After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

After the Transfiguration class, Yang Mei and Draco were stopped by Harry in the corridor, while Ron stubbornly stood three meters away.

In fact, Harry felt that it was better not to let Ron hear some things, so he didn't force Ron to stand next to him.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Mei asked him.

"That's right, I want to ask you if you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets." Harry scratched his head nervously.

Yang Mei found it very strange: "Didn't you ask Professor McGonagall in class just now? How can you think we know more than the professor?"

"Probably, intuition." Harry said seriously, "In my heart, I always feel that Selwyn is very mysterious and powerful. Just like the problem with my scar, even Madam Pomfrey can't cure my headache, at most she can only alleviate it, but you can help me solve the problem."

"But that's because I have my own purpose, and it's not to help you." Yang Mei reminded him.

"But I did benefit from it, that's a fact," Harry said stubbornly.

"OK, fine, as long as you are happy." Yang Mei didn't want to argue with him too much on this issue.

"But I'm sorry to disappoint you. We don't know any more information about the secret room. I also advise you not to be too curious.

In what capacity do you explore this? The savior of the magic world?" Yang Mei looked at him sharply.

"Of course not!" Harry denied reflexively, "I'm just an ordinary person, not a savior!"

Yang Mei suddenly laughed: "I think you should watch more movies if you have the chance. When a person is silenced, the killer will often say 'You know too much'.

Of course, if this person is strong enough, he does not need to worry about his own safety even if he knows a lot of secrets.

So, do you think you are strong enough?"

Harry hung his head in frustration: "I'm not. But, but are we just going to ignore the matter of the Chamber of Secrets?" For some reason, he always felt that this wave was directed at him.

Almost all of his thoughts were written on his face, and it was hard for Yang Mei not to understand.

"You think too much. This wave is not aimed at you. You should think like this. With your fighting ability, you can't resist even if it is aimed at you. Instead of relying on yourself, you might as well hope that Dumbledore can protect you." Yang Mei said this without considering Harry's fragile boyish heart at all.

The boy has become more emo, like a mushroom growing in a dark corner.

Ron yelled, "Harry, what's wrong with you? Are these two evil... huh?!"

Harry marveled at the speed of his hands and covered Ron's mouth in time.

Alas, if only his friend didn’t have a mouth.

Harry let go of his hand only after Yang Mei and Draco walked away.

"Why are you blocking my mouth?" Ron glared.

"I'm afraid you'll vomit slugs. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of them, do you?" Harry immediately made up an excuse.

"But I haven't vomited slugs in the past two days!" Ron defended himself loudly.

"Just in case, what if you vomit again? Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's go to the restaurant quickly..."

……

The weather is good today, with a clear blue sky and white clouds. You can see them clearly when you look up, without any obstruction from the view of fog.

Even better, the temperature today is also suitable.

In order to make use of such good weather, Yang Mei and Draco decided to have a picnic by the Black Lake.

Such an interesting thing, Zabini, Parkinson, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle also want to join in.

Yang Mei and Draco did not refuse. It was more lively with more people. Besides, the open space next to the Black Lake was so large that no one would disturb anyone else as long as they wanted.

"Professor McGonagall was a little abnormal today. According to her personality, she shouldn't talk so much in class." Zabini brought up a topic.

"You can see that she is very worried. If there really is such a secret chamber and it has been opened, it means that the heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts." Nott said, he looked a little happy, "Even after so many years, the oppression brought by the Dark Lord still lingers in their hearts!"

Seeing him like this, Yang Mei couldn't help but ask, "Nott, you're not a fanatic fan of the Dark Lord, are you?"

"Of course!" Nott puffed up his chest proudly, "Although my father is still imprisoned in Azkaban because of the turmoil eleven years ago. But the Nott family always believes that following the Dark Lord is the right thing to do."

Finally, he added in a low voice: "It would be better if the Dark Lord was not so crazy. I heard from my mother that the Dark Lord was not that kind of person earlier."

Yang Mei gave Nott a thumbs up and said, "Even in the Muggle world, you are a qualified fan.

If Voldemort really returns to the wizarding world one day, I will make sure he knows that he has a loyal fan like you."

"Yeah, right! You also think that the Dark Lord will definitely come back, right?!" Nott's eyes lit up.

"But, the heir of Slytherin, isn't this referring to the Dark Lord? In today's wizarding world, apart from him, there is no one else with Slytherin blood, right?" Zabini questioned, "Does this mean that the Dark Lord has returned? Otherwise, who opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Hmm..." Yang Mei was rarely speechless.

How to say it, I’m back but not completely back.

The Dark Lord is so powerful that even a tiny fragment of his soul can open the Chamber of Secrets, release monsters, and plunge the entire Hogwarts into panic.