"No matter what the truth is, I can't let them down." The knuckles of her fingers turned white from being pinched by herself,
Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy's seat, and sat down as casually as possible.
"Huh?" Sensing the movement around him, Malfoy glanced at her and never looked away.
Hermione's heart tightened immediately. "Is there something wrong?" Hermione felt her whole body tense up.
"Well, the headmaster is amazing, this robe doesn't look like it's been stained with ink." Malfoy was looking at her robe. "By the way, didn't that Potter come back with you?" he continued.
"He's still being lectured by Professor S..." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied that Snape almost blurted out just now, which made her feel relieved and almost hung up again. Fortunately, she changed it back .
"Our dean really "cared and cared" for Potter." Malfoy said with a half-smile, he thought of those rotten women's sexuality in his previous life, and couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
It is said that he himself is also a victim of the disaster in the BL world.
"Well, I think you must not be in the mood to eat, why don't we go back to the lounge?" Malfoy asked Hermione after teasing himself.
"Okay." Hermione tried to let herself talk as little as possible, and this was just what she wanted, and it was easier to talk when there were fewer people.
Malfoy just felt like his brain was going to explode, so he decided to relax. "Tuning. Teaching" Pan Xi should be a good way to relax. He felt that it was necessary to test his teaching results today.
The two left the table without attracting much attention, and most of the students' attention was still on the food in front of them.
They turned through passages until they came to an empty, damp stone wall, through which they could reach the Slytherin lounge.
"Purebred," said Malfoy.
A stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Malfoy strode in, followed by Hermione.
This was Hermione's first, and perhaps the last, visit to the Slytherin common room, a long, low basement with walls and ceilings of rough stone, round and glowing. Green lights hung from the ceiling on chains. In front of them, under a beautifully carved mantelpiece, a fire was crackling and crackling. Perhaps it was too early. Most of the students were still eating in the auditorium. Now there was no one but the two of them. No, Hermione and Malfoy were reflected in the light of the fire in the fireplace.
"Old rules," Malfoy said to Hermione, moving closer to her.
"What is he going to do?" Hermione felt herself blushing like a boiled crab. It was only then that she remembered that Malfoy and Pansy had always been very close. Thinking of this, her heart felt inexplicably sour. .
"Well, your face is so red, is it because you have a fever?" Malfoy reached out to Hermione's forehead. "No, the temperature is normal." He sized Hermione up and said, "I don't want to be fooled by you. It's useless to pretend to be sick. You can't be careless about this kind of thing." reach out to her.
"What on earth is he going to do? He's even going to force it?" Hermione just felt that her heart was about to explode. Girls in their teens are ignorant of that aspect, and it's normal to think wildly.
"Okay." As if thinking of something, Malfoy loosened his hand, "I actually forgot that you didn't bring a wand." Malfoy touched his chin, glanced to the other side, and walked over Picked up an unusual wand, probably left behind by one of Crabbe and Goyle.
"Just use it." Malfoy tossed it to Hermione. "Don't be in a daze." Malfoy saw Hermione standing there in a daze after catching the wand, and he was out of breath. "What are you waiting for?" he asked.
"Expelliarmus!" A red light suddenly shot at the tip of Malfoy's staff, and shot at Hermione fiercely.
"Armor protection!" Hermione thought she had been discovered, and her heart was like a tangled mess, but she subconsciously used the Iron Armor Curse.
The spell was bounced off, rushed towards the flames in the fireplace, and disappeared without a trace.
"Not bad." Malfoy's previously frowning brows relaxed, and his tone seemed very happy. "It's a lot of progress," he said.
Only then did Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and now she guessed the reason for his behavior just now, and became even hotter at her embarrassing thoughts just now.
"Isn't this a good opportunity to cut into the topic?" Hermione had a flash of inspiration, and said in a complaining tone: "But it's useless if you encounter a basilisk." I was afraid of hearing something like: "It's okay, that's under my control anyway."
Malfoy looked at Hermione with strange eyes and said, "You actually care about the basilisk? Didn't you always say that I and Dumbledore can protect you before? Are you not worried at all?"
Hearing this, Hermione regretted for a while, feeling that she had ventured into it again, and became nervous again, fearing that she would be found out.
But Malfoy just said that, and he added: "Indeed, it's useless if you really encounter a basilisk." He seemed to have thought of something that had a headache, took a breath and said, "The skin of the basilisk is very It may have the same characteristics as the armor of the dragon skin, which can reflect the spells thrown at it, and only its eyes and mouth are the only weak points of defense." He shook his head, "Although it is very reluctant, but the wizard faces He, maybe he can only succeed with physical damage, and a slightly weaker spell may be rebounded."
