Azar disappeared and did not appear at Hogwarts for two consecutive months, which made the young wizards increasingly worried. Azar's mother also clamored for the Ministry of Magic to manage Hogwarts, which made Dumbledore return.
Hopes have become slim, and many professors are also worried. It can be said that this will be the biggest dilemma for Hogwarts in the past hundred years. Even during Grindelwald's time, people were not so panic-stricken.
Of course, Bree knows that Azar is not Azar himself, but Tom. Now he must be hiding in the secret room and making his own plans.
Bree has been quietly observing the changes during this period, studying magic with peace of mind, researching the creation of souls, and waiting for Harry's movements. Besides Tom, there is also Voldemort's soul hiding outside. Who knows when he will come out again?
Make chaos.
"Tell everything."
In the turret, in front of Bree, Dobby was looking at Bree carefully and respectfully. Now Bree was Dobby's master.
"Oh, dear Master Bree, I just hope to help Harry Potter. They all say that he is a hero who can defeat evil wizards. Dobby foolishly worshiped him before... wuwuwu!"
"Dongdongdong!"
Dobby banged his head on the ground hard and kept regretting: "I must be extremely stupid. This must be an embarrassment to Master Bree."
"Stop, Dobby!"
"Explain things clearly so that you can offset your mistakes." Bree looked at Dobby silently, and Dobby stood still crying gratefully. He continued: "Whose house elf were you originally, Malfoy?
"
The abnormal soul found in Dobby's soul had the aura of Malfoy, but it was not Draco or Lucius. After Bree's investigation, it was found that it was probably related to Draco's grandfather.
, if I remember correctly, he was still a figure from Tom's time and was the first generation of Death Eaters.
"Yes, I used to belong to the Malfoy family, but Malfoy was not kind to me..."
Dobby caressed his new clothes coquettishly. It was a nice little dress, brown, and looked very docile.
"Dobby is a greedy elf. He is eager for wages. Oh wow, what a great honor it is to work for Master Bree. How can I touch something that does not belong to me again."
Dobby burst into tears and told everything. He also let Bree know that it was the guy who blocked the pillars at King's Cross station and that it had also caused some trouble in Harry's house.
Maybe Bree doesn't need a house elf just yet.
Bree nodded, let Dobby go down, and walked out of the turret, because Nico came back and said that Hagrid had woken up, and Lockhart had notified the Ministry of Magic.
Well, this Professor Lockhart is really good at flattering others, but he has also been a little strange recently. He often goes to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, and he doesn’t know which room he goes to, and in Bree
During night tours, he could often be seen wandering around some rooms on the second floor, especially the girls' bathroom, which had to make Bree suspect that he was looking for the entrance to the secret room.
Unfortunately, the entrance to the secret room will most likely require a certain method to enter.
Walking to the school hospital, Bree unexpectedly saw Harry next to Hagrid, who was asking about the eight-eyed spider.
Hagrid obviously thought of what happened decades ago. He was very cautious and said unwillingly: "I didn't do it, and it wasn't Aragog. It stayed in the Forbidden Forest... Oh no, you have nothing."
Hear, get out quickly, Harry, this is not something you should know, we should wait for Dumbledore to come back, I believe in him, and he also believes in me."
Bree used the Disillusionment Charm to quietly walk in, and saw Ron next to Harry. At this time, he looked puzzled and said to Hagrid in disbelief: "You said it was in the Forbidden Forest, but it wasn't.
Was the execution ordered decades ago?"
Harry lowered his head. He began to wonder if Hagrid had raised some pets again, which had caused many incidents unintentionally. However, Hagrid said resolutely: "I didn't do anything this year, I just raised some chickens."
Speaking of chickens, Hagrid looked downcast.
"But I don't know why, I always can't do it well. Are ordinary creatures more difficult to raise than magical animals?"
Raising chickens?
Harry looked confused.
“What do you do with chickens?”
Hagrid scratched his head. After understanding that both Harry and Ron knew that Aragog was not dead, he said honestly: "Have you not noticed that all the little creatures in Hogwarts have been running outside recently? This must be Hogwarts."
Something exists in Watts, and Aragog outside has also been affected. It has become passive recently and has no intention of hunting. I am worried that it and its children will be hungry, so I am going to prepare some food for them..."
