Hermione held the schoolbag in her hand like she was carrying a baby, lowered her head and ran as fast as she could to the meeting place with them. At that time, Draco was arguing with Harry about whether to go back or not.
"He - who knows if he is real," Draco said with a trace of doubt and fear in his heart, no matter whether he was really a respectable gentleman, a person who unknowingly cast a spell on himself, no, it was The portrait was suspicious no matter how you thought about it. He simply gritted his teeth and said, "If you ask me, you should just stop going and go directly to Professor Sanpe - who knows whether he is saving you or doing something in your mind... …What is that? Is that granger?”
Harry responded with a hum, but half-way through, he turned around to look - the girl with shaggy hair running over from a distance was indeed Hermione, but what was wrong with her running-for-life attitude?
"Come on!" Hermione shouted as soon as she saw them, "There are people - Ron and them are behind, we have to get rid of them, hurry up, Harry!"
As she said this, she actually threw a barrier spell behind her. She heard an ouch and the sound of someone falling to the ground. Harry heard a voice that sounded like Ron's. But this was not enough, because there were two people who came over, one tripped and another one fell.
Neville pointed his wand at them (mainly Draco) with an aura he would never have had before: "Everyone is petrified!"
Harry moved aside with Draco, who snorted and threw away his hand, shaking his wand fiercely: "That's all you have, right? Everything is petrified!"
Ron also got up at this time: "Neville!!" He hurried over, trying to undo the spell but kept chanting the wrong one. After stamping his feet anxiously, he said to Hermione: "Help him, Hermione!!"
Hermione said loudly: "Of course - as long as you stop stalking us or chasing us! I don't understand where your 'thinking' comes from!"
Ron's face turned red: "I - who told you not to say anything?"
"That's because we don't have any!! I told you we're just going to find a place to learn how to brew potions!" Hermione quickly pointed at Ron, "Everything is petrified!!"
Although they were both gryffindors, Hermione's accuracy was not like Neville's. She hit the target with one hit.
"It will be solved in a while, don't worry." Harry thought about it, but before he could figure it out, he still followed Hermione's instructions. Although it looked suspicious, he couldn't think of any good solution for a while, so he added them He cast a warming charm, "I'm sorry, but guys - I have to respect the lady's opinion."
After saying that, he grabbed Draco, who was still trying to cast a curse, and said to Hermione, "Let's go."
After that, they walked out of the corridor. When they reached the soaking point, they turned a corner and Harry deliberately said loudly: "What did we just talk about - are you sure you pressed the beans with the back of the knife? The book says it's better to cut them."
Draco said angrily: "Why, you still think you can do better than Professor Snape from books? You nerd!"
As soon as they exited that level, Hermione urged Harry: "Come on - we have to go quickly, everyone will be back from the stadium soon."
Harry had no choice but to grab Draco's hand. Regardless of his blushing face, the three of them took a deep breath, sank down without saying a word, and then moved to the secret room in the direction in memory. The whole process lasted about It took forty seconds before he fell onto the path leading to the secret room, and it took almost ten seconds to catch his breath.
"How did you provoke those annoying guys?" Draco couldn't help but get angry at the girl who was traveling with him, "How did they follow you here!"
"How did I know that Ron had to come with me!" Hermione was even more angry than him. Her eyes were slightly red, and she squatted on the ground and gasped, "I - as soon as I got back, he asked me if I was going somewhere with you again. , and asked me what evil plans you had, saying that I was probably going to become evil together with those slytherins. I couldn't help but reply to him a few words, and then! He questioned me! Don't look at me like that—— He was asking me if you were the mastermind of those petrification incidents."
Harry was taking out a water bottle from his backpack to drink some water, and almost spat out his mouth when he heard these words.
"What?!" He thought he heard a joke and his eyes widened, "ron thought Draco did those things?"
How many unknown special skills or magics Draco has in his hands? Others don't know, but Harry knows it very well - not to mention Draco and him are together every day, Sirius, a pure-blooded traitor, can take advantage of him in half an hour. The details of the Malfoy family are revealed.
According to him, his nephew was spoiled by his cousin. Although he was pretty good-natured, his magic was not as good as theirs back then, so there was no need to worry. Having said that, if the Malfoy family really had that kind of magic, probably the first thing Sirius would do after he was released from prison would be to protest the friendship between his godson and his nephew, something very serious.
"That's what he thinks. What can I do?! Tell him that the magic power of first-year students has not yet fully developed!" Hermione was obviously in a bad mood after being said a few very unpleasant words. She collapsed and said, "Why should he question me?"
