destined to be a long work, and the three of them only slowly collected.
As Halloween comes to an end and the month of November begins, the Quidditch tournament is finally about to begin.
Because of Quirrell, last year's final was eventually cancelled, leaving Hufflepuff and Slytherin to fight for months.
The first game of the new school year is these two teams, and whoever can win the game will have the right to speak in the second half of the year.
After all, a winner is a loser!
The little snakes are very confident.
The Slytherin Quidditch team has been updated with a new Halo 2001 under the patronage of the school director's father.
In an era when other colleges still commonly use the Halo 1500, the Halo 2001, although a bit of an IQ tax, has no doubt to crush several other teams in terms of performance.
This is equivalent to holding the all-American equipment against the millet plus rifle, which is really my advantage!
How to lose the flying dragon riding face!
As a fantasy time, the Slytherin students are no longer champagne for this game, they even book this year's Quidditch Cup in advance.
At one breakfast time, Professor Snape mocked Professor McGonagall by saying:
"You're all here to win the runner-up!"
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(Thanks to the tips of the elders of "Suyi Cloth Valley", "Just Love to Swim in the Water" and "Turning the Rain in the Field".) )