At the fork in the hallway, there is an abandoned girls' bathroom, and at the same time, under Brie's perception, there are several people hidden inside.

Tom stared at Brie in amazement, and he thought: Could it be that his little Brie had found the entrance to the chamber so quickly, no, maybe there was another reason, little Brie was not such a boring person who would pay attention to a matter that had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, a little sound thread appeared from Lockhart's wand just now, and Tom noticed and intercepted it for the first time.

Lockhart?

Lo and behold, Tom found something, it turned out that Voldemort had run to Lockhart, and he wanted to... And want to do it to his son, what does he want to do!

Angry, Tom suppressed his anger, and at this moment he really wanted to kill Lockhart and Voldemort at all costs.

But Brie is here, he has to be patient, and only a one-hit kill is a real success.

At this time, Brie didn't push open the bathroom, just fanned the wind, and said, "A smell of magic potion, it's a compound decoction." ”

Tom looked at the bathroom for some reason, and Brie said, "Maybe I know why there was an accident in the Potions classroom before, but I didn't think the Savior would be so bold." ”

Even if Draco had already fallen out with him, it wasn't something Potter could play at will.

"I've got to give them some color and see..."

If Brie was not mistaken, Harry and Ron had teamed up with Hermione and Neville to make a scene in order to steal the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion stored in the Potions Classroom, and the place where it was made was the abandoned girls' bathroom, which few people passed by.

It's a great idea, but it takes a month to make the polyjuice potion, and according to the date, it's probably Christmas days.

"Let's go, Hazard, the patrol is over... Don't talk about things here. ”

Brie chuckled, since Harry was going to play, then he was going to accompany one or two.

Tom nodded, Brie's request naturally he would not refuse, anyway, he was in good shape now, there was no need to do useless adventures for some curiosity, as long as Brie was happy.

"I'll go to the corner tower, and you can go back by yourself."

Separated from Tom and the stairs, Brie went straight upstairs, there were still many students patrolling along the way, in order to avoid trouble, Brie directly cast a powerful Ignore Charm and Illusion Charm on himself, and went straight to the eighth floor.

"Weird Lockhart, how it shoots dust into my nostrils, damn it!"

It's Peeves' voice.

Brie stopped, shouldn't Lockhart be patrolling the second floor with Draco, how could he be here.

"Peeves, what's going on?"

Brie's spell looms over Peeves, allowing it to see itself.

"Oh, it's you..."Peeves tried to leave, but a cluster of natural magic flames appeared on Brie's hand, making Peeves dare not move, because Peeves felt a burning heat on the flames, which was impossible, but Brie did it, and he didn't want to be burned.

"It's Lockhart, he's headed for the troll portrait over there, I tried to tease him, but was stopped by his dust cannonballs......"

Peeves said everything in a panic, and it now preferred to face Lockhart's dust rather than Brie.

Portrait of a troll?

Brie had a vague impression that it was in a cul-de-sac hallway not far from the headmaster's office.

"You go to Slytherin's common room, Draco... The blonde-haired imp wasn't there, but would tell me in the corner tower in a moment. ”

"Yes!"

Peeves hurriedly ran downstairs...

Brie scattered the flames and walked towards the headmaster's office, where he soon saw a troll wielding a giant stick and striking at the portraits of stupid men diagonally opposite.

There is no road here, perhaps behind the portrait, or on the wall.

Brie touched the fresco, and the troll on it looked over, and the unintelligent eyes were full of inquiry, and the stupid man said directly: "Help me take his mallet away, and I'll tell you how to get in!" ”

It's very simple, Portrait Magic Brie had learned about it when he was looking for soul magic before, and knew that portrait magic was a magical item made up of a mixture of soul and consciousness, since that was the case.

Brie stretched out her wand and tapped it at the troll's mallet.

Then a wave of magic poured in, turning into a vine in the painting, wrapping around the troll, and the troll shouted in a hurry, but Brie didn't care, the vines took the mallet and locked it tightly, and the troll was thrown out of the vine.

After all, the man only asked Brie to take the mallet, not kill the troll.

"I... I tell you, honorable wizard. ”

The man swallowed his saliva, made a gentleman's salute in the portrait, and hurriedly said: "Go back and forth three times, and meditate on the place you want to go in your heart, and you can open the Room of Responsiveness!" ”

Got a Room of Responsiveness?

Brie had read the book and knew that it was a magical place, full of things, and if he didn't know what was going on in his mind, he wouldn't have found him.

"Did a person go in just now, where did he go?"

"Oh, just now, yes, a weird professor went in, but I don't know what he's thinking..."The man in the portrait shuddered, looking at the vines inside the portrait and didn't dare to move.