"Are you a fool?!" Draco almost made a hole in her body, "Weasley's grades are a fraction of yours? He is just a poor guy, poor, ugly and idiot, and you actually listen to his nonsense? !!!" After saying that, he looked at Harry suspiciously, "Does that poor guy have a phobia of being persecuted?!"
harry:………………
"He said, no, it's not Ron, it's other students. They chatted some gossip first," Hermione sniffed, "and then they guessed that the Malfoy family has always regarded the Neville family as a thorn in their side, and they have a bad relationship. Neville's uncle is in magic." They have a higher status than Mr. Malfoy...so they took this opportunity to cause trouble..."
To be honest, it sounds quite reasonable, provided that the suspect is not Draco and the attacking monster is unknown - Harry knows that some nobles will do anything to defeat their enemies, but Draco? He didn't dare and couldn't do it.
"Fart!" Draco couldn't help but swear after hearing the call, "If this was done by our family, my first target would be that damn Longbottom! Without him, his uncle will have to go back to Germany!" After saying that, he rushed out a bunch of revelations, "My father said that he studied black magic when he was young, so he was kicked out of Durmstrang from Hogwarts (Durmstrang! He has a bunch of records there! He was accused of attacking his own My brother was kicked out of the house by his mother. If there weren't a bunch of idiots in their family, and one of them was lying in St. Mungo's with only one breath left, and he bribed officials from the Ministry of Magic, it would never have been his turn to take care of the Longbottom family!"
It sounds like Neville is quite pitiful. Harry thought to himself.
"Let's not talk about that for now," Hermione stood up and hurriedly unzipped the bag she was carrying on her chest, "Look at this."
She reached into her bag and fished out a black wizard's hat - a tall, gray hat with a weathered face made of wrinkles. It was indeed the Sorting Hat. .
Draco immediately pinched his nose and jumped away, and asked in a sullen voice: "Sorting Hat?! Did you really get it? Where did you get it! This thing is usually in the principal's office, you can't get it!"
"This is what I want to tell you in a hurry. This is what he gave - oh, you can't come out yet!" Hermione was just halfway through speaking when something suddenly came out of the hat, startling them all. "We It’s agreed!!!”
The golden ghost didn't listen to her words, and turned around and floated towards the secret room as if it had eyes on the back of its head.
"Where is he?"
His voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and seemed to be whispering in someone's ear.
"Where is he? Where is he? Where is he!" The voice became more and more urgent, as if a person who was about to die was praying for a handful of life-saving water from a passing traveler. "Where is he? Salazar!"
He broke into the secret room that Harry and the others discovered, and stopped at the door, but all he could see was darkness. The place was empty and dirty, and every breath of air was smelly. No one wanted to break in there. If Harry and the others hadn't stepped in there before, they would have thought that the ghost had found the wrong place.
The ghost just floated there, standing blankly, as if he was not a ghost but a person, and his soul had been drained out long ago, leaving only an empty shell there.
"I brought you my sword and my hat," he murmured softly, not knowing who he was speaking to, "but I couldn't find you."
"What does he mean?" Draco said mockingly and in shock, "Does this guy think he is a gryffindor? How dare he call that lord's name? What do you mean by his sword and his hat!" He asked Hermione, " You're not going to tell me he gave me the hat, are you? It's daytime now, granger!"
Hermione asked him: "Why can't it be? Think about it, Malfoy! You have already met Salazar Slytherin (Salazar Slytherin), why can't you meet Gryffindor (Godric Gryffindor! That Lord What does he want us to do? He wants us to destroy them with swords! He gave me the hat! I met him just now, and he asked me if I could help him find Salazar, so I - I tried to ask him for the hat, and he Give me the hat! What your Excellency said must be referring to the pair of colored ghosts!"
"You must be kidding," Draco said steadily, his face pale, "Let's use a sword--perhaps Gryffindor's famous old antique--to destroy the ghosts of Gryffindor and the founder of Slytherin. If I don't understand I'm wrong about your ridiculous guess."
"This is not a ridiculous conjecture!" Hermione said, "You heard it too, who is he looking for? He is looking for Salazar! He is in color, and the ghost of His Excellency is also in color, and their clothes are also in the style of the same era. , that Lord was missing until his death, so what will the people who stayed do? Lord Gryffindor must have been looking for him!"
The most reasonable and boldest guess, Harry thought, but it seemed incredible when he thought about it.
This plot sounds like Kitty's, sad and full of contradictions, dramatic yet so easy to happen.
"What is it that fills your head with such dramatic things?" Draco was already somewhat convinced, because in fact it seemed to be true, but all his common sense told him that it was impossible. Harry on the side looked at his trembling arms with pity, "They are sworn enemies! They have been at odds for so long. Let me tell you, Slytherin running away is just in line with Gryffindor's wishes!"
