"You can go back by yourself, Draco. I'll sleep in the turret tonight."
After separated from Luna and Hermione in the kitchen, Bree said to Draco: "Stop playing, the little elements can't stand your tossing."
Draco was holding an apple, with a red-faced ball of light on the apple. He was lying on the fruit handle, looking at Draco's big mouth in fear.
Draco closed his mouth and said, "You don't know how funny Granger's expression was when he held a banana and wanted to eat it but was afraid of killing the little element. This is obviously not life."
After taking a bite of the apple, Little Element puffed his face angrily and gradually disappeared...
Draco said: "Just like what Luna Lovegood said, these elements are not dead, they have returned to the embrace of nature and will reappear, so there is no need to worry about normal human life harming them.
.”
"Yes, great philosopher Malfoy, don't follow me now, the Slytherin lounge is over there." Bree pulled Draco in one direction, turned and left.
"Tsk, is there any secret that Malfoy can't know? The damn black crow is going to the turret to blow the cold air again!"
…
Bree is going to the Forbidden Zone tonight, and then she has to go to Voldemort to learn how to make Horcruxes, so naturally it's not convenient to take anyone with her.
“Where did the Fantastic Beasts recipe come from?”
Bree passed through a bunch of banned books and soon saw a book called "Favorite Magical Beasts" in the corner. Next to it were many books filled with how to cook magical animals.
"It makes sense to be listed as a banned book... charcoal-grilled xz snowman legs, stewed potatoes and xiuxiu, Bowtruckle salad, bird and snake steamed eggs..."
"suck…"
"It's terrible. Fortunately, I'm not a foodie."
Bree put the evil book away and soon found the book "The Secret of Slytherin" that was not here before.
On the cover, a serious and handsome noble man looked at Bree, and finally turned his back in silence.
Picking up this thick and ancient book, Bree opened the first page - Speak to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Four!
"...Narcissistic Slytherin, huh."
Bree flipped through a few pages at random, but most of them were filled with strange symbols or some daily trivial matters, which made people confused. Bree couldn't understand, so she had to put away the book and take it to Voldemort.
But Bree, who had just stepped out of the restricted book area, heard a strange sound. Was it footsteps?
"Ginny?"
Bree didn't go out, but Ginny seemed to have discovered him and leaned over.
"Ah, you, you are Ode?"
Ginny blushed and said vaguely: "Hug, sorry, I'm a little hungry."
After saying that, Ginny quickly ran upstairs.
"Reckless little lion, do Weslais and his family all have the gene for nocturnal wandering?"
Bree frowned in confusion. Most people wouldn't be able to spot him, even if he didn't cast the Ignore Charm or the Disillusionment Charm.
Bree felt something and looked aside...
"Peeves?"
Okay, what is this guy doing hiding here?
"Oh, sorry, I mean I happened to be looking for you." Peeves looked very polite, and he whispered to Bree: "I came out while little Peeves was resting... I mean
Something has been different recently, there seems to be something in the castle."
It was obvious that Peeves knew something, but he had some scruples.
"I can't say it. This is an agreement with Hogwarts. I am not qualified to get involved in all things at Hogwarts, unless it is a major event like destruction. So you must be careful. My baby still has to rely on me.
Your magic survives."
Peeves had already become familiar with Peeves, but Bree was wondering why Peeves didn't come to her as soon as school started, but Peeves came first.
"I always feel like you are hiding something from me."
Bree's words made Peeves nervous. He hesitated and said: "How is that possible? Haha, I'm leaving first. The Wess twins are waiting for me to explore together. They have made some interesting things.
!”
Peeves quickly flew away through the wall, leaving Bree with a searching look on his face.
"I have to ask little Peeves sometime."
After saying that, Brie put aside the matter for the time being and walked upstairs.
After carefully casting the Ignore and Disappearance Charms, Bree returned to the turret safely this time.
"dad!"
Nico immediately flew over and hugged Brie, but Brie looked strangely at Ver, who was flipping through books on the table with relish.
"You can actually read, Ver?"
Could it be that he burned himself out in a fire last time?
"This book?"
Isn't this the Temptation of the Flower Elf that Enid gave to Bree? Is there a beautiful snake in this book that tempts Ver?
But doesn’t Ver have a gender?
Verle, who was deep in thought, didn't pay attention to Bree's arrival at all. Nico pretended to be kind and said: "Dad, this is not Verle's fault. If he said he didn't give the book to him, he would spit lamp oil and spray it on Nico. Nico was afraid, but he didn't
Give it to it, but Vern also said that maybe it can solve this kind of magic, so I let Vern see it."
