HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Recently, students have borrowed out all the copies of "Hogwarts, A History" in the library, and even other related books. In the past two days, the library has been full of people, and Madam Pince has to remind students to be quiet from time to time.

At the Black Lake on the weekend, the cold wind blew past, and Gloria concentrated on "Hogwarts, A History", which was a book that Draco had snatched from other students and was very much in line with his style.

"Can't find it?" Draco asked, leaning over. This book, which was half the size of a pillow, had more than a thousand pages, but Gloria read it very quickly.

Gloria shook her head distractedly, "I didn't see the words 'Chamber of Secrets'. Hogwarts has been established for so long that maybe Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't know all the secrets."

As soon as he finished speaking and turned the last page, he found no relevant information in the school history book.

"You don't know as much as you do in the school history books. At least we know that it was left by Salazar Slytherin. What do you think the founder would leave in it?"

Draco seemed to have forgotten about Mrs. Norris who was petrified. On the second day after the incident, Headmaster Dumbledore clarified that the cat was not dead, but was just petrified. It would recover after drinking the potion made from the mandrake matured.

This clarification has greatly alleviated the students' panic. Being petrified is not fatal, so the atmosphere on campus is pretty good now.

Gloria said silently in her heart: What else can be left, a basilisk.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Draco raised his pale and handsome face slightly, and pressed his left hand on his chest. "With the protective magic item you gave me, of course I'm not afraid."

"So you have to wear it all the time and never take it off. It's best not to let other people see it." Gloria looked serious.

Feeling the scales that matched his body temperature, he said, "Of course I won't tell you. I wrote a letter to my father about the secret room, but he only replied today. You were too busy reading to read it to me."

He pulled out a letter with the Malfoy family crest printed on it.

Gloria didn't expect him to show it to her directly, she thought he would just dictate it to her at most.

Lucius replied in the letter that he didn't know much about the Chamber of Secrets, but it was opened fifty years ago and a Muggle-born student died at that time. Hogwarts was almost closed, and the matter was only ended after the murderer was caught. Since it happened fifty years ago and the Ministry of Magic deliberately blocked the news, this was all he knew, and he told Draco to be careful at school.

Gloria returned the letter to him. "Fifty years ago, in your grandfather's time, no one knew who the Muggle-borns who died were or who the murderers who were caught were."

The young man smiled maliciously, showing no fear at all. "Isn't the Chamber of Secrets meant to eliminate Muggle-born wizards? We are pure-bloods, so we should worry about the other three houses. They have collected a lot of clay figurines."

"But if a student really dies, the school will have to be closed. I like Slytherin House and don't want that to happen."

This is the school her ancestors helped to found. Apart from the founder, she is the second Slytherin to come to the school.

Gloria's silver pupils stared at the Black Lake, where a giant squid's tentacles slowly slid across the lake.

A warm hand rested on her arm, and he turned his head to see her reflected in the boy's gray-blue eyes. "Don't worry, when Hogwarts closes, we can go to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry together. My father wanted to send me there, but my mother refused because she thought it was too far and too cold. They only accept pure-blood wizards. We will be more comfortable there, and we can learn dark magic at Durmstrang."

No matter how good Durmstrang is, it is not as good as Slytherin House. Gloria sighed thoughtfully, "I still prefer Slytherin, Draco. I hope this year will be smooth and nothing bad will happen again."

The boy next to him stood up and stretched out his bony hands in front of him, "Let's go back to the dormitory first. If you keep being exposed to the wind like this, you'll get sick."

Gloria shook his hand and found it was very warm.

"Are you really not cold?" Draco thought he would feel a cold hand.

Gloria pointed at the clothes and said, "The clothes are made of hair that is full of fire magic, so it's not cold."

Draco didn't let go of her hand as they left. They walked hand in hand towards the castle. The boy asked her, "Are you coming home for Christmas next month?"

Although it is only November, many people have already started discussing how to spend Christmas, and the list of people going home will be compiled in the second week of next month.

"Of course I'm going home, but I can choose Christmas presents now." Thinking of Slytherin Manor, Gloria missed the nagging of those portraits.

Draco's eyes were filled with joy. "I will definitely choose a gift for you carefully, and you should also carefully choose a gift for me."

Gloria pointed at his chest and said, "The best gift is already on you."

The young man stroked the black scales under his collar and said, "This is half..."

When they arrived at the auditorium, it was just lunch time. Gloria saw Harry and his friends in the crowd and was about to go over to say hello when she was pulled back by Draco.

"Don't talk to them. Can't you see that everyone else is hiding?"

Gloria was pulled to sit at the Slytherin table.

A group of ghosts floated over the auditorium. Today, the Bloody Baron randomly picked a seat and sat down. Peeves did not dare to show up.

"Oh - I've already said that Harry, Hermione and Ron went to attend my 500th death anniversary. The Fat Friar and Patrick all knew about it. I can prove that the prank in the corridor was not done by them!"

Nearly Headless Nick shouted angrily at the Gryffindor table, and the fat monk immediately floated over, "Yes, we had a great time chatting at the party."

Nick, who was almost headless, continued: "It was almost nine o'clock when they left. How could they do those things? Stop slandering these three poor children."

Because he was talking so excitedly, Nick's neck fell to one side.

It seemed that the Gryffindor students were beginning to believe the ghosts' explanation. Students who usually had a good relationship with Harry and his friends had already approached them. The other two houses no longer stared at the three of them with strange looks, except for Slytherin.

"If not Harry, who else could it be?"

"Who knows, was there anyone who didn't attend the dinner?"

"Everyone is busy having fun, so who cares about this?"

The students at the table were talking about it and became more curious about the secret room.

Draco stared at the ghosts and rolled his eyes at where Harry was, "Scarhead is attending a ghost party. It seems that he is no longer satisfied with showing off to the living."

Gloria choked and coughed twice before she calmed down. A glass of juice was handed to her. Draco looked quite indignant, "You always don't like me saying bad things about Scarhead."

She took a sip of juice and shook her head, "No, it's just that your statement about not being satisfied and showing off to a living person sounds funny."

Draco was satisfied, and with a smug smile, he scooped a piece of meat pie for her, "You're telling the truth."

Gloria took a bite of the meat pie that was crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside. She didn't plan to look for Harry and the others recently. It just so happened that the three of them deliberately avoided her, probably because they didn't want to be asked about what happened in the corridor that night.

With the ghosts' evidence, everyone gradually believed that the bloody words in the corridor were not written by Harry and others.

However, after searching through all the information, no words related to the Chamber of Secrets were found. In Hogwarts, where entertainment was already scarce, the focus on the Chamber of Secrets did not diminish over time.