However, the next second he was thrown to the ground by Harry, and the sharp blade-like wind flew over his head, almost causing the entire passage to collapse.
"Careful!" Hermione warned loudly, "Harry, get out of there!"
Harry immediately grabbed Draco's collar and ran away, while the man who attacked them was looking at them with a look more terrifying than any wizard they had ever seen. And it was his finger that was pointing at them, not the wand.
"This is impossible! Ghosts can't use magic!" Draco screamed.
"Shut up." Harry has always been more considerate than them. How could he not guess why the ghost was angry? Seeing what Draco was going to say, he couldn't help but hit him on the back of the head, grabbed him and said, " Draco, you should really change your habit of talking nonsense."
If Draco unfortunately dies one day, it will definitely be because of his unrepentant mouth!
"If he is really a gryffindor, but he became like this," Harry said, "Draco, we all know why ghosts linger in one place - obsession. What if his obsession is to 'find Salazar'?"
Hermione said angrily: "If so, then Malfoy is just rubbing salt into his wounds!"
Draco knew he was in the wrong, muttered something, and closed his mouth obediently.
Harry tightened his grip on him, silently chanting "One success after another, success after success", he disappeared with a snap, and the next second he appeared behind the ghost, that is, in the secret room.
"...Wow." He was a little reassured, a little confused, and a little clear in his heart, "Why...what we see here and what we see outside are different?"
The round platform is still there. The pool, the steps, and the coffin are still there, and the picture frame hangs quietly on the wall, as beautiful and peaceful as any ordinary painting.
"Hey." Harry said to the ghost, "Why don't you stand in the middle and take a look?"
The angry ghost was stunned when he heard the sound, and Harry took the opportunity to wave to the girl who was alone outside the door. Hermione took this opportunity to bend down and trot in, holding the Sorting Hat in her arms to join them. Harry grabbed one in each hand and disappeared with a snap. , appeared again on the round platform, in front of the coffin.
"It only takes one step," Harry shouted to the ghost, "Why don't you come in and take a look! It only takes one step!"
The ghost's blue eyes - no, it was only now, under the illumination of some lights, that Harry discovered that they were not pure blue. It was a kind of blue-green, a blue with green tints, just like the shallowest and most beautiful blue ocean. Because of the different composition of the substances in the sea, it glowed with a beautiful green color - he blinked, and it was clearly reflected in his eyes. He seemed unaware of the orange firelight.
"He's not here," he said, his voice sounding as sad as if he'd swallowed all the salty tears. "He's not here. He won't be here."
At this time, even someone who couldn't read Draco's face would realize something was wrong. The ghost made more of a plea than a statement. He insisted that His Excellency was not here, he convinced himself that His Excellency was not here, as if being more insistent would have helped.
"Has he been here?" Draco said tremblingly.
"You won't find him if you don't come in." Harry said, his voice calm, "Come on, I think he is waiting for you too - are you willing to let him wait for so long?"
I don't know which words touched the ghost, and he finally took a step forward - his body was finally completely inside the secret room. If someone looks closely, he will find that at this moment he can finally see, and those things are finally reflected in his eyes - the firelight, the pool, the round platform and the portrait.
And when he slowly drifted in and saw the coffin, he trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning. The speed of his approach accelerated, making Draco feel like he was facing an enemy. He thought that this ghost was going to attack him. Founder The body did something destructive and blocked the coffin.
"What are you going to do?!"
Draco asked warily, and the ghost was rude to him.
"Get away." He said coldly and fragilely, and a gust of wind swept the boy off the circular platform instead of him. If Harry hadn't made a quick move to stop him and then picked him up with Hermione, he would have fallen violently.
The ghost knelt beside the coffin.
He no longer has warmth, no longer has complete legs, his voice is hazy, and his whole body glows with a soft pearl color. He is no longer a complete human being, and ghosts like him can't even hold anything. Something, but he still squeezed out a slight pained sob from his throat and called the name of the person sleeping in the coffin.
"...sala."
He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man's cheek, but as if he was afraid of waking the sleeper, he paused midway and wanted to hold the man's hand instead.
sand……
The slightest rustle appeared at that moment, and then everything ceased to exist. The body and fabrics that had been sleeping for many years could not withstand even the slightest touch. Except for the necklace on his chest, which was still shining brightly, everything turned into dust and gray smoke in a tenth of a second, even the clothes underneath him. The flowers withered together, just like the remaining handful of dust, losing their beauty and vitality.
It was just a moment, it was just a word, but everything changed after it. The beauty that shocked Harry and the others was gone in the blink of an eye.
