Chapter 60

"What's the matter, Ron?"

Harry saw that his good friend seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth several times without making a sound. He couldn't help asking.

"Well, actually I was --" Ron tangled, but he couldn't say anything halfway through.

To tell the truth, Ron is a boy who pays more attention to friendship, and Marca is indeed a close friend who doesn't talk much but is worth making.

After all, it's really enough to copy his homework! He didn't want to doubt Maka at all.

Although he did see Maka leaving at the corner that day. It's just a moment, but Maka's robe, which always hides a lot of things, is so familiar that he can never admit it wrong.

"... no, nothing. I just think they can believe everything! They doubt you, Harry." Ron paused, turning his dull tone.

As the crowd thinned out, they were able to climb the stairs without difficulty.

"Do you really think there's a secret room?" Ron asked, turning to Hermione.

"I don't know," she said, frowning. "Dumbledore can't cure Mrs. loris, which reminds me that the guy who attacked it is not - OH - not human."

As they spoke, they walked around the corner and found that they came to the corridor where the attack occurred.

Then they saw about twenty spiders crawling on the windowsill, as if eager to get out of a small crack in the glass. A long silver wire hung down like a rope. It seemed that they hurried up through the wire and fled to the window.

Ron was startled. He always hated spiders, especially their fast crawling appearance.

Hermione giggled.

"What's funny," said Ron angrily. "You know, when I was three years old, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into an ugly spider because I broke his toy broom! If you had my experience, you wouldn't like them. If you were holding your teddy bear, suddenly it came out with many legs, and..."

He fought a cold war and couldn't go on, while Hermione obviously still endured a smile.

Harry thought they'd better stop talking about it and said, "remember the pool of water on the ground? Where did it come from? Someone dragged the floor."

They went over, looked at the ground and looked at the door next to them.

"You can't go in," Ron burned his hand on the door handle. "It's the girls' bathroom."

"Oh, Ron, there won't be anyone in there," said Hermione. She straightened up and came over. "This is the crying Myrtle's territory. Come on, let's go in and have a look."

She ignored the big sign that said "fault" and pushed the door open.

Myrtle is a ghost and not very popular. She has a bad temper. She always hides in the bathroom and cries. Moreover, she once poured cold water on the girl who broke in by mistake.

But in general, it's just because of inexplicable inferiority.

Harry and they went in and asked a few questions, but Myrtle obviously didn't want to talk more. After a meal, she hid in the toilet and splashed all over them.

Unfortunately, they had just stepped out of the girls' bathroom, but they ran into Ron's brother Percy.

Unlike Ron, Percy's grades are excellent and he always likes to show off his prefect badge to his brother. At school, he is always serious - he thinks he should not have an affair.

For example, he deducted Gryffindor five points.

That night in the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat as far away from Percy as possible. Ron has been in a bad mood recently. When doing his magic homework, he always spills ink on the paper.

When he absently took out the magic battle to remove the stains, he lit the parchment. Ron was so angry that he jumped up a flame in his heart and snapped the standard spell level 2.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione also closed the book hard.

"But who could it be?" she whispered. "Who wants to drive Squibs and Muggle people out of Hogwarts?"

"Maybe Malfoy!" Ron said casually.

He lowered his head so that people couldn't see his eyes clearly. Hermione looked at him. Although her face was skeptical, there was a faint approval in her heart.

"You mean --"

"Of course it's him!" Ron said more and more vigorously, and suddenly looked up at Hermione. "You heard him say, 'next is you, mud seed!'. In fact, you just look at his ugly mouse face, you know it's him --"

Hearing this, Harry closed the book, too.

"Look at their family! They are all in Slytherin. He often shows off this to others - they are probably Slytherin's descendants. His father is evil enough..."

"They may have held the key to the chamber of Secrets for centuries!" when Harry agreed, Ron's eyes twinkled, but his tone became more and more firm. "From generation to generation, from father to son..."

"Yes," said Hermione cautiously, "I think it's possible..."

"How can we prove it?" said Harry pessimistically.

"Maybe there's a way," said Hermione slowly, glancing hastily at Percy at the other end of the room and lowering her voice. "Of course, it's not easy, and it's dangerous, very dangerous! We'll probably break fifty school rules."

"Come on! What the hell is it?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you now," said Hermione calmly. "All we need to do is go into Slytherin's common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without letting him recognize us."

"It's impossible," said Harry, and Ron looked bored.

"No, it's possible," Hermione said. "We just need some compound decoction."

"What's that?" asked Ron and Harry in unison.

"Snape mentioned in class a few weeks ago --"

Hermione hesitated and continued: "earlier than that, in the last semester... I saw it in Maka's pharmacognosy notes..."

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

"Oh, Marca..." Ron repeated, but didn't say anything again.

Harry said cautiously, "really... I mean, really don't you ask Marca? Let's not talk about the secret room first, let's just say this - um - compound soup. It's better to ask Marca?"

After waiting for a while, he saw that they were silent all the time, and the color of doubt on his face was even worse.

"What's matter with the you... Marca?" Harry couldn't help asking directly.

"No, nothing, I just think... Is Marca a a little too lonely recently..." Ron hesitated.

Hermione pursed her mouth, glanced at Ron, and said, "Harry, don't ask. I'll go to ask Marca about the compound soup tomorrow..."

But for the next few days, Hermione never found a chance - she didn't even see Marca.

Finally, they had to ask Lockhart for a signed note to borrow books in the forbidden area - in fact, Lockhart was willing to sign his name anywhere.

"So, Harry," said Lockhart as Hermione fumbled to fold up the note and put it in her schoolbag. "Tomorrow is the first Quidditch game of the season? Gryffindor vs Slytherin, isn't it?"

"I heard you did very well in training - I was also a seeker. They asked me to run for the national team, but I'd rather spend my whole life on eliminating the underworld... However, if you feel you need to open a small stove, just come to me. I'm always willing to teach my experience to players who are not very capable!"

Harry muttered vaguely in his throat and hurried away with Ron and Hermione.

"I can't believe it," said Harry as the three studied the signatures on the note. "He didn't read what we wanted!"

"Because he's a fool without a brain," said Ron. "Never mind him! We've got what we want anyway."

"He's not a brainless fool," Hermione frowned as they trotted to the library.

If there were no Marca, Hermione's attitude at this time would be more than that, perhaps more fanatical. After all, she was one of Lockhart's supporters. But right now, she really doesn't have time to take care of so much, just say a word.

I've been worried about many things lately!

Soon, they ran to the library to borrow a book called "powerful medicine", and then hurried to Myrtle's women's bathroom.

……

At 11 noon on Saturday, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began.

At this time, Maka is also sitting in the viewing seat. He didn't want to come, but Luna seemed very interested in Quidditch - she just took Marca to Ravenclaw's viewing seat.

He looked at Luna's exuberant look. He had no emotional residue in his heart, but he inexplicably felt that it was good to accompany her once.

This is a muggy and humid weather. Thunder is faintly ringing in the air, which makes everyone feel that it will definitely rain in a while.

Before long, the game began.

Malfoy walked back and forth under Harry across his brand-new halo 2001, as if to show off the speed of the broom.

Not long ago, a heavy black swimming ball suddenly flew towards him!

Harry managed to dodge by a millimetre. He even felt the ball flick his hair as it flew by.

Maka took out her wand, pointed to her eyes and whispered a few words. Suddenly, the perspective was quickly zoomed in, and he clearly saw the situation Harry was facing at this time.

"Is it... The house elf?" Maka said secretly.