Chapter 189 188: Kill the Snake Man! The sorrow of Malfoy!
The corpse of the basilisk lay there quietly.
The snake skin that had not yet deteriorated had lost all its nutrients, and even had no medicinal value. The guy who killed this poor snake did not waste any energy that could be used.
This is definitely a heartbreaking situation for Ian. He has always regarded the snake monster as his big treasure who has never been masked. Unexpectedly, his big treasure was intercepted and hunted.
"Tom! It must be Tom! There can't be anyone else except Tom!"
The damp musty smell mixed with blood poured into my mouth and nose, and Ian's hand holding the wand was shaking slightly. In order to better raise snake monsters, he has developed many special agents for breeding snake monsters.
Including but not limited to [Fast Regeneration Potion], [Three Molting Potions a Day] and [Snake Tooth Quick Regeneration Potion], these painless and harmless inventions are now directly lost.
The snake monster in the secret room is gone.
Where can the little wizard find the second precious potion material forever production machine? If we calculate based on the time of raising the Snake Monster for six generations, he would have lost hundreds or tens of millions of Jin Jialong in this wave.
"Even if the evil Tom is resurrected and let me hang my waist for a thousand years, I'm afraid I can't make up for my painful losses." Ian raised his wand and buried the snake monster on the spot with heartache.
He looked at the slightly damp and dark passage ahead, feeling that he had come, so he had to search for if there were any resources to recycle in Slytherin's secret room.
It can make up for a little bit.
As for the issue of not attending classes on the first morning of the school year, this is not within the scope of the little wizard's consideration. I believe Professor Flevy is definitely happy to help him find the right excuse.
The status of the top students in the hearts of the professors is already quite privileged, let alone Ian is also the top student among the top students. Professor Flevy even helped Ian forge a certificate of disease that Ian didn't know.
"Da da da da~"
Ian's footsteps echoed in the empty secret room, and the splashes of water splashed under his feet hit the dust that had been sealed in the air for a long time, and the entire secret room was filled with a heart-pounding silence.
Only Ian's clear footsteps, and the water droplets that occasionally seep out of the cracks in the rocks, made subtle and crisp sounds, constantly overlapping in the underground room built thousands of years ago.
"Slytherin's rheumatism must be very serious."
Ian walked to the end of the secret passage, and when he walked around one corner after another, the seemingly hard stone wall suddenly appeared in his eyes.
This is a wall that looks extremely delicate. In addition to some magical texts, there are also two entangled giant snakes, and the giant snake's eyes are inlaid with several huge gems of pure texture.
They are shining with green light that is as fickle as a life-seeking curse. Perhaps with the blessing of transformation, these stone giant snakes are no different from real snakes. They cling to the wall and look at the prey below, as if they could rush out of the wall at any time. The little wizard Even the "hissing" snakes could be heard in his ears.
"Open."
Accompanied by Ian's opening.
The entire secret room began to shake violently. Flashes of roaring sounds appeared, and dust was constantly shaking down from the ceiling above Ian's head.
The dust did not stain Ian's clothes.
"The amount of dust does not seem to be accumulated over decades." Under his gaze, the secret room that may have been opened recently opened suddenly opened.
The rusty crunch still calmed down.
See.
In the gate, there is a long and narrow room, with a straight road leading to the end, and on both sides of the road, there is a deep pool of water on both sides.
One stone pillar after another stands in the pool, supporting the ceiling with a huge crystal chandelier. Candles that are difficult to burn for thousands of years are burning steadily and lastingly.
The firelight illuminates almost every corner of the entire secret room under the crystal refraction with exquisite cutting technology. It obviously uses some optical principle related to Muggle science.
The coiled snake-shaped carvings on the stone pillars also appeared vividly in the reflection of the water surface in the refraction of the light, like long water snakes swimming in the pool.
"Who said that the wizards' mathematics, physics and chemistry are not good? I think Slytherin is also a dual cultivator of matter and law." Ian stepped into it, holding his magic wand in his hand.
After all, no one can tell whether a sneak attacker would come out from somewhere. The development of the matter has deviated too much from the story about Hogwarts in Ian's memory.
As the little wizard moved forward step by step, no abnormality occurred around the ghostly shadows. He walked straight to the end and came to a sculpture of the same height as the secret room.