"But you don't have to worry, the basilisk will only target those wizards who are not pure blood, you are safe."
Hermione was both happy and disappointed. She was happy because she saw this answer. Malfoy was not the one who manipulated the basilisk. She was disappointed because she didn't find the truth, but she still asked, "What about Rowe... The one at Sly's was petrified anyway."
Malfoy looked at Hermione suspiciously: "You are a bit strange today, don't you usually never care about these things?" But he continued: "He must have other reasons." suspicious.
"How could he know there were other reasons, couldn't it be..." Hermione was a little reluctant to imagine, and she was obviously suspicious, so she could only talk about other things.
After asking and answering, everything was fine, but Hermione felt that her doubts deepened. Malfoy's answer made people suspicious, and Hermione felt that she was farther away from the truth. She even thought wildly: "Did he even The closest people are hiding it?"
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door. It should be that other students came back. Hermione estimated the time, and the effect of the compound decoction was about to expire. She had to find an excuse to leave. Any effect made Hermione even more confused.
Just when Hermione was looking for an excuse to leave, something happened.
"What did you just say?" Malfoy asked a female student who had just entered.
"I said I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girls' bathroom, and he said that he seemed to have found clues to the basilisk there." The female student showed an expression of admiration. Now Lockhart is like a savior for the welfare of the people, giving up the rare Christmas holiday and taking risks for the safety of the students.
A male teacher loitering in the girls' bathroom must be perverse enough, so he'd have to find a plausible excuse.
"The opportunity has come." Malfoy's heart was agitated, Riddle finally wanted to make a move, and then he supported Hermione's shoulder and said, "I have something urgent right now, you just stay here and don't go anywhere."
People's ability to make up brains is powerful. Before the truth is known, any behavior can make people's brains make up the "truth" that is thousands of miles away. At this moment, Malfoy, in Hermione's eyes, was like Achilles who was found with his heels exposed, desperately trying to cover his weakness, and her heart tugged again.
But she still nodded calmly and said, "Okay."
Malfoy got up immediately, ran all the way, and ran out the door, but the excitement on his face turned into another meaning in Hermione's eyes.
"No, I'm going to stop him," Hermione said to herself. "Professor Lockhart is there too."
After a while, when Malfoy was far away, she left the Slytherin common room in a hurry, she didn't even have time to change her clothes back, she was afraid that she would have another victim later, she It never occurred to her to report to the other teachers, because Lockhart was there and she trusted him.
Maybe she also had a little selfishness in the hope that if someone turned his back on the wrong way, only one or two people would know of his repentance, so that he wouldn't be fired.
Hermione walked through the dark corridors, and the walls of those corridors still flashed the words left by the basilisk when it came out to harm the students. Her heart was extremely anxious, and she walked to the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle At the door, she suddenly heard a familiar yet unfamiliar syllable, which was Malfoy's voice.
Her intuition told her that she should write these down, and when she remembered, she recalled that these syllables seemed to be the weird sentences Harry said on stage, which made her even more confused: "Harry also related to this Does it matter?", she shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence that Harry should be being lectured by Snape right now.
Not long after, the sound stopped, and she rushed into the bathroom, only to find the weeping Myrtle sitting on the innermost toilet tank, trembling.
Hermione thought that ghosts should not have such emotions of fear.
"The third!" Myrtle's voice sounded extremely weak. "You are the third person who came here today." Her voice was reminiscent of fear, and she seemed to recall very bad things. memory.
"Where are they now?" Hermione couldn't help asking, she needed to hurry up, if it was normal, she might choose to flatter Myrtle with a few words, and then she would say something.
Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried over to the pool, which looked ordinary. She checked it inside and out, up and down, and didn't let go of the water pipes below.
"This faucet never comes out." For some reason, Myrtle's tone suddenly brightened.
"Where were those two people just now?"
Myrtle's face was full of fear again, and she whispered, "Both of them said something to this faucet that I couldn't understand... and it turned out..." Myrtle seemed to think of something, With a shriek, it rose into the air, turned around, and fell headfirst into the toilet bowl, splashing water over Hermione and disappearing.
Hermione had no choice, knowing that she could never ask Myrtle for any other valuable clues, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and began to imitate as much as she could of the voice she had just heard.
The sound was strange, like the hissing of a snake.
Immediately, the dragon hair emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool moved. They watched the pool slowly disappear from view, revealing a pipe so thick that a person could slip through it.
Will Gryffindor be afraid of danger? of course! No one is not afraid of danger, but do they hold it back? The answer is also obvious.
Hermione got into the pipe without hesitation.