The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"The day of the draw at Hogwarts(

After a little observation, Tom planned to return to the castle, but he suddenly saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye.

Tom was drawn to the flash, which turned out to be a simple little crown. Half of the crown is buried in the soil, and the other half is also buried by moss vines. A necklace is wrapped around the crown. The flash just now is the reflection of the sun shining on the necklace.

Tom gently swept away the vines on the hair crown and dug it out of the ground.

[Double copy: Scarborough Fair is unlocked, and two people who meet the requirements can enter the copy by touching the cross pendant together

Mission Objective: Fulfill Elaine and Ben's wish

Dungeon Reward: Divination Talent +1]

"Double copy..." Tom chewed on this special word, he smelled an unusual breath, and the word Scarborough Fair seemed to be a place name, and it sounded familiar, but he really couldn't remember it.

Tom followed the secret passage, returned to the Slytherin Chamber and returned to Hogwarts.

This time, Tom's trip to the secret room was very rewarding. First, he solved a huge risk, second, he mastered a secret passage to the outside of the school, and third, he reproduced the ability of the basilisk. This is still the benefit of the hand, and he has not yet entered the two rooms left by Slytherin.

Tom flew back to Myrtle's bathroom, and Myrtle didn't know where to go, but it was exactly what Tom wanted.

It was dinner time, and the students were all gathered in the auditorium. Tom quickly slipped back into the common room, then took a shower, washed the dirt off his body thoroughly, and disposed of the smelly robes by the way.

After dinner, Ravenclaw's little wizards gathered in the common room, chatting to pass the time.

Tom also sat quietly in the corner of the room, waiting for Hermione to come back. After a while, Hermione walked into the lounge, looked around, her eyes lit up when she saw Tom, and she walked towards Tom with small quick steps.

When some little witches saw this scene, they all showed ambiguous smiles and winked at their girlfriends at the same time. But no one noticed that after a group of sparrow-like little witches poured in, a solitary figure also entered.

"Where did you go this afternoon? I haven't found you." Hermione sat opposite Tom and took out a small package. Tom smelled it, and there should be a lot of good things in it.

"Today's dinner has barbecue steak, I remember you liked it before, so I got you a few slices."

Tom's mouth waters at the thought of the juicy, fat-skinned steaks at Hogwarts—he'd just showered, changed his clothes, and missed dinner.

"Let's go outside and talk," Tom offered to suggest that eating with girls in the common room would cause public outrage.

"It's a little late now, if you miss the curfew..."

"It's about to violate the school rules!" Tom finished speaking for Hermione, and Hermione was stunned, then laughed, "Yeah, it's about to violate the school rules."

Tom left the Ravenclaw Tower with Hermione, and before the curfew time, he took Hermione to the second floor.

"You're going to the library? Are you crazy? Eat in the library, and Mrs. Pince will kill you." Hermione said in horror. What will happen if the pavilion is blocked forever.

"It's not the library, it's here." Tom opened the door of the Charms classroom and walked in.

He unpacked the food that Hermione had brought and spread it out on the table: bread, sausages and grilled steaks, and Hermione also put some vegetables in the bread very thoughtfully.

Seeing that Tom was very happy eating bite by bite, she couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Tom's head, "Good boy, eat more."

Tom:  …

Why does this sound a little familiar, and it always feels weird?

Hermione took a jug of drink from her bosom.

"Try it, today's new drink in the auditorium seems to be called apple cider vinegar."

"Apple cider vinegar?" Tom was a little confused. The name seemed to be vinegar made from apples. He was too familiar with vinegar. Can it be used as a drink?

"You try it, it's very good." Hermione handed over the delicate small kettle.

Tom took a sip. Unexpectedly, the taste was really good. The taste was sour and sweet, sweet and sour. There was absolutely no vinegar taste as expected. It also had the sweet aroma of juice, and it was very refreshing to drink. The steak just now was a little greasy, and after a sip of this, the greasy was gone.

What Tom didn't know was that apple cider vinegar was not vinegar, but a drink made from fermented vinegar made from apple juice and then mixed with raw materials such as apple juice. It was not a condiment in the kitchen. Fruit vinegar has a long history. As early as the 10th century, grape vinegar was quite popular in France.

"Actually, I have something to tell you." Tom swallowed the "roujiamo" in his mouth, and then handed a copy to Hermione. "It's about something I'm investigating recently..."

