Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 [Ten Thousand Words] Hogwarts is about to close
Azar disappeared and did not appear in Hogwarts for two consecutive months, which made the young wizards more and more worried. Azar's mother also clamored for the Ministry of Magic to manage Hogwarts, which made Dumbledore return. Hopes have become slim, and many professors are also worried. It can be said that this will be the biggest dilemma for Hogwarts in the past hundred years. Even during the Grindelwald period, people were not so panic-stricken.

Of course, Bree knows that Azar is not Azar himself, but Tom. Now he must be hiding in the secret room, doing his own plans.

Bree has been quietly watching the changes during this period, studying magic with peace of mind, researching the creation of souls, and waiting for Harry's movements. In addition to Tom, there is also Voldemort's soul hiding outside. Who knows when he will come out again? Make trouble.

"Say it all."

In the turret, in front of Bree, Dobby was looking at Bree carefully and respectfully. Now Bree was Dobby's master.

"Oh, dear Master Bree, I just want to help Harry Potter. They all say that he is a hero who can defeat evil wizards. Before Dobby worshiped him stupidly... woo woo woo!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Dobby hit his head on the ground hard and kept regretting: "I must be extremely stupid. This must be an embarrassment to Master Bree."

"Stop, Dobby!"

"Explain things clearly so that you can offset your mistakes." Bree looked at Dobby silently, and Dobby stood up crying gratefully. He continued: "Whose house elf were you originally, Malfoy? "

The abnormal soul found in Dobby's soul had the aura of Malfoy, but it was not Draco or Lucius. After Bree's investigation, it was found that it was probably related to Draco's grandfather. , if I remember correctly, he was still a figure from Tom's time and was the first generation of Death Eaters.

"Yes, I used to belong to the Malfoy family, but Malfoy was not kind to me..."

Dobby caressed his new dress coyly. It was a nice little dress, brown and very docile.

"Dobby is a greedy elf who is eager for wages. Woohoo, what a great honor it is to work for Master Bree. How can I touch something that does not belong to me again."

Dobby burst into tears and told everything, and also let Bree know that it was the guy who blocked the pillars at King's Cross station, and it also caused some trouble in Harry's house.

Maybe Bree didn't need a house elf just yet.

Bree nodded, let Dobby go down, and walked out of the turret, because Nico came back and said that Hagrid had woken up, and Lockhart had notified the Ministry of Magic.

Well, this Professor Lockhart is really good at flattering others, but he has also been a bit strange recently. He often goes to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, and he doesn’t know which room he goes to, and in Bree During night tours, he could often be seen wandering around some rooms on the second floor, especially the girls' bathroom, which had to make Bree suspect that he was looking for the entrance to the secret room.

Unfortunately, the entrance to the secret room most likely requires a certain method to enter.

Walking to the school hospital, Bree unexpectedly saw Harry next to Hagrid, who was asking about the eight-eyed spider.

Hagrid was obviously thinking of what happened decades ago. He was very cautious and said unwillingly: "I didn't do it, and it wasn't Aragog. It stayed in the Forbidden Forest...oh no, you have nothing." Hear, get out, Harry, this is not something you should know, we should wait for Dumbledore to come back, I believe in him, and he believes in me."

Bree used the Disillusionment Charm to walk in silently, and saw Ron following Harry. At this moment, he looked puzzled, and said to Hagrid in disbelief: "You said it was in the Forbidden Forest, isn't it?" Was the execution ordered decades ago?"

Harry lowered his head. He began to wonder if Hagrid had raised some pets again, which had caused many incidents unintentionally, but Hagrid said resolutely: "I didn't do anything this year, I just raised some chickens."

Speaking of chickens, Hagrid was crestfallen.

"But I don't know why, I always can't do it well. Are ordinary creatures more difficult to raise than magical animals?"

Raise chickens?

Harry looked puzzled.

"What do you raise chickens for?"

Hagrid scratched his head. After understanding that both Harry and Ron knew that Aragog was not dead, he said honestly: "Have you not noticed that all the little creatures in Hogwarts have been running outside recently? This must be Hogwarts." Something exists in Watts, and Aragog outside has also been affected. It has become passive recently and has no intention of hunting. I am worried that it and its children will be hungry, so I am going to prepare some food for them..."