"Oh, my God." Ron said in disbelief: 'How many children can a spider have at a time? How long has it been in the Forbidden Forest?'
He was afraid of spiders, and suddenly remembered that Hagrid's favorite thing to raise was the kind of large creatures, so this spider...
Unfortunately, before Ron could ask, someone came outside. It was Fudge, and behind him were many Aurors. It was obvious that they were here to capture Hagrid.
"Oh, no, you can't take me away, I want to see Dumbledore!"
Hagrid shouted loudly, which made the already irritable Madam Pomfrey glare. Unfortunately, Hagrid, the big man, didn't see it at all. It wasn't until the Aurors pulled out their wands that his voice became quieter.
"Don't worry, Hagrid." Fudge said with a smile: "Azkaban will never wrong a kind person."
"take away!"
Fudge gave an order, and Hagrid was suppressed by several Aurors and walked outside. The young wizards along the way saw it and started talking about it. The patrolling prefects also whispered to each other.
Draco complained: "If this big guy is caught, we don't have to patrol stupidly anymore. It's been two months, and I've gone from spring to summer."
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"Brie, come here quickly."
Previously, Bree asked Draco to help him rent a shop in Diagon Alley. Draco had been busy for a long time and had been carefully discussing it with his mother. Finally, in the past few days, Draco's mother Narcissa
·Malfoy was relieved and decided to hand over his private property in Diagon Alley to Draco, and the title deed had been mailed via owl.
Looking at Draco, who had a mysterious face and raised his head as proudly as a swan, Bree smiled.
"What's wrong?"
Draco said to Pansy beside him: "You should go back first. We don't need our second-year prefects to take care of things. It's too dangerous for you to follow the patrol."
After saying that, Draco walked up to Bree and babbled: "You don't know, my father has been telling me to be careful recently. That person doesn't care about which academy, whether he is pure blood or not. He is worse than the Dark Lord."
extreme."
"But it would also be nice to eliminate some bad characters."
Draco was obviously talking about Azar, and he glanced at Bree carefully. When he found that Bree's expression did not change, he continued: "The mother of that boy Azar seems to be crazy.
She said that she is applying to be a professor at Hogwarts and hopes to enroll this year. She probably wants to look for Azar."
"Those officials from the Ministry of Magic said nicely, but they didn't send a single Auror. Even if Azar disappeared, they only conducted a cursory investigation. All of this is to make Dumbledore step down forever."
Bree listened carefully to Draco's ramblings and frowned. Logically speaking, the Ministry of Magic shouldn't just talk to everyone. There might be a deeper reason for this.
"A pureblood handiwork?"
Bree asked, and Draco gave Bree a "smart" look.
"Yes, they suppressed the news about Azar, and Azar's mother is just a woman who has just come to the British wizarding world, so she cannot refuse at all."
"But it's really strange that Azar disappeared. There is no news at all. He couldn't be dead."
Draco guessed with bad intentions, but Bree, who knew the truth, didn't worry too much. Instead, he was worried about Dumbledore. Who knows where Dumbledore's arrangements have gone?
When he arrived at the Slytherin common room, Draco dropped a letter in Bree's hand and said proudly: "Let's take a look."
This is?
Bree opened the letter with a slightly puzzled look and saw a letter from home inside. Bree didn't read much before Draco snatched it away, revealing something else in the envelope.
A land deed for shop No. 96 in Diagon Alley. The location is relatively remote, but it is not far from Ollivander's wand shop, which is a must-go for young wizards. If you are willing to take a few steps, you can see it. It is considered a place.
Nice quiet location.
"Thank you, Draco."
Draco hummed and rolled his eyes in satisfaction, but when he saw the contents of the letter home, his expression became a little uneasy.
Bree saw part of it.
"Your mother said you were angry and didn't go back for Christmas. Now I don't know what you look like. Maybe you should take a picture and mail it to her."
Draco sighed.
"You don't understand, Bree, that I'm almost 13 years old."
Saying this, Draco blushed a little, and he looked at Bree a little shyly.
"I might get engaged, oh...that would be terrible!"
