Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 186 Slytherin’s Office
Bree placed the prepared paper on Professor McGonagall's desk and let Professor McGonagall read it. As time passed, Professor McGonagall frowned. She had never thought that Bree's special power could be like this. presented in front of her.

In these few papers, the conjecture on whether this kind of magic power can be accepted by wizards is very clearly expressed, and many of the methods have a trace of feasibility.

Especially the last paper, about the natural creation of the Patronus Charm.

"This paper will bring about a revolution in the wizarding world, my dear boy."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Bree, then put away the papers on the table.

She said very seriously: "Are you sure you want to announce it? In my opinion, this will bring you trouble. Of course, I believe that they will not break into Hogwarts so blatantly before they have researched something. But, I don’t understand, I don’t think you would be an old scholar.”

I would give up my current stability for academics.

The Illusion Game is already well-known enough for Bree. If this paper publishes a paper on what natural magic is and how to explore it, it will bring a lot of attention to Bree.

"Professor, I think you have heard of the Oude family."

Old...

Professor McGonagall was stunned and asked with a hint of confusion: "I didn't expect you to care about this?"

In an instant, Professor McGonagall laughed again.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that's what you think, ambitious little guy."

From Professor McGonagall's point of view, it is not a bad thing to create a family of your own. In other words, the current wizarding world is originally an environment where families are distinguished. How could McGonagall and Minerva not be a member of the same family? However, Professor McGonagall has been teaching at Hogwarts, and has not been too involved in the direct affairs of the relatives at home.

"Then I wish you good luck, Bri. I will show this paper to other professors and help you publish it. With the joint signatures of several of our professors, I think it still has some status in academic newspapers. In recent years, academic newspapers It’s not really fun, so I thought this would be your gift for Christmas.”

"Thank you, Professor." Bree nodded with a smile and said, "Then Merry Christmas, Professor, you can pay more attention to the owl tomorrow."

With that, Bree said goodbye to the professor and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

"Well, Miss Astoria?"

"What's up?"

At the door of the lounge, Astoria was standing holding a gift box. The cold corridor was empty and seemed a little deserted. At this time, all the little wizards got on the train home, but there were also some little wizards who chose Got to stay in school.

"Oude...this is a Christmas gift for you. I'm sorry, my owl is sick. I haven't used the owl in the school, so I gave it to you myself."

It's not easy to refuse a Christmas gift.

Taking the gift box from Astoria's hand, the bells decorated on it jingled.

"Thank you, Miss Astoria, but you'd better go back and rest. It's very cold today, so it's better to be in front of the warm fireplace."

Bree said gently, and at the same time, he reminded Astoria to get out of the way. He didn't want the cold wind to blow here.

"Oh, oh good."

Astoria followed Bree into the lounge. In the lounge, there were many Slytherin students who stayed. When these little wizards saw her coming in behind Bree, they all looked at her with curiosity. Come over, she blushed and ran back to her dormitory.

"Uh-huh, in a blink of an eye, I'm here to find you again." Draco sat in the warmest seat next to the fireplace, half-squinted his eyes, looked at the box in Bree's hand, curled his lips and said, "It's so ugly. Well, only unruly guys would think of giving gifts to others before Christmas. Are all the owls being caught to make roast chicken?"

Bree put the box on the table in the lounge, sat on the sofa nearby, and said softly: "Maybe you should learn to be tolerant, Draco."

In the lounge, the flames of the fireplace were fluttering, and most of the people who had not gone home were preparing gifts to give out, such as Pansy and Azar.

Azar looked at Brie secretly, with confusion flashing in his eyes. He seemed to already know something, such as who was the one who attacked him last year.

"Hey Ode, can I talk to you?"

Azar approached Bree cautiously, put on a smile, and did not flinch even when he saw Draco's stinky face.

"That person is lying on the ground..."

"Oh, please shut up, idiot!" Draco was so frightened that he cursed when he heard a few words popping out of Azar's mouth, and then said: "You are not a British wizard, but you are in England now. , I think your mother should have told us about the taboos here."

"Also, if you want to investigate anything, please do it yourself and don't mess with us."

Draco looked at Bree and said, "Let's go out for a stroll, maybe staying at Hogwarts is just to occupy the lounge, don't just stay around."

After telling Bree, Draco said to Pansy: "Please, the beautiful Miss Pansy, can you help Bree check whether the gift from the Greengrass family has been laced with a love drug? See you later."

Bree shrugged helplessly and stood up with Draco.

Pansy forced a smile. She still wanted to go out with Draco, but it seemed that she couldn't.

"Okay, Draco, but be back before dinner."

As a young lady from an ancient family, she is polite and understands that when a man goes out, he only needs to give him time to return without asking any questions, so Pansy helped Draco stop Azar who was still trying to chase him out.

"Mr. Azar, you'd better not do stupid things all the time. Also, that adult can't tell you, otherwise your mother won't be able to save you."

Pansy saw that Azar looked a little sick due to long-term illness, covered his mouth and coughed, then sat down with a smile.

Here, Draco and Bree left the lounge and walked on the stairs.

Draco said: "That is to say, you don't often stay in Slytherin, otherwise Azar's nervous style will definitely refresh your understanding of him. Sometimes I really wonder, why can you be in Snake's Den?" A lion got in, is the Sorting Hat really broken?"

Speaking of the Sorting Hat, Draco was curious again: "By the way, is there any difference between Gryffindor's sword in the Sorting Hat? When you hold it in your hand, do you feel that your whole body is full of power, like a storybook?" As it said..."

Walking to the entrance of the secret room on the second floor, Bree heard Draco's strange speech, shook his head and said, "It's just a sharp sword, but it's made of a special material that can suppress magic power, so it can kill black people all over the body. A basilisk with a magical aura.”

