Chapter 48: Cliché

　　 "No matter what the truth is, I can't let them down." The joints of her fingers have been whitened by her pinch,
　　Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy's seat, sitting down as pretentiously as possible.
　　 "Huh?" Sensing the movement around him, Malfoy glanced at her, and then he looked away.
　　 Hermione immediately tightened. "Is there a flaw?" Hermione felt tight all over her body.
　　 "Well, the dean is so powerful, this robe can't be seen stained with ink." Malfoy was looking at her robe. "Right, didn't that Potter come back with you?" he continued to ask.
"He's still being taught by Professor Si..." Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and then replied, Snape almost blurted out a moment ago, and the heart she let go of was almost hung up again, but it was changed again. .
　　 "Our dean really cares about Potter," Malfoy said with a smile. He remembered the yummy YY of the previous life and couldn't help but get goose bumps.
　　 said that he was also a victim of BL.
　　 "How about, I think you must be in a mood to eat, or shall we go back to the lounge?" After ridiculing himself, Malfoy asked Hermione.
　　 "Okay." Hermione tried not to let herself speak as much as possible, and this was just to her liking, so it was convenient for people to talk less.
　　 Malfoy only felt that his brain was about to explode, so he decided to relax. "Tiao.Teach" Pansy should be a good way to relax. He feels that it is necessary to test his teaching achievements today.
　　The absence of the two did not attract much attention. Most students' attention was still on the food in front of them.
　　 They walked through the passages and finally came to an empty, wet stone wall. Through this, they could reach the Slytherin lounge.
　　 "Purebred." Malfoy said.
　　 A stone door hidden in the stone wall opened slowly. Malfoy strode in, followed by Hermione.
This is Hermione’s first visit to Slytherin’s common room, and perhaps the last time. This is a long, low basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone, round and glowing The green light was chained and hung from the ceiling. Under a beautifully carved mantelpiece in front of them, a crackling fire was burning, perhaps it was too early, and most students were still eating in the auditorium, except now two of them, one person No, the light of the flames in the fireplace reflected the figures of Hermione and Malfoy.
　　 "Old rules." Malfoy approached Hermione and said to her.
"What is he going to do?" Hermione felt like she was blushing like a cooked crab. She only remembered that it seemed that Malfoy and Pansy had always been intimate. .
　　 "Well, the face is so red, is it a fever?" Malfoy reached for Hermione's forehead. "No, the temperature is normal." He looked at Hermione and said, "I don't eat you, it's useless to pretend to be sick. This kind of thing can't be careless." Reach towards her.
　　 "What the is he going to do better?" Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode. The teenage girls were ignorant of that, and it was normal to be cranky.
"Okay." Malfoyson returned his hand. "I forgot you didn't bring a wand." Malfoy touched his chin, swept his gaze to the other side, and walked over. Picking up an ordinary wand, it is estimated that one of Crabbe and Gower fell here.
　　 "It will be used." Malfoy threw it over and threw it to Hermione. "Don't be dazed." Malfoy stood there dumbly after seeing Hermione catching the wand, and he didn't get angry. "What are you waiting for?" he asked.
　　 "Except for your weapon!" A red light suddenly emerged from the tip of Malfoy's wand and shot sharply at Hermione.
　　 "Armor protector!" Hermione thought she was found, and her heart was like a mess of tangles, but she still subconsciously used an iron armor curse.
　　 The spell was bounced away, rushed to the flame in the fireplace, and disappeared into invisible.
　　 "Not bad." Malfoy's frowned frown stretched out before, and his tone seemed very happy. "Progress is not small," he said.
　　Hermione took a breath, and now she was guessing the reason for his performance just now, and she was even more embarrassed by the shameful thoughts she had just made.
"Isn't this a good opportunity to get into the topic?" Hermione flashed her eyes and said in a complaining tone: "But it's useless to meet a basilisk." Her heart was like a heavy hammer. I am afraid to hear a sentence like: "It's okay, that's what I control."
　　 Malfoy looked at Hermione with strange eyes and said, "You actually care about the Basilisk? Didn't you always say that I and Dumbledore can protect you, are you not worried at all?"
　　 After hearing Yan Hermione regretted for a while, feeling that he had entered again, and began to get nervous again, fearing that he might be seen through.
But Malfoy only said so. He then added: "It is really useless if they really encounter a basilisk." He seemed to have thought of a headache and took a breath and said: "The basilisk's skin is very good. It may have the characteristics of armor like dragon skin, and it can reflect the spells hitting it. Only its eyes and mouth are the only weak links of defense." He shook his head. "Although it is reluctant, the wizard faces He may only be able to succeed with physical damage. A slightly weaker spell may be rebounded."
