Chapter 330： The net that gradually closes

Malfoy successfully aroused the interest of the Slytherin students present, and he soon started his own [Secret Room].

Of course, in Malfoy's description, everything he knows about the Chamber of Secrets is based on the family's legacy.

"...when you walk through the green and mysterious stone paths, when you walk through those stone pillars coiled with snakes, you will be standing on a small circular square...I bet absolutely no one is watching. You can still stay calm when you get to what's in front of you. You'll feel the cold rising wildly from your tailbone, and the sound of you trying to swallow your saliva can be heard clearly in that silent and empty chamber..."

I have to say that Malfoy is a good storyteller, even if he has no experience at all, but with the information given by Sean and some of his own processing, the whole story is extremely vivid.

The Slytherins present had held their breath unconsciously, and they were completely attracted by this strange and mysterious secret room.

Malfoy gasped heavily, and after seeing the eager expressions of the students around him, he showed a satisfied and proud expression.

Amid all the expectant gazes, he continued: "It's a huge, intimidating statue, it's as tall as the whole room, and you have to keep your head up as hard as you can until your neck feels When it is broken, you can see the face of that withered statue clearly..."

"Green light lingers around the statue, and those magical rune symbols are constantly flashing on the surface of the statue, just looking at it, your eyes will sting and tears will be left, and your legs will tremble involuntarily... ...and then!" Malfoy's loud voice shook all the people around him, "You will find that knowledge has appeared in your dizzy head! Yes, it is an ancient spell that represents supreme power. !"

"Just by looking at it, you can learn a magic spell! At this time, you will also realize which great existence is the withered image in front of you..."

Malfoy's voice was sometimes low and sometimes tactful, everyone was mobilized by his story, and at this point, everyone had guesses about the owner of the statue, but they also looked forward to speaking from Malfoy's mouth. .

There was a moment of silence in the Slytherin common room. Seeing that the performance was effective enough, Malfoy's eyes flashed a smug look, he stood up and stretched out his hands, his face solemn.

"That's... the great Salazar Slytherin!"

Like a signal, the eyes of the students in the common room lit up and held their breaths as Malfoy pronounced Slytherin's name.

At the same time, something unexpected happened.

"Hi-ha--" The ancient, thick whisper came from somewhere, causing everyone to look around in panic.

Even Malfoy was shocked and collapsed in place. He looked around in a panic, wondering if the mysterious movement was because of himself.

This is what Sean said, will he help me? Malfoy thought in surprise and panic.

The surprise is that with this cooperation, the effect of his story is directly full, and the panic is why Sean can make such a strange movement.

A basilisk with comical glasses was murmuring in boredom in a small back room passageway separated by a wall from the common room.

So boring... I really want to go back to eat fish... I really want to go back and have a plate of air-winged bird's head...

In the common room, the whispers gradually fell silent, and the Slytherin students who stood up in shock looked at each other in horror, and then looked at Malfoy in unison.

Malfoy straightened his tie with a pretense of composure, and sat back in his chair, his nostrils nearly reaching the ceiling.

"Hmph, this is the great Slytherin, and when you can get a glimpse of his secret, the whole of Hogwarts will respond to you."

The Slytherin students were stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.

Although Malfoy usually has a bad record of bragging, it seems that they cannot believe the movement in front of them.

In the lounge, the crowd's discussion grew from small to loud, and finally became more and more eager.

This is the great Slytherin!

The students gathered around Malfoy, trying to get him to reveal more secrets.

Malfoy waved his hands in dissatisfaction, causing the undecided students to step back a little.

"This is about the secrets of the Malfoy family, and it is more about the great Slytherin. How can I tell you all? Moreover, even the ancestors of the Malfoy family have not been able to find out all the secrets of Slytherin, hum, don't Blame me for not reminding you that throughout the millennia of Hogwarts history, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets has buried many ignorant and fearless wizards who want to control Slytherin's legacy, and as a result - don't even know how they died ."

The news calmed others down a bit, but some also raised questions.

"But the Basilisk is dead. Besides, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is reserved for pure-blood wizards. Why would he put the latecomers to death?"

Good question! Just waiting for you!

Malfoy didn't let a look of joy appear on his face, but instead snorted in disdain.

"whispering sound."

His attitude made others puzzled and made others even more curious.

Under questioning, Malfoy had an expression of 'I'm not happy to tell you idiots, but I decided to give you a chance', he stood up and said: "Everyone, do you think that anyone can be called a real one? Slytherin?"

The students looked at each other hesitantly, and saw the hesitation and lack of confidence in the eyes of the people around them.

Malfoy continued: "Salazar Slytherin is a real careerist, the greatest of the Big Four, and his requirements for future generations are not something that can be achieved by casting a few little spells in class. Yes. My friends, think about what kind of academy Slytherin is."

He lowered his head and sighed, hiding the joy in his eyes.

He likes the feeling that everyone listens to him, and the feeling of being able to manipulate other people's moods with words.

"Even, I have seen terrifying news in the ancient books in my family..." Malfoy's tone was low.

Say it, say it! Keep talking! The little snakes only felt itchy, and the Malfoy in front of them was even more hateful than those novel authors who broke the chapter in key places.

After enough distraction and gnashing of teeth, Malfoy sighed deeply and looked at everyone with an inexplicable look.

"Someone once heard the whispers of Salazar Slytherin..."

Everyone pricked up their ears and held their breath.

"The one who left behind has been watching the entire castle, and he said... Slytherin Academy, more and more disappointing..."

