Kajon was helpless, he didn't like to stay in Slytherin, he blamed the damn Sorting Hat!

By this time, class was over, and they were laboriously making their way through the crowded hallway, ready to put their bags down for lunch.

Hermione nodded eagerly, but Harry didn't say anything, his face was a little ugly, and the Sorting Hat had advised him to go to Slytherin.

The four of them huddled through the crowd as Colin Creevey walked past them. "Hello, Harry!"

"Hello, Colin." Harry replied casually.

"Harry- Harry- one of the boys in our class has been saying you are—" But Colin was too small to stop the flow of people pushing him into the auditorium.

All they heard was him screaming, "Goodbye, Harry!" and disappeared without a trace.

"What did the boy in his class say about you?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"I guess I'm the heir of Slytherin." Harry said, his heart sinking a little more as he suddenly remembered the way Justin Finchrie had fled him at lunch.

"People here believe everything." Ron said in disgust.

"yes, isn't it rumored that I'm the heir of Slytherin? Why did it change to Harry again? Charon was also bewildered by the endless rumors.

The crowd thinned out, and they were finally able to climb the stairs effortlessly.

"Do you really think there are secret rooms?" Ron asked Hermione.

"I don't know," she said, frowning, "Dumbledore can't cure Lady Loris, which makes me think that the guy who attacked it probably wasn't—oh—not human." ”

As she spoke, they turned a corner and found themselves at the top of the hallway where the attack had occurred. The scene was the same as it had been that night, except that the petrified cat was no longer hanging from the torch stand, and leaning against an empty chair on the wall with the words "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened".

"Filch has been standing guard here." Ron whispered. They exchanged glances. There was no one in the hallway.

"We might as well look for it." After saying that, Charon began to lean down on the ground to look for clues.

"Scorched marks!" He said, "Here—and here—"

"Come and see this!" Hermione said, "It's funny......

Hermione pointed to the top piece of glass, where about twenty spiders were crawling in a panic, seemingly eager to get out of a small crack in the glass. A long silver wire hung down like a rope, and it seemed that it was through this wire that they hurried up and fled out of the window.

"Have you ever seen a spider like this?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"No," said Charon, "what about you, Ron?" Ron?"

He turned his head. Ron stood far behind, seemingly resisting the urge to escape.

"What's wrong?" Charon asked.

"I—don't like—don't like—spiders." Ron said nervously.

"I've never heard of that," Hermione said, looking at Ron in amazement, "You've used spiders so many times in Potions class......

"I don't care about dead spiders," Ron said, carefully looking away from that window, "I just don't like the way they crawl." ”

Hermione giggled. Charon quickly digressed the subject, "Harry, what else did you see at the time?" ”

Harry thought for a moment and said, "There was water on the ground, and I don't know where it came from. Did someone mop the floor? ”

"Probably right here," Ron said, taking a few steps past Filch's chair and pointing to them, "parallel to this door." ”

He reached for the brass spherical handle, but suddenly retracted it, as if it had been burned by fire.

"What's going on?" Charon asked.

"Can't go in," Ron said unhappily, "it's the girls' bathroom." ”

"Oh, Ron, there's no one in there." Hermione said. She straightened up and walked over, "This is the territory of the weeping myrtle." Come on, let's go in and have a look. She ignored the big sign with the word "Fault" written on it and pushed the door open.

It's a dark and dreary place. Beneath a large, stained, cracked mirror is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces. The floor was wet, and a few candle heads burned low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that made the floor gloomy. The wooden doors of the single rooms are peeling off in paint and covered with scratches; One of the doors had its hinges off and hung there wakily.

Hermione covered her mouth with her hands and walked towards the innermost private room. When she got to the door, she said, "Hey, myrtle." How are you?"

The three of them followed suit. A crying myrtle is floating in the tank of the flush toilet, tugging at a spot on her chin.

"This is the girls' bathroom," she said, looking at Charon, Ron, and Harry with suspicion, "they're not girls." ”

"Yes," agreed Hermione, "I want to show them how beautiful it is here—here." ”

She waved vaguely at the dirty old mirror and damp floor.

Most of the ghosts are fond of Charon, but Myrtle is an exception, she hates all boys, including Charon.

"Ask her if she sees anything." Charon lowered her voice to Hermione.

"What are you muttering?" Myrtle glared at them and asked.

"Nothing," Charon said quickly, "we want to ask you—"

"I hope people don't talk about me behind my back!" Myrtle said with tears in her voice, "I also have feelings, you know, even though I am dead." ”

"Myrtle, no one wants to upset you," Hermione said, "we're just—"

"No one wants to make me sad! It's a big joke!" Myrtle cried and said, "There is no joy in my life here, only sorrow, and now that I'm dead, people won't let me go!"

"We just want to ask you if you've seen anything interesting lately," Hermione hastened, "because on Halloween, a cat was attacked right outside your gate." ”

"I didn't pay attention," Myrtle said with an exaggerated emotion, "Peeves tortured me so badly that I came here to kill myself." And then, of course, I remembered that I was- I had—"

"It's dead." Ron helped her finish her sentence. The myrtle sobbed in grief, rose into the air, turned around, planted her head down in the toilet, splashed the water on them, and then disappeared. From her muffled sobs, she was hiding somewhere in the toilet seat.

The three of them stood dumbfounded, but Hermione shrugged her shoulders lazily and said, "Honestly, it's a pleasure for Myrtle...... Come, let's go. ”

In the common room at night, Charon was still wondering, was it still Ginny who was confused by Voldemort's diary with this butterfly of his? But what should I do? Whether it's the thousand-year-old basilisk or Voldemort's remnant, it's not easy to deal with. What's worse is that Ginny doesn't have a good relationship with herself, and she won't listen to herself. Now at Hogwarts, at least more than half of the people think that Charon is the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and if he really tosses around, it is estimated that the time to be imprisoned in Azkaban is not far away!

"But who could it be?" Hermione whispered, continuing their conversation, "Who wants to kick Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think about it," Ron said, pretending to be puzzled, "as far as we know, who thinks Muggle-born people are trash?"

He looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked at him with a look of doubt on her face.

"If you're talking about Malfoy—"

"Of course it's him!" "You heard him say, 'You're next, Mudbloods!' Actually, you only have to look at his ugly mouse face to know it's—"

"Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin?" Hermione said skeptically.

"Look at their family," Harry said, closing the book, "their whole family is in Slytherin, and he often shows it off. They are most likely descendants of Slytherin. His father was evil enough. ”

"They may have held the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" Ron said, "From generation to generation, father to son......"

"yes," Hermione said cautiously, "I think it's possible......"

Charon knew it wasn't right, of course, but he didn't say anything, and Malfoy wasn't a good fellow.

"How can we prove it?" Harry said pessimistically.

"Maybe there's a way," Hermione said slowly, grabbing a hurried glance at the rest of the room and lowering her voice, "of course, it's not easy to do, and it's dangerous, very dangerous. We're probably going to break 50 school rules. ”

"In another month or so, if you're willing to tell us, you'll tell us, won't you?" Ron said impatiently.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you now." Hermione said calmly, "All we need to do is go into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him recognizing us. ”

"It's impossible." Harry said, and Ron laughed.

"No, it's possible," Hermione said, "we just need some polyjuice potion." ”

"What's that?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.

"A few weeks ago, Snape mentioned in class—".

"In Potions class, don't you have anything more interesting to do than listen to Snape?" Ron muttered.

"This decoction can turn you into a different person. Think about it! We can become Slytherin students. No one will know it's us. Malfoy will probably tell us everything. He's probably bragging in the Slytherin common room right now, but unfortunately we can't hear it. ”