Push the time back to two hours ago.
Hermione's seemingly whimsical plan miraculously came true for the most part: the trio successfully stunned Goyle and Crabbe, got their hair, and added it to the Polyjuice Potion, which allowed Harry and Ron to successfully transform. It became like the two of them.
But the fly in the ointment is that Hermione didn't get Millicent's hair - what she rubbed off Millicent's body in dueling class was actually a cat hair, so Hermione sadly turned into a cat-headed person. Weird look.
Out of shame, Hermione asked Ron and Harry to find Malfoy by themselves, while she hid in the bathroom stall and refused to see anyone.
The two met Malfoy, who was sick and almost turned into a vampire at the door of the Slytherin dungeon.
"Oh!" Harry, who had transformed into Goyle, opened his mouth, with a confused expression on his face like a baboon that had lost a banana.
Fortunately, Malfoy didn't say much - he had indeed changed a lot during this time, but his attitude towards his two followers remained the same.
"Let's go back." He walked ahead immediately, which made Harry and Ron very happy for a while.
However, they did not notice that the moment they turned around, a strange smile appeared on Malfoy's lips.
They walked up to a wall and Malfoy read the slogan: 'Purebloods'. The wall disappeared and a portal was quickly revealed.
The three of them walked into Slytherin's lounge, which is a long and narrow dungeon located underground in the castle. Part of the dungeon extends to the bottom of the lake. A green light shines through the windows, like a quiet underwater ship. Shipwreck.
Harry didn't expect things to go so smoothly - they actually entered the Slytherin common room, but what next? What should they do next?
Malfoy remained as reticent as he had been for the past few days. Harry wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.
His hands secretly tightened the hem of his robe, and he stared blankly out the window - he was very anxious, the polyjuice potion could only last for an hour, and he had to ask something from Malfoy before the time limit.
Suddenly, a thick shadow floated outside the dungeon window, and a huge squid swam to the window. It slapped the window with its long tentacles, and stared at Harry with a huge black eye, as if to remind him. What about him.
Just then, Malfoy spoke.
He still had that lazy, long-drawn, annoying tone, but for some reason, Harry felt inexplicably relieved when he heard his tone.
This at least proves that Malfoy still has some of his own personality and is not possessed by someone.
"The famous savior Potter - huh, it's so funny, this will soon be a thing of the past and become a ridiculous name on the tombstone!"
Ron was a little angry when he heard this, but Harry held him down. His eyes lit up and he followed Malfoy's words and asked:
"Really...how did you know? Harry Potter...is going to die?"
Harry tried his best to imitate Goyle's tone.
"Of course I know, no one knows these things better than me." Malfoy sneered:
"Not only him, but also that annoying little Mudblood, the stinky Weasley. They all have a short time to live. Hum, anyone who goes against Slytherin will not end well."
Even Ron realized something was wrong at this moment. Harry covered up his racing heart and asked calmly:
"Going against Slytherin? What's going on? Are you really..."
"you forgot?"
Malfoy raised his head and stared straight at Harry, a dark light suddenly showing in his eyes.
His face trembled slightly, and the expression on his face slowly changed. At this moment, Malfoy's whole temperament was completely different:
"As I said... Slytherin's enemies, as pure bloods, are willing to be humble and associate with filthy Muggles... This is an unforgivable depravity..."
"...How can magic, the wisdom that has been passed down for a long time, be tainted by people with unclean blood? It has been wrong for too long. It must be corrected as soon as possible..."
Malfoy changed his voice and whispered in an almost sleepy voice, which sounded particularly terrifying.
This frightened Harry and Ron. They suddenly felt that even with a warm fire, the dungeon at the bottom of the lake was so damp and cold, and strands of cold air kept creeping into their necks.
"Boss... don't scare us..."
Ron said in a trembling voice.
"Scare you? What did I say again?"
The next moment, Malfoy seemed to wake up from a dream, with a confused look on his face.
Harry frowned, something was wrong. Judging from Malfoy's words, it seemed that he had been in the same situation just once or twice.
"You...you said..."
Ron was about to speak, but was stopped by Harry calmly. At this moment, Harry's mind was spinning extremely fast, and he said in a slow and extremely cautious voice:
"You told us about the descendant of Slytherin, and he is going to attack the people in the castle again..."
"Oh, this..." Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to think this matter was worth covering up.
"Then let me tell you, it is indeed the case. Potter, Weasley and that smelly Mudblood, they are the targets of Slytherin's next attack..."
Harry and Ron looked at each other - finally, they asked. Even if Malfoy was not the descendant of Slytherin, he must have an extremely close connection with that person.
"So... I mean, what method does he plan to use? You know, the castle is now under martial law, there are roosters everywhere, and the basilisk no longer dares to come out..."
Harry tried to sound as stupid as possible to take away the abruptness of the question.
"Do you think this will be difficult?"
"I'm afraid that's the case," Harry said politely.
"ha!"
Malfoy still let out that contemptuous laughter that seemed to be sprayed from his nose, as if he was mocking their ignorance. For a time, Harry and Ron thought he was back to normal.
But the next moment, they realized something was wrong.
Malfoy only laughed half aloud, and the rest of his laughter seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
He seemed to be suffocated, his face suddenly turned red, and his body began to tremble violently: Harry and Ron realized that a remarkable change had occurred in him.
"Malfoy? Malfoy?" Harry called his name softly.
Malfoy didn't respond. His throat rolled and he let out a horrifying laugh.
This gave Harry and Ron goosebumps - they saw Malfoy's eyes.
His eyes were like deep pools with no bottom, and there was no trace of vitality in them, like the eyes of a dead person.
A smile appeared on Malfoy's face: "Goyle, you just asked me how to attack Harry and the others, right?"
His tone suddenly changed, he spoke slowly and slowly, with a vague feeling of intimacy, and his whole person suddenly became normal.
"Yes...yes." Harry replied bravely.
"Isn't this a simple thing?"
Malfoy's tone was kind and calm, but also conveyed an inexplicable sense of superiority. This reminded Ron of Percy, who always liked to play off this top student's tone.
"Dear Mr. Harry Potter and his friends are standing in front of me now!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder exploded in Harry's heart! He felt a chill creeping up his spine, and he was instantly frightened.
He looked up and saw Malfoy with a smile on his face.
His smile was as fake as a mask, and it looked particularly eerie under the green light outside the window.
