Vol 2 Chapter 1181:

"So, in any case, Malfoy will always have a way to get in." Fanlin rubbed his eyes, the sour feeling made Fanlin very uncomfortable. "But, well done, Dobby, I think you should go back to sleep, and find a place you like to take, or take Shining out for a stroll."
"Walk around?" Dobby's eyes lit up, "But..."
"Oh, nothing but." Fanlin quickly interrupted Fraternity's gratitude, "This is the reward you deserve."
"Oh, yes, of course." Harry affirmed.
"Kreacher did a very good job too," Hermione said quickly and kindly, but Kreacher didn't seem to be very helpful. He turned his big bloodshot eyes, and said to the ceiling in a hoarse voice." Oh, thank you Miss Granger, Kreacher, Kreacher heard...Oh, if the mistress of Kreacher knew..."
"You can go now," Fanlin quickly interrupted impatiently. Although Kreacher had changed his and Hermione's views because of Regulus, it was still difficult for Hermione. Accepted.
So Kreacher bowed deeply and then disappeared.
"You'd better go to sleep too, Dobby." Fanlin repeated, and quickly waved Dobby to leave.
"Yes, Master Al!" Dobby said happily in a high-pitched voice, and then it disappeared.
"Great, isn't it?" After the elf disappeared again, Harry turned to Fanlin and said with enthusiasm, "We already know where Malfoy has gone! He has nowhere to go now!"
"Yeah, it's great," Ron said gloomily, his thesis paper was soaked with ink, and he was trying to remove those ink marks.
Hermione pulled it up to her with a bit of incomprehension, and started to out the ink with her wand.
After all, this was done by Dobby and Kreacher. As the hostess, it was natural that Hermione had to do some aftermath work.
"But what did he do there with the'different student every time'?" Hermione said while waving her wand, "How many people are there? You never think he did what he was doing. Entrust it to so many people..."
"Yeah, it's very strange," Harry said with a frown. "I heard him say to Carat that what he did is not about Carat's business..."
Harry's voice was getting softer; he was staring at the fire.
"What's wrong, did you find anything?" Fanlin raised his eyebrows. He didn't care how Malfoy was, but the crux of the problem was... he couldn't open the door of the secret room...
"Oh my God, why am I so stupid," Harry said annoyedly. "It's obvious, isn't it? There is a large cabinet under the tower... He can steal something at any time during class..."
"Steal what?" Ron said.
"You mean... the compound decoction." Fanlin said.
"It should be the case. He stole the compound soup Slughorn showed us during the first potions class... It's not that some students who are different every time are taking care of Malfoy... That's just Carat and Gore...yes, it fits perfectly!" Harry said, jumping up and walking back and forth in front of the fireplace.
"They are stupid enough. Malfoy didn't tell them what he was going to do. They were still willing to help him... But Malfoy didn't want people to see that they were frequenting the ladies' toilet on the second floor, so he gave them a drink. The compound decoction made them look like other people... The two girls we saw on the day he didn't participate in the Quidditch competition... Ha, Kara and Gore!"
"Are you trying to say," Hermione said in a calm voice, "the little girl I helped her repair the balance--"
"Yes, of course!" Harry looked at her and said loudly, "Of course it was! Malfoy must have been in the women's bathroom at that time, so she—oh, what am I talking about?—he dropped the balance. On the ground, tell Malfoy not to come out, because there must be someone else in there! And the girl who dropped the frog egg, it must be too! We have followed him for so long and we haven't found it!"
"He turned Carat and Gore into girls?" Ron laughed and said, "Oh my God...no wonder they don't look very happy these days...I wonder how they didn't let Malfoy try... "
"Oh, they won't, how dare they, if he showed them his Dark Mark," Harry said.
"Hey... we don't know if he really has the Dark Mark," Hermione said suspiciously, rolling up Ron's already clean paper and handing it to Ron to prevent it from being hurt again.
"We will see," Harry said confidently.
"So, it's time to explain it now." Fanlin hesitated a little, it seemed that the whole women's toilet was used by Malfoy, and he entered the secret room last time.
However, according to the plan, Fanlin couldn't think of why Malfoy would need the secret room?
