Malfoy successfully aroused the interest of the Slytherin students present, and he soon began his own "Secret Chamber of Secrets".
Of course, in Malfoy's description, all his knowledge of the Chamber of Secrets was based on the information left behind by his family.
"... When you walk through the green and mysterious stone paths, when you walk through the stone pillars with big snakes coiled around them, you will stand on a small circular square... I bet that no one is watching.
You can still remain calm after seeing what is in front of you. You will feel the cold air starting to rise crazily from your tailbone, and the sound of you swallowing hard will be clearly audible in the silent and empty secret room..."
It has to be said that Malfoy is a good storyteller. Even if he has no experience at all, just relying on the information given by Sean and some of his own processing, the whole story seems extremely vivid.
The Slytherins present held their breath unconsciously, they were completely attracted by this weird and mysterious secret room.
Malfoy gasped for breath, and after seeing the eager expressions of the students around him, he showed an expression of satisfaction and pride.
With everyone looking expectantly, he continued: "That is a huge, intimidating statue. It is as tall as the entire room. You have to try your best to raise your head until your neck feels like it is broken."
Only then can you see the face of that statue clearly..."
"The green light lingers around the statue, and those magical rune symbols are constantly flashing on the surface of the statue. Just looking at it will make your eyes sting and shed tears, and your legs will tremble unconsciously... tight
Then!" Malfoy's loud voice made everyone around him tremble, "You will find that knowledge appears in your dizzy head! Yes, that is an ancient curse that represents supreme power!"
"You can learn a magic spell just by looking at it! At this time, you will also realize which great existence the statue in front of you is..."
Malfoy's voice was sometimes deep and sometimes gentle, and everyone was aroused by his story. At this point, everyone had guesses about the owner of the statue, but they were also looking forward to hearing it from Malfoy's mouth.
There was a moment of silence in the Slytherin common room. Seeing that the performance was effective, Malfoy's eyes flashed with pride. He stood up and stretched out his hands, his face full of solemnity.
"That's...the great Salazar Slytherin!"
Like a signal, when Malfoy read Slytherin's name, the eyes of the students in the common room lit up and they held their breaths.
At the same time, something happened that no one expected.
"Hiss-ha-" An ancient, thick whisper came from nowhere, causing everyone to look around in panic.
Even Malfoy was so startled that he collapsed on the spot. He looked around in panic, wondering if this mysterious movement was because of him.
This is what Sean said, will he help me? Malfoy thought in surprise and panic.
What was pleasantly surprised was that with this combination, the effect of his story was immediately maximized. What was shocking was why Sean could make such weird noises.
In the small secret room passage separated from the common room by the wall, a basilisk wearing funny glasses was whispering in boredom.
So boring...I really want to go back and eat fish...I really want to go back and plate a plate of Airwing's head...
In the common room, the whispers gradually fell silent. The Slytherin students who stood up in shock looked at each other in horror, and then all looked at Malfoy.
Malfoy pretended to be calm and straightened his tie. He sat back on the chair uncomfortably, his nostrils almost reaching the ceiling.
"Humph, this is the great Slytherin. When you can peek into a corner of its secrets, the whole Hogwarts will respond to you."
The Slytherin students were all stunned and looked at each other in disbelief.
Although Malfoy usually has a bad record of bragging, they seemed to be unable to believe what they saw.
In the lounge, the crowd's discussion grew from quiet to loud, and eventually became more and more enthusiastic.
This is the great Slytherin!
The students gathered around Malfoy, wanting him to tell more secrets.
Malfoy waved his hand rather dissatisfied, asking the restless students to step back a little.
"This is related to the secrets of the Malfoy family, and more importantly, the great Slytherin. How can I tell you all? Moreover, even the ancestors of the Malfoy family have not been able to find out all the secrets of Slytherin. Huh, don't blame me for not
Let me remind you that in the thousand-year history of Hogwarts, many ignorant and fearless wizards were buried in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. They tried to control Slytherin's legacy, and the result was that they didn't even know how they died."
This news made others calm down a bit, but some also raised questions.
"But the basilisk is already dead. Besides, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is reserved for pure-blood wizards. Why would he kill those who come after him?"
Good question! Just waiting for you!
Malfoy did not let the joy appear on his face, but snorted disdainfully.
"whispering sound."
His attitude made others puzzled and made others more curious.
Under questioning, Malfoy had an expression that said, "I'm not happy to tell you idiots, but I've decided to give you a chance." He stood up and said, "Everyone, do you think that anyone can be called a real person?"
Slytherin?"
The students looked at each other hesitantly, seeing the hesitation and lack of confidence in the eyes of those around them.
Malfoy continued: "Salazar Slytherin is a true careerist and the greatest of the Big Four. His requirements for future generations cannot be achieved by casting a few magic spells in the classroom.
.My friends, think carefully about what kind of house Slytherin is."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He lowered his head and sighed, hiding the joy in his eyes.
He likes the feeling of everyone listening to what he says, and the feeling of being able to control other people's moods with words.
"I have even seen horrifying news in the ancient books at home..." Malfoy's tone dropped.
Talk, talk! Keep talking! The little snakes felt itchy all over. The Malfoy in front of them was even more hateful than those novel authors who broke chapters at key places.
After experiencing enough upset and gnashing of teeth, Malfoy sighed deeply and looked at everyone with an incomprehensible look.
"Someone once heard Salazar Slytherin whisper..."
Everyone raised their ears and held their breath.
