Bree placed the prepared paper on Professor McGonagall's desk and let Professor McGonagall read it. As time passed, Professor McGonagall frowned. She had never thought that Bree's special power would be like this.
presented in front of her.
In these few papers, conjectures about whether this kind of magic power can be accepted by wizards are clearly expressed, and many of the methods have a hint of feasibility.
Especially the last paper, about the natural creation of the Patronus Charm.
"This paper will bring a revolution to the wizarding world, my dear boy."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Bree, and then put away the papers on the table.
She said very seriously, "Are you sure you want to announce it? In my opinion, this will bring you trouble. Of course, I believe that they will not break into Hogwarts so blatantly before they have researched something, but
, I don’t understand, I don’t think you would be an old scholar.”
I would give up my current stability for academics.
The fantasy game is already famous enough for Bree. If this paper is published that reveals what natural magic is and how to explore it, it will bring a lot of attention to Bree.
"Professor, I think you have heard of the Ode family."
Oude...
Professor McGonagall was stunned and said with a hint of confusion, "I didn't expect you to care about this?"
In an instant, Professor McGonagall laughed again.
"If that's what you think, I wouldn't be surprised, you ambitious little guy."
From Professor McGonagall's point of view, it is not a bad thing to create a family of your own. In other words, the current wizarding world is originally an environment where families are distinguished. How could McGonagall and Minerva not be a member of a family?
However, Professor McGonagall has been teaching at Hogwarts and has not been too involved in the direct affairs of her family.
"Then I wish you good luck, Bri. I will show this paper to other professors and then help you publish it. With the joint signatures of several of our professors, I think it still has some status in academic newspapers. In recent years, academic newspapers
It’s not very interesting, so I thought this would be your gift for Christmas.”
"Thank you, Professor." Bree smiled and nodded, "Then Merry Christmas, Professor, you can pay more attention to the owl tomorrow."
With that said, Bree said goodbye to the professor and walked towards the Slytherin common room.
"Um, Miss Astoria?"
"What's up?"
At the door of the lounge, Astoria was standing holding a gift box. The cold corridor was empty and seemed a little deserted. At this time, all the little wizards got on the train home, but there were also some little wizards who chose
Got to stay in school.
"Oude...this is a Christmas gift for you. I'm sorry, my owl is sick. I haven't used the owl in the school, so I gave it to you myself."
It's not easy to refuse a Christmas gift.
Taking the gift box from Astoria's hand, the bells decorated on it jingled.
"Thank you, Miss Astoria, but you'd better go back and rest. It's very cold today, so it's better to be in front of the warm fireplace."
Bree was gentle and honest, and at the same time, he reminded Astoria to get out of the way. He didn't want the cold wind to blow here.
"Oh, oh okay."
Astoria followed Bree into the lounge. In the lounge, there were many Slytherin students who stayed. When these little wizards saw her coming in behind Bree, they were all slightly curious.
Looking over, she blushed and ran back to her dormitory.
"Uh-huh, in a blink of an eye, I'm here to find you again." Draco sat in the warmest seat next to the fireplace, half-squinted his eyes, looked at the box in Bree's hand, curled his lips and said, "It's so ugly.
, only unruly guys would think of giving gifts to others before Christmas, are all the owls being caught to make roast chicken?"
Bree put the box on the table in the lounge, sat on the sofa nearby, and said softly, "Maybe you should learn to be tolerant, Draco."
In the lounge, the flames of the fireplace were fluttering, and most of the people who had not gone home were preparing gifts to give out, such as Pansy and Azar.
Azar secretly looked at Brie, with confusion flashing in his eyes. He seemed to already know something, such as who was the one who attacked him last year.
"Hey Ode, can I talk to you?"
Azar approached Bree cautiously, put on a smile, and did not flinch even when he saw Draco's stinky face.
"That person is Fu Di..."
"Oh, please shut up, idiot!" Draco was frightened when he heard a few words popping out of Azar's mouth, and cursed quickly, and then said, "You are not a British wizard, but you are in England now.
I think your mother should have told you about the taboos here."
"Also, if you want to investigate anything, please do it yourself and don't provoke us."
Draco looked at Bree and said, "Let's go out for a walk. Is it possible that we stay in Hogwarts just to occupy the lounge? Don't just wait around."
After telling Bree, Draco said to Pansy, "Please, the beautiful Miss Pansy, can you help Bree check whether the gift from the Greengrass family has been laced with a love drug? See you later."
Bree shrugged helplessly and stood up with Draco.
Pansy forced a smile. She still wanted to go out with Draco, but it seemed that she couldn't.
"Okay, Draco, but make sure you're back before dinner."
As a young lady from an ancient family, she has good manners and understands that when a man goes out, he only needs to give him time to return without asking any questions, so Pansy helped Draco stop Azar who wanted to chase him out.
"Mr. Azar, you'd better not keep doing stupid things. Also, that adult can't tell you, otherwise your mother won't be able to save you."
Pansy saw that Azar looked a little sick due to long-term illness, covered his mouth and coughed, then sat down with a smile.
Here, Draco and Bree left the lounge and walked on the stairs.
Draco said, "That is to say, you are not often in Slytherin, otherwise Azar's neurotic style will definitely refresh your understanding of him. Sometimes I really wonder why there is such a thing in the snake's den."
A lion got in. Is the Sorting Hat really broken?"
Speaking of the Sorting Hat, Draco asked curiously, "By the way, is there any difference between Gryffindor's sword in the Sorting Hat? When you hold it in your hand, do you feel that your whole body is full of power, like in a storybook?"
As said..."
Walking to the entrance of the secret room on the second floor, Bree heard Draco's strange speech and shook his head and said, "It's just a sharp sword. It's made of special materials and can suppress magic power, so it can kill people covered in black magic."