Brie thought for a moment and put her hand on the mural, enveloping the magic over the wall, but unfortunately found nothing.

Brie then walked back and forth three more times, thinking about the kitchen, and soon, a smooth door appeared, and Brie touched it lightly, still unable to detect any trace of magic.

"This must be the work of a great wizard."

This made Brie a little disappointed, let the door disappear, he couldn't decipher the mystery, this was not in the scope of his study, if it was the soul of the great wizard he could see through here, but unfortunately this is space magic, Brie has not dabbled in it.

"I have to wait..."

Brie cast the Illusion Charm and the Ignore Charm on himself, a magic that Dumbledore couldn't even see, he didn't think Lockhart could see it, and before long, another door appeared on the wall.

The pale Lockhart was very haggard, his golden hair was disheveled, as if he had been ravaged for a long time, and at this time his hands were trembling, and he was holding a beautiful crown that was steaming black, and it was obvious that this was the culprit.

Brie stared at the crown that looked familiar to him, he had vaguely seen it somewhere.

This is...... Ravenclaw!

Brie had seen a statue of Ravenclaw in the common room before, and it wore a stone crown on it, exactly like this one.

This isn't Professor Lockhart's thing.

Brith did so, and a stun spell slammed Lockhart from behind.

"Bang!"

Lockhart stumbled, but strangely he showed no signs of falling, instead looking behind him in a panic.

"Who is it?"

Brie was surprised, there was definitely something wrong with this Lockhart, but he couldn't care about it so much, and if Dumbledore found out later, the crown would not be his.

Brie's hand was ruthless, and a vine instantly wrapped around Lockhart, strangled him, snatched the crown he was holding tightly in his hand, and then casually threw it under the mural in the corridor, where the man and the troll hugged each other and shivered, looking in horror at Lockhart, who was constantly struggling, and where Brie was standing.

Brie waved his hand and said, "The breath of black magic...... Was this made into a Horcrux? ”

Returning to the corner tower with the crown, Brie cautiously poked the crown that constantly exuded the seductive aura of "wear me" with his wand, and pondered: "It seems to be Voldemort's handiwork, I didn't expect this guy to be so bold and put his Horcrux in Hogwarts." ”

"But I don't think he only has one Horcrux."

"Ravenclaw's crown, and the Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup, and Gryffindor's sword, but it's certain that the sword hasn't been crafted into a Horcrux yet."

Thinking of the missing Sorting Hat, Brie thought it was stolen by Voldemort, but the Imperius Curse in Arnold's head was clearly a product of the Quirrell period last year, so there was another guy in Hogwarts involved in it.

It's really complicated, why didn't the picky Voldemort go to the three Deathly Hallows to make Horcruxes, maybe just escape the control of the Grim Reaper, idiot.

"This is the crown of Ravenclaw, not just a symbol, the legend has endless wisdom, Voldemort must not be so stupid."

Brie suppressed the desire to wear it, pondering what to do with it.

"Is it like making a house elf and doing this?"

Brie stared at the black air bubbling from the crown, imagining a horde of snake-faced, noseless, Voldemort-like house-elves, chirping to serve themselves, and slamming their heads against the wall because they didn't like it.

His head hurts.

"It's good if Voldemort had one, the more the soul splits, the more crazy it becomes, the more insanity of its own, house-elves are a successful alchemy of life for wizards, but definitely not for me."

After putting the crown in another drawer, using magic to block the breath, and adding the anti-lock charm, Brie was relieved.

"Let's see, wait until I deal with Voldemort's soul in the dark lamp first, and then I can have a backup if the experiment fails."

However, before using the crown, you have to find a way to get out the soul completely, otherwise the crown will not be finished, you must know that the most likely place to hide the clues to the treasures of the four giants of Hogwarts is among the treasures they left behind, and Brie will certainly not miss it.

Later, after Peeves arrives to inform Draco that he is safe, Brie rests peacefully.

……

Over the next few days, Brie first acquired some forbidden potion ingredients from the Bo Jin shop, and began to make a special potion in the corner tower, which was mixed with a polyjuice decoction to produce a wonderful change.

In addition, Brie's paper on the conjecture of natural magic should be on the agenda, and he decided to publish it on Christmas Day, for which he had to consult with Professor Flitwick for more than half a month, and contact the Wizarding Newspaper that published it.

So during this time, Brie ran frantically to the library, learning some of the logic of newspaper publishing, and constantly writing the actual content of the papers.

On this day, Brie finished the final part of his dissertation in the library and was about to go to Professor Flitwick, only to find Professor Flitwick sneaking around in a corner of the library.