"Are you going there again today?"
"Yes, we still have to go, there are still some things that are missing... Where did we put them away yesterday?"
"……snort."
This was the conversation between Harry and Hermione for a long time afterwards. As for the last sentence of 'hum', it was undoubtedly Draco's speech.
The blond and black-haired ghosts shattered into floating light, and disappeared in the eyes of other students at Hogwarts. The girls were sad that they could no longer see such handsome ghosts, but it was a good thing that the petrification incident would no longer happen. News - at least that's what Salazar's portrait assured Harry.
And with the good news that Mandrake was about to mature, Neville felt a lot relieved. Harry secretly went to him to apologize and had a long conversation. The general meaning was that I know you and Draco don't get along, but he is really good at heart. Not bad... After that, I don’t know what Neville did. Anyway, in the end, Ron found Hermione and sincerely apologized to her.
According to Harry's observation, although Ron was still a bit embarrassed, his apology was still quite sincere - no matter what, it was always wrong to say that to a girl and make malicious assumptions about classmates. In fact, ron didn't really think that way, it was just that his words were much faster than his head, so he regretted it after doing it.
Oh, but he still insisted on one thought - Malfoy must have some big conspiracy, and he must have a purpose in getting close to Harry and Hermione.
There was no way, Malfoy and Weasley had been grudges for a long time, and it would probably be harder for them to have no conflicts than to kill the Dark Lord.
As for the culprit of the petrification incident, under the guidance of the portrait, Harry and the others found a basilisk that was about as thick as his finger. The basilisk hissed at Harry and slowly slid out of the pool. It looked exactly like the textbook—except for its body shape—and it apologized aggrievedly to Harry in the portrait's cold eyes.
"I was too hungry before," it said, "so I came out without remembering the salazar's instructions, hiss."
"He was so sleepy that his brain was unclear," Salazar said calmly, "As long as you make a contract with it, it will become your magic pet and will no longer listen to other people's words."
Draco was keenly aware of something: "Sir - you mean, it ran out after listening to other people's words before?"
He was more nervous about this than Harry and Hermione because he came from a family of Death Eaters - even though his parents didn't tell him so. He takes this matter more seriously than they do. The incident of the last flying lesson clearly told him how dangerous a dark wizard can be.
What about...'that person'?
His black shadow has shrouded Britain for many years. Although he died almost eleven years ago, everyone knows that only the descendants of Slytherin can speak snake language, and the last direct bloodline of him is undoubtedly the most well-known. That person', which is why he asked Harry not to expose himself.
This would make that idiot Harry a new object of fear.
Salazar just sneered, his expression gloomy enough to make him cry.
"He will never have the chance to harm any student again." He said indifferently. "He will never even have the chance to enter this school again."
Draco closed his mouth. His question had not been answered yet, but looking at the expression on this gentleman's face, it was clear that he would not learn more. By the way, his previous secret guess that the so-called basilisk came to cleanse the school's bloodline was shattered. But considering that Granger is a pure Muggle, it's okay if this guess is wrong... at least Draco doesn't want to see people like Longbottom and Weasley hanging around them every day.
And the legendary basilisk, which was the most dangerous and antique, hissed and circled around Harry's feet. Hermione screamed softly and took a few steps away with her eyes closed, while Draco was frightened and frightened. He looked at this basilisk with faint excitement - after all, this is the basilisk of the founder of Slytherin! Its danger represents its preciousness!
"The book says that as long as the contract is signed, the pet will obey the owner's orders in all aspects. You don't even need words. You can control it as long as you want," Hermione said, a little scared and curious, "Even snakes Is it okay to blame such a powerful creature?”
"Not all right," the portrait said, "If a contract is forcibly made with a magical creature, and one's own qualifications are not strong enough, the magical creature will easily break away, and the damage caused to a wizard by breaking away from the magical contract is incalculable. .”
