Chapter 52: Slytherin Has No Portrait (Please Read)

Chapter 52 Slytherin has no portrait (please read~)

The next day, a brand new Nimbus 2001 landed on the Gryffindor table.

Hedwig cooed, confirmed that Harry had no other letters for her to deliver, flapped her wings, and flew to the Dursleys' house - the rations made by Petunia had been eaten.

She was not the only owl to eat. In the school shed, she also made some friends who had a special liking for the rations produced by Petunia.

Ron touched the long package with gentle movements and envious eyes. A strong smell of gold galleons made him a little dizzy: "This is the Nimbus 2001, it feels great."

"The package has not been opened yet." Harry glanced at him.

Ron shook his head: "No, this weight! It's not ordinary..."

"It's about the same weight as the Seven Sweeping Stars." Harry interrupted him.

"How can the Sweep Seven be compared with the Nimbus 2001!" Ron shook his head and introduced it in a hurried tone, "The top speed of the Sweep Seven is only 80 miles per hour, but the Nimbus 2001 can reach a maximum of 110!"

"And the Nimbus 2001 can accelerate to 85 miles per hour in ten seconds. No other broom can compare to it..."

He talked endlessly and meaningfully.

A lot of information was beyond Harry's imagination.

The properties of the wood, the comfort of the seat...

He was showing off to Harry how good a broom the Nimbus 2001 was.

It was indeed a good broom.

During training, Harry felt its superiority, more sensitive turning direction, faster acceleration, which gave him an idea, maybe he could try weapons like meteor hammers?

Wood finally negotiated with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to exchange training time.

This made the people of the two teams unable to help but rush over to see Gryffindor's joke.

Being locked up for a semester.

It seems that no young wizard has ever achieved such an achievement.

The second year is much busier than the first year.

Study, detention, training...

Harry went from one place to another until the end of September. When the lacewings were cooked, he found an abandoned classroom that no one had entered for at least three months and continued to cook.

Now, the only thing missing is the last ingredient - something from someone.

In the common room.

Ron made a plan: "Malfoy! That kid is very arrogant. He will definitely have no problem picking up the portrait. Professor Snape also likes him."

"I think Goyle or Crabbe." Hermione shook her head and made an opinion, "They are easier to attack. Their weaknesses are obvious. They are very greedy..."

Harry shook his head: "No, I don't plan to attack the lower grade students."

They were both stunned.

"It's not safe. It's easy to be suspected." Harry explained, "I plan to attack Graham Montague."

"Montague? Who is that?" Ron frowned.

Hermione thought for a while and dug out some information about him from her mind: "Fourth grader? Last year he seemed to be the second in the whole school and the best in Slytherin."

"Will it be difficult to do it?" Ron frowned.

He is a senior and so outstanding...

He is not easy to bully no matter how you look at him.

"Others will think it was done by sixth or seventh graders." Harry said, "Even if something unexpected happens, I will not be suspected."

Hermione clenched her fists.

October 5th, Monday, drizzling.

After finishing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that was a joke and getting five extra points, Harry put on the invisibility cloak and tracked his target.

He soon found an opportunity.

While he was in the bathroom.

"Dizzy!"

The safe environment made people slack, and he did not expect that someone would attack him when he was going to the bathroom.

He did not even see who the attacker was.

He fell heavily and fell into the toilet.

Harry waved his wand again, and the toilet rope stretched and turned into a rope, tying up the unconscious little wizard tightly like tying up a crab.

He plucked a strand of his hair and put it into the Polyjuice Potion. The potion vibrated violently, boiling, and turned into a deep brown in the blink of an eye.

Wormwood root water, with a hint of fermented alcohol, was not very tasty.

A hot breath rose from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs. The magic power violently changed his body, lengthening his bones, thickening his fingers, and extending his shoulders...

Before Harry could savor this feeling, the change stopped abruptly.

He conjured up a mirror and looked at the face reflected in it.

He had completely changed his appearance.

The clothes and shoes were ill-fitting, and the fourteen-year-old body was squeezed into the twelve-year-old robe.

But Harry hesitated and did not choose to change into Graham Montague's robe that fell into the toilet and was covered with filth. He waved his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell to change his robe into the Serpentine Court.

He cast another Stunning Spell at him.

Then he walked out of the bathroom, but he didn't rush to the Slytherin common room. Instead, he found a lone little snake and asked for the password with the Axis Sign.

Slytherin's taste is pretty good.

The password is "Opal".

On Monday night, there were not many students in the common room. The lower grades went out to play noisily, and only the upper grades struggled for their exams.

"Graham? Why are you back?" The student closest to the door was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to practice?"

"I met Professor Snape on the way." Harry answered as gently as possible, "He asked me to help him get something."

"What is that?" The student was even more surprised. Snape was not the kind of professor who liked to order students around.

"The portrait of Slytherin." Harry leaned over and looked around. "I don't think I've seen it before."

The student was stunned, nodded thoughtfully, and then stood up: "I know where it is. I'll take you there."

Harry followed him and frowned.

No...

The steps were heavy, and he was ready to turn around at any time.

He reached into his robe, and there... was the smell of the wand.

He was going to attack him?

Harry stopped and stepped back.

Was he exposed? Why?

"Die!"

The senior snake suddenly turned around and cast a spell.

Harry dodged and waved his wand. The tables and chairs around him floated and hit them hard between the two of them. He fled to the door.

"Stop him!" the little snake shouted, "He's a Gryffindor in disguise."

"He's coming to the common room to steal Slytherin's portrait."

"Steal something that doesn't exist at all."

"Sure enough, a stupid lion without a brain."

He didn't doubt other colleges. Only Gryffindor could do such a thing.

The last sentence was full of ridicule.

Other Slytherin students subconsciously cast spells.

Stun spells, petrification spells, and even some evil spells with the breath of black magic...

"Armor protects!"

Harry's face sank, and he cast a spell. An invisible shield covered his whole body. Facing the overwhelming spells, he could only dodge a few that looked extremely dangerous. For some that were not so powerful, he used the armor charm to resist them.

Damn, the hat lied - there was no portrait of Slytherin in the Slytherin common room.

A question beyond common sense.

Thanks to book friend 1856 for the thousand rewards!

Thanks to the silver spear and iron sword for the reward!

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