Pushing open the bathroom door, Bree walked in with Draco.

After the basilisk was discovered here last semester, it was sealed off by the professors. Of course, for Bree, this was just a matter of unlocking the spell.

"How are we going to get in? I heard it requires parseltongue. Do we need to knock Potter out and capture him?"

Draco was a little excited and rubbed his wrist, ready to move.

Bree smiled, then heard a hiss coming out of his mouth.

"Open!"

"Ugh!" Draco looked at Bree in amazement, and saw the door of the secret room slowly appearing in the bathroom.

"Don't be surprised, it's just Parseltongue, you can master it if you learn it casually." Bree seemed to have forgotten how Voldemort disliked him when he learned Parseltongue with Voldemort last semester, and now he is very pretentious, making Draco Stunned.

"Really, is Parseltongue simple?" Draco looked into Bree's eyes suspiciously. He thought that maybe Bree knew it from the beginning, but she just didn't say it out loud.

When Bree saw this, her eyes suddenly turned red for a moment, which made Draco's legs twitch.

"Hmph, let's go."

After passing through a long and narrow passage, Bree and Draco came underground. Draco said dissatisfied: "There is nothing interesting here, the basilisks are all dead."

Even so, Draco still looked left and right, full of excitement of exploration.

"The basilisk is just a guard kept here. Things are hidden here."

Bree and Draco came to the underground hall. The statue of the old man here was still standing. Under the deep eyes, there was full of black light, as if watching Draco and Bree who entered here.

"Hiss..."

"Speak to me, Slytherin—the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Accompanied by Bree's snake language, the statue opened its mouth wide, and a deep passage appeared in front of their eyes.

"Go in." Brie didn't feel the dangerous atmosphere, but still took the lead into the passage.

The echo in the passage was very loud, and Bree glanced lightly, and found that there were snake-like patterns all over the wall of the passage, covered with a lot of magic power.

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is not the wet place outside. According to rumors, every giant has his own treasure, and they all left it in Hogwarts, and the treasure that belongs to Slytherin is likely to be It’s here, but alas…”

Bree shook her head and said to Draco, who looked curious: "I was fortunate enough to meet a descendant of Slytherin. He told me that Slytherin's wealth had long been taken away by his descendants, and Although his wisdom remains at Hogwarts, it is not suitable for the current wizarding world."

"You know Slytherin in his later years, Draco."

Draco nodded. Regarding Slytherin himself, many pure-blood families have records.

Rumor has it that in his later years, Slytherin seemed to have changed into a different person. He was crazy, arrogant, tyrannical, and extreme. He began to study some strange black magic and even conducted in vivo experiments. He was eventually discovered by the remaining three giants. They stopped Slytherin, but Slytherin resolutely cut ties with other giants and left Hogwarts for his research and ideas.

"Are Slytherins looking for immortality, Bree?" Draco asked.

"As a descendant of Slytherin, isn't You-Know-Who looking for eternal life?"

Draco looked deep into the passage, feeling a little worried about Bree coming here this time, fearing that Bree was also in the secret room on this road. In his heart, Bree was probably a descendant of Slytherin.

"This, I don't know, that was all a thousand years ago."

Bree smiled, and a wide platform appeared in front of her, and a small door came into view.

"go in."

Bree slowly opened the door. There was nothing weird inside. Instead, it looked like a classroom, filled with experimental items and some bookshelves. The bookshelves were full of manuscripts. On the podium, there were There are some gorgeous quills.

"Oh, I feel like I've walked into the Potions classroom." Draco slapped his nose with his hand, looking at the contents of the bottles and jars with obvious discomfort.

"Mr. Slytherin is a master of potions. Of course, he is also very famous for his alchemy."

Bree looked around, but the value of the things here was not high. According to Voldemort, every generation of Slytherin's descendants knew about this secret room. Many people had been here, and almost all of them were helpful to them. Everything was taken away, and most of what was left behind were things they couldn't study or understand.

Bree saw a book on the podium.

"Ancient souls." Bree muttered softly, then ignored the black gas rising above and opened the page.

"Oh, Bree..." Seeing the black energy in the book and being unable to do anything about Bree, Draco swallowed and his voice became smaller and smaller.

However, he didn't dare to touch anything here. He just stayed closer to Bree. He always felt that it was a bit eerie here.

Brie flipped through the books and quickly finished the book. The things on it were indeed very weird, especially the one that said that this world had suffered a soul crisis, and the soul always went to another world in a strange way, and the road connected the two worlds. The gates to the world were also suppressed to prevent the world from becoming barren.

Bree put the book down. This was not what he was looking for. He came here to find information about the Resurrection Stone, not to read story books.

"Hey, Bree, have you noticed that there seems to be something extra here, that portrait, I don't remember it being... eh?"

Draco pointed at the portrait on the wall, and suddenly couldn't move, as if he had been put under a petrification spell.

Bree frowned.

The painting was clearly filled with misty black fog just now, but now, a young and coquettish man appeared on it.

"Mr. Slytherin?"

Bree felt no malice, only a familiar soul force in the painting.

The portrait did not respond to Bree for a long time, but Bree believed in his own feelings, and the surroundings seemed to start to vibrate, the wall behind the podium began to shake, and a hidden door appeared.

"It's the breath of the source of the world..." A melodious and aria-like words came, slowly advancing like a noble son singing on the stage.

"Great young man, I hope you didn't take the liberty of coming here to say that Hogwarts is gone and Slytherin is history."

In the portrait, the young man looked at Bree, as if he wanted to see through Bree. He glanced at Draco casually and said quickly: "Maybe you need to leave him alone for a while."

The hidden door opened, and what came into view was a gorgeous and noble silver-green study room.

(End of this chapter)