"My mother doesn't want to see me, but she wants me to tell her my current height so that she can make clothes that fit her and take photos for her so that she can exchange them with her."
"I'm only 12 years old."
"Pfft..."
Bree laughed out loud, but also lamented that people in the West grow up very quickly. Although Bree was a few months older than Draco, now it seemed that Draco was about the same height as him.
Maybe it's because Asians' bodies and looks require more experience. Bri didn't pay attention to this aspect for too long, but focused on which girl Draco would find.
"Don't look, I don't know either."
Draco reluctantly stuffed the letter back into the envelope, indicating that he did not want to accept the family's arrangement at this time.
"For the sake of me helping you get the land deed, take this letter to the corner tower and let the owl return it to my home."
Draco was listless and very impatient.
"You haven't told me how many galleons this shop is going to rent me for a month?"
Bree took the letter and waved the deed. Draco Malfoy's name on it shone brightly under the contract magic, reminding him that the shop belonged to Draco.
"Hmph, haven't you moved in yet?"
Draco thought for a while and said: "June 5th is my birthday. If you can make me happy, I can give you a big discount. You, a poor black crow, must be more careful."
Returning the land deed to Draco, Bree nodded, thinking about what Draco liked in her mind.
dragon?
But Bree couldn't get a baby dragon, so if it was a dead dragon egg, she would have one, otherwise she would boil the egg and give it to Draco as a gift. The last time he tasted it, it tasted pretty good.
With this thought in mind, Bree also walked out with the letter, took out the magic camera, washed out the photo of Draco in the lake and being sick, and stuffed it in.
"Perhaps Mrs. Malfoy, seeing Draco like this, can be merciful and think that Draco is a child."
Now, the naughty Brie has developed another photo of Halle.
"Otherwise, it would be nice to let Mrs. Malfoy know that Draco has someone he likes. Draco will thank me."
…
"Someone was petrified again!"
A scream echoed through Hogwarts, making the little wizards in the hall nervous again after two months of peace.
"Oh my God, my mother originally wanted me to go to Durmstrang School to study, but I was worried that the dark magic there would bring danger, so I didn't go. Now it's even more dangerous to drive to Hogwarts!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A second-year Slytherin complained: "Is this the so-called greatest white wizard? It's so disappointing!"
And there are many such complaints, especially those wizards who have more choices. In their opinion, Hogwarts is not the only one that can help them learn magic. They also know many wizard schools in other countries.
Next to Bree, Draco said: "Durmstrang is a magic school in northern Europe. It is very mysterious. No one knows where it is. My father also wanted me to study there before, but my mother was worried.
If I'm too far away from home, I won't be able to adapt."
Seeing Bree's confused look, Draco added: "Durmstrang allows black magic. As long as you can ensure that you will not affect the safety of others while learning, you will not be stopped."
Bree came back to his senses. What he was thinking about just now was not Durmstrang School, but wondering why Tom wanted to petrify other people again. Why did he do such a thing?
If it doesn't make sense, then it can't be a joke with the little wizards.
"Hey, Bree, if you are interested in Durmstrang, let's transfer to another school together next year. Although there is no precedent, there is no explicit rule against doing so."
"This way we can stay away from these idiots, especially Dumbledore. This old bee is getting weirder and weirder."
While Draco was speaking, Professor McGonagall came into the hall. She looked haggard, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was holding back her sobs.
"Sorry, kids, I think we have to close Hogwarts until we find the murderer." McGonagall couldn't hold on anymore. She had never experienced such a helpless moment in her life. It was worse than the helplessness of the little wizards last year.
Trust also made her uncomfortable because she couldn't guarantee the safety of the little wizards at Hogwarts.
Now two more children have been petrified.
"I can't...can't hold on any longer, I have to do this."
Professor McGonagall's face was firm, and she continued to speak even as tears fell.
"Children, I will draw up a charter as soon as possible and have people from the Ministry of Magic come in to protect you from here."
There was silence in the hall.
Professor McGonagall continued: "The professors and I have made a decision to stay and continue to look for the guy who hurt the little wizard. As long as he stays in Hogwarts, he will not be able to escape."
"Now, everyone can have dinner. After I take care of you, I have to go to Weiss' house to contact Wes again. The other professors are still on patrol."
