Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Harry and Ron dashed to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with three pairs of shoes.

"Hermione, we're back."

"Have you got it?" Hermione came out of a single room, still holding two oversized uniforms.

"Three pairs of shoes, all here." Ron said out of breath, and then looked at the wizard robes Hermione was wearing with some surprise, "Don't tell me they belong to Malfoy?"

"I don't want to be a fat guy."

"No, you misunderstood me, I think Harry should ask."

"What he asked is easy to go wrong. What we need is side-by-side inquiries, not straight-to-the-point interrogations."

"It makes sense." Harry nodded, "It doesn't matter if you pretend to be anyone, the important thing is to ask the truth."

"Okay, I'm fine with that."

Harry and Ron changed into Goyle's and Crabbe's clothes and shoes respectively, and Hermione changed into Malfoy's shoes.

Everything was ready, and the three of them set their sights on the three glasses in unison.

"I guess they must be particularly bad to drink." Ron said with a look of disgust.

"You have to drink that too." Harry handed the Polyjuice Potion to the two of them, and he kept the one that could turn into Goyle.

The three of them didn't want to taste the taste of the compound soup, so they pinched their noses and drank it in one breath after clinking glasses.

"I'm about to throw up." The cup in Ron's hand fell to the ground, and he quickly ran to a single room and locked himself inside.

Hermione also felt the same way, throwing away the cup with an ugly face, and ran to another private room.

Harry's endurance was a little stronger, but he was also a little unsteady due to nausea.

The effect of the potion was soon manifested. He made grunting noises all over his body, and dense lumps rose and fell in his body, as if he was cooking a pot of thick soup.

Harry panted heavily, and he found that his hands were getting thicker rapidly, and his nails were also getting wider.

The shoulders, the skull, even the hair and eyebrows were changing, and after a while Harry looked in the mirror in disbelief, his face completely transformed into Goyle's, only his vision was blurred.

Only then did Harry realize that Goyle didn't wear glasses, and then he put the glasses on the sink, and the world became clearer.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, but it was Goyle's voice that said it.

"It's okay." Ron came out of the single room. He walked to the mirror and touched his face. "It's amazing, it's exactly the same as Crabbe."

"Even the voice is the same." Hermione slowly walked up to the two of them with Draco's face on her face, "I really didn't expect that I would succeed in making Polyjuice Potion for the first time.

It's just that this appearance still feels weird, and I'm not used to it. "

"Let's hurry up!" Harry said, "It's only an hour, we have to try to pretend as much as possible."

"Draco Malfoy's got to go ahead, with a defiant look on his face," said Ron, "and Crabbe and Goyle have to follow him like bodyguards.

You two, it's time to test your acting skills. "

"You don't need to remind." Hermione shrugged and was the first to walk out of the bathroom.

The three quickly walked down the stone steps, going deeper and deeper in the dark corridor.

Harry looked at his watch from time to time, and when almost 10 minutes had passed, he asked worriedly: "We can't go wrong!"

"No, the Slytherin common room is more difficult to find, but I did find out on purpose.

We'll be there soon. said Hermione, stopping in front of a wet stone wall.

"Eh..." Ron pursed his lips, "If this is a door, how do we open it?

Is the alaho hole open? "

"Unlocking spells are useless, you need a password." Harry said helplessly, "Looks like we have to wait for a real Slytherin to come and take us in.

I hope our luck is better, otherwise it will be bad when the effect of the medicine wears off. "

Chapter 172 A Coincidence Is Not a Coincidence

"Pure blood!"

After the voice fell, the stone door slowly opened.

Both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione who read out the password in disbelief, "How do you know? Slytherin shouldn't tell others their password."

"Of course I guessed it." Hermione said a little excitedly, "I thought of a dozen passwords that can match Slytherin, but I didn't expect to succeed once. It seems that we are lucky."

The three of them passed through the stone door and entered a long and narrow basement.

It was the first time they had entered the Slytherin common room. The walls and ceiling were made of rock, and a green-glowing chandelier hung from the ceiling.

There was a pile of flames burning in the fireplace, making a crackling sound, reflecting the figures of several Slytherins around.

"This is the Slytherin common room!" Ron said with some disdain. "It's cold, dark, and has a weird green light. It feels completely different from Gryffindor."

"Normally, Slytherin represents the element of water, and Gryffindor represents the element of fire.

Style is naturally incompatible. "

"Forget about this, we still have 45 minutes, we need to find Aaron quickly." Harry said eagerly, "Does any of you know where his dormitory is?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, feeling that Harry was a little too anxious.

It was luck to be able to enter the Slytherin common room, and I wanted to find Aaron's dormitory directly, so I was sure I wasn't embarrassing the two Gryffindors.

"Okay!" Harry realized, his face was a little embarrassed, "We need to find someone to ask."

Ron walked up to a girl directly, "Sorry, I forgot where Gaius' dormitory is, can you help me?"

"Are you talking about Senior Aaron Gaius?" The female student blushed, "I really want to help you, but the male and female dormitories are separated.

If you're going to find him, can you ask him if he's happy with my Christmas present?

By the way, my name is..."

Before the girl finished speaking, Ron left with a disappointed face.

"Can you use your brain?" Hermione said speechlessly, "Ask the location of the girls' and boys' dormitories. It would be abnormal if she said so."

"It's not without any gains!" Ron sat awkwardly on the sofa, "At least it proves that Aaron's influence in Slytherin is no less than Harry's in Gryffindor."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, it doesn't seem quite the same!

Most of his fame was given by Voldemort, and he himself was inexplicable and even felt unworthy, but Aaron's fame came from his own charisma.

