HP: White Lord of Slytherin

On the way back to the dormitory, Dumbledore was silent. Gloria hesitated for a long time before asking, "Principal Dumbledore, we are all interested in the Chamber of Secrets, so we looked up some information. As far as I know, the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago?"

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes met hers. "It seems Miss Albert has found out a lot."

"Actually, it was the information Draco shared with me. Could the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets this time be the descendant of the one who opened it fifty years ago?" Gloria also wanted to find that person, but the system said that the basilisk could only be taken back at the end of the school year. If the person was caught in advance, the crisis in the Chamber of Secrets would naturally be resolved.

"This matter is very complicated." Dumbledore said slowly: "Miss Albert is still a student. The professors and I will resolve this matter."

It was normal for the principal to be reluctant to reveal it, after all, she was only a sophomore.

"Did Miss Albert see or hear anything else at the time?"

Gloria looked up and saw the pair of blue eyes full of wisdom and kindness. "No, I was just startled. Suddenly someone fell in the corridor. He might want to go to see Harry secretly."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought a bunch of grapes on the way to the medical wing.

The old man beside him was wearing a long woolen dressing gown. He raised his hand to adjust his large nightcap. "Mr. Creevey is a good boy. The mandrake you met in the first herbology class will heal him and Mrs. Norris."

When do those mandrakes ripen?

In the first class, we changed their pots. They were still young at that time and it would take several months for them to mature.

When Colin wakes up, he will definitely tell her about her meeting with Basil. She can only hope that day will come later, at least until the end of the school year. In short, the identity of the heir of Slytherin can no longer be concealed.

But it doesn't matter, she was going to return to the magical world on behalf of her family.

"I hope Miss Albert can keep Colin's petrification a secret until Monday."

Gloria understood Headmaster Dumbledore's thoughts. The weekend was a time for rest, and the students should be afraid when they knew about this.

"Okay Headmaster, thank you for taking me back. I will remind Draco not to tell anyone about this."

With Draco's personality, if he hadn't been reminded earlier, he would definitely have mentioned the petrification incident to attract attention.

Dumbledore nodded with relief and said, "I've heard that Miss Albert has a good relationship with Malfoy." He winked jokingly.

Gloria choked for a moment and explained dryly: "Because we are good friends, Draco is not actually a bad person."

"I know." Headmaster Dumbledore was not as unconvinced as the others. "Lucius and Narcissa dote on him very much. It's not surprising that he has a bad temper."

When they reached the door of the common room, Dumbledore stopped and said, "Go to bed early."

Gloria nodded and gave the command to go in, wondering if the headmaster had ever been to the Slytherin common room, as it seemed he was a Gryffindor graduate.

Dumbledore stood at the door and did not leave. He always cared about Harry's friends. He knew that Miss Albert had had a brief dispute with Harry and his friends over some of Salazar's ideas, but now it seemed that they had reconciled.

Without the Sorting Hat's comment, he might have been more suspicious of Miss Albert's stance, but for now, apart from feeling a little weird, this child did not have the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy.

It seemed that she had no close relationship with anyone in Slytherin House except Malfoy.

Back in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sent a message to Snape asking him to come over. Every professor had to know about this kind of thing that happened in the school, and the person who discovered Colin was a Slytherin student.

"What are you thinking about, why don't you put me on," the Sorting Hat suggested on the shelf.

"The last time I wore you was over a century ago. I still can't do it." Dumbledore waved his hand and sat down. "Remember Miss Albert?"

The tip of the Sorting Hat swung back and forth twice, as if thinking, "Remember, the thoughts in her mind are very special, very pure but without malice, with amazing ambitions but no evil thoughts, how magical!"

The Sorting Hat may sort the wrong house, but it is never wrong about a person's innermost thoughts.

Professor Snape, his black robe billowing, arrived at the office and asked with a dark face, "What's the matter?"

"A student has been petrified," said Dumbledore. "Colin Creevey, a first-year Gryffindor."

Snape thought for two seconds, "Potter's admirer."

As the Potions Professor, he remembered every student clearly, especially the Gryffindor students.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded. "Do you know who found him?"

Snape said nothing, looking coldly into the headmaster's blue eyes.

"You are still the same." Dumbledore knew his temper. "It was Miss Albert from your college. She went to the hospital wing to visit Malfoy and Harry, and saw Colin on her way back to the dormitory."

"Where was it found?"

"In a corridor not far from the hospital wing, Colin was petrified while holding a camera. However, the camera was damaged by powerful black magic and did not capture anything."

Snape was silent for a moment, then asked, "Should we close the school and investigate?"

"Not for now, but all professors need to patrol the castle. Both incidents so far have involved petrification, so there is still room for recovery." Dumbledore said, "What do you think of Miss Albert?"

Snape's face darkened, and his tone was slightly annoyed, "You doubt my students."

Dumbledore stood up, "No, I'm just curious. You know I care about anyone who appears around Harry."

"She is not a bad student." Snape said in a deep voice, "But she has a subtle arrogance. It is not the arrogance of pure bloods towards half-bloods and Muggles, but the scrutiny of the strong towards the weak."

Dumbledore was more interested. "As far as I can remember, she had no other student in Slytherin to talk to except Malfoy."

"Yes," said Snape. "She looks at her fellow housemates like crap... except for Malfoy."

Just like he looked at students from the other three colleges.

Dumbledore smiled when he heard this. "That is indeed amazing. I will inform the other professors about this and make a patrol list for the weekend."

"Anything else?" Snape asked grimly.

"No, thank you for the information."

From the moment he said the first word, Snape had already turned around and opened the door of the headmaster's office, and when he finished speaking the last word, the door had already closed.

Dumbledore spread his hands. "Is it so difficult to say a few more words to a kind-hearted me?"

The Sorting Hat whined and lowered its tip as if it was asleep.

Dumbledore sighed lightly, Apparated to the medical wing, and called several professors except Snape to explain everything to them.

Several professors were shocked to see Colin being petrified. Lockhart took two steps back calmly. He didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen in Hogwarts, but he was fluent in talking and the professors didn't take it seriously. They had heard similar words when Mrs. Norris was petrified last time.

Dumbledore said, "I will have Argus do a few patrols tonight. All professors will come to my office at 8am tomorrow morning to draw up a patrol list to ensure the safety of students at school."

Several professors nodded, and Professor Sprout whispered, "It will take a few months for the mandrake I planted to mature."

Mandrake is not easy to find, and she got this batch for teaching through many friends and graduated students.