This is a statue of an old man with a pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks like a monkey. His sparse but long goatee hung straight to the ground-level robe. His two gray legs stood on the smooth floor of the stone chamber, looking down slightly. The tiny latecomer standing at his feet has not subsided for thousands of years.
The production process of the statue is quite sophisticated, even the beard is clear. It is a work that is hard-working, and it looks much more refined than the huge stone statues in the underground palace.
"Salazar Slytherin." Ian certainly recognized the name of the statue. The most narcissistic person among the four founders was not Gryffindor but the old Deng who had cheated him.
"Get aside, Lao Deng!" Ian cursed and kicked the stone statue. He raised his wand and planned to use his level 5 to awaken his extraordinary characteristics [Lock-Opening Spell] to open the hidden room behind the statue— —The correct way to open the door here should be "Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the four Hogwarts giants", but it is a bit of a problem to let Ian praise this person who has cheated him in a snake-like accent Not.
Fortunately, Ian practiced the lock-opening curse during the summer vacation. Now he has awakened the feature called [Deconstructing All Things] of the lock-opening curse. It gives Ian the ability to use magic power to dismantle all shackles.
Usually, the unlocking spell may just unlock the physical lock, but Ian's current [Locking Spell] is no longer limited to unlocking the lock. In addition to opening the physical lock, it can also unlock magic seals and even spiritual shackles.
Anything that has the symbolic meaning of "lock" and "key" can be opened. Just like other extraordinary traits, this is already a force beyond the limits and rules of ordinary magic.
"Araho's hole open!"
Ian's magic hits directly.
He solved the not-so-complex door opening mechanism without spending much calculation. Slytherin didn't set up too much defense, after all, those who could get here were people with snake accents.
Faced with his younger generation whom he recognized, Slytherin just wanted to listen to some compliments. I'm afraid he would never have imagined that the person entering this secret room did not have much favorable feelings for him.
"KaKaKa~"
With a sour sound, it sounded.
The mouth of the Slytherin statue began to open, wider and wider, revealing the dark hole behind the statue - this place should have been the residence of the snake monster.
It is also the real secret room of Slytherin that many people speculate. Ian had also heard similar rumors, so he went straight into the cave where the Basilisk was no longer guarded by him without saying a word. As soon as I entered, the smell of mould and rot came to my face, and there was no illuminated candle inside.
"Fluorescence flashes."
Ian chanted the spell.
The ball of light flew away from his wand and soared into the air.
It was like a small drone following him. I saw that with the light rising, the huge cave was presented in front of the little wizard.
However.
This hidden space is an uncrafted unfinished house. There is no ornate decoration, no dazzling gems, only the exposed rocks and wet moss look particularly cold and wet in the dim light. The air was filled with a mixture of aged musty smell and earth.
"It's really Slytherin's doghouse, no, is it a snake's nest?"
Ian couldn't help but frown. He originally looked forward to discovering some legacy left by Slytherin here for later generations, but the scene in front of him was very different from what he imagined.
Maybe Tom, who deserves to die ten thousand times, has taken away everything there long ago?
"It may also be that Slytherin is really stingy." Ian couldn't help but think of Gryffindor's treasure. He never gave up looking for the strange portrait of the founder.
After choreography of Slytherin in my heart, Ian looked around. There was no trace of light inside, except for rocks or mud walls, and even a trace of light seemed so stingy.
"Huh?"
Just when the little wizard was about to leave.
An unusual reflection attracted his attention. In a corner of the cave, there is a somewhat decaying wizard chess board on a seemingly ordinary rock.
The grid on the chessboard is already blurred, and the edges are full of mold due to the erosion of time, but even so, it still exudes a rather mysterious aura.
It seems that there is some kind of magic engraved on it.
"Does Tom, who has no nose, look down on something?" Ian, no matter whether there was a treasure in it, wrote a bill he thought he should ask for.
“Checkmate.”
Ian, who was close to the board, saw the engraved characters on the board, and there was only one piece lying alone on the empty board - it was a stone king piece that looked ordinary. The surface of the chess piece was covered with a thin layer of dust, which was extremely hard, but it didn't look like a valuable product.
Maybe that's why it's left here?
"But there seems to be traces of magic on it." Ian grabbed the chess piece and checked it. Then, he saw the chess piece open his eyes, and his hoarse voice seemed to be from the overlapping sighs from a thousand years ago.