You only need to summon a few Death Eaters. The others are completely unnecessary. The Vanishing Cabinet can be placed anywhere... As long as it is not discovered, Malfoy needs to do that, that's it.
"Yes, we will," Hermione said, standing up and stretching her legs and feet. "But, Harry, don't get too excited. I still think you shouldn't be too excited if you don't know what's there. Go there. Also, I don’t think you should forget," she said, raising her schoolbag to her shoulders, and looking at Harry seriously, "What you should concentrate on now is to get from Slughorn His memory. Good night!"
Hermione walked to the girls' dormitory. Harry felt a little unhappy when he watched the dormitory door close behind her. He turned to Ron, "What do you think?"
"I hope I can apparate like a house elf," Ron said, looking at the place where Dobby had disappeared. "My apparitions test report is still in the bag."
After speaking, Ron's enthusiasm seemed to dissipate. Hermione helped Ron complete the final work, and now only Harry and Fanlin were left here.
"So, what about you?" Harry asked keenly.
"I don't know..." Fanlin shook his head. He felt it necessary to discuss this matter with Dumbledore, even though Dumbledore had made up his mind to disappear for a while to complete the role swap?
Dumbledore tried to master the power to defeat the of death, and the Arctic Tomb was a choice, because although the magic power of the old world was scarce, the upper limit of the ability seemed not too strict.
And now, Dumbledore has not let him enter the main tomb, but stopped on the first floor of the black tower. For the inside, Dumbledore and Nicholas are basically silent.
This makes Fanlin a little irritable, it seems...
"However, I don't recommend that you go there now." Fanlin said, he was a little confused why Voldemort would tell Malfoy the location of the secret room and help him in.
Always attack Hogwarts?
This is a dangerous idea.
"Why?" Harry said.
"Slahorn." Fanlin said, "I don't think Malfoy's behavior is more important than Dumbledore's mission. In fact, we don't have time to mess around with him."
Harry stopped speaking, he was a little too excited, but often couldn't bear it.
Harry didn't sleep well that night. On the one hand, he was hit by his companions, which made him lie in bed for several hours, but he kept imagining tomorrow when Malfoy was sneaking into the women’s bathroom, and Harry suddenly broke in. Saw a picture of what he was doing there.
What could it be? A meeting room? A hiding place? A storage room? A workshop?
Harry's thoughts were in extreme excitement. Finally he fell asleep, and then he dreamed that Malfoy would become Professor Slughorn for a while and Snape...
Harry was full of hope until after eating breakfast the next morning; he had some free time after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so he decided to try it on the second floor at that time.
Harry tried to encourage Hermione, but in fact, the girl didn't intend to accompany Harry to mess around, which made Harry a little angry.
"Look," he said quickly, leaning forward, pressing his hand on the Daily Prophet that Hermione had just obtained from the Post Owl. "I haven't forgotten about Slughorn, but I haven't thought of a way to get memory from him. Why don't I look up what Malfoy is doing before I think of that way?"
"I already told you, you should convince Slughorn." Hermione said. "It's not just to deceive him or confuse him, or Dumbledore would have done it in a second. Instead of making a mess outside the girls' toilet," she pulled the Daily Prophet out of Harry. Expanded and looked at the front page, "You should go to Slughorn and beg him."
"Anyone we know...?" Fanlin asked as she scanned the newspaper headline.
"Yes!" Hermione said.
This caused Harry and Ron to choke on breakfast.
"Fortunately, he's not dead... It's Mongertons. He was caught in Azkaban! He pretended to be a ghoul and attempted to burglary. A man named Octavius ​​Pipo disappeared. Oh, it’s terrible. A nine-year-old boy was arrested for trying to kill his grandparents. They thought he was under the Multi-Soul Curse."
Then Hermione frowned.
"There are still some unclear reports..."
"What is it?"
"Muggle." Hermione shook her head. "Muggle population is missing?"
"Perhaps some people suspect that it was a wizard," Ron said. "There have been before, but the average wizard is not interested in intervening."
"Why does the Daily Prophet say this?" Harry asked.
"Perhaps a reminder," Fanlin said, "Your dream, Harry!"
Then they finished their breakfast quietly. Hermione went straight to the arithmetic divination class.