Seemingly aware of Ron's sudden nervousness, Professor McGonagall apologized: "George and Fred ran to the second floor while eating. Maybe they wanted to find clues that caused their sister's petrification... They were in the girls' bathroom.
It has been petrified, and now no one can hang out on the second floor, it is very dangerous."
After saying that, Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears and sat alone on the teacher's chair, lowering her head in despair.
"Oh, here we go again."
Draco looked flustered.
"Still pure blood!"
"Why doesn't he just kill all the little wizards? It's like a provocation, but Dumbledore has already left!"
Everyone remembers the words on the wall. The guy who claimed to be Voldemort's representative opened the secret room and tried to punish all those who disobeyed Voldemort. However, some young wizards had never even seen Voldemort. How could they do that?
Violate.
The Slytherin snakes all became nervous.
"Could this be that adult's warning? Maybe he's not dead?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Slytherin's voice of suspicion was suppressed as soon as it came out, and the whole Slytherin fell into silence again.
"Where are you going, Bree?"
Bree stood up, causing waves in the quiet hall like a lake. He shook his head slightly at Draco and walked to Professor McGonagall's side.
"What's wrong, Bree?"
Professor McGonagall seemed to have aged several years. He looked at Bree hesitantly and asked him why he came forward.
"I think..." Bree looked at Professor McGonagall worriedly, feeling distressed and unable to bear it: "I think you don't have to obey the Ministry of Magic. They are waiting for Hogwarts to be in dire straits."
"You don't believe it either, I understand."
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she said helplessly and helplessly: "I have no choice, and Hogwarts is not here."
At this time, the professors came back. They were all silent. Even Lockhart did not dare to speak loudly. Snape looked at Bree who was standing next to the teacher's desk and frowned slightly.
"What are you doing, Ode."
"It's nothing, Snape, Bree is just here to comfort me, but we all understand that closing Hogwarts is the last resort, and we cannot let the little wizard continue to be in danger..."
Professor McGonagall's voice became louder and louder, even a little angry.
“I don’t even know what I’m facing!”
She closed her eyes hard, and when she lowered her head, her meticulous bun was disintegrated by her anger, and a few messy hair hung down.
A sad dejection spread in the hall, and the professors all sat back in silence. Lockhart wanted to say something, but under Snape's cold eyes, he quickly sat down and lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
He quickly said: "I'm going to the campus hospital to guard it. I can't leave Madam Pomfrey alone there to take care of the petrified little ones."
The heartless Lockhart bared his teeth and smiled, hoping to infect the little wizard below with his smile, but no one was looking at him now, so he could only leave the hall in a gray manner.
Some little witches cried softly, making the hall even more desolate.
"Go down, Bree, we have to try to accept that this may be the consequence of not having Dumbledore. He has been here since I came to school, and I think he will always be there."
Dumbledore was the backbone of Hogwarts, and now that he has left this magical school, Hogwarts has lost a person who can make the final decision.
Sprout stood up, patted Bree on the shoulder, and shook his head at him.
And Bree is still thinking about how to help Hogwarts survive this crisis.
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"Maybe I know what the monster is, and I also know where the secret room is."
"What?"
Professor McGonagall suddenly raised her head, and the other professors also looked at Bree. The little wizards below all widened their eyes, waiting for Bree's next words.
"A basilisk, a deadly snake."
"I have read in books that the only snake creature with powerful petrification magic is Medusa, but Medusa cannot come to Hogwarts. She should be guarded in the desert by the snake guards."
"I...I'm sorry, Professor, I secretly went to the restricted book area and found this book "The Secret of Slytherin". I saw in it that Slytherin studied a kind of snake."
"And that's the basilisk."
Bree used the magnification spell to restore the book she had been carrying from her pocket to its original state, and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall remembered this book, she said: "Most of it is recorded in Parsel Language. I asked Dumbledore when I was a student, and he said that it records trivial matters about the Big Four, not magic."
"It is also placed in the forbidden book area because no one can understand the snake language on it, and it is likely to be Slytherin's own handwriting, so it is very precious."
Putting the book in his hand, Mag stared at Bree seriously and said: "How did you..."