"A true king must learn to pierce his throat with the thorns on his crown." This voice sounded a little familiar, like the voice of his good friend Pandro.
But the tone sounds much lower and older.
"Something."
Ian's eyes flashed slightly, and he put the chess piece in his wallet. He felt that there must be some statements about this thing, and he should take it away regardless of whether it was self-comfort or not.
"I have been trying to make me so long, but I didn't find one." Ian returned to the same path with some helplessness, climbed out of the cave and walked out of the gate of the secret room along the road.
"Boom~"
With violent shaking, the door of the secret room was closed again. Ian was about to leave and return to the ground, but when he looked back, he stopped.
"I'm feeling much better now."
Half an hour later.
Ian took several heavy huge emeralds and drilled out from the entrance of the passage of the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. It took him a lot of effort and magic to buckle these things from the door.
I sorted out my clothes.
Ian put away the gem and walked out of the abandoned bathroom and came to the corridor.
"Earthquake! Earthquake!"
"It was a long time since the earthquake just now!"
"Oh my God! Is it still not that we have suspended classes after such a terrible thing?"
...
Many little wizards who were supposed to be in class gathered in the corridor. They seemed to have escaped from the classroom collectively, and they were all whispering to each other about their encounters not long ago.
Ian didn't join.
He went straight to the Alchemy Professor's office.
"Little Ian, have you felt the shaking of the ground just now?" Nick Lemay, who had no classes in the morning, was fiddling with unfinished works. Seeing Ian come in, he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Students all said it was an earthquake."
Ian answered without changing his expression.
"No, this is obviously the movement of something collapsed below the ground, not an earthquake." Nick Lemay spoke with a firm tone and made an accurate judgment.
"Ah? Really? Maybe somewhere has been disrepaired." Ian avoided his gaze with guilt. He didn't know why the secret room collapsed after taking out a few gems.
This must be related to Voldemort's experience in some unknown dangerous experiments.
Yes.
He just happened to be in a bad mood.
Ian thought so.
He couldn't help but remember another account for Brother Tom in his small notebook.
"Maybe, this is not a problem I should deal with. Dumbledore should be responsible for Hogwarts." Nick Lemay did not continue to talk about this issue after glanced at Ian.
"Is there anything wrong with me?"
He looked at Ian's slightly damp robe.
"I want to find Professor Dumbledore or Professor Lockhart. Harry's situation is a bit wrong." Ian said his intention directly. He had confirmed on the map of the Living Spot that neither old men were there.
Perhaps there are Dumbledore or Grindelwald who are hiding in the school at other times. Regarding this, Nick Lemay who assists two people in time travel should be the clearest.
"Harry is something wrong? Is it because of the remnant soul in Harry's forehead?" Nick Lemay did not look surprised. It was obvious that Voldemort's Horcrux did not escape the eyes of this great alchemist.
He studied Harry Potter's scars for a long time last night.
"Yes, I feel that the remnant soul living in Harry's forehead is very active, and I am worried that it wants to take over Harry's body and complete his rebirth. I discovered a little bit this morning..." Ian had nothing to hide. , that is, he told all the conversation between himself and Harry and what happened.
After listening to his experience, Nick Lemay frowned slightly.
"Indeed, the remnant souls in Harry's body are extremely active, but although the situation of these remnant souls is very special, it is not easy for our Dark King to complete the resurrection."
"The Horcrux is a way to avoid the God of Death. It is a fool of the God of Death. Any remaining Horcrux in the world requires extremely harsh conditions to make a dead person truly return from death."
"This is definitely not a simple operation... If a soul wants to come back, it needs to use another soul to replace his position in the world of the dead."
"This is also a deception, and an equivalent exchange. Therefore, as long as there are no dead people in the school, Harry's situation will not slide in the worst direction."
Nick Lemay made a judgment on continuing experience and knowledge based on Ian's story. How could the world's most powerful alchemist have not studied Horcrux?
"What if the soul used for trading is Harry's soul?" Ian has never had any interest in Horcrux, so he naturally does not have much knowledge of this.