"Oh, my God." Ron said in disbelief: 'How many children can a spider have at a time? How long has it been in the Forbidden Forest? '

He was afraid of spiders, and suddenly remembered that Hagrid's favorite thing to raise was the kind of large creatures, so this spider...

Unfortunately, before Ron could ask, someone came outside. It was Fudge, and behind him were many Aurors. It was obvious that they were here to capture Hagrid.

"Oh, no, you can't take me away, I want to see Dumbledore!"

Hagrid shouted loudly, which made the already irritable Madam Pomfrey glare. Unfortunately, Hagrid, the big man, didn't see it at all. His voice did not become quieter until the Aurors pulled out their wands.

"Don't worry, Hagrid." Fudge said with a smile, "Azkaban will not wrong any kind person."

"take away!"

After Fudge gave an order, Hagrid was suppressed by several Aurors and walked outside. The young wizards along the way saw it and talked about it. The patrolling prefects also whispered to each other.

Draco complained: "If this big guy is caught, we don't have to patrol stupidly anymore. It's been two months, and I've gone from spring to summer."

At this time, Bree also came out and happened to meet Draco.

"Brie, come here."

Bree asked Draco to help him rent a shop in Diagon Alley. Draco had been busy for a long time and had been carefully discussing it with his mother. Finally, in the past few days, Draco's mother Narcissa ·Malfoy was relieved and decided to hand over his private property in Diagon Alley to Draco, and the title deed had been mailed via owl.

Looking at Draco, who had a mysterious face and raised his head as proudly as a swan, Bree smiled.

"what happened?"

Draco said to Pansy who was beside him: "You should go back first, we don't need our second-year prefect to be in charge, it's too dangerous for you to follow the patrol."

After saying that, Draco walked up to Bree and babbled: "You don't know, my father has been telling me to be careful recently. That person doesn't care about which academy or whether he is a pure blood. He is even worse than the Dark Lord." extreme."

"But it would also be nice to get rid of some bad characters."

Draco was obviously talking about Azar, and he glanced at Bree carefully, and when he found that Bree's expression did not change, he continued: "The mother of that kid Azar seems to be crazy. She said that she is applying to be a professor at Hogwarts and hopes to enroll this year. She must be looking for Azar."

"Those officials from the Ministry of Magic said nicely, but not a single Auror was sent. Even if Azar disappeared, they only conducted a cursory investigation. All this is to make Dumbledore step down forever."

Bree listened carefully to Draco's ramblings and frowned. Logically speaking, the Ministry of Magic shouldn't just talk to everyone. There may be a deeper reason for this.

"A pureblood handiwork?"

asked Bree, and Draco gave Bree a "smart" look in compliment.

"Yes, they suppressed the news about Azar, and Azar's mother is just a woman who has just come to the British wizarding world, so she simply cannot refuse."

"But it's really strange that Azar disappeared. There is no news at all. He couldn't be dead."

Draco guessed with bad intentions, but Bree, who knew the truth, didn't worry too much. Instead, he was worried about Dumbledore's side. Who knows what step Dumbledore's arrangement has reached?

When they reached the Slytherin common room, Draco threw a letter in Bree's hand, and said proudly, "Look."

This is?

Bree opened the letter with a slightly puzzled look and saw a letter from home inside. Bree didn't see much before Draco snatched it away, revealing something else in the envelope.

A title deed for a shop at No. 96 in Diagon Alley. The location is relatively remote, but it is also not far from Ollivander's wand shop, which is a must-see for young wizards. Good location.

"Thank you, Draco."

Draco hummed and rolled his eyes in satisfaction, but when he saw the contents of the letter home, his expression became a little uneasy.

Bree saw part of it.

"Your mother said you were angry and didn't go back for Christmas. Now I don't know what you look like. Maybe you should take a picture and mail it to her."

Draco sighed.

"You don't understand, Bree, I'm almost 13."

Saying this, Draco blushed a little, and he looked at Bree shyly.

"I might get engaged, oh...that sucks!"

"My mother doesn't want to see me, but she wants me to tell her my current height so that she can make clothes that fit her and take photos of her so that she can exchange them with each other."