Just as he was about to say that, Professor McGonagall immediately changed the question.
"How did you find out it was a basilisk? I know the basilisk. Its gaze can directly kill a person instead of petrifying it."
Professor McGonagall looked at Bree worriedly, but she couldn't tell how Bree could understand the snake language inquiry now, which would cause trouble for Bree.
"It's a guess."
Of course Bree couldn't say it. He knew it a long time ago. At first, he just didn't want to take care of it, and then Dumbledore wouldn't let him take care of it. But now a group of professors and students, including Hogwarts, are in trouble. Dumbledore
The restraint was no longer effective, because this time, Bree not only wanted to be alone, but also wanted to shut up Dumbledore and get his ridiculous savior training plan away from Hogwarts.
Bree became greedy. The last time it was for himself, this time it was for his Hogwarts.
"guess?"
The professors looked at each other and felt angry.
What can a guess do?
"Because of Hagrid and Myrtle, and Hermione and Ginny."
"Including George and Fred who were petrified today."
"The gaze of the basilisk can kill, but if you see something that blocks your vision, you won't die. Hagrid has the blood of a giant. He looked directly into the eyes of the basilisk, so he still had some life left, and was used by Dumbledore.
Mandrake came back and even recovered afterwards.”
It has to be said that the giant's skin is rough and thick, so even the basilisk cannot kill him with one blow.
"Myrtle is transparent, and Hermione and Ginny saw the basilisk's eyes through her, so they were just petrified."
Bree knows the truth, but telling the truth comes at a cost, such as telling lies to make up for why he didn't tell the story about the basilisk before.
But these lies were concocted so hastily that Professor McGonagall didn't believe them, but she believed in the basilisk theory.
"And Potter said before that he heard strange noises at Hogwarts. Some young wizards may think he is talking nonsense, or think he is a murderer, but he is just a child, unless he is under the Imperius Curse.
, otherwise it would be impossible to do such a thing.”
Saying that, Bree looked at Harry's position.
Where are people?
Harry and Ron ran out at some point, which made Bree a little unable to stand. He had just said that Harry was innocent.
These two giants!
Bree sighed angrily and continued with everyone's gaze: "If I guess correctly, the entrance to the secret room is in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. I remember that a girl died there decades ago.
There, that's Myrtle."
"As long as we wait for Dumbledore to come back, he will definitely find a way to open the Chamber of Secrets, and Hogwarts will not be restricted by the Ministry of Magic."
Bree looked at the many young wizards, neither humble nor arrogant, and said firmly: "Hogwarts, which has stood for thousands of years, cannot be defeated just because of a basilisk. Now that we have discovered it, it will never have another chance to cause trouble."
"Please believe me, if it happens, the professors will not let it go, and I will stop it at all costs."
Neither Tom nor Voldemort can destroy the tranquility of Hogwarts or damage the things I cherish.
Following Bree's words, the little wizards below also gradually put away their sad expressions and looked at Bree with bright eyes.
Hannah, who protects the Ode Club, was the first to react and shouted: "I believe in you, Ode!"
Draco glared at Hannah dissatisfied, stood up immediately and said: "Isn't it just a basilisk? Malfoy is not afraid!"
Enid also stood up, automatically ignoring Myrtle and said: "I don't think the basilisk is that dangerous. It didn't kill any little wizards. As long as there is mandrake, the little wizards can recover."
healthy."
"We're not leaving!"
At the Gryffindor table, some young wizards shouted: "Only cowards will leave, we are wizards, we have magic!"
Ravenclaw's eaglets looked at each other, and they all began to talk about the weaknesses of the basilisk. They believed that wisdom was infinite, and as long as everything was explained clearly, there would be no problem that could not be solved.
The people in Slytherin looked at each other and looked at their respective small camps. Those in charge were silent. Only Alyssa said: "I don't think you want to leave here either."
After all, their family has not spoken yet.
Soon, the halls of Hogwarts were noisy, everyone was talking about the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets.
Bree looked at all this with satisfaction, and then whispered to Mag: "The secret chamber needs a snake voice to open it."
The pleased Professor McGonagall's eyes changed, and he stood up with understanding. He began to organize the prefects to take good care of the little wizards, and told them not to get excited and run to fight with the basilisk. Then he took Bree to a small room in the back.
