Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 133

Blow nodded, but instead of talking about the big octopus, he brought up another matter, "Have you heard a legend about Hogwarts..."

"The Golden Snitch? The Red Turban?" Anna frowned. Does the commotion of the big octopus have anything to do with this?

"Uh, not this," Blow waved.

"Hogwarts Tales... um... Crying Myrtle?" Belinda scratched her head, "Or Peeves?"

Blow smiled and shook his head, "Give me a hint, the most mysterious legend!"

"I know!" Flint said confidently, "It is said that there is a magic mirror hidden in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, just say to it 'Magic mirror, please tell me...'"

This is kind of ridiculous.

"Cough," Blow coughed, preventing Flint from substituting the story of 'Snow White', "Not this, although there are many Hogwarts legends, it definitely doesn't include a cruel ugly witch bullying beautiful women..."

"But there really is such a magic mirror hidden in..." Flint tried to continue the topic.

"What I want to say is—" Blow raised his voice helplessly, interrupting Flint's digression, "The secret room, the secret room left by the founder of Hogwarts."

Secret room?

At that moment, the women's toilet, the sewer, the dirty, the basilisk, the black notebook, the handsome sixteen-year-old Voldemort, a few key words flooded into Anna's mind.

Blow's voice increased, attracting the attention of the little blond snake.

The little blond snake's head came over, "It bothers Senior Buluo, I also know this legend, and am also a little interested in this legend..."

"Who are you?" Blow stretched out his hand and shook hands with the little blond snake.

Blonde hair, brown eyes, the corners of the eyes are just right on the ground, and when she smiles, she reveals sweet dimples. The blond snake is a good-looking lady.

"Sambadi Avery, Senior Blow, just call me Sambady," the blond little snake held Blow's hand. Blow paused after hearing the little snake's name, and his movements were a little stiff.

He suddenly remembered the conversation between his father and himself.

'Little Bu, at school recently, there are several purebloods who can't have deep contact, it's better to disconnect, Black, Weasley, Travers and Avery, 'Rufus Fudge with glasses Sitting on the leather sofa with the Daily Prophet in his hand seemed to be an inadvertent warning.

'Yes, father,'Blow didn't take this to heart, there were too many wizards who couldn't get in touch with him. Blow never imagined finding one or two close friends at Hogwarts.

'I'd rather you ask me why,' Rufus moved the newspaper down, revealing half of his face, and looked at Blow.

Blow asked almost instantly, 'Why? '

He is not out of curiosity, but because Rufus's patience and temper are not very good after the promotion, just like expired butterbeer, and it is all to blame for the competitive pressure of the tmd Ministry of Magic.

'If you want to know, you should ask earlier. '

Rufus was silent for a while with the newspaper, and just when Blow thought he was about to lose his temper again, he finally spoke up.

'The Black family, the Travers family and the You-Know-Who are closely related, while the Weasley family firmly stands on the opposite side of the You-Know-Who. Recently, fireworks in Diagon Alley appeared, and the situation is unknown. We must remain neutral. '

'Then... what about the Avery family? '

'They are also from the Mysterious Man faction, but this is not the most important thing,' Rufus put down the newspaper.

'The important thing is that they are all lunatics. '

Crazy... Blow swallowed, not knowing how crazy this guy is.

He was very shy about the surname Avery, but he didn't show it too clearly. Blow smiled, "Are you interested in the legend of the secret room?"

'Crazy' Sambadi lowered his voice mysteriously, "Yes, I heard...the four founders of Hogwarts, some time after the founding of the school, were in 'whether to admit Muggle-born students'" Disagreement arose..."

"Mr. Slytherin has set up a secret room at Hogwarts, which hides treasures that only those he approves can obtain—"

"Rare treasure," Sambadi said in a long voice, "I heard that the person who gets this treasure... will have the opportunity to learn Mr. Slytherin's best spell..."

Hmm... This is not the same as what Rowling said... Anna touched her chin.

"It's a bit different from what I've heard," Blow touched his nose. "I heard that the four founders have set up secret rooms at Hogwarts."

"The secret room set up by Mr. Slytherin can only be opened by his heir. There lives a terrifying monster. When the door to the secret room is opened, the school will be cleaned up, and all those who Slytherin thinks are not worthy of learning magic will be killed. clear..."

"Gryffindor set up the secret room in a place where the sun can't shine, because he was afraid that the things inside were too dazzling, which would attract the peeping of the sun."

"Ravenclaw's secret room needs to be full of poetry and books without knowing anything to find it," Blow shrugged. "I personally think that Ms. Ravenclaw does not want us to search for her secret room..."

"And Ms. Hufflepuff, her secret room is not a secret room, and it is now called 'Hogwarts Kitchen'."

"Wow," Flint grabbed Blow's neck, "how do you know so much? Did you put Nat in front of Mr. Slytherin's portrait every day and he told you in a dream?"

"Cough," Blow gave Flint an elbow, "there are only two possibilities for Mr. Slytherin to appear in my dream, to reprimand...

I didn't see that he was quite self-aware.

"I read it from a book, "School Legends: The Story I Had to Tell with Hogwarts," bought at Knockturn Alley 'Borgin-Bock', by 'Anonymous' '."

Sambadi fell silent, but Anna suddenly remembered something, "So what does this have to do with the big octopus in the Black Lake?" She was almost taken off topic.

"It's a big relationship," Blow said mysteriously, as if he had endless secrets. Maybe the child had been at home for too long, and when he came to school, he wanted to finish all the things he didn't say at home.

"Where the sun can't shine... I think Gryffindor's secret room is most likely hidden under the Black Lake, guarded by a big octopus!" Blow waved his arms.

"The big octopus has been so restless recently, maybe something happened to Gryffindor's back room!"

This idea is very creative. Anna thought about it for a while, and it is not impossible to go to the bottom of the Black Lake to find out.

[Private space: A long, long time ago, four little wizards set out with lofty ideals. They crossed mountains, crossed rivers, stepped on muddy land, and defeated one evil creature after another.

In the Middle Ages, the ability of wizards was not accepted by the world~www.mtlnovel.com~ When they passed the straw pile, they saw a witch lying inside, decorated with a pitchfork on her chest, the lion hugged the corpse and roared, wanting to Doing something, stopped by the crying little badger, the eagle said: 'It was ignorance, it was the villagers' ignorance that killed her,'the snake was smiling, and then poisoned all the villagers.

Later, four wizards established a school.

In the most difficult times, they never left each other, but people always need a little private space, don't they?

Achievement conditions: Enter the four secret rooms of Hogwarts; quest reward: memory +100, reaction +100, unknown]

"I once spent two Galleons trying to get a Gryffindor into the water to take a look..." Blow had a pity on his expression, "but his wand lighting spell was so **** that he didn't see anything. "

"I have a different opinion," Belinda frowned. "No one can be sure about the truth of the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets, and no one has been found for so many years. Maybe they only exist in legends. ."

"Especially the back room left by Mr. Slytherin will clean up non-pure students and the like," Belinda said seriously, "I can't tell if it is some pro-Muggle faction, or if the Muggle-born is trying to discredit the pure-blooded students. Blood, rumors spread to cause panic..."

She remembered the conversation between the two fish guards she heard while lurking in the Mist Hot Spring, "A large number of Muggle-born wizards are likely to be dissatisfied with the benefits of pure blood, and deliberately..."

Belinda suddenly stopped when she remembered something.

She glanced at her side and listened very seriously, as if she didn't realize that she was a Muggle-born Anna, and she quickly retracted her gaze.

He explained awkwardly, "I'm not talking about you, don't take the right seat."

Chapter end