"Where did you go last night? And where''s your robe?"

    At Slytherin''s table, Draco looked at Klein in in a new robe and asked in doubt.

    His friend''s recent whereabouts have become more and more mysterious. He didn''t go home last night!

    Originally, he wanted to show off that he played tricks on Harry What about Porter

    "Nothing. Just walk around the castle."

    Not going to talk deeply on this issue, Klein skirted the topic lightly and stopped Draco''s hand ready to reach for the coffee cup.

    "It''s bad for children to drink less of this."

    "Cut, aren''t you also a child..."

    Murmured in a low voice. Draco looked away and didn''t insist anymore. He chose fresh juice again.

    "Oh."

    Klein smiled and said nothing.

    The daily life spent every day may be a continuous miracle.

    As usual, Klein seriously absorbed any nutrient that could strengthen himself.

    In the deformation class, he has begun to practice simple living creature deformation under the separate guidance of Professor McGonagall.

    But he is still not satisfied.

    Compared with the progress in magic medicine, his metamorphosis still failed to really get started.

    "Decomposition, reorganization, deformation.

    What I lack now is not magic, but accumulation. "

    Looking at the pen in front of him, which was turned into a mouse, Klein frowned and murmured in a voice that he could only hear.

    In theory, wizards can forcibly change any substance with their mind.

    But to achieve perfect results, we must clearly know the internal structure of the deformation target.

    "Analyzing everything" is a huge project. Even he can''t guarantee which step he can take.

    However, there are not no shortcuts

    "I have to wrong you for my sake."

    A strange look flashed in his sapphire eyes. Klein smiled and licked his lips without leaving a trace.

    ......

    At midnight, the girls'' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts castle.

    "Here."

    Gently stroking the faucet with snake relief, Klein was sure. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his throat. His breath suddenly changed.

    "The language of nature."

    After the spell, he cleared his throat.

    But before he could speak, there was a sudden strange noise not far behind him

    "Look what I found, a naughty boy."

    In the shadow, a translucent ghost emerged - dressed in Ravenclaw''s robe, with thick round eyes, and his hair was disorderly braided like straw.

    "Crying Myrtle".

    "I''ll report to Dumbledore and let him fire you!"

    Myrtle smiled and looked at Klein, as if she was very interested in the situation at hand.

    "I''m sure you won''t."

    Klein turned and stared at the troublemaker ghost.

    "Ha, of course I will..."

    Myrtle made a grimace and wanted to say something, but halfway through her words, she suddenly felt in a trance.

    But in three or five seconds, she was frozen in the air like a puppet.

    "Go back to where you belong. You haven''t seen anyone tonight."

    When he whispered an order, Klein ignored the ghost behind him.

    "The light of soul taking" is not only used by the old snake, but also an expert

    Turning around and staring at the relief on the faucet, Klein''s throat trembled.

    When everything returned to calm, he whispered, and his voice turned into a low snake language!

    "Hiss, hiss, hiss."

    In the dark girls'' bathroom, the hoarse and creepy voice sounded like the whisper of the devil.

    Klein stood still and waited for the response of the "secret room" without expression.

    "Click."

    Suddenly, the stone cracks, and the annular lavatory basin blooms like petals, revealing a large dark hole!

    He smiled and stepped into it.

    The cold wind roared in his ears. Klein fell for a while and landed safely on a pile of mouse bones.

    "It''s really hard for you."

    Klein smiled lightly and went on carelessly.

    Through the cave, he came to a spacious platform with obvious artificial traces.

    Around the platform is the underground river, with symmetrical giant snake statues on both sides.

    At the front, the bronze disc is embedded in the mountain, silently guarding the secret buried for thousands of years.

    "Hiss... Hiss... Hiss..."

    Klein spoke again and started the seal with snake language. Suddenly, a long snake swayed on the bronze disc and opened the nine magic locks skillfully and carefully.

    "That''s nice."

    Looking at those lifelike snakes, he couldn''t help but feel sorry for Salazar Slytherin marveled at his ingenuity.

    "Squeak ~"

    The disc reverses and the chamber of Secrets opens!

    Stepping in, countless miserable green flames rose around, reflecting the cold underground like Shura ghost land.

    But Klein was not at all ill.

    Because Slytherin''s public lounge is almost the same tune, he has long been used to it

    Into the chamber of secrets, the wind came, and the air was filled with damp and smelly water vapor.

    It is very empty here. It is as big as four or five Hogwarts auditorium. In addition to the giant snake totem that can be seen everywhere, there is only a huge stone statue sitting on the mountain at the end of the chamber of secrets.

    That''s the founder of the snake academy, "Salazar Slytherin".

    With all his clothes on, Klein nodded slightly to the statue.

    Leaving aside ideas and tastes, the success of the wizard pioneer deserves his treatment.

    "Hiss!"

    He had just lowered his head when a hoarse hoarse scream came from the mouth of the Colossus of Salazar letrin.

    "Wow."

    When the mechanism works, the Colossus opens its mouth and reveals a big hole.

    Two yellow vertical pupils suddenly opened!

    "Hiss, hiss, hiss."

    The giant snake covered with hard armor slowly came out of the hole and gave a terrible neighing.

    Those eyes like headlights stared at Klein, fierce at the same time

    With a trace of doubt.

    It doesn''t understand.

    After clearly looking at each other, how can the "little mouse" still move?

    "Hehe, little guy, do you want to eliminate my heresy who accidentally broke into the secret room?"

    Klein smiled and gently stroked the red sandalwood wand.

    As a descendant of the grindworth family, his blood can be compared with Salazar Slytherin''s eight poles have nothing to do with it.

    Tom Riedel, or "Voldemort", is the real Slytherin''s successor.

    In addition to Voldemort, we can imagine the end of outsiders opening the secret room.

    however......

    There are always exceptions.

    "Come on, come on, let me have a good look at you."

    Clasping his fingers, Klein had a kind smile on his face.

    Seeing the smile, the Basilisk''s body in the attack posture was inexplicably stiff.

    Every cell is trembling, and the instinct from the depths of the soul is frantically reminding it

    Run!