In any case, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's suggestion and talk to Amosta Blaine. Otherwise, he might not have to wait until the monster in the Chamber of Secrets turned someone into a lump of stone again. Driving him crazy with strange looks and terrible rumors.
He returned to the dormitory, changed into clean clothes, and desperately smoothed his hair down in front of the mirror, because it would make him look less rebellious.
"Your efforts are in vain, my dear!" the mirror inlaid with golden patterns in the dormitory said in a breathy voice.
"Thank you for the reminder!" Harry responded with an annoyed expression.
Harry deliberately went to Mr. Blaine's office in time for dinner, because that way, he wouldn't have to face too many gloating looks on the road. However, when he went down to the third floor, he accidentally bumped into the castle administrator Argo. S Filch.
Filch seemed to have just cried a lot, his big and scary eyes were red, and the snot hanging under his ugly nose had already been dragged to his double chin. When he found Harry, he immediately restrained himself. Instead of showing that embarrassed expression, he stared at him viciously like a wounded hyena.
"Someone will get what he deserves, Potter, and it won't be long!"
"What do you mean, Mr. Filch..."
Harry's voice was weak, as if someone was holding his throat. He desperately wanted to figure out what Filch meant, but unfortunately, Filch stared at him and sneered a series of times before leaving.
Filch went to report him, there was no doubt about it.
Harry couldn't deceive himself that this was not the case. His heart was beating fast and he wanted to leave immediately because he was afraid that the investigator had accepted Filch's identification and he had gone to his office. The act is to cast oneself into a trap.
But in the end, he knocked on the door of Blaine's office, because the other person was a ruthless person who could fight Dumbledore in the fifth grade. If he made up his mind to send himself to prison, there would be no one except Principal Dumbledore. , Harry couldn't think of anyone who had the ability to save himself.
After receiving permission to enter, the door to the office opened by itself. Harry stood at the door, looking around the room fearfully, fearing that a rope would fly over and tie him up in the next second.
Except for Principal Dumbledore's distinctive circular office, Mr. Brain's office is the largest one Harry has ever seen. Of course, there is nothing surprising about this, because it itself is converted from a classroom. of.
The fireplace in the wall next to the window makes the room warm. The innermost side is equipped with a desk, bookshelf and a simple bed. There is some weird smell in the air, as if Mr. Blaine is sleeping in the room. Over the potion.
The most interesting thing in the room was the wall on the right side of the door. The entire wall was covered by a huge black curtain. A faint flicker of light could be seen behind the curtain. For some reason, Harry suddenly thought of the Muggle world. movie theater, and although the Dursleys never took him with them when they went to the movies, Harry had seen him a few times on TV.
"So, are you going to stand there and talk to me, Mr. Potter?" Amosta smiled gently behind the desk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine." Harry quickly closed the door and walked in, not forgetting to explain vaguely as he approached the desk, "I'm just curious about that wall..."
"Understandable." Amosta said with a smile. He asked Harry to sit down, and then walked to the fireplace to make tea.
"I don't have any good drinks to serve you here. If you don't mind, please have some tea, Mr. Potter--"
When Amosta walked back with tea, Harry's attention was attracted by the frame on Mr. Brain's table. The picture showed a very old man taking a photo with Mr. Brain. , that old man had nothing to say, he was probably an elder who was close to Mr. Blaine.
To Harry's surprise, Mr. Blaine, who was about Percy's age, looked slightly off in the photo.
"Thanks."
When Harry took the hot tea in panic, he quickly glanced at Mr. Blaine's slightly haggard face, and then he understood why he felt something was wrong.
Because in the photo, Mr. Blaine, who was a student, had brown eyes similar to Hermione's, but the investigator standing in front of him had strange lavender eyes.
Is it the effect of magic? Harry guessed in a daze, but then he woke up. Now was not the time to think about this.
"Wondering why my eyes are not the right color?"
Amosta leaned back in his chair while holding tea. The hazy mist made his expression a little blurry, but judging from his tone, it was not the kind of question mixed with anger after being offended.
"Yes...oh, no!" Harry said in embarrassment.
The uneasy little wizard sitting opposite made Amosta laugh. No matter how famous Harry Potter is or how brilliant his future is, at least for now, the childishness and youthfulness he shows are still there. It didn't break away from Amosta's understanding of a second-year wizard.
"You must have met Mr. Filch just now, right?" Amosta sipped the bitter tea with a gentle voice.
When Mr. Blaine began to speak, Harry suddenly recalled the unexpected encounter he had with Ron and Hagrid near Professor McGonagall's office during the Christmas holidays, and Ron's evaluation of Mr. Blaine afterwards. It was very much like Principal Dumbledore. Harry didn't feel it too deeply at the time, but now, he has some recognition of Ron's views.
Unlike Professor Snape or Professor McGonagall, who carry a stern aura wherever they go, what makes Mr. Brain fearful is precisely his tolerant and gentle temperament, which is brought about by a natural self-confidence. It's so highly suppressed that you can't even think of resisting.
"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I saw Filch... He looked... as if he had just cried a lot." Harry nodded hesitantly.
"What do you think it is for, Mr. Potter?"
Amosta blew the floating leaves off the surface of the tea and asked with interest.
Harry's eyes wandered at the collar of Amosta's old wizard robe, but he did not speak, because this question did not require an answer.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost exaggerated, Amosta was no longer prepared to scare Harry. He put down the tea cup and prepared to go straight in. However, Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly plucked up the courage and used his shining tenacity. Her emerald eyes looked directly into Amosta's eyes,
"Mr. Brain, do you also think that I am... the descendant of Slytherin? Do you think that I opened the Chamber of Secrets?"
ps: The nucleic acid result is abnormal, and I have to do a single-tube test again, which is very annoying.