"This is impossible. Harry's soul and Voldemort's residual soul merge too deeply. Unless Voldemort and his own Horcrux give up, he would not dare to use Harry's soul to perform such operations." Nick Le. May believed that Voldemort would not do such a thing, and he knew that Voldemort had not many Horcruxes left.
"We must consider this possibility." Ian was more cautious. He felt that Voldemort's crazy way of thinking could not be truly understood by people.
"You're right. Being cautious enough can avoid a lot of trouble, so I'll go to the school clinic to see Harry's situation." As he said that, Nick Lemay put down what was in his hand and stood up and put on a long robe. .
"Don't inform Dumbledore?"
Ian looked at the old man who was trembling when walking. He didn't believe in the old man's strength. He just believed that Dumbledore could use his wisdom to deal with and see through Voldemort's tricks.
after all.
Dumbledore is equivalent to Jerry.
Strength and wisdom defeat Voldemort.
"He and his old friends are not in school now. It can be said that there are only some of the backup plans he left in the school. These methods cannot provide any substantial help to us and Harry."
"Maybe, that's why trouble arises." Nick Lemay sighed and answered. He felt that Voldemort had specially chosen a good time to make trouble.
"Have they traveled in time?"
Ian looked at his big bell. At this time, the big bell was obviously in operation, and the dashboard of the clock pointed to nearly a thousand years ago.
"It's time to complete their big things. If it goes well, Dumbledore will be able to solve all the trouble after returning." Nick Lemay gave an unidentified answer.
The little wizard thought something.
"Okay, I'll pay more attention to the situation in the school." Ian followed Nick Lemay out of the office. After watching Nick Lemay go to the school infirmary, he chose to walk towards the stairs.
On the tower with clear vision.
The little wizard looked at the big lawn in the distance.
See.
The first-year freshmen are studying the first flight class there. Mrs. Huo Qi was teaching students as usual, but just as she was talking about the key points of flight.
"Swoosh~"
The panicked Neville couldn't hear the slogan clearly, and rode his legs and flew into the sky on a flying broom. He was soaring straight up, and the ascension speed surprised Ian.
"Come out! Child!"
Mrs. Huo Qi quickly exclaimed at Neville.
"I can't control it!"
A panic shout came out in mid-air.
"Save me! Who will save me!"
Perhaps he didn't remember the process when he was listening to the class just now, or perhaps Navi was quite nervous at this time, so he couldn't hold the flying broom and fell from the sky.
“…”
Ian recalled the plot.
However.
He had just taken out his wand thousands of meters away to prepare for rescue, and fell rapidly from a high altitude. He made a sharp registration in mid-air, and hung directly on the window of a tower in the distance.
“…”
The little wizard silently put down the wand in his hand.
He saw that the others had reacted and took out their wands.
For your own purposes.
Ian chose to give up the chance to the other academy.
"Yugadimule Viosa~"
The little witch on the lawn was indeed casting spells at this time. As the other little wizards screamed in panic, they used magic to save Neville from the window.
"Beautiful job! Miss Granger! Extremely excellent magic! You saved this child's life!" Mrs. Huo Qi patted her chest with lingering fear and thanked Hermione.
Hermione scratched her head with some embarrassment.
And magnet.
"My hands! My legs! My waist!"
Neville moaned in pain. Mr. Longbottom was obviously not just frightened, but also suffered a considerable injury due to the impact. His pale face was covered with sweat oozing out of pain.
"I have to send this child to the school infirmary. His bones are broken. Mrs. Pomfrey must be asked to help him." Mrs. Huo Qi hurried forward to check on Neville's condition.
She picked up Neville with a nervous expression, and before leaving, she turned around and glared at the little wizards fiercely, "None of you is allowed to touch a flying broom when I leave!"
"If I were to come back and saw that you didn't do what I asked, let alone contact Quidditch, you would have to be kicked out of Hogwarts' gate tonight!"
She was obviously scaring the little wizards.
no way.
The record of teaching without accidents for many years was broken. At this time, Mrs. Huo Qi was not only feeling uncomfortable about her career, but also had the first time to encounter similar situations.
"I reminded her last year."
On the high tower in the distance.
Ian felt that Mrs. Huo Qi was finally going to learn from her mistakes.
Some of this teacher’s teaching habits should be changed.
"Oh, child, hold on and don't faint." Mrs. Huo Qi did not notice Ian, and she didn't know if she thought of the reminder from Ian last year.