"The remaining gaze has been watching the entire castle, and he said... Slytherin House is becoming more and more disappointing..."
This news hit the little snakes like a bolt from the blue.
They have always been the proudest Slytherin. They are proud of their bloodline and their college, and the Slytherin they regard as a great man...
For the first time, the little snakes felt helpless.
"Draco, why?" someone turned around and asked.
Malfoy shook his head silently, as if he didn't know.
When the exploding water calmed down, a trace of hesitation flashed in Malfoy's eyes, and he said softly: "I am going to set up an association. The goal of the association is to find out the secrets left by Slytherin, and of course, to let me
, let us become better and more competent Slytherins."
As soon as he said this, the other little snakes glanced at him with hesitation on their faces.
Is it too early... Malfoy was slightly flustered.
Sean told him that the establishment of an association should be proposed when the time is ripe enough, and should not be done too hastily... But just now I felt that the time was very ripe...
Malfoy did not show his panic, and finally just walked away lightly.
Crabbe seemed to want to catch up and say something, but Malfoy ignored him.
In the corner, Osman's eyes lit up as he had been staring at this scene.
After a day of observation, he was almost certain that the person who disgusted him was Crabbe. The guy would glance at him from time to time. There were always bulging bags in his robe, and he even saw red liquid dripping. Only
However, Crabbe quickly erased the traces without being caught.
That kid must be resentful and want to take revenge on himself for being flattered by Malfoy.
Just wait, you will definitely regret it when I officially become a member of the special operations investigation team... Osman's eyes were gloomy.
As for the story Malfoy just told, he, like most Slytherin students, believed most of it, but it would take some time to wait and see whether he would join this association.
However, at least one thing is certain. After tonight, Malfoy's reputation in the academy will rapidly expand. As long as there is a good opportunity, his association will also grow.
This is indeed a good opportunity to squeeze out Crabbe and join Malfoy.
Of course, he needed to have evidence, otherwise Malfoy would not ignore him and punish his followers amid the news of the establishment of the association.
After thinking about all this, Osman walked towards the dormitory, but as soon as he opened the door, an object hit him on the head.
Another bloody dead rat!
"Ahhh!" he screamed frantically.
This Crabbe who has killed a thousand swords! He and Malfoy just walked towards the dormitory, who else could it be but this bastard!
Don't catch me red-handed! Osman almost broke his own teeth.
The next day, Malfoy's words spread throughout Hogwarts. Some people sneered and some hesitated, but it was undeniable that Malfoy did receive the attention of many people.
At the same time, Umbridge did not punish Malfoy for this. She was now almost blatantly favoring Slytherin students. If it was Sean or whoever spread this kind of news, he would definitely be invited to her office for tea.
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At the same time, news of Osman's torture also spread. Umbridge investigated everyone seriously, but did not catch the prisoner.
As the days passed, Malfoy told several mysterious stories every night as usual. His reputation in Slytherin was getting higher and higher, and the 'Glory Society' he founded had begun to have members join it.
Osman is still tortured by dead rats, and his recent mental state has been approaching the edge of collapse. Normally, students from other colleges would be scolded if they bumped into him accidentally.
At this time, Sean was manipulating a silver thread in the Room of Requirement.
Hermione and Daisy both watched his movements and did not dare to speak loudly.
Until Sean let go of the wand, the silver thread fell into the glass bottle.
"Sean, are you confident?" Hermione asked.
Sean shrugged: "If it's a large fragment of memory, I can't do it with my current ability, but if it's a repeated fragment, it's not a big problem."
Yes, he is compiling a new memory.
Forgetting spells, weaving spells, etc. all belong to the category of memory spells. A simple forgetting spell will only make the person who is cursed forget an entire paragraph. If other wizards check the memory, they will easily find something wrong, while the weaving spell is
Forge a new memory and add it to that person's mind.
Of course, weaving memories is a very difficult magic, especially when there are various changing pictures and scenes, and you have to quickly fill in the gaps in the memory after casting the forgetting spell.
Therefore, Sean chose a tricky approach. He only changed an entire repetitive scene, and the changes in the scene were very small.
And this, of course, is prepared for Umbridge and little Aiken.
Now, just wait for the time to come.
The next day, Umbridge announced to everyone that in order to better manage the students, she would select a group of people from the student body to join the special operations investigation team.
Osman, who was nearly going crazy after being tortured by the dead rat, finally received good news. He became the first member of the investigation team.
This wiped away all the gloom and anger he had felt these days, and he even glared at Crabbe fiercely in front of him.
Crabbe looked confused. He had been wondering recently, why Osman was targeting him so much? Of course, he was never the one who suffered, so he returned the same vicious look.
Osman was furious and began to think about how to deal with this idiot.
Free afternoon.
Crabbe, with a dark face, walked into the bathroom on the first floor. He placed a heavy package by the sink, turned on the faucet, stretched out his hands and scrubbed vigorously.
A faint red color flowed down the water, and Crabbe was still mumbling from time to time.
"Damn the mouse! If not..."
"Click!" The loud sound of the shutter sounded, and Crabbe turned his head and saw Osman holding the magic camera.
"What are you taking pictures of?!" Crabbe shouted.
A cruel smile appeared on Osman's face: "Asshole, I finally caught him..."
"What are you talking about?!" Crabbe's eyes widened.
Osman ignored Crabbe completely and took out his wand.
"Idiot, Mrs. Umbridge gave me the right to manage students..."
"who do you think You Are?!"
Before Crabbe finished speaking, Osman actually fired a whipping spell!