Chapter 1181

"So, no matter what, Malfoy will always have a way to get in." Fan Lin rubbed his eyes, and the sour feeling made Fan Lin very uncomfortable. "But it's well done, Dobby. I think you should go back and take a nap, and then find a place you like to take it with you, or take Winky out for a walk."

"Take a stroll?" Dobby's eyes lit up, "But..."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with it." Fan Lin quickly interrupted Bo'ai's gratitude, "This is the reward you deserve."

"Oh, yes, of course." Harry confirmed.

"Kreacher did a very good job too," Hermione said in a friendly tone, but Kreacher didn't look too impressed. He rolled his big, bloodshot eyes and said to the ceiling in a hoarse voice, " Oh, thank Miss Granger, Kreacher, Kreacher heard... Oh, if only Kreacher's mistress knew..."

"You can go," Fan Lin interrupted impatiently. Although Kreacher had changed his mind about him and Hermione because of Regulus, as far as Hermione was concerned, it was still difficult for Kreacher. Accepted.

So Kreacher bowed deeply and disappeared.

"You'd better go get some sleep, Dobby." Fan Lin repeated, hurriedly waving his hand to signal Dobby to leave quickly.

"Yes, Master Al!" Dobby said happily in a high-pitched voice, and then it disappeared.

"That's great, isn't it?" After the elf disappeared again, Harry turned to Fanlin and the others and said enthusiastically, "We already know where Malfoy has gone! He is desperate now!"

"Yeah, that's great," said Ron gloomily, his paper now soaked with ink as he tried to remove the ink marks.

Hermione couldn't help but pull it to her and began to suck out the ink with her wand.

After all, this was caused by Dobby and Kreacher. As the hostess, Hermione naturally had to deal with the aftermath.

"But what did he and the 'different students' do out there?" Hermione said, waving her wand. "How many of them were there? You don't think he did what he was doing. I’ve entrusted things to so many people..."

"Yeah, that's very strange," Harry said with a frown, "I heard him say to Clara that what he did was none of her business..."

Harry's voice grew softer; he was staring into the fire.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Fan Lin raised his eyebrows. He didn't care what happened to Malfoy, but the key to the problem now was...he couldn't open the door to the secret room...

"Oh my god, how could I be so stupid," Harry said angrily, "It's obvious, isn't it? There is a big cabinet at the bottom of the tower... He can steal something at any time during class..."

"Stealing what?" Ron said.

"You mean...polyjuice potion." Fan Lin said.

"It should be like this. He stole the Polyjuice Potion that Slughorn showed us in the first Potions class... It's not that some different students are watching out for Malfoy... that's just Clara and Goyle... yes, that fits perfectly!" said Harry, jumping up and walking back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"They were really stupid. Malfoy didn't tell them what he was going to do, and they were actually willing to look out for him... But Malfoy didn't want others to see them hanging around the women's bathroom on the second floor, so he gave them something to drink. Polyjuice Potion to make them look like someone else...the two girls we saw the day he didn't play Quidditch...ha, Clara and Goyle!"

"Are you trying to say," Hermione said in a calm voice, "that the little girl I helped fix the scales—"

"Yes, of course!" Harry exclaimed, looking at her. "Of course it is! Malfoy must have been in the girls' room at that time, so she - oh, what am I talking about? - he dropped the scale in On the ground, tell Malfoy not to come out, because there must be someone else there! There must also be the girl who dropped the frog eggs! We have been following him for so long and we haven’t found it yet!

"He turned Clara and Goyle into girls?" Ron laughed and said, "Oh my god... no wonder they don't look very happy these days... I wonder why they didn't let Malfoy have a taste... "

"Oh they wouldn't, how dare they, if he showed them his Dark Mark," said Harry.

"Well... we don't know if he really has the Dark Mark," Hermione said with some suspicion, rolling up Ron's clean paper and handing it to Ron to prevent it from being damaged again.

"We'll see," Harry said confidently.

"So, the explanation makes sense now." Fan Lin hesitated for a moment. It seemed that the entire women's bathroom was used by Malfoy. The last time he entered the secret room.

However, according to the plan, Fanlin could not imagine why Malfoy would need to use the secret room?