Room.
Several deans came in. Dumbledore was not here, so they were in charge of the affairs.
"Tell me the truth clearly."
Snape snorted, he would not believe Bree's childish lie just now, about the basilisk discovered just now, did he really think they were those stupid trolls!
However, what he said just now made him feel something, and he followed Professor McGonagall into this place unconsciously.
"Potter, where did he go?"
Snape suddenly remembered that Harry was not in the hall, and Snape was a little worried.
"Professor Snape, you go find Potter and Weiss. We are here to discuss things about the basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets."
Professor McGonagall said something understanding, Snape nodded and left the room.
This time, it was Professor McGonagall's turn to stare at Bree.
"Sorry, professors, Dumbledore didn't want me to say it."
Bree would not feel guilty for betraying Dumbledore. Dumbledore was not really innocent anyway. He knew how to satisfy everyone except his enemies and those he sacrificed.
"Dumbledore?"
Professor McGonagall gasped angrily, her chest rising and falling.
"Tell me clearly what's going on?"
Professor Sprout had some guesses. When she took Harry and Ron to the school hospital to see Hermione and Ginny who were petrified a few months ago, she realized that Dumbledore was still cultivating saviors, so she was on the sidelines at this time.
He did not interrupt, but shook his head at Flitwick, who had been watching the development of the situation, and signaled him not to get involved yet.
"It's Potter, Professor McGonagall."
"Potter?"
"The Savior Training Program, maybe Dumbledore didn't give it a name, but that's what it means."
Professor McGonagall covered her forehead in a daze, closed her eyes and asked uncertainly: "In order to cultivate Potter, you create danger for Hogwarts?"
"Like last year?"
No, Professor McGonagall said angrily: It's even worse. Last year we only created a few difficulties, but this year we made the little wizards petrified!
Bree shook her head.
"Perhaps we can see Dumbledore's behavior at the beginning of school. At that time, he changed his attitude, but as danger came uninvited, he changed his mind."
"We can't forget the words on the wall when we were first petrified - the secret chamber has been opened, and those who are enemies of the Dark Lord, beware!"
"This may have stirred up Dumbledore's nerves. Voldemort came last year. Although his soul escaped, we are not sure whether he left Hogwarts."
"So Dumbledore wants to lure him out and cultivate a savior on this basis."
"I wanted to tell the story about the basilisk before, but Dumbledore's attitude stopped me. I understood that Dumbledore wanted to let Harry kill Voldemort again, and I knew the dagger clearly.
It's a weapon against basilisks."
dagger?
"No wonder, no wonder, this is your purpose, Dumbledore!"
Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered the dagger and diary in Harry's hand, and said in disbelief: "We have to get Harry back. He is just a 12-year-old child, not a savior!"
At this time, there was a cry and the fiery red phoenix appeared in the house.
The phoenix lovingly rubbed its head against Bri's feet, while a letter hung around its neck.
Professor McGonagall stared hard, took off the letter, and opened it.
"Dumbledore hopes that I can stabilize Hogwarts until he comes back, and temporarily stop the professors from patrolling, so that the little wizards can attend classes normally."
Professor McGonagall's eyes were cold and he continued: "He said he would let Phoenix watch and would not let the little wizard get hurt again."
"Does he really know?"
"Two more little wizards were attacked today, what's the use of a phoenix!"
Professor McGonagall threw the letter away, covered her face and cried: "We have to find a way ourselves, we can't all listen to him."
"The children trust us, we can't let them down!"
Professor McGonagall was a little excited. Dumbledore had a great influence on her. Perhaps the person she admired most in her life was Dumbledore, but now she was disappointed.
Professor Sprout supported McGonagall and encouraged: "Believe in yourself, there is a group of little wizards behind us."
Professor Flitwick also walked over at this time, nodded to Bree, and then said: "Perhaps I can put some warning spells in the corridor, and activate the rooms that are not allowed to be opened. This can ensure that some
Safety."
"Oh, you think very well, Professor Flitwick."
Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears and immediately cheered up, but now she had another question she wanted to ask.