"I'm only 12 years old."

"Pfft..."

Bree laughed out loud, but also lamented that people in the West grow up very quickly. Although Bree was a few months older than Draco, now it seemed that Draco was about the same height as him.

Maybe it's because Oriental people's bodies and looks require more accumulation. Bri didn't pay attention to this aspect for too long, but paid attention to which girl Draco would find.

"Don't look, I don't know either."

Draco reluctantly stuffed the letter back into the envelope, indicating that he did not want to accept the family's arrangement at this time.

"For the sake of me helping you get the title deed, take this letter to the corner tower and let the owl return it to my home."

Draco was listless and impatient.

"You haven't told me how many gold galleons this shop is going to rent me for a month?"

Bree took the letter and waved the deed. Draco Malfoy's name on it shone brightly under the contract magic, reminding him that the shop belonged to Draco.

"Hmph, haven't you moved in yet?"

Draco thought for a while and said: "June [-]th is my birthday. If you can make me happy, I can give you a big discount. You, a poor black crow, must be more careful."

Returning the deed to Draco, Bree nodded, thinking about what Draco liked.

dragon?
But Bree couldn't get a baby dragon. If it was a dead dragon egg, she would have one. Otherwise, she would boil the dragon egg and give it to Draco as a gift. The last time she tasted it, it tasted pretty good.

With this thought in mind, Bree also walked out with the letter, took out the magic camera, washed out the photo of Draco being confused and sick, and stuffed it into it.

"Perhaps Mrs. Malfoy, seeing Draco like this, would be able to be compassionate and think that Draco was a child."

Now, the naughty Brie has developed yet another photo of Halle.

"Otherwise, it would be nice to let Mrs. Malfoy know that Draco has someone he likes. Draco will thank me."

……

"Someone was petrified again!"

A scream resounded through Hogwarts, making the little wizards in the hall nervous again after two months of stability.

"Oh my god, my mother originally wanted me to go to Durmstrang School to study, but I was worried that the dark magic there would bring danger, so I didn't go. Now it's even more dangerous to drive to Hogwarts!"

A second-year Slytherin complained: "Is this the so-called greatest white wizard? It's so disappointing!"

And there are many such complaints, especially those wizards who have more choices. In their opinion, Hogwarts is not the only one that can help them learn magic. They also know many wizard schools in other countries.

Next to Bree, Draco said: "Durmstrang is a magic school in northern Europe. It is very mysterious. No one knows where it is. My father also wanted me to study there before, but my mother was worried. I won’t be able to adapt if I’m too far away from home.”

Seeing Bree's confused look, Draco added: "Durmstrang allows black magic. As long as you can guarantee that you will not affect the safety of others while learning, we will not stop you."

Bree came back to his senses. What he was thinking about just now was not Durmstrang School, but wondering why Tom wanted to petrify other people again. Why did he do such a thing?
If it doesn't make sense, then it can't be a joke with the little wizards.

"Hey, Bree, if you are interested in Durmstrang, let's transfer to another school together next year. Although there is no precedent, there is no explicit rule against doing this."

"This will also keep you away from these idiots, especially Dumbledore. This old bee is getting weirder and weirder."

While Draco was speaking, Professor McGonagall came into the hall, her face was haggard, her eyes filled with tears, and she was trying to hold back sobs.

"Sorry, kids, I think we have to close Hogwarts until we find the murderer." McGonagall couldn't hold on anymore. She had never experienced such a helpless moment in her life. It was worse than the helplessness of the little wizards last year. Trust also made her uncomfortable because she couldn't guarantee the safety of the young wizards at Hogwarts.

Now two more children have been petrified.

"I can't...I can't hold on any longer, I have to do this."

Professor McGonagall's face was firm, and she continued to speak even as tears fell.

"Children, I will draw up a charter as soon as possible and have people from the Ministry of Magic come in to protect you from here."

There was silence in the hall.

Professor McGonagall continued: "The professors and I have made a decision to stay and continue to look for the guy who hurt the little wizard. As long as he remains in Hogwarts, he will not be able to escape."

"Now, everyone can have dinner. After taking care of you, I have to contact the Weasleys again. Other professors are still patrolling."