The breathy basilisk."
Pushing open the bathroom door, Bree took Draco and walked in.
After the basilisk was discovered here last semester, it was sealed off by the professors. Of course, for Bree, this was just a matter of unlocking the spell.
"How are we going to get in? I heard it requires parseltongue. Do we need to knock Potter out and capture him?"
Draco was a little excited and rubbed his wrist, ready to move.
Bree smiled, then heard a hiss in his mouth.
"Open!"
"Uh!" Draco looked at Bree in surprise, and saw the door to the secret room slowly appearing in the bathroom.
"Don't be surprised, it's just Parseltongue. You can master it if you just learn it." Bree seemed to have forgotten Voldemort's dislike of him when he learned Parseltongue with Voldemort last semester. Now he was very pretentious, making Draco confused.
Stunned.
"Really, is Parseltongue simple?" Draco looked into Bree's eyes suspiciously. He thought that maybe Bree knew it from the beginning, but she just didn't say it out loud.
When Bree saw this, her eyes suddenly turned red for a moment, which made Draco's legs twitch in fright.
"Hmph, let's go."
After passing through a long and narrow passage, Bree and Draco came underground. Draco said dissatisfiedly, "There is nothing interesting here, the basilisks are all dead."
Although he said this, Draco still looked around, feeling the excitement of exploration all over his body.
"The basilisk is just a guard kept here. Things are hidden here."
Bree and Draco came to the underground hall. The statue of the old man here was still standing. Under the deep eyes, there was full of black light, as if watching Draco and Bree who entered here.
"Hiss, hiss..."
"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Along with Buri's snake language, the statue opened its mouth, and a deep passage appeared in front of them.
"Go in." Brie didn't feel the dangerous aura, but still took the lead into the passage.
There was a loud echo in the passage. Bri scanned lightly and found snake-like patterns on the walls of the passage, which were covered with a lot of magic power.
"Slytherin's secret room is not the wet place outside. According to rumors, every giant has his own treasure, and they all left it in Hogwarts. The treasure that belongs to Slytherin
It could very well be here, but alas..."
Bree shook her head and said to Draco who looked curious, "I was fortunate enough to meet a descendant of Slytherin. He told me that Slytherin's wealth had long been taken away by his descendants.
Although his wisdom remains in Hogwarts, it is not suitable for the current wizarding world."
"You know Slytherin in his later years, Draco."
Draco nodded. Many pure-blood families have records about Slytherin himself.
Rumor has it that in Slytherin's later years, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He was crazy, arrogant, tyrannical, and extreme. He began to study some strange black magic and even conducted ** experiments, and was eventually defeated by the other three giants.
They found out that they stopped Slytherin, but for his research and ideas, Slytherin resolutely cut ties with other giants and left Hogwarts.
"Is Slytherin looking for immortality, Bree?" Draco asked.
"As a descendant of Slytherin, isn't the mysterious man looking for eternal life?"
Draco looked deep into the passage, feeling a little worried about Bree coming here this time, fearing that Bree was also in the secret room on this road. In his heart, Bree was probably a descendant of Slytherin.
"This, I don't know, that was all a thousand years ago."
Brie smiled, and a wide platform appeared in front of her, and a small door came into view.
"go in."
Bree slowly opened the door. There was nothing weird inside. Instead, it looked like a classroom, filled with experimental items and some bookshelves. The bookshelves were full of manuscripts. On the podium, there were also
There are some gorgeous quills.
"Oh, I feel like I've walked into the Potions classroom." Draco slapped his nose with his hand, looking at the contents of the bottles and jars and feeling obviously uncomfortable.
"Mr. Slytherin is a master of potions. Of course, he is also very famous for his alchemy."
Bree looked around, but the value of the things here was not high. According to Voldemort, every generation of Slytherin's descendants knew about this secret room. Many people had been here, and almost everyone who knew them had
All the helpful things were taken away, and most of what was left behind were things they couldn't study or understand.
Bree saw a book on the podium.
"Ancient souls." Bree muttered softly, then ignored the black gas rising above and opened the page of the book.
"Oh, Bree..." Seeing that there was nothing he could do about the black energy in the book, Draco swallowed and his voice became softer and softer.
However, he didn't dare to touch the things here. He just stayed closer to Bri. He always felt that it was a bit eerie here.
Brie flipped through the books and quickly finished reading the book. The things on it were indeed very strange, especially the one that said that this world had suffered a soul crisis, and the soul always went to another world in a strange way, and that the road connected the two worlds.
The gate to the world has also been suppressed to prevent the world from becoming barren.
Bree put the book down. This was not what he was looking for. He came here to find information about the Resurrection Stone, not to read story books.
"Hey, Bree, have you noticed that there seems to be something extra here? That portrait, I remember it wasn't... eh?"
Draco pointed at the portrait on the wall and suddenly became unable to move, as if his whole body was under a petrification spell.
Bree frowned.
The painting was clearly filled with misty black fog just now, but now, a young and coquettish man appeared on it.
"Mr. Slytherin?"
Buri did not feel any malice, only a familiar soul power in the painting.
The portrait did not respond to Bri for a long time, but Bri believed in his feelings, and the surroundings seemed to start to shake. The wall behind the podium began to shake, and a hidden door appeared.
"It's the breath of the source of the world..." A melodious and aria-like words came, slowly advancing like a noble son singing on the stage.
"Amazing young man, I hope you took the trouble to come here not to say that Hogwarts is gone and Slytherin has become history."
In the portrait, the young man looked at Bree, as if he wanted to see through Bree. He glanced at Draco casually and said quickly, "Maybe you need to leave him alone for a while."
The hidden door opened, and what came into view was a gorgeous and noble silver-green study room.