"Then we'd better send it to the principal?" Harry said, "I'm afraid none of us have the ability to make a contract with the basilisk, sir."
"It's not a problem to worry about," the portrait said, "That's why I called it out." He pointed at Harry in the portrait, "You make a pact with it, the Potter boy."
Hermione had a 'that's how it should be' expression on her face, and Draco was of course envious and jealous, but...
Harry... harry is not happy to do this at all!
"I'm not a suitable candidate to raise it," Harry said with a grimace. "My family is full of non-wizards. Sir, I'm afraid a magical creature with such a high danger level is not suitable to live in my family."
And they have children at home! What if Nina—his precious little girl who loves all animals—sees the basilisk happily running over to say hello, but accidentally looks into its eyes?
The people who were petrified in the past few times were all 'petrified' by luck. Harry guessed that they probably didn't see the basilisk's eyes directly, but that was just a fluke - it is said that looking directly into the basilisk's eyes will kill people! If Nina had touched the basilisk with a kind heart of caring for small animals, but saw its eyes, Harry would have cried.
"Its eyes are not always capable of killing people," the portrait said. "That's why I want you to sign a contract - you can let it have that function, or you can let it not."
Harry thought, so magical creatures have smart shutdown systems?
"You're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of the worst case scenario, Your Excellency," Harry insisted, "I'm sorry, I... or I can't afford the eventuality right now."
He is only eleven years old and he is only in the first grade. How can he think that he has the ability to be responsible for a basilisk that has been at the highest level of danger for thousands of years? He can't, because he can't.
——So in the end, the basilisk stayed in the secret room obediently. The portrait promised to take good care of it, but he also believed that it was best for the boy to make a contract with it in his senior year, which was the safest approach.
…
"That's not fair." Draco muttered, "I'm obviously the only Slytherin among us."
"The Basilisk only obeys the Snake Whisperer!" Hermione said firmly, "You make a pact with it - let me tell you straight, it's probably a nightmare, Malfoy. Ah, that book should be placed here, Harry!"
Although the petrochemical incident was quietly solved unknown to everyone, there were obviously more problems in the aftermath. For example, the reason why they went to the secret room to organize their things on an afternoon without classes was one of the follow-up questions.
Q: After Salazar Slytherin ran away, where was everything he left behind at Hogwarts?
a: In the wall grid of the secret room. Just tap the frame of his portrait seven times to appear.
And this is what the portrait himself told them - although those things have been cast with protective spells, they are very old and will really break into dust if they are put down again, so Harry and others need to take out some after sorting them out. , it is best to take it out to dry in the sun regularly and apply a new protective layer. Of course, if anyone is interested, they can take it back directly as their own, which is a little compensation for the whole incident.
Harry shook his head at first: "Well, isn't this bad? This should belong to your descendants... these should be returned to them."
Draco really wanted to crack open his brain to see if he was broken - even the Squibs knew who the last descendant of His Excellency was!
He didn't know that Charles taught Harry this when he was reading stories to Harry since he was young - it's not right to look for other people's ancestors' treasures and take risks or even sacrifice your life for it. Other people's treasures should belong to other people's families, regardless of yourself Taking is an act of robbery. Wealth should be something earned by one's own hands. It is wrong to think about getting something for nothing all day long.
The portrait replied coldly: "I think I can give my things to whoever I want."
Draco quickly pulled Harry's arm, and the latter had no choice but to shut up and lower his head to continue cleaning the secret compartment in the wall, which contained the things that had been placed there thousands of years ago.
The secret compartment—not so much a secret compartment as a mechanism—is a huge expanded space. The original owner was obviously well prepared. Cowhide boxes half as tall as a man were neatly thrown in. Inside, when Harry poked his head in, he found with embarrassment that there was a long row of bookshelves above his head, and the books violated basic gravity and were hanging upside down on the shelves, just like Harry standing upside down. However, although it looked neat, when they opened the box, they found that there were still some things placed in a haphazard manner, and it was best to make a list of these things and count them one by one.