You only need to summon a few Death Eaters. Others are completely unnecessary. The disappearing cabinet can be placed anywhere... As long as no one is discovered, that's all Malfoy needs to do.

"Yes, we will," Hermione said, standing up and stretching her legs. "But, Harry, don't get too excited. I still don't think you should do anything if you don't know what's there. Go there. Also, I don't think you should forget," she lifted her schoolbag and slung it over her shoulder, looking at Harry seriously, "what you should be focusing on right now is getting it from Slughorn. His memory. Good night!"

Hermione walked towards the girls' dormitory, and when Harry watched the dormitory door close behind her, feeling a little unhappy, he turned to Ron, "What do you think?"

"I wish I could apparate like a house elf," Ron said, looking at the place where Dobby disappeared. "My apparation exam results are still in my bag."

After speaking, Ron's enthusiasm seemed to dissipate. Hermione helped Ron complete the final work. Now only Harry and Fanlin were left here.

"So, what about you?" Harry asked keenly.

"I don't know..." Fan Lin shook his head. He felt it was necessary to discuss this matter with Dumbledore, even if Dumbledore had already made up his mind to disappear for a period of time to complete the role swap?

Dumbledore tried to master the power to defeat Death, and the Arctic mausoleum was an option, because although magic was scarce in the old world, the upper limit of ability did not seem to be too strict.

And so far, Dumbledore has not let him enter the main tomb, but only stopped on the first floor of the black tower. Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel have basically kept silent about it.

This makes Fan Lin a little irritable, it seems...

"However, I don't recommend you go there now." Fan Lin said, he couldn't figure out why Voldemort told Malfoy the location of the secret room and helped him enter.

A total attack on Hogwarts?

This is a dangerous idea.

"Why?" Harry said.

"Slughorn." Fanlin said, "I don't think Malfoy's behavior is more important than Dumbledore's mission. In fact, we don't have time to fool around with him."

Harry stopped talking. He was a little too excited, but he couldn't bear it.

Harry didn't sleep well that night. On the one hand, he was hit by his companions, which made him lie in bed for several hours. But in his mind, he kept imagining that when Malfoy was sneaking into the women's bathroom tomorrow, Harry would suddenly break in. I saw a picture of what he was doing there.

What could that be? A conference room? A hiding place? A storage room? A workshop?

Harry's mind was in a state of extreme excitement. Finally he fell asleep, and then he dreamed that Malfoy turned into Professor Slughorn for one moment, and Snape for another...

Harry remained hopeful until after breakfast the next morning; he had some free time after Defense Against the Dark Arts and decided to give it a try on the second floor at that time.

Harry tried to encourage Hermione, but in fact, the girl did not intend to accompany Harry to fool around, which made Harry a little angry.

"Look," he said quickly, leaning forward and placing his hand on the Daily Prophet that Hermione had just picked up from the postal owl. "I haven't forgotten about Slughorn, but I haven't thought of a way to get the memories from him. Why not find out what Malfoy is doing before I think of that way?"

"I already told you, you should convince Slughorn," Hermione said. "It's not just about tricking him or confusing him, or Dumbledore would have done it in a second. Instead of making a mess outside the girls' bathroom," she pulled the Daily Prophet out of Harry's hands, He opened the page and looked at the front page, "You should go to Slughorn and beg him."

"Is there anyone we know...?" Fanlin asked as Hermione browsed the newspaper titles.

"Yes!" said Hermione.

This made both Harry and Ron choke on their breakfast.

"Fortunately, he's not dead...it's Mongottens. He was captured in Azkaban! He pretended to be a ghoul and attempted to burglarize a house. A man named Octavius ​​Pipo disappeared. Oh, it's terrible, a nine-year-old boy was arrested for trying to kill his grandparents, and they thought he was under a multi-soul curse."

Then Hermione frowned.

"There are also some reports of unknown significance..."

"What is it?"

"Muggles." Hermione shook her head, "Muggles are missing in large numbers?"

"Some people may suspect that wizards did it." Ron said, "It has happened before, but wizards generally have no interest in intervening."

"Why did the Daily Prophet say this?" Harry asked.

"Maybe it's a reminder." Fan Lin said, "Your dream, Harry!"

Next they finished their breakfast in silence. Hermione went straight to Arithmancy class.