She comforted Neville and ran to the castle with her arms around.
And just after the flight class teacher left.
"Did you see it? That stupid guy is so funny." Malfoy couldn't wait to start mocking, and some Slytherin's freshmen around him were also hilarious.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
Hermione couldn't stand these people's gloating and stood up.
Malfoy's smile stuttered.
"Don't think that with Prince protecting you, you can be so arrogant to us. Miss Granger, I'm not targeting you, I'm just targeting a fool."
He was obviously a little cowardly.
However, because many students around him still gritted their teeth and retorted.
But the momentum is obviously not as strong as before.
"What are you going to do?"
Hermione saw Malfoy walk toward where Neville fell.
She thought Malfoy was smiling badly.
"I just want to play a game with our stupid guy. I hid him and found it." Malfoy picked up a ball from the grass and showed it to the freshmen around him in a conspicuous manner.
"Look, how easy it is for him to forget things when the silly grandma gave him the memory ball. Let's see if he will forget things about his memory ball."
Said.
Malfoy stepped on the flying broom that was explicitly prohibited by Mrs. Huo Qi - he was not afraid of Mrs. Huo Qi's threat. As a school director, his father could still get him expelled?
"Give things back! Malfoy! You're too much!" Hermione scolded Malfoy for her behavior, but saw Malfoy rising into the sky smoothly on a broom.
"If you want it? Then take it yourself. This is our own business. You'd better not complain to Prince." Malfoy showed off the memory ball in his hand to Hermione with a smug look.
His flying talent is indeed very strong.
but.
Just when Hermione was so angry that she grabbed the broom on the ground and was about to chase after him, everyone found that the proud Malfoy expression began to become strange.
"No..."
"This is not right... I don't want to continue to rise. Damn, the broomstick is out of control!" This time it was his turn to scream, his terrified voice was no different from Neville before.
"????"
Hermione and the students on the ground were stunned.
"Is he acting?"
More than one person has such suspicion.
after all.
In addition to shouting for help, Malfoy's flying broom flew too smoothly. After rising to a certain height, he rushed out and disappeared from everyone's sight with a whoosh.
"He must have acted!"
After finding that Malfoy could not be found, Hermione made a resentful conclusion, "This guy must have wanted to make a quibble with the broom to argue with the professors later!"
Her judgment was recognized by many Gryffindor freshmen.
"Too cunning!"
"The people of the Pure Blood Family are so sinister!"
"This guy is so scheming!"...
Compared with Gryffindor's freshmen and Slytherin's freshmen, after listening to Hermione's analysis, they all suddenly realized and praised Malfoy's intelligence.
"This is our Slytherin student!"
"Look! The people of the Malfoy family know how to deal with the aftermath!"
"He is such a genius!"
A group of students who were hanging out with Malfoy were praising Malfoy. Little did they know that the "wise man" in their eyes was already scared like a quail at this time.
"Oh! No! She complained too quickly! I should have thought of it! She looked like she liked to complain!" Malfoy saw the figure he was getting closer and closer.
This little snake from Slytherin Academy is in a bad mood.
Expression depressed.
Show regret on his face.
His legs kicked in the air, and his mouth made a series of horror cry, and his body trembled violently as the broom approached, obviously frightened by this sudden change.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Sorry! Sorry!"
This guy immediately began to apologize to Ian crazy.
Above the tower, the wind roared, and Ian stood quietly on the edge of the guardrail, watching Malfoy being brought to him by a flying broom under his magic control.
"I'm not interested in the fight between you kids." Ian saw what Malfoy was thinking, but his speechless words were not believed by Malfoy.
really.
From Malfoy's perspective, everything was so coincidental. As soon as he had a conflict with the Gryffindor girl, Ian directly got into this corner where there was no one else.
What are you doing if you don’t want to beat yourself up?
"I didn't want to bully you... she was the first..." Malfoy wanted to defend himself, and his face turned pale due to fear.
However.
But Ian interrupted him directly.
"What I want to ask you is not this, but what you gave me this morning." Ian took out the crystal ball, his green eyes stared at the little snake with a sudden stiff expression in front of him.
"I..."
Malfoy wanted to speak but stopped.
The already pale face turned paler a little.