Hermione nodded, her eyes widened, her body leaned forward, and she leaned in front of Tom, intending to listen to him very carefully.

"The secret room, have you heard of it?"

Hermione shook her head, but stopped suddenly, "I seem to have heard this name somewhere - yes, 'Hogwarts, A History of the School', I should have seen it there, but I can't remember. "

But fortunately, this was not an exam, and she didn't need to jump up to check the information. Tom told Hermione little by little what he knew about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

Hermione already understood: "So you are busy finding Slytherin's secret room these days?"

"That's right."

"This secret room hasn't been found for centuries, how can you—"

"I found it."

Hermione: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a

"It hasn't been discovered for centuries because the Gaunts have been hiding it - they are Slytherin descendants, but no one has come to cover it up now, the Gaunts are dead, the last The blood descendant of the Gaunt family is a mysterious man, who killed his uncle's family with his own hands and helped Slytherin to end."

Hermione: I don't understand but I'm shocked.

"So you came to invite me to open the secret room together? But according to legend, when the secret room is opened, all the little wizards of the Muggle family will be killed-" Hermione was a little anxious, her face flushed with excitement , "We should go find Professor Dumbledore, he will definitely be able to solve this."

Tom thought for a while, if Dumbledore was caught off guard by the basilisk, might it be a little risky? After all, the horror of the basilisk is in the encounter: you'll die when you see it, and it's simply incomprehensible.

However, a wizard of Dumbledore's level is very difficult to kill by sneak attack. Maybe he still has some trump cards and backhands.

"Listen to me slowly tell you..."

Tom told Hermione a little bit of his experience in the past two days, and Hermione was stunned: You have come up with so many things in this short weekend? And the most outrageous thing is that he even took time to take a walk with me in the middle! ?

"This is too dangerous! Do you know how dangerous the Ministry of Magic is for basilisks? You, you shouldn't be so reckless!" Hermione stood up, "I should have reacted with Professor Dumbledore sooner. , and didn't I say, if there is something, you can call me, I should still be useful!"

Tom shrugged, fighting the basilisk. If there is no way to revive it, don't go to death.

"Anyway, the secret room is safe now, do you want to go and have a look?" Tom threw out a very tempting option.

Hermione was entangled all of a sudden. Her reason told her that she should report this to Professor Dumbledore, and it was too late. It was definitely not enough time to go to the secret room and come back. But her sensibility is directly facing reason, which is a "stunned place", dragging the fainted rationality aside, and then saying to her: "What are you hesitating about, go!"

"Okay, okay." Hermione agreed with Tom's suggestion: You see, the secret room is on the second floor, and we are also on the second floor. It's okay to take a look on the way.

So Tom and Hermione went to Myrtle's bathroom, this time Myrtle was in it.

Hearing footsteps, she rushed out.

"Oh? It's that handsome guy from last time~" Myrtle flew over with a smile~ www.wuxiamtl.com~ This time she brought a little girl with her! "

She floated up to Hermione and circled around her for forgiveness.

"Tsk tsk-"

"I heard there's a crybaby here who does nothing all day, so I brought her here." Tom interrupted Myrtle directly, lest she say anything unpleasant.

Myrtle covered her face and ran away angrily: "Get out of this bathroom! I won't share this bathroom with you after you die!"

Myrtle left. Tom took Hermione to the tap at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

"Didn't you say you need Parseltongue to open it? Where did you learn Parseltongue?" Hermione was a little puzzled, but when she saw Tom suddenly become the beautiful bird snake he kept understood everything.

Tom is also very proud. How can ordinary people think of this way of mastering Parseltongue?

Tom opened the Chamber of Secrets, then became Fox and flew Hermione into the pipe.

"I didn't expect that there is such a place underground at Hogwarts." After entering the secret room, Hermione sighed at the huge amount of work to build the secret room, "I really don't know how Slytherin built it back then, even in modern society, It takes a year to build such a passage, right?"

Tom thought about the poor construction speed of the British subway, and felt that Hermione's saying that it was repaired in one year was really giving the British money. In Western Europe, it is normal for a railway to be built for five or six years: the government discusses the bill, the bill is debated in the parliament, and finally the money is raised to start the construction, and then the construction party, workers, environmental protection groups, etc. will definitely have a fight .

The only benefit of this inefficient process is that the workers’ welfare is guaranteed: no overtime, more money, and a strike every three days, so it’s not too fun.