One of the paintings was treated specially - they found a magic potion, smeared it repeatedly, and then hung the painting next to His Excellency. They all knew who the blond man in the painting was. Don't even tell me.
But when will the painting start to move? no one knows.
When the ghosts disappeared, Harry dragged his friends back to the ground. They returned to Harry's personal reading room, each holding a cup of black tea. They were silent for a long time. Hermione's eyes were big and swollen from crying, and Draco, although not He said nothing else, but Harry knew he was feeling very uncomfortable. That day, Mrs. Malfoy sent handmade desserts as usual in the evening, but Draco couldn't eat any of them, and even snatched some of Harry's history books to read before going to bed. Harry secretly guessed that he might have noticed something, because he himself felt the same way.
Neither of those two people, nor the two ghosts, said they loved each other, but they who were watching clearly knew that he probably loved him.
gryffindor loves salazar slytherin. He loves him. The latter's departure was an everlasting pain in the former's heart, and even after thousands of years, his obsession still caused his ghost to wander around Hogwarts.
When leaving the secret room, Harry even wanted to ask what he thought of the portrait. Does your Excellency know about this? Does he know Lord Gryffindor's obsession? What do you think? Why did your Excellency put his coffin here?
But in the end he didn't ask. There are always many stories before a person dies alone in a secret room under the castle. Let’s not mention such secrets.
But Harry knew that it must be a very sad story.
…………
Later, following the instructions of the portrait, they worked together to pull out the hidden compartment like a drawer and tip it down, thus saving a lot of time in using the floating spell. The portrait implies that they try to use levitating spells as little as possible because the weight of the boxes is not something they can afford. Therefore, except for Harry occasionally quietly using his ability to levitate a few boxes, everything is done with as little magic as possible.
They had a clear division of labor before starting work - Harry was the best at magic and was responsible for moving some large items, Hermione was responsible for classifying small items, and Draco was responsible for evaluating and analyzing some antiques or ancient magic books. Classification, the final list was also completed by him. After everything was inventoried, they came back to think about what little things they needed to take back, such as precious, ancient, priceless books and parchments, as well as some protective magic supplies.
However, although there was property in those boxes, since it was considered property, none of the three of them touched those things - to be honest, none of them were short of money. However, Draco still secretly prayed in his heart that 'that person' did not leave any children, otherwise the two people next to him might be too stupid to give away these belongings to others.
The Malfoy family is not short of money, but no Malfoy can tolerate such harming things happening under his own eyes.
"These can be used to donate to hogwarts," he later came up with an idea that he thought was brilliant. "If - I mean if, there is a chance in the future, we can use my dad's channels to use these For repairing hogwarts.”
This idea was first strongly supported by Hermione.
"What a great idea! It's rare to get a good idea from you - well, I mean, this is the most correct way to use this property!"
Harry, on the other hand, after hearing Draco's proud voice, sat in the corner and laughed for a long time. "That's a good idea. I got it from you, Draco." He finally praised it.
The blond boy snorted, which seemed like nothing, but Harry heard that he was so proud that he wanted to dance.
Actually, Draco is quite cute like this. Harry thought while holding back a smile, and floated a book over.
However, what Harry didn't know now was that just when he thought his life was becoming peaceful, his family was experiencing a small upheaval.
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"Wanda! Do you like milk or black tea?"
Carrying a tray to his sister's room door, Peter knocked on the door with his foot and pressed his ear against the door. There was no sound inside, so he had no choice but to step in from the next room, Harry's room, thanks to the enlarged balcony handrail!
Wanda sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, her head lowered, looking at the bright red color on her nails, and her whole person had a uniquely silent atmosphere.
"Oh... I want to say that I brought both." Peter's expression, which was still lively just now, seemed to have lost its power when he saw her. He was undoubtedly happy when he saw her, but it was obvious that she was unhappy, so Peter suppressed his happy emotions and pretended that he was neither happy nor unhappy.