He did not deny that it was something he left behind like in the morning, probably because he was afraid that he would be beaten up, but he did not dare to tell the source of the crystal ball.
Ian saw this.
"I know the diary is with you." Ian's [Thinking Perception] is extremely effective for this kind of wizard who has no defense in his mind. He even clearly felt the entanglement in Malfoy's mind.
"I don't!"
Malfoy was revealed.
The whole person seemed to be frightened and almost fell down from the flying broom. He looked around in panic, as if he was afraid that he would be under surveillance.
"Give me the diary, and you don't need to worry about any trouble coming to you or your family." Ian also clearly felt Malfoy's concerns.
His words made Malfoy struggle with a clear expression.
"You have to assure me this!"
It was obvious that the balance in Malfoy's heart had already tilted - between a terrible alchemy creature and his classmates, he certainly would rather believe in many new choices of pure blood families.
"Of course."
Ian smiled and nodded and made the response Malfoy wanted.
Malfoy gritted his teeth.
He began to grab the railing with both hands, trying to climb from the flying broom to Ian's side. However, because his hands and feet were still weak, he almost fell off the tower without grasping it.
"Look, I'm already saving your life." Ian grabbed Malfoy in time and pulled him up from the brink of danger. He smiled and looked at the frightened Malfoy.
“…”
In fact, Malfoy wanted to say that if Ian hadn't been to him, he wouldn't have encountered danger, but he responded with a stiff smile and did not dare to reveal his feelings in the end.
"Come with me."
After a while of slowing down.
Malfoy was a little confused and led the way for Ian.
During the process of going downstairs.
"They all said you killed Harry Potter, is this true?" Malfoy, who was full of worries, did not forget to carefully verify the rumors he heard from Ian.
All I can say.
There is nothing more true love than this.
"Who told you this? It's better to give me a list later." Ian just glanced at Malfoy and made the little snake dare not speak immediately.
"That was something I found at home. I have been in the corner for a long time. I originally thought it could tell me stories like Daphne's magical book that came from somewhere."
"I never thought that it was...it was...that evil." He could only immediately change the topic and lead the topic to his own experience.
Obviously.
Some butterfly effects do happen.
Daphne's storybook from Grindelwald aroused Malfoy's curiosity, which made what should have appeared in the next semester appear in Hogwarts in advance.
"It seems you know what you're hiding." Ian followed Malfoy all the way to the Slytherin Lounge, and his teasing made Malfoy shudder again.
"I'm not a fool, I can guess... but I dare not say it." Malfoy tried to lower his voice, but even so, it was hard to hide the fear in the voice.
"Is the diary you gave me?"
Ian expressed his previous guess.
Sure enough.
Malfoy nodded honestly, "Yes, it was something that the diary asked me to give you. He assured me that there was no curse in the crystal ball and no magic targeting you."
He was obviously trying to save the possible consequences of his actions. After all, whether it is from the unofficial history of Hogwarts or the official history learned from the pure blood family, everyone who wants to harm this horrifying senior next to him has no good ending. Marcus Flint is at home this year I dropped out of school and sent abroad.
Siberia.
Remote can no longer be remote.
It is to prevent Marcus Flint from dying in revenge.
"It's not something directed at me. To be honest, if the thing you gave me was a curse and trap against me, I'm not as interested as I am now."
Ian followed Malfoy all the way to Slytherin's lounge. He was also familiar with this place. After all, he visited Aurora more than once when he came back.
"Open!"
Before Malfoy could speak the order.
Ian gave instructions directly to the door. Just when Malfoy was about to remind Ian that there was a command, a low "crunch" sounded around the originally quiet.
The door emerged.
The stone snake above rolls.
The door that should have refused to visit the uninvited guests opened without any warning. Behind the door, dim light shone out, and the unique lights of the Slytherin Lounge could be vaguely seen.
Since it's class time like now, there's no one in the lounge.
"????"
Malfoy was obviously stunned.
He looked at the little wizard beside him in a bit incredible way.
"How did you do it?"
Malfoy's tone was a bit unbelievable.
"The benefits of making more friends, Malfoy, don't make enemies for yourself every day." Ian generally doesn't tell unfamiliar people that he and Hogwarts are good friends.
Malfoy was a little surprised after hearing this, but he still thought about it.