Ron remained in the common room, having to finish the end of Snape's essay on dementors, while Harry thought about the second-floor corridor and stared at a tapestry on the opposite wall. Above it was a Hufflepuff teaching ballet to a group of dwarfs.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Fan Lin looked at it with interest, but Harry dragged him away.

The two men came to an empty corridor and put on Harry's invisibility cloak there because they didn't want to be disturbed by others.

Myrtle's toilet is very desolate. It is probably the most remote corner on the second floor. It is a dead end three turns away from the previous house. Normally no one would come here. Maybe it is the storage of the Slytherin family. The utility room was then converted into a toilet?

Harry didn't know what the chances were that he could walk into the room and have Malfoy inside, but at least his first move hadn't been messed up by Clara or Goyle pretending to be an eleven-year-old girl.

The two of them came close to the hidden door of the women's restroom and closed their eyes.

"He may not be here..."

"Maybe inside." Harry said, and the two people walked in wearing the invisibility cloak.

Myrtle's toilet is still the same, with a wooden toilet and a gorgeous-looking wash basin.

"So, what are you going to do, Harry?" Fan Lin looked into Harry's eyes, "Open this place and go in?"

"is there a problem?"

"But you have to think clearly, Harry," Fanlin said, "If we go in, once Malfoy leaves something dangerous behind, we won't be able to leave even if we want to, and..."

"Hey, didn't I just call you..." Harry shook his head, then pointed his face at the sink.

Parseltongue is still so bad, which makes Fan Lin a little uncomfortable.

But after waiting for a moment, the sink in front of me didn't move at all.

This made Harry a little dumbfounded.

"Are you sure you're right?"

"No problem." Harry repeated several times in disbelief, "But why is it like this?"

"Dumbledore sealed this place." Fan Lin said, "Do you still remember, in the second grade?"

"What is Malfoy doing here?"

"Who knows." Fan Lin touched the stone platform with his hand, "There was no reaction at all."

"Oh, damn..." Harry was a little frustrated, and he even wanted to blast the place away with his wand.

Fortunately, Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very close. As a last resort, Harry took off his invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and then the two of them went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"You're late again, Potter, and you, Al!" When Fanlin and Harry hurried into the torch-lit classroom, Snape said coldly, "Gryffindor buckle 0 point."

Harry looked at Snape angrily and rushed to sit next to Ron; almost half the class was still walking into the teacher, taking out textbooks and organizing things.

Harry was no later than them.

As for Fan Lin, this is completely a chain reaction.

"So, before this class begins, I'd like to take a look at your paper on Dementors," Snape said with a casual wave of his wand, and twenty-five volumes of parchment quickly rose into the air, and then neatly flew to his desk.

"And I hope your assignment this time isn't as stupid as last time's paper on the Imperius Curse, which I couldn't stand. Now, if you've turned the page to—what is it, Mr. Finnigan? ?”

"Sir," Seamus said, "I am very curious. Can you tell me the difference between zombies and ghosts? Because there is something about zombies in the Daily Prophet..."

"No, you can't," said Snape impatiently.

"But sir, I hear people talking about..."

"If you actually read the paper, Mr. Finnigan, you would know that a zombie is nothing but a name for a sneaky thief named Mungdens Fletcher."

"I think Snape is on the same side as the Mongletons," Harry muttered to the others that he shouldn't have said that after the Mongletons were arrested.

"...But Potter seems to have a lot to say on this issue," Snape suddenly pointed to the back of the classroom and said, his dark eyes fixed on Harry, "Let's ask Potter and see if he How to tell us the difference between zombies and ghosts."

For a moment, the whole class looked at Harry, who quickly tried to remember what Dumbledore had told him when he and Dumbledore visited Slughorn together.

"Well - well - ghosts are transparent," Harry racked his brains.

"Oh, very well," Snape interrupted, his lips pursed, "Yes, it's obvious that nearly six years of magical education have been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent of.'"

Pansy Parkinson laughed, and several others laughed too. Harry took a deep breath to stay calm, even though he was very excited inside.

"Yes, ghosts are transparent, but zombies are dead bodies, aren't they? So zombies are three-dimensional... That's all a sixth-year old student can tell us?" Snape scoffed. (To be continued)