The news hit the little snakes like a bolt from the blue.

They have always been the proudest Slytherin, they are proud of their bloodline and their academy, and the Slytherin whom they regard as a great man...

The little snakes felt helpless for the first time.

"Draco, why?" someone turned to ask.

Malfoy shook his head silently, as if he didn't know it either.

When the blasting water calmed down, Malfoy's eyes flashed a little hesitation, and he said softly: "I am going to set up an association, the goal of the association is to find out the secrets left by Slytherin, of course, also to let Me, let's be better and more competent Slytherins."

As soon as these words came out, the other little snakes glanced at him with hesitant expressions on their faces.

Or is it too early... Malfoy was a little flustered.

Sean told him that the establishment of the association should be proposed when the time is ripe enough, and it should not be rushed... But just now I felt that the time was ripe...

Malfoy didn't show his panic, and finally just walked away lithely.

Crabbe seemed to catch up to say something, but Malfoy ignored him.

In the corner, Osman, who had been staring at this scene, lit up.

Through a day's observation, he can almost confirm that the person who disgusts him is Crabbe. The guy glances at him from time to time. The bag of the robe is always bulging, and he even sees a red liquid dripping, only However, Crabbe quickly erased the traces and failed to catch the handle himself.

That kid must be resentful and wants to take revenge on himself for being flattered by Malfoy.

Just wait, when I officially become a member of the special operations investigation team, you will definitely regret it... Osman's eyes are gloomy.

As for the story that Malfoy had just told, he believed most of it, like most of the Slytherin students, but it would take some time to see whether the association would join.

However, at least one thing is certain. After tonight, Malfoy's reputation in the academy will expand rapidly. As long as there is a good opportunity, his association will also grow.

This is indeed a good opportunity to squeeze out Crabbe and join Malfoy.

Of course, he needs to have evidence, otherwise Malfoy will not ignore himself and punish his followers in the wind of the establishment of this association.

After thinking about all this, Osman walked towards the bedroom, but just as he opened the door, an object hit his head.

Another **** dead mouse!

"Ahhh!" he screamed frantically.

Crabbe, who kills a thousand knives! Just now he and Malfoy walked towards the dormitory, who else could be this bastard!

Don't catch me on the spot! Osman nearly clenched his own teeth.

The next day, Malfoy's words spread throughout Hogwarts. Some people laughed and some hesitated, but it was undeniable that Malfoy did receive a lot of attention.

At the same time, Umbridge did not punish Malfoy for this. She is now almost blatantly favoring Slytherin's students. If it is Sean or whoever spreads this kind of news, he will definitely be invited to her office for a drink. of tea.

Meanwhile, news of Osman's torture spread, and Umbridge seriously investigated everyone but failed to catch the culprit.

As the days passed, Malfoy told several mysterious stories every night as usual, his reputation in Slytherin was getting higher and higher, and the "Honor Club" he founded had begun to have members.

Osman was still tormented by dead mice, and his recent mental state was approaching the brink of collapse. On weekdays, students from other colleges would be scolded if they accidentally bumped into him.

At this time, Sean was manipulating a silver thread in the Room of Requirement.

Both Hermione and Daisy watched his movements and dared not speak loudly.

Until Sean let go of his wand, the silver thread fell into the glass bottle.

"Sean, are you confident?" Hermione asked.

Sean shrugged: "If it's a large fragment of memory, I can't do it with my current ability, but if it's a repeated fragment, it's not a big problem."

Yes, he was compiling a whole new memory.

Forgetting spells, weaving spells, etc. all belong to the category of memory spells. A simple forgetting spell will only make the person in the spell forget a whole paragraph of content. If other wizards check the memory, they will easily find something wrong, while the weaving spell is Fake a brand new memory and add it to that person's mind.

Of course, it is very difficult magic to weave memory, especially when there are various changing pictures and scenes, and you have to quickly make up for the memory gap after casting the forgetting spell.

Therefore, Sean chose a tricky method. He only changed a whole repeated picture, and the changes in the picture were also very small.

And this is of course for Umbridge and little Aiken.

Now, just wait for the time to come.

The next day, Umbridge announced a message to everyone. In order to better manage the students, she will select a group of people from the student group to enter the special operations investigation team.

Osman, who was tormented by dead mice and was about to go crazy, finally ushered in good news. He became the first member of the investigation team.

This swept away his gloom and anger these days, and even gave Crabbe a vicious look on the bright side.

Crabbe looked bewildered. He has been very strange recently. Why did Osman target him so much? Of course, he was never the one who suffered losses, and an equally vicious look returned the past.

Osman was very angry, and he began to think about how to deal with this idiot.

Free afternoon.

The dark-faced Crabbe walked into the bathroom on the first floor. He put a heavy package by the sink, turned on the faucet, stretched out his hands and rubbed it vigorously.

Dandan's red flows down the water, and Crabbe's mouth is still muttering from time to time.

"Damn the mouse! If it wasn't... the..."

"Katcha!" The loud sound of the shutter sounded, and Crabbe turned his head to see Osman holding a magic camera.

"What are you filming?!" Crabbe yelled.

A cruel smile appeared on Osman's face: "Bastard, I was finally caught..."

"What are you talking about?!" Crabbe's eyes widened.

Osman ignored Crabbe completely, and he pulled out his wand.

"Idiot, Mrs. Umbridge gave me the right to manage students..."

"who do you think You Are?!"

Before Crabbe's voice fell, Osman actually fired a whiplash!