"Stop talking nonsense, take me to get a diary." Ian didn't give Malfoy too much time to think, and took the lead in walking into the Slytherin Lounge.
He walked along the street stall into the dormitory area.
"Why are you more familiar with this place than me..." Malfoy found some terrifying thoughts, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, and hurriedly took Ian to his dormitory.
Open the door.
A rich smell of old leather and mysterious spices came to my face. The walls were hung with dark green velvet tapestries, embroidered with silver snake-shaped patterns, and glittered under the light. There were dark wood carved beds in the room, and the bed curtains were half-closed, revealing a hint of noble spirit.
Compared with other colleges.
The dormitory of this college looks much more luxurious, and most of them are decorated by students themselves. After all, many students in this college come from pure blood families that pay attention to pomp.
"Harry also lives in a luxurious suite."
Ian estimated the value of the decorations in this room. And Malfoy had already trotted to his bed and got into the bed. Most people might choose such a place to hide things.
A rustling sound came from the bottom of the bed.
"How many things are you hiding under the bed?" Ian wanted to bow to look curiously, but found that Malfoy's head, covered in dust, was directly drilled out.
"It's gone! That laptop is gone!"
His voice was trembling, filled with fear and disbelief.
"Huh?"
When Ian heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart. He subconsciously looked around, trying to find a clue from this dim and luxurious dormitory.
"No! How could this be the case!"
Malfoy came out from under the bed, his hair was messy, his face became more and more alarmed, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead, and his hands were trembling unconsciously.
"It's over. If he notices something wrong, he will definitely take revenge on me...and my parents!" Malfoy didn't know what the diary he got was.
But he knew very well who that diary was related to.
"The cunning rabbit has three holes. That guy may not have noticed your betrayal. Maybe he was planning to hide it. After all, I will probably come to you after you give me that crystal ball."
Ian made a judgment based on rationality.
"Betrayal!?"
Malfoy didn't listen to the other words, and his mind was filled with this word. His face was completely gone, and he looked like he was about to faint at any time.
"As long as the diary is still in Hogwarts, I can find it if I dig three feet into the ground." Ian was not panicked. At worst, he could use the God-Survey to all students in the school.
certainly.
Without any last resort, he would not do such morally detrimental things, and would only recommend Dumbledore to do them. After all, it is reasonable to be concerned about the students' ideological health issues as the principal.
"What should I do now?"
Malfoy's head was buzzing, and he could no longer calm down.
"Continue your normal life."
Ian took out a pendant and put it on Malfoy.
He promised never to cheat on things he had done.
"This thing can defend against three magic attacks, and can also let me lock your position after triggering the phantom moves to your side." Ian soothe Malfoy's mood.
"But that...that's the Dark Lord..."
Malfoy swallowed.
But I found that Ian's eyes were still calm and deep.
"That will also be able to guard against him three times. He can't hurt you, and I will definitely save you." The little wizard's tone was quite calm. He didn't believe that Voldemort's magic could surpass his magic.
"You..."
Malfoy was originally open, as if he wanted to say something, but at the moment when he had contacted Ian's eyes, the words he had swallowed back.
What a confident look that was.
"Okay."
Malfoy just nodded in the end.
His eyes swayed a little.
"Remember to notify me if you have any questions." Ian patted Malfoy on the shoulder and whistled. The black phoenix appeared out of thin air. After Ian grabbed it, he disappeared with Ian.
Gaze at the place where Ian disappeared.
After a long time.
"Dad maybe really... was wrong again."
He recalled the conversation he had just said.
It seems that I finally understood why people from other families are running around.
"When did your dad get along?"
suddenly.
A sneer came from behind.
Malfoy felt that the sky was getting cold.
He turned his neck hard.
See.
A slender figure appeared quietly behind him at some point.
Slightly transparent.
But it has a different color from the ghost, and is more realistic, but not so realistic. This is a tall and straight young boy in his teenage body.
A green robe made the boy look colder. He stood there quietly, his hands slightly folded in front of him, leaning against the long table with a calm expression.
"Who are you..."
Malfoy not only trembled his voice, but his body was also trembling. He already had extremely bad guesses in his mind, and the boy's response with a soft smile also verified his guess.
"You've been chatting with me every day during this period." The young Tom Riddle smiled very charmingly, but it could not hide the innate sharpness and cunning in his eyes.