Ron stayed in the common room. He had to continue to finish the end of Snape's essay on Dementors. Harry thought of the corridor on the second floor while staring at a tapestry on the opposite wall. Above is a scene of Hefpaff teaching a group of dwarfs to dance ballet.
"Very interesting, isn't it?" Fanlin looked at it with interest, but Harry dragged him away.
The two came to an empty corridor and put on Harry's invisibility cloak because they didn't want to be disturbed by others.
Myrtle’s toilet is very desolate. This is probably the most remote corner on the second floor. It is a dead end three bends from the previous house. Generally no one will come here. Perhaps this is the Slytherin family’s storage. The object room was then transformed into a toilet?
Harry didn't know how likely it was that he could walk into the room now and Malfoy was in it, but at least his first move hadn't been messed up by Carat or Gore's eleven-year-old girl posing as Gore.
The two came to the door of the hidden women's toilet and closed their eyes.
"He may not be here..."
"Perhaps inside," Harry said, and the two walked in with their invisibility cloaks.
Myrtle’s toilet was still the same, the wooden toilet, and the gorgeous-looking sink.
"So, what are you going to do, Harry?" Fanlin held Harry's eyes, "Open this and go in?"
"is there any problem?"
"But you have to think clearly, Harry," Fanlin said. "If you go in, once Malfoy leaves something dangerous, we can't even leave, and..."
"Hey, I didn't call you..." Harry shook his head, then turned his face to the sink.
The Snake Voice was still so bad, which made Fanlin a little uncomfortable.
But after waiting for a while, the sink in front of me didn't move.
This made Harry a little dumbfounded.
"Are you sure you are right?"
"No problem." Harry repeated it several times without believing it. "But, why is this?"
"Dumbledore sealed it up," Fanlin said. "Remember, in the second grade."
"Then what is Malfoy doing here?"
"Who knows." Fan Lin touched the stone platform with his hand, "No reaction at all."
"Oh, damn..." Harry was a little frustrated, and he even wanted to blast it open with his magic wand at one point.
Fortunately, it was very close to Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As a last resort, Harry took off his invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and then the two went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"You're late again, Potter, and you, Al!" Snape said coldly as Fanlin and Harry hurriedly walked into the torch-lit classroom. "Gryffindor deduction 20 Minute."
While Harry looked at Snape angrily, he rushed to sit down beside Ron; almost half of the class was still walking into the teacher one after another, taking out textbooks and sorting things out.
Harry was no later than them.
As for Fanlin, this was a complete reaction.
"So, before this class starts, I want to read your paper on dementors," Snape said casually, waving his wand, and twenty-five rolls of parchment quickly rose into the air. Flew neatly to his table.
"And, I hope your homework this time is not as stupid as the last paper on the Imperius Curse, so stupid that I can't bear it. Now, if you have turned the book to--what is it, Mr. Finnigan ?"
"Sir," Seamer said, "I'm very curious, can you tell me the difference between zombies and ghosts? Because the Daily Prophet has information about zombies..."
"No, no," Snape said impatiently.
"But sir, I hear people talking..."
"If you did read the paper, Mr. Finnigan, you would know that a zombie is nothing. It is just a name for a sneaky thief like Mongertons Fletcher."
"I think Snape and Mongertons are on one side," Harry muttered to Fanlin and the others that he shouldn't have said that after Mongertons was arrested.
"...But Potter seems to have a lot to say on this question," Snape said suddenly, pointing to the back of the classroom, staring at Harry with dark eyes. "Let's ask Potter and see if he is How to tell us the difference between zombies and ghosts."
For a time ~EbookFREE.me~ the whole class looked at Harry, and Harry quickly tried to recall what Dumbledore told him when he and Dumbledore visited Slughorn.
"Um-well-ghosts are transparent," Harry racked his brains.
"Oh, very good," Snape interrupted, his lips pursed. "Yes, obviously, nearly six years of magic education has been wasted on you, Potter. "Ghosts are transparent. of.'"
Pansy Parkinson laughed loudly. Several others laughed too. Harry took a deep breath to keep calm, even though he was very excited.
"Yes, ghosts are transparent, but zombies are dead bodies, aren't they? So zombies are three-dimensional...A sixth-grade senior can only tell us this?" Snape mocked.
　　
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