The blond ghost wanted to reach out and grab the decomposed and flying dust, but couldn't grab anything. He didn't know when the tears left his eyes. They were as pearly as his own, and dissipated in the air after falling. There was such a sad expression on his face, as if not even a flower in the world, with any hope at all, no longer existed and had been destroyed.
"...I would rather die." He held up the necklace and placed it next to his cheek, his tears shining on the gems, and the broken voice squeezed out from deep in his heart, "I would rather run away. Me. I'd rather it's me who sleeps here - they don't know how good you are, they don't know that I love you, they don't know that you don't need to deal with me at all, I would rather cut off my own head and hold it in your mouth Bian, if that can bring you back..."
He could say no more words. There was an aura of despair surrounding him, and that despair made Harry dare not take a step closer. His emotional perception is much sharper than others, and he is afraid that if he takes another step closer, he will sink into the ocean of sadness and despair with the ghost.
The ghost just knelt there motionless, his figure so thin that it made people feel sad just looking at it.
"Salazar. Sala, sal..." The ghost rolled the name on his lips, and his eyes lost focus, "salazar..."
"...Merlin's beard." Draco was completely stunned, and he murmured, "He, he..."
Behind them, the portrait moved its lips quietly, and a small sound was spit out at a volume that only the children could hear.
"Destroy him." The portrait's expression was extremely cold, "Destroy them. The sword is in the Sorting Hat, □□, kill him."
"...I can't do it..." Draco didn't know who he was talking to at all. He just shook his head instinctively and said, his face as pale as a ghost, as if someone had just beaten him up, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. As for the fact that he couldn't remember who this was, "I can't do it at all...he, him," he looked for adjectives for a long time, and finally could only say, "...you can't kill him. He is..." For Cry your death.
"He is dead." The portrait did not waver at all, but Draco remained silent and motionless. Hermione had already covered her mouth with red eyes and shook her head, so the portrait had no choice but to look at Harry.
"...I have determined to be a doctor - doctors only save people, not kill, Your Excellency." Harry didn't want to do anything, and the eyes in the portrait were too hot, so he had to say dryly.
The portrait sighed. And his own ghost quietly appeared beside them, grabbed the hat from Hermione's feet that was completely without the noise of the sorting ceremony, and shook it.
A silver long sword fell to the ground, and the red gemstones on the hilt were flowing with golden light. The black-haired ghost just moved his fingers, and the sword slowly floated up, and the blade was pointed at the blond ghost.
"Oh, no." Hermione couldn't help but say.
Her words had no effect at all. Because the black-haired ghost walked behind the blond-haired ghost and slashed his neck with the sword. The latter seemed to feel it and turned his head. His eyes that were originally broken happened to meet the cold light of the sword. With the ghost's expressionless face.
"Salazar?" He ignored the sword and slashed at him, "...salazar!"
He jumped up, and this time his arms no longer hesitated, hugging the black-haired ghost's neck tightly, a smile showing a little from the corners of his mouth. The latter was a little confused, but still hugged him back, but He hesitated at the last moment, and immediately reached out to push him away, causing the sword to stop in the air.
"Don't," the blond man choked, "don't push me away. Please, please, don't push me away again. That's it, just that."
The black-haired ghost did not reject him in the end.
The silver sword blade fell down, with a buzzing sound, shattering them together the moment it came into contact with their heads.
——The two people hugging each other instantly turned into thousands of lights, like fireflies spreading out, and little floating lights dissipated in the air.
The author has something to say: There will be some ggss scenes in the next chapter... I don’t know if it’s a candy or a knife scene.
The sun came out in Wuhan today, thank God...but tomorrow I have to go to Optics Valley for a location class! Exterior scene! ! ! day! ! I am obviously a design major!
After watching the movie "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", I leaned on the wall of ggad and refused to go down - I couldn't just climb the wall like this! ! !
While watching a movie, I saw an old European jealous king being jealous and laughing with the strange girl next to him until he couldn't stand up... As for the dark alley group? My classmate reminded me that Guy had an affair before. I didn’t believe it before, but when I saw it...
——Someone is coming! ! Old Deng, your man is cheating on you! ! ! ! !
There was a joke on Weibo that made me laugh to death, saying that if he had known this, Uncle Bald should have gone to Nurmengard to file a complaint and state how much Old Deng loved Harry... Fortunately, he didn't understand love, otherwise Harry is definitely a dog leash, thanks to the bald uncle who doesn’t understand love (wait a minute)
The male protagonist is really super cute! The warmest man in the world! I want to marry him! ! ! And I think he and the Silent Boy Credence actually match well...
The Cha Cha family will continue to appear in the next chapter.
