After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Everyone forgot about Lockhart...

When Ron woke up again, he found that his broken wand was still with him, but Lockhart, who was knocked unconscious by the broken wand, was not in the medical wing.

No way, Lockhart cast a spell and killed himself? So Dumbledore and the others thought that Lockhart didn't need to be resuscitated, so he's not in the hospital wing now?

At this time, Harry and Ginny also woke up slowly, and the three of them lay on three single beds next to each other.

Through a door, they could see Madam Pomfrey brewing a potion.

"Harry, you saved me? Thank you so much!" Ginny looked at Harry adoringly with tears in her eyes.

"And me, Ginny." Ron pulled a donkey face. What a stinky sister! It was obviously he who went to Harry for help to save people. He didn't intend to save you from the beginning!

Harry smiled awkwardly, "I didn't save you. Ron came to me for help. We were planning to find Professor McGonagall, but we saw the sneaky Lockhart on the way, so we followed him all the way to the Chamber of Secrets. Then the basilisk appeared. If it weren't for Fawkes sending a sword, we would probably all be in the basilisk's stomach now."

"Thank you anyway!" Ginny insisted.

Madam Pomfrey outside heard their conversation and came in with three bottles of potions.

Each of them was given a bottle of potion, "You have been unconscious for two days. I have notified Dumbledore and they will be here soon."

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Weasley came in like a cannonball, and as soon as she entered, she held Ginny in her arms. The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Mr. Weasley patted Ron on the shoulder to make sure his youngest son was okay.

Harry had no parents, only the old headmaster sitting by his bed.

Harry: "..." Let me go, I want to go!

But he couldn't leave, and Dumbledore asked him to explain how he rescued Ginny.

Harry: I already said, no, it's me!

……

What the truth seemed to be important. The next day, when Yang Mei and Draco went to the restaurant for breakfast, they found that almost everyone was discussing the savior Harry Potter who bravely broke into the Chamber of Secrets and saved Ginny.

Draco listened for a moment.

"No way, do you have to be so exaggerated? Did Potter do... these difficult moves in the Chamber of Secrets?" Draco showed a toothache expression. What's the point of flipping 720 degrees in the air and shouting "Hand over Ginny"... What's the point!

"Did Potter tell them that?"

"I don't know, but I don't think so. It's enough for everyone to know that he went to the Chamber of Secrets yesterday and successfully brought Ginny Weasley out. They can imagine the rest by themselves, and they will think that their imaginations are particularly real."

An essential skill for experienced spectators: once someone gives you a framework, you can fill in the details in your mind.

What, the person involved said that’s not the case?

Who cares then?

Draco was only attracted by the nonsense in the restaurant for a while. After saying a few simple words to Yang Mei, he focused all his attention on the delicious breakfast in front of him.

Yang Mei poked at the century egg and lean pork porridge in the bowl. He used to think that school life in Hogwarts was too boring, but now he found that time passed quite quickly.

Go to class, watch some fun, and the school year will be over in the blink of an eye.

Especially this year he discovered that Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, was still alive and had become a ghost cultivator, which made his school days even more interesting.

In the following time, not only Voldemort and Riddle, but even Draco, who spent most of the time with Yang Mei, felt that this person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The answer is to go to the secret room and have a friendly exchange with our ancestors!

After going there more often, Yang Mei discovered that the secret room was much larger than the first time they went there.

In addition to the room with the snake head statue and the old man statue, the room full of bookshelves, and the room where Salazar said he would correct Voldemort's bloodline later, there were many other spaces around that could be used by him.

"You wouldn't have dug up a channel under the castle, would you?" Yang Mei looked at Salazar with a strange look.

Salazar remained calm. "It's not that exaggerated, but it does take up a lot of space. As you know, the castle is built on a hillside. From here, you can actually go to the side of the hillside and leave from there without having to go through the castle. I always go out from there."

So no one has ever discovered it.

Yang Mei knew that this old ancestor really thought that this kind of life where no one noticed him and he was always around was very interesting.

……

After the trip to the Chamber of Secrets, Yang Mei found that Harry had become more and more reclusive, and he was as elusive as he was. No one saw him in public except in class. It happened that the Quidditch game was over, so he didn't have to go to the stadium for training.

Of course, Yang Mei couldn't be like a pervert and watch people every day to see if they appeared in public places, but there are always people who enjoy doing this, such as Blaise Zabini.

"Are you an intelligence dealer?" Yang Mei asked him seriously.

Zabini suddenly understood: "So this is what an information dealer is! Your summary is so accurate!"

Yang Mei: “…” Okay, it’s also a talent.

Apart from anything else, Zabini's interpersonal skills are definitely the best among them.

One day at noon before the summer vacation, Yang Mei received a small note from Dumbledore, asking him to go to the principal's office in the evening.

Yang Mei didn't want to have a secret meeting with a white-bearded old man in pajamas late at night, nor did she want to be sold snacks that were so unpalatable that Yue was afraid of them, and she certainly didn't want to play Tai Chi with Dumbledore.

He glanced at the owl that delivered the note: "Open your mouth."

The owl stupidly opened its mouth, thinking the man wanted to feed it.

This is normal. Humans like to use this form of reward for their gifts, and they have become accustomed to it.

Yang Mei crumpled the small note into a ball and stuffed it into the owl's throat: "Okay, here's a cup of pumpkin juice, drink it, or you'll choke to death."

Draco witnessed his atrocities, but did not see what was written on the note.

"Isn't this owl going to be fed to death by you?" Draco watched the owl, after being obviously stunned for a moment, begin to stretch its neck desperately, as if it wanted to stretch its neck two miles out.

But obviously it can't do this, and the result of continuing like this is that it will break its own neck.

"Didn't I give you pumpkin juice?" Yang Mei pushed the cup towards the owl. "Don't act like I want to murder you. It's just a small paper ball. You don't even know how many pebbles of this size you've eaten!"

The owl pretended not to understand what Yang Mei was saying. It lowered its head and drank the pumpkin juice in the cup in one gulp, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Oh my god, it was pretending. I really thought it was going to choke to death!" Draco exclaimed.

Yang Mei snorted twice: "I was just talking nonsense. How could I know if it was fake? I tricked it and it turned out to be true."

I put my hands up and blame this owl for being so impatient.

"Wait a minute, the focus should be on the note, right?" Draco realized that he had gone off topic, and his attention was all on the owl's acting skills. "This kind of little note can only make me think of one person - Dumbledore. So he wants to see you for something? Could it be that he knows what happened in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Draco began to recall frantically, wondering if there was anything he had not considered carefully.

When they came out of Salazar's room and arrived at the battle scene, both the people and the basilisk were unconscious. Even if Ron Weasley woke up later, he was immediately given a forgetfulness spell and a sleeping spell. Oh, and Fawkes, the bird is still locked in a small cage.

It can be said to be foolproof.

"If he knows, then he knows. He has no evidence." Yang Mei said in a relaxed tone, "And I didn't even plan to go. You also saw that the note was eaten by the owl. Who can prove that I received the note?"

"You... act like a scoundrel." Draco's tone contained a hint of admiration.

"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words." Yang Mei said with a fake smile.

Draco sat upright and gave him a thumbs up: "You are truly a wise man."