After the school was settled down for a while, it seemed that everyone had forgotten the poor cat, as if nothing had happened, but when Harry asked Hagrid before, the death of the rooster still blinded him. A layer of shadow makes people see the truth.
They still have doubts about this. If the Basilisk really exists, does it live in that secret room? The words on the wall seem to be ignored by everyone.
But Hermione did not. She asked Professor Binns about the Chamber of Secrets in the history of magic, and Professor Binns looked at her very unhappy.
As an old-fashioned ghost, Binns doesn't like myths and legends. He likes facts and truthful and reliable facts, but his level is not high, and he only reads in his dry, low-pitched voice, like An old-fashioned vacuum cleaner.
Finally, all the students in the class are groggy, and occasionally recovering, copying a name or date, and then falling into a semi-sleep state.B
But today's class is probably the most serious class that students have listened to since his teaching career, and can't help the students' unusually strong interest. He still told the legend about the Chamber of Secrets.
"Is the Basilisk a horrible thing in the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione continued to ask, but before Professor Binns answered, he inferred to himself: "The symbol of Slytherin is also a snake, this possibility is too Big." Then he sat down and immersed himself in his reasoning. Quiet murmurs from time to time.
"I regret to tell you this ridiculous story" Professor Binns snapped at these students, because they began to discuss directly, and regarded him as nothing. He coughed and finally brought everyone's attention back.
Within five minutes, the students fell into that drowsy drowsiness again.
After class, the trio began to discuss the information about the secret room that they had just heard.
"I have long known that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old maniac." Ron said to Harry and Hermione. "But I don't know it was he who came up with this pure-blooded gibberish. Even if I was given money for nothing I don't wanna go to his Hoise. To be honest, if the Snorting Hat put me in Slytherin, I would go home by train without saying anything."
Hermione nodded reluctantly, but she still felt that she couldn't use the academy to distinguish one person from another.
As far as Harry's heart was concerned, it was because the Sorting Hat had seriously considered putting him in Slytherin. He clearly remembered the little voice that whispered in his ear when he put the hat on his head a year ago. It felt like yesterday.
"You will be very successful, you know, it's hidden in your head. Slytherin will help you succeed, there's no doubt..."
If Slytherin represents evil, does it mean that someone who is sorted into Slytherin is inherently evil or has evil tendencies?
The trio then went to the corridor where the attack had happened, hoping to find some clues.
However, when they were searching, they accidentally walked into the girls' bathroom.
When they were about to ask Myrtle about the situation on Halloween, Percy's senior brother, Fred and George, discovered them and kicked them out after deducting five points.
Of course, he had no right to deduct points.
That night, in the common room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat as far away from Percy as possible. Ron was still in a bad mood and kept spilling ink on his paper while doing his magic class homework.
When he absently took out his wand to try to remove the stains, he accidentally lit the parchment on fire.
Ron was so angry that he snapped "Standard Spell, Level 2", but to Harry's surprise, Hermione slammed the book closed.
"You guys are talking about who will be Slytherin's heir," Ron said, eyeing his broken wand.
"I don't know," Harry shook his head.
"Me neither," Hermione said, feeling that Ron was about to say the name she didn't want to hear, but she still shook her head.
"If I were Salazar Slytherin," Ron lowered his voice and then looked around to make sure no one was listening before continuing, "I would definitely find an absolutely excellent heir, someone who is pure-blooded and happy to deal with Muggles and Muggle-born wizards."
"You mean Draco?" The name blurted out of Harry's mouth.
None of them noticed Hermione's lips tighten.
"Who else could it be?" Ron's voice was lower.
"You think about it. Although we don't want to admit it, he's really good at magic. I think those sixth and seventh years aren't as good as him."
Ron took a deep breath and added, "You can't imagine Crabbe and Goyle as heirs to the Chamber of Secrets, can you?"
When he said that, Harry couldn't help laughing. The two of them as heirs to the Chamber of Secrets seemed ridiculous.
If Salazar knew that his heir was something like that, maybe the Basilisk would have killed them first.
They were absolutely fools.
"If you think about it again, he's rumored to have tortured a Muggle with a curse and had his wand confiscated," Ron continued.
Harry also remembered his experience that day and was still feeling terrified. He had almost been transported to Malfoy's house in the cabinet.
That day, he had heard a lot about Lucius, as if he was involved in dealing with Dark magic items, and then they had met again at the Lizhen bookstore, and the atmosphere between Weasley and Malfoy was even more fierce.
Whether it was reasonable or not, Harry stood on Ron's side.
"But these are just guesses," Hermione said, hesitant to speak out against him because she didn't even know who to believe.
"What you said makes sense, he is indeed the most suspect, but we have no evidence." She said helplessly.
"Yeah, we can't just walk up to him and point at him and ask, 'Hey, Draco, did you open the secret room?' That's stupid. If he answered us, he would be even more stupid." Ron shrugged too.
"Perhaps I have a way," Hermione said, quickly glancing at Percy at the end of the room and lowering her voice.
"Of course, it's not easy to do and it's dangerous, very dangerous. We would probably be violating fifty school rules."
"In another month or so, if you're willing to tell us, you'll tell us, right?" Ron said impatiently.
"We could become someone he's familiar with and ask him directly," Hermione said, not knowing what to think of this suggestion.
Harry and Ron laughed and looked at Hermione incredulously.
"I don't have it," Hermione shook her head and said, "Although Snape is annoying, the knowledge in his class is indeed very useful. He mentioned a potion-compound decoction in class a few weeks ago."
"What is that?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.
"This potion can turn you into another person," Hermione said slowly.
"Of course, it's not forever and you'll change back after a certain amount of time."
Suddenly, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ron were staring at her silently and stopped talking.
Hermione remembered that Crabbe and Goyle were only Malfoy's nominal followers.
In fact, Malfoy didn't often stay with them and they weren't very familiar with him, so who else could it be? Pansy.
Ron and Harry wouldn't be willing to become girls, even for a very short period of time.
Hermione's stomach began to cramp and she dug a hole for herself.
"Hermione, the safety of the school's teachers and students depends on you," Ron said, looking at her expectantly.
Harry nodded heavily.
"But the recipe is hard to get," Hermione said, a little reluctant and wanting to excuse herself.
"Snape said it's in a book called 'Powerful Potions', which must be in the restricted area of the library."
There is only one way to borrow books from the restricted area: get a signature signed by a teacher.
"I've thought of a good candidate," Harry said.
"Me too," Ron also smiled.