"Errands?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, they didn't know about it.

Malfoy's expression froze, then his eyes flickered for a while before he scolded, "You two fools! Forget about it! The whole knows how to eat, eat, eat! ”

Ron and Harry nodded yes and apologized as if they had been pardoned.

Malfoy sneered, then motioned for Ron and Harry to follow him, and Harry and Ron hurried after Malfoy, and they trotted all the way until Malfoy stopped beside an empty, wet stone wall.

"What's the new password?"

He said to Harry.

"Hmm-" Harry said.

"I knew I shouldn't count on you, purebred!"

Malfoy 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, under an intricately carved fireplace, a fire crackled and reflected a few Slytherin students sitting in carved chairs around the kitchen.

"Sit down, let's talk."

Malfoy said to Harry and Ron, motioning for them to sit on two empty chairs away from the fire.

Harry and Ron sat down stiffly, trying to look as relaxed as they could.

"It's ridiculous to say that Saint Potter is considered the heir of Slytherin, do you think it's funny? There are still a lot of idiots in the school who really believe it, especially Hufflepuff, those stupid badgers really take this seriously, and spread it around, making our Slytherin House very shameless. What are you kidding, will the heir of Slytherin be in Gryffindor? ”

Harry didn't know whether he was happy or sad at this time, and it was Draco Malfoy who was most convinced that he was not the heir of Slytherin.

Malfoy said dismissively, "Especially since Saint Potter is still with that stupid Red-Haired Weasley. Arthur Weasley was a Muggle lover who loved to trouble my dad, and the family must have loved Muggles too. If you want me to say, they should break their whole wand into two pieces, and then if you like Muggles, you should be Muggles. The heirs of Slytherin don't mix with pure-bloods. ”

Ron's face—Crabbe's, to be exact—twisted in anger.

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"

Malfoy asked fiercely. "My stomach hurts."

Ron groaned.

"Okay, then you can go to the hospital and kick all those mudbloods for me."

Malfoy said meaningfully.

Harry quickly turned his mind around and said, "You're right, of course Potter can't be the heir of Slytherin, you must know some way about who manipulated all this......"

"Goyle knows I don't, Potter."

Malfoy sneered. "And Weasley, you're a clumsy trick, which idiot suggested you drink Polyjuice Potion to trick me?"

Shocked by the revelation of their identities, the two looked at each other, and Harry noticed that Ron's hair was turning red and his nose was slowly getting longer - the effects of the medicine were wearing! Ron was turning back to himself, and Harry knew from the frightened gaze he suddenly threw at him that he must be recovering as well.

"What's going on! Doesn't the effect of the medicine take an hour? ”