Harley and Hermione quickly changed their outings and slipped out of the dormitory.

In the common room, the students were still discussing what had happened before, and quite a few had already begun to exchange amulets.

But Harley didn't think it was going to be of any use if she glanced at it.

She didn't believe that a wooden stick soaked in onion water could ward off a basilisk.

Switch to your own wand, and you might even be able to resist the basilisk's gaze.

Hermione dragged Harley to the door of the common room and opened the portrait of the fat lady.

But when the two of them got out of the door, they suddenly found a person standing outside.

It's Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was tired, for a busy night had been a hard time for an elderly person.

When the two of them met Professor McGonagall, she was about to open the door to the Gryffindor common room.

When she saw Harley and Hermione, despite her exhaustion, Professor McGonagall quickly got into a state of flux:

"It's so late, where do you want to go? Night tour! Do you know how dangerous it is out there right now! I need an explanation! ”

Professor McGonagall didn't immediately deduct points, after all, the two children in front of her were notoriously good students, had always been law-abiding, and had never violated school rules.

She just clasped her hands to her chest and stared at Hallie and Hermione, waiting for them to answer.

"Professor McGonagall." Before Harley could speak, Hermione preemptively said, "We've made an important discovery about the Chamber of Secrets.

I think we figured out what the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was, it was a basilisk. ”

Hermione then went into as much detail as she could, including speculation about what Gaunt had done when he rebuilt Hogwarts.

After hearing this, the expression on Professor McGonagall's face became much better.

She nodded approvingly, looked at Hermione and said:

"Miss Granger, very wonderful reasoning. However, Headmaster Dumbledore also had this information.

It's just that Headmaster Dumbledore has another problem, so he can't deal with the monsters in the secret room. ”

Hermione was about to ask what was the problem, but Harley pulled her along.

In order to prevent Hermione from being ignorant, Hallie continued to speak, and preemptively said, "Since the professors already know, then we won't have much to do." ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, "It's okay, I'm glad you can analyze so much."

After all, there are too few wizards with logic ability now, and the few wizards who are good at logic have also entered the Ministry of Magic.

Go back to bed early! I'm going into the common room too. If I'm not mistaken, no one else slept! ”

At this point, Professor McGonagall's eyes began to sharpen.

Hallie dragged Hermione back to her dorm room, and heard Professor McGonagall roar behind her:

"The professors will look into this thoroughly, and you all go back to sleep!"

"Harley, why didn't you let me continue to ask?" On the way, Hermione was still complaining.

Harley rolled her eyes, "Why don't you ask when the Minister of Magic is sending the Aurors?"

It's not something that we can know at this level, so don't ask more......"

Before Harley could finish speaking, she heard Hermione clapping her palm vigorously:

"That's right! It was written in the Daily Prophet that it was possible to write directly to the Minister of Magic, Fudge.

I'll write tomorrow urging him to settle the matter. ”

Harley hurriedly shifted the subject, drawing Hermione's attention to something else, lest she be forced to deal with the Aurors.

……

A few days after the end of the first event of the Dueling Club, the Christmas holidays begin.

The students had no nostalgia and quickly fled Hogwarts.

Harley didn't know about the other houses, but at least she and Hermione were the only ones left in the Gryffindor Tower, as well as a few members of the Weasleys.

"Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic come to intervene at Hogwarts and deal with the basilisk?" Hermione and Harley spend their homework in the library.

Although Hermione dismissed the idea of writing to Fudge after being persuaded by Harley, she still had doubts in her mind.

In her free time, she asks the questions she is most curious about.

"Why?" Hallie lay on the table, looking sideways at Hermione,

"First of all, I suspect they didn't know that the monster was a basilisk at all, only that someone had an accident.

There aren't that many smart people, and their IQs are probably used in political struggles.

Moreover, they lack the necessary information to analyze the facts. It's not Nick who said that who knew Colin's camera blew up?

There is also the water next to Mrs. Lorisy and the mirror next to Senior Sister Penelope, who can know if you are not on the scene. ”

Hallie paused, hesitated, and then uttered the most brutal reality:

"Then, you see who is in trouble? A Squib cat, and two Muggle-born students.

Don't say they're not dead, and even if they're all dead, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have to bear any pressure.

Muggle parents can still run to the Ministry of Magic to make a big fuss and ask for compensation? They don't even know where the Ministry of Magic is!

The Ministry of Magic doesn't have to bear too much political pressure, and pure-blood wizards ...... Oh, if I'm not mistaken, it's the pure-blood wizards who rule the Ministry of Magic.

Protecting Muggle-born wizards is just the right thing to do, in fact, they still hate these Muggle-born wizards from the bottom of their hearts.

Now that the heirs of Slytherin have cleared out Muggle-born wizards, it is only good for them, how can they be nosy?

Even if they intervene in the end, it will probably only be to achieve their own political goals. ”

Hermione was silent, and the quill she had just picked up stopped.

After a long time, Hermione asked in a slightly deep voice:

"Harley, those pure-blood families...... Are they so disgusted with us Muggle-born wizards? ”

Harley spun the quill in her hand, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Who has so many resources?

It's like Harley never looked for a chance to be promoted to Angel, because she didn't have a chance to get the extraordinary properties of the Calamity Witch or the potions master material.

Why? Because there are so many strong people that can be accommodated at the high level of the sequence pathway.

Those existing extraordinary traits are either in the hands of the original witch Chick, or in the hands of a great power like the Night Church.

And a wild extraordinary person like himself has no ability to obtain extraordinary characteristics at all.

One of the two deepest collaborations between Harley and others was when the Sun Church and the Steam Church besieged Russell the Great, and took the opportunity to steal some seals from the White Maple Palace.

It was also on that occasion that she found the Ageless Witch's main material, and at the cost of killing all her companions, and being beaten several times near death.

If it weren't for her luck enough to forcibly take advantage of the extraordinary characteristics of the Ageless Witch, she would have become a seal in the hands of others.

This is the survival status of the wild extraordinary, if you want to be promoted, you have to gamble everything and fight for your own life.

Harley almost fell for the sake of the ageless witch, not to mention the disaster witch who is an angel on the earth, and has no chance at all.

And the wizarding world is certainly the same, pure-blood families occupy all kinds of resources, master rare plant materials, magical beasts and potion recipes, and various magical items.

Why would they want a piece of the pie from the emerging Muggle wizards?

The so-called bloodline theory is actually just an excuse, and only those broken pure-blood nobles or particularly stupid pure-bloods will really cling to this theory.

After a slight hesitation, Harley chose to tell the truth. After all, there are things that don't mean they don't exist.

But in the end, Harley also gave a counter-example: "Of course, not all pure-blood wizards are like that.

You're like Neville, Weasleys, Ernie......

And me. ”

"I understand, Hallie." Hermione's eyes were slightly hazy, and she smiled reluctantly,

"Thank you, it's good to have you."

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）

(End of chapter)