"I have already tried to persuade him, but I thought that Vern must be a learned snake after living for thousands of years, so I believed him. Dad, be sure! Don't throw it away!"
Bree rubbed Nico's little head.
"It's okay, just watch it."
"…ah?"
At this time, Ver looked at Nico who was throwing dirty water on him, snorted, put away the book, and made way for Bree.
"Pry your head open and fill it with lamp oil. Maybe you can take my place. Now go away, you useless flower elf."
Nico glared angrily, while Bree waved her hand and said, "Go to the bedroom first, Voldemort and I have something to talk about."
Bree released Voldemort, pushed the book in front of him and said: "This is it."
Looking at the familiar book, Voldemort recalled: "Yes, although I have forgotten a lot, I can remember this book when it appears in front of me. Soon I will also remember all the snake language and make the soul
I will tell you how to use it..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Bree said noncommittally: "And how to get the sorting hat, I think you already have a way."
Voldemort snorted coldly and said with a fake smile: "I will find a way. All I need is a chance. You can make other materials needed for the Horcrux first. Gryffindor's sword is only used for the ceremony at the last moment.
That’s fine.”
Bree nodded casually, just waiting to see what happened.
Voldemort used his magic power to open the pages of the book. He looked at it with great interest, and from time to time he uttered a sentence or two of snake language.
"You should also learn something. This will be good for you and prove that I didn't lie to you... Although I don't know which branch of Slytherin you are, I think as long as you have it in your blood, you will definitely be able to learn it.
it."
Voldemort said seductively, but what Voldemort didn't say was that one can learn Parseltongue later in life, but it's very difficult, and it's not like Voldemort was born with it.
Bree thought for a while——
"Of course, Parseltongue is also quite interesting." Especially many things in "The Secret of Slytherin" are said in Parseltongue. Bree wants to explore the legacy left by the Four Giants, so this book might
There's no telling what surprise it can bring him.
As Voldemort consciously taught, Bree was constantly learning, but it was obvious that Bree had no talent in this area, and it was very difficult to learn. Even Voldemort's gray soul became darker.
"You...you learned very well. When I used this book to learn the snake language in an orderly manner, you didn't have the 'talent', so let's continue tomorrow."
After saying this, Voldemort rushed into the dark lamp without looking back, leaving Bree with a dull expression.
Bree held up her head and said: "Voldemort's lie was too false, but I really didn't expect that I also have shortcomings. Fortunately, Hogwarts doesn't have linguistics."
Bree recalled the few snake words in her mind and put down the book after forgetting them all.
…
At this time, in the Gryffindor first-year girls' dormitory, in the dark night, Yana's eyes were shining, but her face was dull as she stared at Ginny who had just returned to the dormitory and said: "You have a strange smell."
"Huh?" Ginny looked panicked and carefully held the diary she had hidden in her pocket.
"It smells like chicken, where have you been?"
Ginny was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said in embarrassment: "I'm hungry, my brothers told me where the kitchen is."
"..."
Yana stared at Ginny silently, making Ginny more and more nervous, and the notes in her arms faintly exuded a black energy.
The surrounding air became a little cold, and even the sleeping little girl turned around uneasily.
Yana said indifferently: "Tell me the location of the kitchen."
"Gu..."
Ginny stared at Yana's belly, twitching the corners of her mouth, and the diary in her arms suddenly lost its black energy.
"On the basement floor, there is a fruit painting. If you scratch a pear, you can see the door."
Hearing Ginny's words, Yana nodded and said: "Thank you."
After saying that, she slipped out of the dormitory and carefully left the Gryffindor common room.
"Huh." Ginny breathed out, took the note out of her arms, and wrote on it under the moonlight: "Tom, I was scared to death, but what did I just do, why am I on the second floor?
"
"I also met Oude, too bad!"
Ginny had no memory of what she had done, only that she had written something in her notebook.
Thinking this way, she suddenly felt a little scared and subconsciously let go of her diary and quill.
But soon, the words Ginny wrote in the diary disappeared, and the ink seemed to be absorbed.
And some text appeared on it——
Oh, don’t you remember, you said you were hungry, so I told you where the kitchen was, and you slipped out and had a meal in the kitchen...
Are you sleepwalking? You can't keep things in your heart, it won't be good for you. You can talk more to your friends around you, or go to your family and tell them all what happened to you...
Seeing the diary that cared so much about her, Ginny suddenly thought of her parents and brothers, but they never cared about her opinions. Even though Ginny was depressed these days, there was no one to comfort her...except the diary...
And my friend... Ginny looked at her old robe, she couldn't care less like Anna.
"Sorry, maybe I'm too tired...Thank you, Tom, it's great to have you."
Ginny picked up the quill again and wrote these words on the book...