Seemingly aware of Ron's sudden nervousness, Professor McGonagall apologized: "George and Fred ran to the second floor while eating. Maybe they wanted to find clues to the petrification of their sister... They were in the girls' bathroom. It was petrified, and now everyone can't go to the second floor to hang out, it's very dangerous."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears and sat alone on the teacher's chair, lowering her head in despair.

"Oh, here we go again."

Draco looked flustered.

"Still pure blood!"

"Why doesn't he just kill all the little wizards? It's like a provocation, but Dumbledore has already left!"

Everyone still remembers the words on the wall. The guy who claimed to be Voldemort's representative opened the secret room and tried to punish all those who disobeyed Voldemort. However, some young wizards had never even seen Voldemort. How could they come from this? Violate.

The Slytherin snakes grew nervous.

"Could this be that adult's warning? Maybe he's not dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Just as Slytherin made a suspicious voice, it was suppressed, and the whole Slytherin fell into silence again.

"Where are you going, Bree?"

Bree stood up, causing waves in the quiet hall like a lake. He shook his head slightly at Draco and walked to Professor McGonagall's side.

"What's the matter, Bree?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to have aged several years. He looked at Bree hesitantly and asked him why he came forward.

"I think..." Bree looked at Professor McGonagall worriedly, feeling distressed and unable to bear it: "I think you don't have to obey the Ministry of Magic. They are waiting for Hogwarts to be in dire straits."

"You don't believe it either, I understand."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she said helplessly and helplessly: "I have no choice, and Hogwarts is not here."

At this time, the professors came back. They were all silent. Even Lockhart did not dare to speak loudly. Snape looked at Bree standing next to the teacher's desk and frowned slightly.

"What do you do, Oded."

"It's nothing, Snape, Bree is just here to comfort me, but we all understand that closing Hogwarts is the last resort, and we cannot let the little wizard continue to be in danger..."

Professor McGonagall's voice became louder and louder, even angry.

“I don’t even know what I’m facing!”

She closed her eyes hard, and when she lowered her head, her meticulous bun was disintegrated by her annoyance, and a few messy hair hung down.

A sad dejection spread in the hall, and the professors all sat back in silence. Lockhart wanted to say something, but sat down hurriedly under Snape's cold eyes, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

He quickly said: "I'm going to the school hospital to guard it. I can't leave Madam Pomfrey alone there to take care of the petrified little ones."

The heartless Lockhart bared his teeth and smiled, hoping to infect the little wizard below with his smile, but no one was looking at him now, so he could only leave the hall in dejection.

Some little witches cried softly, making the hall even more desolate.

"Come on, Bree, we have to try to accept that this may be the consequence of not having Dumbledore. He has been here since I came to school, and I think he will always be there."

Dumbledore is the support of Hogwarts, and now that he has left this magic school, Hogwarts has lost a person who can make decisions.

Sprout stood up, patted Bree on the shoulder, and shook his head at him.

And Bree is still thinking about how to help Hogwarts survive this crisis.

perhaps…

"Maybe I know what the monster is, and I also know where the secret room is."

"what?"

Professor McGonagall suddenly raised his head, and the other professors also looked at Bree. The little wizards below all stared wide-eyed, waiting for Bree's next words.

"A basilisk, a deadly snake."

"I have read in books that the only snake creature with powerful petrification magic is Medusa, but Medusa cannot come to Hogwarts. She should be guarded in the desert by the snake guards."

"I... I'm sorry, Professor, I secretly went to the restricted book area and found this book "The Secret of Slytherin". I saw in it that Slytherin studied a kind of snake."

"And that's the basilisk."

Bree took the book she had been carrying from her pocket and used the magnifying spell to restore it to its original state and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall remembered this book, she said: "Most of it is recorded in Parsel Language. I asked Dumbledore when I was a student, and he said that it records trivial matters about the Big Four, not magic."

"It is also placed in the forbidden book area because no one can understand the snake language on it, and it is probably written by Slytherin, so it is very precious."

Putting the book in his hand, Mag stared at Bree seriously and said, "How did you..."

Just as he was about to say that, Professor McGonagall immediately changed the question.