"Puu~"
Malfoy collapsed on the ground.
His face was ashes.
A pair of hands hurriedly grabbed the pendant Ian was wearing on his neck.
"A great alchemy work."
The young Tom Riddle glanced at Malfoy's neck without any annoyance. Instead, he gave a pretty good judgment on Ian's work.
"That guy is right. Even Voldemort in his heyday will definitely fail three times on it." The young Tom Riddle even gave a thumbs up.
Seeing Malfoy's quite outspoken face.
The boy spoke in a light tone again.
"Let's relax, don't be afraid, don't tremble... You just betrayed Voldemort, we are all the same, who is not the one who betrayed Voldemort?"
"Actually, you may not believe it. We are definitely in the same camp now." The young Tom Riddle's expression was a bit emotional.
Maybe even he himself felt it was magical.
"But, you... aren't you..." Malfoy's voice was very difficult to speak every word. He was indeed not a fool. The chat with the diary last night had already made him discover some truth.
"You are quite smart."
Young Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows.
The expression remains the same.
"However, no one has ever stipulated that the past self cannot break with the future self, right?" The young Tom Riddle's mouth once again curled a smile that seemed to be there.
There was no warmth in that smile, but instead made people feel chilled, "Vodemort is a lunatic. He betrayed himself and us all to objects that cannot be sold."
"Who wants to become a slave with him? Draco, I'm just trying to save myself, just like you." I have to say that Voldemort, who is very smart, really knows how to get closer.
"We are not wrong. We are all for survival and to avoid falling into a bad end." He showed his extremely empathetic side with Malfoy.
I don't know how true or false it is.
"Prince is just a second-year student..." Malfoy gritted his teeth and expressed his doubts. He felt that the person he should seek help was Dumbledore.
Or go find Harry Potter who defeated Voldemort.
"You don't understand his strength."
The young Tom Riddle shook his head and saw what Malfoy was thinking, but he didn't think Malfoy's idea was the best choice.
"Dumbley has been in powerless for many years and is cruel and cold-blooded. If you ask for help from Dumbledore, you will only implicate your family. Of course, there is also me who Dumbledore wants to get rid of it."
The boy did not hide his situation.
He expressed his views on Dumbledore.
as well as.
Why did I ask Malfoy to give Ian a crystal ball?
"Only madman can deal with madman. Voldemort is a madman, so we must let a crazier madman deal with this madman who has completely lost all his reason."
Young Tom Riddle spoke with a firm tone.
His words deepened Malfoy's inner confusion.
"If I remember correctly, you have been sealed in my house for a long time. How could you know Senior Prince more than me?" Malfoy obviously had the courage to say this.
He didn't dare to get up from the ground and look at the young Tom Riddle.
"Of course it's because of the shadow of childhood, and this is what I have more advantage than Voldemort. He deleted his humiliation, and I still remember that afternoon."
Inside the empty dormitory.
Tom Riddle, in a sigh, said a response that made Malfoy confused and sounded inexplicable, but Malfoy did not dare to continue asking questions.
Without waiting for Malfoy to figure it out.
"Oh, by the way."
Young Tom Riddle slapped her face.
"Don't think about complaining. I may not have other abilities, but I still have the ability to die with you." His tone was still soft and light when he threatened people.
"Gu~"
Malfoy subconsciously grabbed the pendant on his neck in horror.
Perhaps only this guarantee given by Ian can give him a sense of security.
"This thing is amazing, but it can't stop me from burning my jade." Tom Riddle didn't care about Malfoy's behavior at all, and he snapped his fingers directly at Malfoy.
"Because I've been with you since last night. This pendant can stop others from hurting you, but it definitely can't stop you from wanting to hurt yourself."
Tom Riddle's voice was a bit banter.
His figure began to dissipate.
Malfoy only felt his vision become a little blurred - when his vision and thinking became clearer again, he found that he had arrived at the dormitory and toilet room at some point.
"Ah!!"
He looked down at his hand, and a knife stained with snake blood had pressed against his neck at some point, even leaving a faint trace on it.
It's like some kind of warning.
"I like to lie, but this time it's not."
In the mirror.
Another "Malfoy" spoke softly, smiling.
The sound did not fall into Malfoy's ears.
But it sounded directly in Malfoy's mind.
(This chapter ends)