The little black spot that belonged to Gormley Gaunt had been wandering back and forth outside the bathroom, as if checking to see if anyone was outside. After walking to the stone corridor on the second floor, Sean put away the Marauder's map, and then walked over arrogantly.
"The spider is fine."
"It should be safe here."
"My instinct can also predict some dangers, and there is no signal coming."
The inner pocket of the robe, Dave kept conveying the idea.
For Sean, the basilisk is the biggest safety hazard. As long as the monster is not there, other dangers are within his control.
The girls' bathroom on the second floor was right in front of him. Sean lowered his eyelids a little, pursed his thin lips, and put on a displeased expression.
He walked into the bathroom with a sullen face. Because of the existence of Myrtle, no one has come here for a long time. There are water spots everywhere on the sink, and there are several dangling spider webs in the innermost corner. Of course, the spider was long gone.
There were no figures inside, and Gormley Gaunt did not appear.
Hidden or back to the secret room? Sean muttered to himself.
However, the instructions of the Fuling Elixir will not be aimless, and if he comes alone, he should be able to obtain some things that are beneficial to him.
Sean, who had turned into a Malfoy, walked to the nearest pool and slammed the rooster cage he had been carrying on the ground.
"A bunch of idiots..." Sean muttered gloomily, he turned on the faucet forcefully, the water poured out, and he just washed his hands.
Sean did Malfoy's way, he didn't turn off the tap in time, flicked the water droplets off his hands casually, and then took out a handkerchief and wiped it.
"Smoke!" He looked dissatisfied, "The whole school smells like chicken shit!"
Sean angrily kicked the rooster cage on the ground: "Those disgusting Mudbloods should be eliminated! I really don't know what to prevent, will the heir of Slytherin still do something to me? I must write to Daddy and let him take care of this **** at Hogwarts!"
He looked very dissatisfied, and after standing in place to vent, he reluctantly turned off the tap and prepared to leave here.
Just as Sean walked to the door of the bathroom, a gloomy and arrogant female voice rang out.
"I agree with that... Hogwarts really needs to be taken care of."
Sean turned around with a startled expression on Malfoy's face, and saw a figure floating in the far back of the bathroom.
It was a thin witch, she had the hairstyle that noble women used to do hundreds of years ago, and she was wearing a black robe like a waist. Her face is cold and beautiful, and her facial features are sharp and angular, but some bulging and gloomy eyes completely destroy the beauty of the whole person.
Of course, that's not the point. The point is, she is different from other pearl white ghosts, showing a light gray-white translucent branch, with an arrow at her heart, and a crack-like trace spreading out from there.
It made her look like a ghost doll patched up with scraps of leather.
"Who are you?!" Sean shouted in horror.
The ghost smiled grimly: "Don't the Slytherin students even know ghosts?"
"Ghost?" Sean was stunned for a while, and then became annoyed by the shame he had just done, "Of course I know you are a ghost! You undisciplined things, I will write to my dad later and let him Get you **** and Mudbloods out of Hogwarts, you bastards!"
The ghost didn't get angry, she smiled instead, but her cracked jaw made her look like a murderer.
"I agree with you that some dirty people don't deserve to be at Hogwarts."
Sean frowned. He didn't hide his disgust at all. He took a step back and said, "It doesn't matter what you said... Who are you? Why haven't I seen you in the castle."
"Gormley Gaunt," she said proudly, raising her head.
"Gormley Gaunt?" Sean pretended to be impressed but couldn't remember.
Gormley narrowed his eyes, and his voice was a little cold: "Which family's kid are you, and you haven't even heard of the Gaunt family?"
Sean thought hard for a moment, then showed a surprised expression: "The Gaunt family? Are you a descendant of Slytherin?!"
Gormley was obviously satisfied with his shocked expression, and she raised her head proudly: "Yes. However, you still know that I am a descendant of Slytherin, tell me your name."
Sean immediately imitated Malfoy's defiant look: "Draco Malfoy, you should have heard of it."
"Malfoy's?" Gormley looked at Sean, the Slytherin uniform, the neatly groomed hair, the defiant stinky face, and the sound of gold coins sloshing around in the bag.
That's right... Gormley nodded in satisfaction.
"Malfoy..." she called out, then continued after a pause, "Is Brutus Malfoy your mysterious man?"
"That's my ancestor... you know each other?" Sean showed a suspicious expression.
Gormley snorted coldly, "Of course, there is a connection between pure blood families."
"So, why are you here, I haven't seen you in the castle before..." Halfway through, Sean immediately put on a stunned expression, and then looked at each other in horror.
"Looks like there's a smart boy out of the Malfoys," Gormley licked his lips, then showed a cruel smile, "You're right, I opened the secret room—"
Sean stepped back to the door of the bathroom in horror, and stammered: "You, you can't, I'm the Malfoy family, I'm pure blood!"
"Of course I know—" Gormley floated up to Sean, and Sean could even see the shriveled and shriveled heart in the gap between her heart, "So I found you."
"Why are you looking for me..." Sean pretended to be scared swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Gormley got closer, her smile cruel and crazy.
"Draco? That's what you call it, right? The heir to Slytherin is right in front of you. I think the Malfoy family's tutoring should be pretty good - come on, we can work together."
She laughed nervously: "Ha - as pure-blood wizards, our relationship is very strong, this is not comparable to those mudbloods... When the clearing plan is completed, the castle will only be eligible to learn Wizard of magic, isn't that what we've been after?"
Sean's breathing quickened, and he said in a low voice and fear, "But, what am I going to do...and, they say, Dumbledore is coming back..."
Gormley snorted disdainfully: "Stupid guy, it is the existence of this kind of person that makes Hogwarts what it is today! Besides, what is that Dumbledore!"
She stretched out her hands, with enthusiasm and joy on her face, and said slowly like a dream: "The great Salazar Slytherin is coming back..."