"How about I ask another man?"

"No." Hermione didn't agree with this method, she pondered: "Draco and Aaron have a very good relationship, and Crabbe and Goyle are Draco's followers.

Others don't need to know about Aaron's dormitory, but the three of them have to. "

"Then shall we just wait here?" Harry looked at his watch. "We've got less than three-quarters of the time left."

Just when the three were at a loss, a figure appeared in front of them.

Looking up, the Slytherin prefect was looking at them meaningfully, with a faint smile on his face.

The hearts of the three of them thumped suddenly, and their breathing became unsteady. Could this be exposure?

It was impossible for them not to worry. First of all, Naylor was a senior magician, so it was possible that he could see the problem.

Secondly, it was the first time for Hermione to prepare a compound decoction. So far, it seems to be a success, but the effect of the medicine cannot be perfect, and there may be some deviations from the description in the book.

But as Naylor spoke, the three of them gradually took their hearts back into their stomachs.

"I can see that you have something to worry about."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she said in Malfoy's tone, "Yes, I have something I want to discuss with Aaron, but I don't know how to say it."

"Can you talk to me?

I am the prefect. Although the responsibility is to regulate the behavior of students, it is also possible to help students solve some minor troubles. "

"Then take us to Aaron's dorm!" Harry blurted out, but then saw the puzzled look on Naylor's face, and immediately added: "I mean our boss needs a little push. "

"As for?" Naylor looked at Draco, "Is there anything that can embarrass you based on your relationship with him?"

"Er..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, "Quidditch."

Naylor suddenly realized, and he also knew that Slytherin won the Quidditch match this time thanks to Aaron's tactics.

But this kind of tactic may not be easy to use next time. If you want to guarantee the results, you still have to ask his opinion. It is probably because Draco is embarrassed that he feels entangled!

"I'll take you there, it's about Slytherin's honor, there's nothing to hesitate about."

Naylor was leading the way as he spoke, and the three of them looked at each other, and quickly suppressed the smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Coming to a wooden door, Naylor knocked on it.

Hearing the sound, Aaron quickly put the half-drawn magic circle into his pocket, and covered the clue wall and the temporary chicken coop by the way, before opening the door.

"Prefect, and Draco, what can you do?"

"That's right, Draco he..."

"I want to talk to you about something." Hermione immediately interrupted Naylor. Their time was limited, and it was a waste to ask about Quidditch tactics.

On the contrary, there was a look of regret in the eyes of Harry and Ron. If they could figure out Aaron's tactics in advance, then the next championship would be a certainty.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and let them in directly.

But Naylor didn't stay much longer, he could only do this, and Flint would be unhappy if he intervened in the Slytherin team.

"Tell me! Why do you want me?" Aaron asked sitting on a chair, "The three of you came here together."

"I just want to ask you about the Chamber of Secrets." Hermione said hesitantly, "Many people now say that you are the heir of Slytherin."

"The wind changed so quickly, shouldn't it be Harry Potter?"

"You are well aware of your reputation in Slytherin, and we prefer to believe that you are the heir."

"Hehe!" Aaron smiled contemptuously, "But I am obviously not, you should know, I have been looking into this matter after Halloween."

Hermione froze for a moment, then turned to look at Harry and Ron, feeling a little overwhelmed while relieved.

This is completely different from their assumptions, Aaron is not the real culprit behind the scenes, not even Draco Malfoy.

Harry couldn't accept that, if both of them were ruled out, he would be the only suspect left in Hogwarts.

"Isn't it really you? Then why do you appear at the crime scene every time?"

"Goyle, your attitude towards asking questions is exactly the same as Harry's. I don't seem to have any reason to answer you!"

"Don't be as knowledgeable as him, Aaron." Hermione said immediately, "Goyle actually hopes that you are the heir, so that the safety of Slytherin House is guaranteed."

"Cut!" Aaron pouted, "The friendship between Gaius and Slytherin can be traced back more than 1000 years ago, but I can be sure that I don't have any Slytherin blood in me."

"That's really... what a pity." Ron said softly, "Slytherin is a holy mage!"

"It's not that our family has never had a holy magister, it's nothing special." Aaron said indifferently, there are at least seven or eight holy magisters in the secret room of his house.

Is he proud?Is he proud?

Ron opened his mouth, a little speechless. In some respects, the Hermit family does have a stronger background than pure-blood families like them.

Harry kept winking at Hermione, who was immersed in astonishment.

Aaron wasn't the heir of Slytherin, which was great, but they couldn't have come for nothing!

With the identity of Draco Malfoy, many questions can be answered, and Aaron must have clues about the Chamber of Secrets, which cannot be missed.

Hermione came back to her senses, and looked at Aaron with some guilt, "Well... Actually, I also want to know why you can show up at the crime scene every time.

Don't tell me it's a coincidence!This kind of reason can also deceive Harry Potter. "

Harry:  …

This sounds weird, but it does fit Malfoy's character.

"Okay!" Aaron hugged Abe on the table into his arms, and said proudly: "You also know its identity, my dragon cub is quite special, and can feel the killing intent to a certain extent.

It can feel every time the creature in the chamber is about to attack the student, so...you get the idea. "

Both Hermione and Ron looked at Harry involuntarily, complex emotions flashed in their eyes, there was blame, but more sympathy.

What is this called?

It's true that those times were no coincidence, but it's also true that Aaron was not the heir of Slytherin.

Harry also understood, he was so embarrassed that he could dig out a Hogwarts with his feet, and if there was a crack in the floor, he really wanted to get in right away.