　　 "But don't worry, the Basilisk will only target non-pure blood wizards, you are safe."
Hermione's mood was both a little bit happy and a little bit lost. I was glad to see this answer. Malfoy wasn't a man who controlled the basilisk. What was lost was that she didn't find the truth, but she still asked: "Nar... The Slane family was petrified."
Malfoy glanced at Hermione suspiciously: "You are a bit strange today, don't you usually care about these?" But then continued: "He should have other reasons." Malfoy's words were unclear and made Hermione again. Suspicious.
　　 "How could he know that there are other reasons, isn't it..." Hermione was reluctant to imagine it anymore, and she was obviously already suspicious of her life and could only talk about other things.
Questions and answers, but it’s all right, but Hermione feels her doubts are deeper. Malfoy’s answer makes people suspicious. Hermione feels that she is farther from the truth. She even thinks: "Is he even Are the closest people hiding?"
Suddenly, there were waves of footsteps outside the door. It should be the other students who came back. Hermione estimated the time. The efficacy of the compound decoction was about to pass. She had to find an excuse to leave. Any effect, instead, made Hermione more at a loss.
　　When Hermione was looking for an excuse to leave, something happened.
　　 "What did you just say?" Malfoy asked a female student who had just come in.
　　 "I said that I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girl's bathroom, and he said he seemed to have found clues to the basilisk there." The female student showed an expression of admiration. Now Lockhart is like a savior for the well-being of the people, giving up the rare holiday of Christmas and taking risks for the safety of the students.
　　 A male teacher strolling in the girl's bathroom is definitely abnormal enough, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.
　　 "The opportunity is coming." Malfoy felt excited for a while, and Riddle finally got his shot. Then he held Hermione's shoulder and said, "I'm in a hurry at the moment, so stay here and don't go anywhere."
　　'S ability to make up the brain is powerful. Before the truth is known, any little action can make the brain make up the "truth" that is wrong. At this moment, Malfoy was like Hercules, who was found to have exposed her heels in Hermione's eyes, desperately trying to cover her weaknesses, and her heart caught again.
　　 But she nodded composurely and said, "Okay."
　　 Malfoy immediately got up, ran all the way, and ran out of the door, but the excitement on his face changed to another meaning in Hermione's eyes.
　　 "No, I want to stop him." Hermione said to herself. "Professor Lockhart is also there."
After a while, when Malfoy left, she hurriedly left the Slytherin common room. She didn’t even have time to change her clothes back. She was afraid that she would have another victim later, she She never thought of reporting to other teachers, because Lockhart was there, and she believed him.
　　 Perhaps she also brought a little selfishness, hoping that if someone can get lost, only one or two people will know his repentance, so that he will not be fired.
Hermione walked through the dim corridors, and the walls of those corridors were still flashing the words left when the basilisk came out to harm the students. Her heart was very anxious, and she walked to the crying Myrtle's bathroom At the door, she suddenly heard a familiar and unfamiliar syllable, which was Malfoy's voice.
Intuitively telling her that she should write them down. As she remembered, she recalled that these syllables seemed to be the weird words Harry said on the stage, which made her more confused: "Harry is also with this Does it matter?" She shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence, and Harry should be being trained by Snape now.
　　 Not much time later, the sound stopped, and she rushed into the bathroom, and found that the crying Myrtle was sitting on the water tank of the innermost toilet bowl, and was trembling.
　　 Hermione thought that ghosts should not be afraid of this emotion.
"Third!" Myrtle's voice sounded very weak. "The person who came here today, you are the third." Her voice was reminiscent of fear, and she seemed to recall very bad things herself. Memory~EbookFREE.me~ What about them now? "Hermione couldn't help but ask, she needs to hurry up. If it's usual, she might choose to praise the two words of Myrtle, and then set out the words.
　　Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried over to the pool and looked ordinary. She checked it inside, out, up and down, and didn't even let the water pipes underneath.
　　 "This faucet never comes out of water." I don't know why, my mom's tone suddenly became happy.
　　 "What about those two people just now?"
My face was full of fear again, and I whispered, "Both of them said something to the faucet that I didn't understand...and it turned out..." With a scream, he rose into the air, turned around, planted his head down into the toilet, splashed the water on Hermione, and then disappeared.
　　Hermione had no choice. She knew she could no longer ask for other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and began to imitate the sound she had just heard.
　　 This kind of sound is very strange, just like the scream made by snake hiss.
　　 Suddenly, the faucet emits a dazzling white light and starts to rotate rapidly. Then the pool also moved. They watched the pool slowly disappear from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could allow a person to get in.
　　Will Gryffindor be afraid of danger? of course! No one is afraid of danger, but will they flinch from it? This answer is also obvious.
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