"How did you find out that it was a basilisk? I know a basilisk. Its eyes can directly kill a person instead of petrifying them."

Professor McGonagall looked at Bree worriedly, but she couldn't tell now how Bree could understand the snake language inquiry, which would cause trouble for Bree.

"It's speculation."

Of course Bree couldn't say it. He knew it a long time ago. At first, he just didn't want to take care of it, and then Dumbledore wouldn't let him take care of it. But now a group of professors and students, including Hogwarts, are in trouble. Dumbledore The constraints were no longer effective, because this time, Bree not only wanted to be alone, she also wanted to shut up Dumbledore and get his ridiculous savior training program out of Hogwarts.

Bree became greedy. The last time it was for himself, this time it was for Hogwarts where he was.

"guess?"

The professors looked at each other, feeling angry.

What can a guess do?
"Because of Hagrid and Myrtle, and Hermione and Ginny."

"Including George and Fred who were petrified today."

"The eyes of the basilisk can kill you, but you will not die if you see something blocking your eyes. Hagrid has the blood of a giant. He looked directly into the eyes of the basilisk, so there is still some vitality, which was used by Dumbledore. The mandrake came back and even recovered afterwards."

It has to be said that the giant's skin is rough and thick, so even the basilisk cannot kill it with one blow.

"Myrtle is transparent, and Hermione and Ginny saw the basilisk's eyes through her, so they were just petrified."

Bree knows the truth, but there is a price to pay for telling the truth, such as some lies to make up for why he didn't tell the story of the basilisk before.

But these lies were fabricated too hastily, and Professor McGonagall did not believe a hundred, but she believed in the basilisk theory.

"And Potter said before that he heard strange noises at Hogwarts. Some young wizards may think he is talking nonsense, or think he is a murderer, but he is just a child, unless he is under the Imperius Curse. , otherwise it would be impossible to do such a thing.”

With that said, Bree looked at Harry's position.

What about people?

Harry and Ron ran out at some point, which made Bree a little unable to stand. He had just said that Harry was innocent.

These two trolls!
Bree sighed angrily and continued in front of everyone's gaze: "If you guessed correctly, the entrance to the secret room is in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. I remember that a girl died there decades ago. There, that is, Myrtle.”

"As long as we wait for Dumbledore to come back, he will definitely find a way to open the Chamber of Secrets, and Hogwarts will not be restricted by the Ministry of Magic."

Bree looked at the many young wizards, neither humble nor arrogant, and said firmly: "Hogwarts, which has stood for thousands of years, cannot be defeated just because of a basilisk. Now that we have discovered it, it will not have another chance to cause trouble."

"Please believe me, if it happens, the professors will not let it go, and I will stop it at all costs."

Neither Tom nor Voldemort can destroy the tranquility of Hogwarts or damage the things I cherish.

Following Bree's words, the little wizards below also gradually put away their sad expressions and looked at Bree with bright eyes.

Hannah, who protects the Ode Club, was the first to react and shouted: "I believe in you, Ode!"

Draco glared at Hannah dissatisfied, stood up immediately and said, "Isn't it just a basilisk? Malfoy is not afraid!"

Enid also stood up, automatically ignoring Myrtle and said: "I don't think the basilisk is that dangerous. It didn't kill any little wizards. As long as there is mandrake, the little wizards can recover." healthy."

"We're not leaving!"

At the Gryffindor table, some little wizards shouted: "Cowards will leave, we are wizards, we have magic!"

The eaglets of Ravenclaw looked at each other, and they all began to talk about the weaknesses of the basilisk. They believed that wisdom was infinite, and as long as everything was explained clearly, there would be no problem that could not be solved.

The people in Slytherin looked at each other and looked at their respective small camps. Those in charge were silent. Only Alyssa said: "I don't think you want to leave here either."

After all, their family has not spoken yet.

Soon, the hall of Hogwarts was full of noise, talking about the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets.

Bree looked at all this with satisfaction, and then whispered to Mag: "The secret chamber needs Parseltongue to open."

The pleased Professor McGonagall's eyes changed, and he stood up with understanding. He began to organize the prefects to take good care of the little wizards and told them not to get excited and run to fight with the basilisk. Then he took Bree to a small room in the back. Room.

