Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The viscous potion was divided into three glasses, like bubbling mud.

"This is disgusting." Ron said with an ugly face.

"It's not the most disgusting." Harry swallowed, and set his eyes on the three glass test tubes on the sink. "I have to add Malfoy's hair, Crabbe's hair, and Goyle's hair."

vomit......

Ron subconsciously covered his mouth, wanting to spit it out in disgust.

"I have to admit that it takes a lot of courage to drink this stuff, although what Gryffindor lacks most is courage."

Hermione put the final ingredients into the glass, and the soup boiled, turning into yellow, brown and brown solutions respectively.

"It should be no problem, the reaction is the same as what was said in the book." Hermione said firmly, "After drinking it, we will have an hour to look like the three of them."

"Shall we act now?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione.

"Of course not, we still have to make final preparations."

"Still waiting?" Ron asked very puzzled, "We have been waiting for more than a month, we can't back down at the last step!"

"It's Hermione, I know you don't want to doubt him, but I'm now [-]% sure that Aaron is the heir of Slytherin." Harry said eagerly, "every time he shows up at the crime scene, even if It's me who can hear that weird sound and I'm not that accurate.

More importantly, he personally admitted to Dumbledore that he had something to hide from him, and said that it was beneficial and harmless to Hogwarts.

I'll bet that's what Salazar had in mind when he set out to get rid of Muggle-born wizards. "

"But..." Hermione opened her mouth hesitantly, "Okay! I didn't say back down, it's just...we have to make sure the real Malfoy trio don't show up when we ask Aaron questions , and we had to change our outfits."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, which they really didn't expect.

If they met the real Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle in the Slytherin common room, they wouldn't be able to get away with it, and Slytherin wouldn't think it was a prank.

And their clothes are indeed inappropriate, not to mention the size, just the Gryffindor logo on the clothes can attract the attention of many people.

"Okay!" Ron shrugged, "Since you brought it up, I think you should have a solution!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, and took out three pieces of chocolate cake, "I put enough hypnotics in it to make them sleep for a few hours, and then just hide them in the broom cupboard."

"What about the clothes?" Harry asked. "Should we just pick them off? Wouldn't it be too..."

"This is actually possible." Ron rubbed his hands excitedly, "If you can't do it, let me do it."

"Huh!" Hermione gave him a disgusted look, "Just shoes are enough, and their clothes can be found in the laundry room, where there are usually spares."

"Okay, then it's settled, and we will start to act tonight." Harry looked at the two of them, his eyes flashed with wisdom, "Hermione, I leave the clothes to you.

Ron, the two of us figured out how to get them to eat these cakes.

Meet here after success. "

......

As night fell, the teachers and students who chose to stay in school gathered in the auditorium for dinner.

Compared with last year, this Christmas is a bit deserted, but it is only less popular.

The auditorium is still decorated in a special style. More than a dozen Christmas trees are covered with silver frost, and the ceiling is also enchanted. Warm and dry snowflakes are constantly falling to adjust the temperature in the room.

Everyone eats with gusto, even some with ulterior motives.

When Aaron was eating, he noticed that the three of Harry were whispering, and they still looked at Draco from time to time, which made him feel a little curious, so he simply walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Merry Christmas, you three look weird."

"Have you?" Harry gave a forced smile.

"I'm not mistaken." Aaron asked meaningfully, "May I ask, what did Malfoy and the others do to make you unhappy?"

"That's not true." Ron immediately helped to change the subject, "We were just wondering why Crabbe and Goyle have such a good appetite.

The two of them devoured four muffins, and now they are the fifth. "

"Eh..." Aaron was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Both of them have always had good appetites, but I always feel that this is not the point. I vaguely heard you guys talking about Draco."

"Okay!" Harry shrugged. "We were just wondering who the heir of Slytherin really is?"

Aaron raised his eyebrows, they wouldn't be suspicious of Draco, if they were, they would be doomed to do futile work.

"Then do you have any clues?"

"Not yet." Harry tried his best not to let Aaron see his eyes, and before the plan officially started, he had to put an end to any links that might go wrong.

"What a pity.

But believe me the truth is not too far away. "Aaron half-jokingly said that Hogwarts has hundreds of students, and he excluded more than [-]% of them in the most stupid way.

Although I am a little tired, the scope has been greatly reduced, and there will be gains soon.

"Aaron." Hermione asked after hesitating for a moment, "Who do you think the heir of Slytherin might be?

A lot of people say it's Harry, and some say it's you. "

"I know this, but the truth is often only in the hands of a few people, isn't it?" Aaron didn't care. "Professor Dumbledore doesn't think we are heirs."

"By the way, where did you go today?

I prepared Christmas presents for you, but I couldn't find anyone to deliver them, so I asked Percy to deliver them to the Gryffindor common room. "

The three of them couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and felt somewhat guilty in their hearts.

"We..." Harry stammered, but couldn't find any suitable reason for a moment.

"We went to Hagrid's." Hermione said immediately, "He doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently."

"Is that so?" Aaron didn't have any doubts. Chickens kept dying inexplicably in the chicken coop. Hagrid couldn't find the murderer, so he was naturally upset.

"Do you have anything else to do?" There was a hint of anxiety and impatience in Harry's voice. If Aaron dragged on here, their plans would have to be postponed when the three of Draco left the auditorium.

