Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

In the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over, and students flocked out.

They were all discussing that today's teacher was actually Headmaster Dumbledore, and the original Professor Lockhart had gone home due to illness according to the headmaster.

This made most of the students overjoyed that they could finally attend a class normally.

They really couldn't stand Lockhart's frequent and meaningless teaching, and every time a second-year student came to the rescue.

Although they don't know Mobai's true level, Lockhart's level is obviously not very good.

This class can be said to be the first class they have learned since the beginning of school.

Draco was walking forward swaggeringly at this time, and the two followers followed behind, but they were far away, looking at each other with disgust.

Apparently, the love potion a few days ago cast a shadow over the two of them.

"Draco, are you really not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?"

The chunky Crabbe leaned in behind Draco, still chewing.

"Can you idiot stop talking to me while eating?"

Draco turned his head in disgust, "How many times have I told you, I'm not."

"Then it's such a coincidence, you said two days ago that you wanted to show that Mo Bai a good look, and he was attacked today."

"Heh," Draco laughed happily, "That's what he deserves, he is so pushy every day, and he doesn't know which valley it came from. If the descendants don't look for him, who can he look for?"

Crabbe muttered under his breath, "He acts like he's from a big family, I see."

Draco squinted at him, "I think something is wrong with you these days, why, he captured you with a "friend" that day?"

"Don't forget, Vincent Crabbe, whose vassal is your family?"

"Yes...the Malfoy family." Crabbe lowered his head.

"now it's right."

Draco held his head high, his face full of pride.

"You have to remember that your Crabbe family is nothing without my family."

Crabbe nodded and said no more.

Draco taught his men a lesson, and continued to swagger across the street, seeing his little wizards walking around one after another.

Draco felt even more proud of their fearful look.

However, he still feels a little regretful, regretting why he is not the descendant of the Chamber of Secrets, so that he can not only drive away those unsightly Mudbloods, but also teach that Mobai himself.

Tsk, he bared lightly and walked to his bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room, he sat down on the bed directly.

Ok?
He just sat down and felt a hard object under his buttocks, so he got up and opened the bed sheet without thinking much.

In the next second, the pupils contracted.

What came into view was a black notebook.

This thing... shouldn't be in the hands of that fellow Lockhart?
His father gave it to him, and told him to give it to whomever he wanted.

So he threw the notebook on the ground after class, and then saw who would pick it up.

After a while, he was satisfied to see the idiot Lockhart pick up the notebook.

As for what that thing was, he didn't care at all, his father had his reason for letting him do it.

But now why is this thing here?
He suddenly remembered that Lockhart didn't show up today, but this notebook appeared here...

Could it be that idiot Lockhart found something wrong with this thing and came to him to question him?

He looked around in a panic, making sure that there was no one in the dormitory except himself.

Moreover, not everyone can enter the college lounges of Hogwarts. Each lounge has only one door, and a corresponding password is required.

Could it be someone else from the academy?
Just as he was thinking wildly, he didn't notice a sudden fluctuation in the air behind him.

The next moment, his consciousness was blurred for an instant, as if he had fallen into a hazy dream. In the dream, he picked up his notebook and walked out the door.

The bedroom door was closed, and a figure walked out of the air, it was Mo Bai.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and his usually gentle smile looked a little ghostly at this moment.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes froze in one place.

It was Draco's suitcase, which was lying crookedly in the corner of the room.

Apparently, the eldest young master didn't pack his things very much.

What caught his attention was the badge pattern on the suitcase. The silver badge was exquisitely engraved with a shield, with a capital M in the middle, and two flying dragons printed on both sides of the shield.

He seems to have seen this pattern somewhere before...

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think about it, so I simply gave up.

He still had to watch Hermione and the others.

Turning around, there was a crackling sound in the air, and there was no one in the room.

At this time, the three of Hermione were already sitting in Hagrid's small room.

Hagrid looked a little nervous.

He also heard about Mo Bai. He just came to look for him yesterday, and found that he was petrified in the morning.

Now that the three of them came to find me, they didn't come to question me, did they...

After all, he has a criminal record.

"Hagrid, I want to ask you why Mobai came to see you yesterday?"

Harry stared at Hagrid the moment he entered.

Coming, Hagrid pursed his lips hidden in his beard.

"He just asked me a question and left."

"what is the problem."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and asked closely.

"He asked me who Tom Riddle was."

Harry frowned, isn't that the name on the notebook in Mo Bai's hand yesterday?

"Then how did you answer?"

Hagrid licked his chapped lips.

"Tom Riddle belongs to You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron were shocked, and even Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

That notebook belonged to Voldemort?Why didn't that guy Bai tell himself.

So Voldemort was a Parseltongue too?

After all, basilisks can only be manipulated by Parseltongues.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Harry's back, frowning in thought.

Was it a coincidence that Harry was also a Parseltongue?

After listening to Mo Bai and the principal's remarks about the "prophecy", even if she didn't think so before, now she gradually began to believe it.

After all, even if she doesn't believe in Dumbledore, she will believe in Mobai.

Now this seemingly coincidental thing made her pay attention in her heart.

Harry didn't expect Voldemort to be a Parseltongue, either, but he didn't make the connection to himself.

"In other words, it was Voldemort who opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago?"

Hagrid nodded.

"Then do you know the location of the secret room?"

Hagrid opened his mouth and was about to speak when there was a sudden knock on the door.

His expression instantly became extremely flustered, and he hurriedly urged the three of them.

"Quick! Hide and put on the invisibility cloak."

The three of them didn't know why, but they still obeyed his words, took out the invisible hood they brought over, made a ball and put it on their bodies, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Fortunately, they are not big now, and the wide cloak can completely cover three people.

The three of them held their breaths. After seeing Hagrid open the door, Dumbledore walked in first, followed by a middle-aged man who looked benevolent.

They had all seen the last person who came in.

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.