Several deans came in. Dumbledore was not here, so they were in charge of affairs.

"Tell me the truth clearly."

Snape snorted, he would not believe Bree's childish lie just now, about the basilisk discovered just now, did he really think they were those stupid trolls!

However, what he said just now made him feel something, and he followed Professor McGonagall into this place unconsciously.

"Potter, where did he go?"

Suddenly remembering Harry who was not in the hall, Snape was a little worried.

"Professor Snape, you go to Potter and Weasley, we're here to discuss things about the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets."

Professor McGonagall said something understanding, Snape nodded and left the room.

This time, it was Professor McGonagall's turn to stare at Bree.

"Sorry, professors, Dumbledore didn't want me to say it."

Bree would not feel guilty for betraying Dumbledore. Dumbledore was not really innocent anyway. He knew how to satisfy everyone except his enemies and those he sacrificed.

"Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall gasped angrily, her chest heaving.

"Tell me clearly what's going on?"

Professor Sprout had some guesses. When she took Harry and Ron to the school hospital to see Hermione and Ginny who were petrified a few months ago, she realized that Dumbledore was still cultivating saviors, so she was on the sidelines at this time. He didn't interrupt, but shook his head at Flitwick, who had been watching the situation, and signaled him not to get involved yet.

"It's Potter, Professor McGonagall."

"Potter?"

"The savior training program, maybe Dumbledore didn't name it, but that's what it means."

Professor McGonagall covered her forehead in a daze, closed her eyes and asked uncertainly: "In order to cultivate Potter, you create danger for Hogwarts?"

"Like last year?"

No, Professor McGonagall said angrily: It's even worse. Last year we only created a few difficulties, but this year we made the little wizards petrified!
Bree shook her head.

"Perhaps we can see Dumbledore's behavior at the beginning of school. At that time, he changed his attitude, but as danger came uninvited, he changed his mind."

"We can't forget the words on the wall when we were first petrified - the secret chamber has been opened, and those who are enemies of the Dark Lord, beware!"

"This may have stirred up Dumbledore's nerves. Voldemort came last year. Although his soul escaped, we are not sure whether he left Hogwarts."

"So Dumbledore wanted to lure him out, and by the way cultivate a savior on this basis."

"I wanted to tell the story about the basilisk before, but Dumbledore's attitude stopped me. I understand that Dumbledore wanted to let Harry kill Voldemort again, and I clearly know that dagger. It’s a weapon against the basilisk.”

dagger?

"No wonder, no wonder, this is your purpose, Dumbledore!"

Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered the dagger and diary in Harry's hand, and said in disbelief: "We have to get Harry back. He is just a 12-year-old child, not a savior!"

At this time, there was a cry and the fiery red phoenix appeared in the house.

The phoenix lovingly rubbed its head against Bree's feet, while a letter hung around its neck.

Professor McGonagall stared, took off the letter, and opened it.

"Dumbledore hopes that I can stabilize Hogwarts until he comes back, and temporarily stop the professors from patrolling, so that the young wizards can attend classes normally."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were cold and he continued: "He said he would let Phoenix watch and would not let the little wizard get hurt again."

"Does he really know?"

"Two more little wizards were attacked today, what's the use of a phoenix!"

Professor McGonagall threw the letter away, covered her face and cried: "We have to find a way ourselves, we can't all listen to him."

“The kids trust us and we can’t let them down!”

Professor McGonagall was a little emotional. Dumbledore had influenced her too much. Perhaps the person she admired most in her life was Dumbledore, but now she was disappointed.

Professor Sprout supported McGonagall and encouraged: "Believe in yourself, there is a group of little wizards behind us."

Professor Flitwick also came over at this time, nodded to Bree, and then said: "Perhaps I can put some early warning spells in the corridor, and activate the rooms that are not allowed to be opened. This can ensure some Safety."

"Oh, you think very well, Professor Flitwick."

Professor McGonagall wiped away her tears and immediately cheered up, but now she had one more question she wanted to ask.

"Brie, tell me truthfully, do you also know how to speak snake language?"