"It's okay, just to remind you not to forget to collect.

Although Hermione was the only one of you who sent me a book, I read it. "

"Sorry." Hermione blushed a little more, "I should have thought about it, you read a lot more than I do."

Chapter 171 It's Time to Test Your Acting Skills

After Aaron left, Harry glanced at Draco who was still eating, and then winked at Hermione, "It's time to act."

Hermione nodded and went to the laundry room without hesitation.

"Then what should we do next?" Ron asked in a low voice, "Crabbe and Goyle are gluttons, it's easy to fool them, but Malfoy is not a fool."

"So we have to have a plan."

"What plan? That's Malfoy!

The two of us are the ones he hates the most, and he probably can throw the cake in our faces directly. Ron said speechlessly, "Why don't we try to duel him again?"How about better than eating? "

"No, he won't accept that challenge.

And we have to find a way to let them stay in the auditorium for as long as possible. The fewer people there are, the easier it is for us to move. "

Just as Ron was about to say something, Malfoy stood up, apparently planning to leave.

"Ah! I think we'll have to hurry."

Harry also noticed Malfoy's movements, "We can't let him leave, we need to stabilize him anyway."

"But there's no plan yet!"

"Follow it!" Harry put three chocolate cakes on a tray and went to the Slytherin table.

Ron sighed and followed.

"Malfoy, wait a minute, we have something to talk to you about."

"Potter, and Weasley." Draco frowned in surprise, and sneered, "It's really strange! Didn't Granger be with you?"

"It's a private matter, nothing to do with Hermione," Ron said.

"Oh, but I don't think I have anything to talk to you about." Draco smiled meaningfully, "Crabbe, Goyle, let's go."

"It's Quidditch," said Harry hastily, and it was the most appropriate topic he could think of.

Draco stopped in his tracks immediately, "I'm a little interested when you say that."

"Actually, I came here specifically to apologize." Harry forced a smile. Although his teeth were itching with hatred, he tried his best to make his expression look as kind as possible.

"You actually apologized?" Draco looked at Harry in surprise, somewhat disbelieving, but felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

"Are you surprised?" Harry sat down and said solemnly, "I'm the one who is more impulsive in the Quidditch field, otherwise I wouldn't hurt your arm."

Draco thought about the situation at that time, and couldn't help joking: "I remember that you seem to be injured more seriously, Lockhart has wiped out all your bones!

And it was us who won in the end, Slytherin over Gryffindor. "

"It's two different things. At that time, I wanted to drag you into the water and share the pressure together."

"There's no need to explain, Potter, anyone can see it.

But your apology is very interesting, I reluctantly accept it. "

Harry suppressed the grievance in his heart, gritted his molars and said: Thank you.

"Now please get out of the way, we should go back to the common room."

Harry immediately winked at Ron, it's your turn.

Although Ron was reluctant, he didn't want any accidents on his side.

And Harry had already given him a sample, as long as he had a thick skin and a big heart, delaying time would not be impossible.

"Wait a mininute."

"What's the matter?" Draco asked impatiently, "Don't tell me that you also came to apologize?"

"Actually, it's true." Ron pursed his lips, "But it's not about you, it's about Goyle."

puff!

Goyle sprayed out the half-eaten cake, and pointed to himself in disbelief, "Me? You apologized to me?"

Ron nodded, "Yes."

"But why?"

"Duel Club." Ron said with some embarrassment, "I didn't know what was wrong at the time. I didn't follow the wizard's duel rules and beat you up with my bare hands."

"You were a sneak attack, and it seems that I have the upper hand." Gore said unconvinced, "If someone didn't pull me away in time, I would beat you so hard that even your mother wouldn't recognize it."

Hearing this, Ron's breathing suddenly became short of breath, and he clenched his fists involuntarily, wishing he could punch Goyle's fat face.

At this moment, Harry coughed and gave him a warning look, which conveyed two meanings: the overall situation is the most important thing, and it is important to find out what is going on in the Chamber of Secrets; there are too many of them, and we will easily lose out in a fight.

"Perhaps!" Ron suppressed his breath, "But anyway, I was wrong at the time, so I come to you tonight to apologize, and I hope you can forgive me."

Goyle froze for a moment, then turned to look at Draco.

He would have accepted it if it had been anyone else, but this was the Weasleys, the family his boss Malfoy looked down on the most.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Take it as an unexpected and interesting Christmas present!"

"Since Malfoy has spoken, then I will reluctantly forgive you."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, feeling that the time was right, they pushed the tray containing three chocolate cakes to Draco.

"Sorry, we have one for Crabbe, too."

The three of them didn't think too much, each of them picked up one and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Don't say it, it tastes really good."

Draco nodded as he chewed, a smug smile on his face.

Potter and Weasley actually gave up on the same day, and their vanity was satisfied like never before.

But soon he couldn't laugh, because he felt more sleepy than ever, and fell directly on the table, as did Crabbe and Goyle.

"Merry Christmas." Ron said lightly.

"Don't waste time, act now!"

Harry lifted Crabbe, Ron grabbed Goyle, and sent them to the broom closet, followed by Malfoy.

They were not that polite to the three of them, and it was over by stuffing them roughly into the cabinet, but before that they took off the shoes of the three of them.