"Thank you." Wanda whispered, "Did you sleep well last night?"
not good. Peter thought.
But he heard himself say:
"very good."
…………
Last night was not a peaceful night, nor had it been since early evening.
At first, everything went as Peter expected. Wanda unexpectedly remembered him and remembered that she had a younger brother. It was strange, but it was not strange at all when it happened to Wanda.
"I always feel that I was not born alone. I also have some very strange dreams. I have been like this since I was a child. I dream that I live in another place and I am not me." Wanda said very slowly, but When she said this, she was reaching out her hand and gently trying to touch Peter's cheek, with a beautiful red flashing in her eyes, "...but my deceased parents told me for a long time, I have no brothers or sisters, not even one. When I grew up and couldn't be persuaded anymore, they told me that I had a twin brother." She paused here, a little wary and confused, "But They said he died when I was born. There was a medical accident and the doctors could only save one person, so they chose the older and healthier sister, me."
Nonsense! ! !
——This is Peter's reaction when he heard these words. Of course, anyone who hears someone stamping him with a premature death stamp in advance when his parents are living well and he is also living well will be angry, but of course he is not angry at Wanda.
"That...that's wrong." Peter hurriedly searched his pockets and took out his mother's photo to show her, "You were deceived and robbed when you were very young. , this is what my mother told me! Look, this is our mother, she has gone to work and hasn’t come home yet, and then we have a father..."
Wanda took the photo, the expression on her face was neither shock nor joy. She looked at the photo and the woman who looked similar to herself in the photo. She lowered her head and said nothing for a long time, as if she was thinking and digesting the matter.
"Um... I'm sorry to tell you this." Peter looked at her like this and felt a little uneasy, "Maybe this makes you sad and angry, but you have to know that I just-" He paused sharply and then said, "——I just want you to know that you still have your parents and me."
"...I had such a guess before." Wanda said slowly, "But, I didn't find any evidence. Now I know." She seemed to be in a calm mood. She looked up at the door number and reached out to touch her ear. A stray curl was tucked behind her ear, "This is your home, Peter?"
"This is [our home]," Eter said, "and, yes, yes, yes, my mother and I have always lived here, and this is our home." "
"You and you... you and your mother?" Wanda had some doubts, "Where is your father?"
"Forehead……"
This is not an easy question to answer. Considering that his father was an anti-human and anti-social criminal, Peter doesn't know if it is a good idea to tell Wanda the truth.
"...He has passed away?" Wanda said when she saw Peter was silent and did not answer.
"Oh no, no, no... he is healthier than anyone else. This is just, he is just, this is just... ahem," Peter felt that he was terribly embarrassed now. How should he explain it? How should he say this to make Wanda feel Feeling good, "They're just not... not together anymore?"
"You mean they are divorced?" Wanda looked even more confused.
"They...actually, our mother heroically dumped our father," Peter said, "She...didn't love him anymore and didn't want to be with him, so they broke up, and then my mother Found out she was pregnant with me by accident... I mean both of us.”
"...Are they mutants?"
"Our dad is. Mom is not." Peter whispered, "Look, we have been outside for so long, why don't we come in? This is our home, Wanda, do you prefer hot cocoa or juice? I still have Drink, but you can’t tell mom——”
Wanda's hands touched Peter's cheek. She watched him smile, held his face, and watched him speak. She tried hard to appear happy, but Peter looked into her eyes and knew that she was definitely not happy at the moment.
"Listen, Peter?" Wanda whispered, her voice so loud that Peter wanted to record it, "I can't stay here—I can't go in."
"Of course you can." He whispered back to her, quickly and firmly, and put his hand around her waist. "Of course you have to stay." He said in disbelief.