"Brie, tell me truthfully, do you also know how to speak snake language?"
Sprout and Flitwick both looked at Bree following McGonagall's words. The eyes of the three professors were worried, and Bree was also very honest.
"Yes, I can speak snake language, I can understand the language of snakes..."
"Oh!" Professor McGonagall covered her chest, her lips trembling so much that she didn't know what to say. She had obviously expected it, but she was still shocked when she heard Bree say it.
"You're not going to tell me a lie, Bree?"
Professor McGonagall complained in her tone, causing Sprout on the side to also have a helpless expression.
Professor Sprout was about to speak for Bree, but he heard Bree continue: "No, I think you misunderstood Professor."
"My parsel language is not innate, unlike Potter. I learned it from the book "The Secret of Slytherin." Bree pointed at the book that McGonagall did not return to him.
"And I can not only understand snake language, but also the language of other creatures. This can stand the test."
"I learned my snake language from a 'snake' that had escaped. It took a lot of effort to learn it from scratch."
"Is it true?" Professor McGonagall exhaled, then ruffled Bree's hair, and said sternly: "Why don't you finish it in one breath, you little naughty bitch!"
Then, Professor McGonagall sighed again, lowered her head, and for the first time said unabashedly and gently: "Dumbledore is always suspicious, you don't need to pay attention to him, you can tell the professors anything, and we will help."
You, he doesn't dare to do anything to you."
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"Next, we need to find Potter and ask him to go see the so-called secret room with us. Since the old snake can only open it, then we will wait for him to come back."
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Professor McGonagall didn't ask Bree to do it. He didn't want Bree to get involved too much, and the dagger was still in Harry's possession.
"Since Dumbledore wants this, let's let Potter be a hero for once and see if Dumbledore is watching!"
Several professors looked at each other, and then Professor McGonagall said to Bree: "Go back and rest. The professors have to hold another meeting. The previous decisions have been overturned. Hogwarts cannot be destroyed by Dumbledore's indulgence."
Lose."
Bree nodded, but before leaving, he said: "I think you should talk to Dumbledore after he comes back. Don't pretend to be a fool just because he is a hundred years old. Eat less candies and exercise more instead of cultivating a savior."
, it is better to become stronger yourself, Voldemort cannot really fly away from death."
After saying that, Bree left the room under the solemn expressions of several professors, and the hall outside was silent, with only a few professors left.
Silvanus Kettleburn, the current professor of Care of Magical Creatures, a professor with a prosthetic limb, saw Bree coming out and immediately said: "I'll take you back to your dormitory."
The other professors continued to stay until Professor McGonagall called them into the room to discuss subsequent patrols and protective measures to ensure that the little wizards could spend this semester safely.
…
Bree, who was sent back to the Slytherin Lounge by Professor Kettleburn, looked at the crowd of little wizards with twinkling eyes. When she saw a worried little platinum-blonde head, she walked over.
"What did the professors tell you?"
Draco's words made the little snakes around them prick up their ears, and Bree didn't hide them.
"The professors are discussing setting up protective magic for Hogwarts and setting up some rooms that should not be opened, so you can't go out at will in the future. Keep a low profile."
Bree, who was well aware of this matter, sighed silently, but he still didn't tell Tom. This semester, Tom's temper was very to his liking. If it weren't for the weird "father incident", he would never have told Tom.
You won't be so confused.
Even making Tom a house elf was just a temporary irritation, but...
Who could control a young Voldemort?
Bree wasn't sure, maybe letting him continue to be a diary was the right choice.
Touching the notes in his pocket, Bree had some ideas. His notes may still lack a soul like Ver, who would not betray him and could continue to live in this world.
"Draco, go back to your dormitory."
Ignoring the messy common room, Bree took Draco back to the dormitory.
"I'm going out for a while, but don't go out. If I don't come back tomorrow, don't worry."
"Where are you going?"
Draco grabbed Bree and asked in a low voice: "You don't want to find the basilisk, do you? How can you take what you say in the hall seriously? Don't do anything stupid!"
Bree pulled away Draco's hand and whispered: "I'm going to find Potter. The dagger in his hand can kill the basilisk."
And the diary is also with him. Bree must get it back now because Dumbledore is back!