Sprout and Flitwick both looked at Bree following McGonagall's words. The eyes of the three professors were worried, and Bree was also very honest.

"Yes, I know snake language, I can understand the language of snakes..."

"Oh!" Professor McGonagall covered her chest, her mouth trembling so much that she didn't know what to say. She had obviously expected it, but she was still shocked when she heard Bree say it.

"Won't you tell me a lie, Bree?"

Professor McGonagall's tone of complaint made Sprout on the side also have a helpless expression.

Professor Sprout was about to speak for Bree, but he heard Bree continue: "No, I think you misunderstood Professor."

"My parsel tongue is not innate, unlike Potter. I learned it from the book "The Secret of Slytherin."" Bree pointed at the book that McGonagall did not return to him.

"And I can not only understand snake language, but also the language of other creatures. This can stand the test."

"I learned my snake language from a snake that had escaped. It took a lot of effort to learn it from scratch."

"Is it true?" Professor McGonagall exhaled, then ruffled Bree's hair, and said sternly: "Why don't you finish it in one breath, you little naughty bitch!"

Then, Professor McGonagall sighed again, lowered his head, and for the first time said unabashedly and gently: "Dumbledore is always suspicious. You don't need to pay attention to him. You can tell the professors anything, and we will help." You, he doesn’t dare do anything to you.”

Smoothing out Bree's ravaged hair, Professor McGonagall regained her serious expression.

"Next we need to find Potter and let him go with us to see the so-called secret room. Since Parseltongue can only be opened, then we will wait for him to come back."

Professor McGonagall didn't ask Bree to do it. He didn't want Bree to get involved too much, and the dagger was still in Harry's possession.

"Since Dumbledore wants this, let's let Potter be a hero for once and see if Dumbledore is watching!"

Several professors looked at each other, and then Professor McGonagall said to Bree: "Go back and rest. The professors have to hold another meeting. The previous decisions have been overturned. Hogwarts cannot be ruined by Dumbledore's indulgence." Lose."

Bree nodded, but before leaving, he said: "I think you should talk to Dumbledore after he comes back. Don't pretend to be stupid just because he is a hundred years old. Eat less candy and exercise more. Instead of cultivating a savior, It's better to become stronger yourself, Voldemort can't really fly away from death."

After saying that, Bree left the room under the solemn expressions of several professors, and the hall outside was silent, with only a few professors left.

Silvanus Kettleburn, the current professor of Care of Magical Creatures, a professor with a prosthetic limb, saw Bree coming out and immediately said: "I'll take you back to your dormitory."

The other professors continued to stay until Professor McGonagall called them into the room to discuss subsequent patrols and protective measures to ensure that the little wizards could spend this semester safely.

……

Bree, who was sent back to the Slytherin lounge by Professor Kettleburn, looked at the crowd of little wizards with twinkling eyes. When she saw a worried little platinum-blonde head, she walked over.

"What did the professors tell you?"

Draco's words made the little snakes around them prick up their ears, and Bree didn't hide them.

"The professors are discussing to set up protective magic for Hogwarts, and set up some rooms that should not be opened, so they can't go out at will, and keep a low profile."

Bree, who was well aware of this matter, sighed silently, but he still didn't tell Tom. This semester, Tom's temper was very to his liking. If it weren't for the weird "father incident", he would never have told him. It won't be so confusing.

Even making Tom a house elf was just a temporary irritation, but...

Who could control a young Voldemort?

Bree wasn't sure, maybe keeping him as a diary was the right thing to do.

Touching the notes in his pocket, Bree had some ideas. His notes may still lack a soul like Ver, who would not betray him and could continue to live in this world.

"Draco, go back to the bedroom."

Ignoring the messy common room, Bree took Draco back to the dormitory.

"I'm going out, but don't go out. If I don't come back tomorrow, don't worry."

"Where are you going?"

Draco grabbed Bree and asked in a low voice: "You don't want to find the basilisk, do you? How can you take what you say in the hall seriously? Don't do anything stupid!"

Bree pulled away Draco's hand and whispered: "I'm going to find Potter. The dagger in his hand can kill the basilisk."

And the diary is with him too, Bree must get it back now because Dumbledore is back!
(End of this chapter)