"I don't care how I disappeared from home back then, whether it was robbery or theft, that's not what I care about now." Wanda said, "But I did have a pair of parents, normal, ordinary parents, they are not me My biological parents are my family." She rested her head on Peter's neck. From a distance, it looked like a girl acting coquettishly to her boyfriend, but her tone was cold and cruel, "I will never forget the moment I lost my family. I will never forget that my family died in a war, and I want to avenge them. I have to go back and sneak into Avengers Tower or Stark's private residence again-"
"Are you crazy?! We finally got out of there—"
"Listen to me!" Wanda raised a finger and asked Peter to stop, "Peter, this is the reason, I have lost a family, I can't lose another one. As long as I step into this home, I will give it to you. Mother and you bring trouble.”
"What 'your mother' are you talking about? That's our mother! The two of us! Thank God, we are twin siblings!" Peter spoke at a terrifyingly fast speed, and he grabbed hold of him anxiously and angrily. Wanda's wrist, "My mother and I are missing you. My mother still doesn't know that you are still alive. Do you want me to tell her 'Hey mother, I found Wanda and then let her go to jail to find a seat'? She It’s going to kill me, and I won’t let you do that!”
"I'm very happy that I have another brother today," she said softly, "You have to believe me, I believed you the moment you told me that you were my brother - because we are twins, no matter what When we can find each other and believe in each other, you have to believe that I believe every word you say without hesitation. You have to believe that I will always remember that you are my brother, Peter, but mother—— You don't need to tell her about me, she won't want to know that her daughter is a murderer and a freak."
"They won't find you," Peter found himself trembling when he said these words, "I will protect you - I run very fast - they won't find you, as long as you don't stop Go there and stop thinking about killing." There was even a hint of pleading in his voice, "You are not a freak, please, Wanda, listen to me, let's go home!"
"They will find this place - you don't even know how advanced their equipment and data storage are." Wanda was much calmer than him, "I must kill Tony Stark, and you, Peter, I will say that you were What I control, that’s why you came to my rescue.”
Peter then belatedly remembered that he didn't wear a mask or anything. As long as the video is retrieved, it is easy to find out who he is.
"That's not a problem!" Peter still refused to give up, "Follow me, Wanda! Listen, I know there is a place where the police can't enter and won't go there - but you can't do it anymore There, we can no longer care who Tony Stark is."
Wanda could only shake her head at his proposal, ruthlessly and unshakably rejecting it.
"I lost my family because of him!!" Her voice became much louder, "I want him to lose his life, the life of the person he cherishes, and let him know such pain!"
"Then you will make me suffer the same pain and make me lose my family!!!" Peter faced her face to face, his voice was only high but not low, "Wanda, you can't do this!!"
Miraculously, Wanda was choked by him at this moment and was speechless. Because what he said was indeed correct, he had already seen her and they had recognized each other, but if she went for revenge, he would inevitably suffer the same pain as her.
An idea came to her mind - maybe she could make him forget about her.
But as soon as this thought appeared, pain swept over all her senses - how could she let Peter, her twin brother, forget about her? He is the person in the world who is most similar to Wanda, the closest, and loves her most. He is the little brother Wanda thought about day and night when she was a child. If it were another time, Wanda would definitely be so happy that she shed tears. He loves Wanda so much. She loved him from the first sight, and she loved him so much, not for anything else, just because she was his sister and he was her brother.
Twins may indeed be the most magical and unexplainable existence in the world, but in less than an hour, she and he seemed to have grown up together, unwilling to let each other be harmed in any way.
"I have no other way to go." Wanda tried hard to strengthen herself again, "They will find me, and I will bring trouble to my mother."
"Let's go to the professor's residence," Peter said. "It's been enchanted. No one can find us!"
"...Professor? What you mean?"
Peter felt embarrassed again at this moment.
"...Well, he, his name is Charles, he is our dad's cough cough cough... cough cough, Wanda, do you mind if our dad marries a man? A very good kind of man?"
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So, while the signal is good, quickly open up the traffic and post an update. Come on, I'm going to draw...
