Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Are you sure this is here?"

Harry reached out and touched the empty wall and asked suspiciously.

"Purebred." Glenn ignored his question and said to himself.

Under Harry's surprised gaze, a stone door hidden in the wall slowly opened, revealing the furnishings of the Slytherin common room.

"Take off your glasses." Glenn whispered and walked into the door first.

This is a basement that combines simplicity and luxury, which is completely opposite to the bright style of the Ravenclaw common room. The walls and ceiling are made of whole granite, without much polishing, but it looks...

Somewhat elegant.

The silver chandelier is tied by a dark iron chain and hangs from the ceiling, shining with green light. The fireplace in the center is also covered with exquisite reliefs, and a blazing fire is burning inside.

The furniture and furnishings in the lounge are also quite elegant, but although the meticulous workmanship can be seen, their colors are mostly dark tones, making the entire lounge look gloomy and dim.

This place is located underground, and the windows are also below the water surface of the Black Lake. There is no sunlight all day long. You can only see groups of fish swimming by and swaying water plants in the distance. In addition, the lake is covered with a thick layer of ice at this time.

, covered with snow, there was almost no light outside the window, leaving only darkness.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the sofa by the window, staring blankly at the dark lake outside the window. A black notebook was placed on the low table in front of him, which looked very much like Riddle's Horcrux diary.

He didn't seem to be absorbed by the diary like Ginny in the original book. Although he still looked as decadent as when he started school, his light blond hair was not trimmed and was tied casually into a ponytail, but if you look closely, his

His face was very normal, not sickly pale.

Hearing the movement from the door, he raised his head, glanced across the two of them, and landed on Glenn.

"Why are you back, Pansy?" He frowned slightly and asked coldly.

Glenn was stunned for a moment, quickly regained his composure, and explained casually, "I accidentally left something on the dining table in the auditorium, and ran back to get it again."

Malfoy glanced thoughtfully and said nothing.

"Draco..." Harry hesitated and said tentatively, "At the dinner just now, we heard the Hufflepuff people talk about... the secret room that was opened... you must know something about it...

, who is manipulating all this..."

Malfoy's eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze subconsciously fell on the diary.

"It has nothing to do with you." He stood up and reached for his diary, "It's almost time, Pansy, let's go."

"Go? Where?" Glenn was startled. Although his face remained calm, there was a big question mark in his heart.

The young master didn't look at his reaction, he just walked to the door, turned around and stared at him.

Harry had a confused look on his face and asked, "It's so late, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with you." Malfoy glanced at him and said coldly.

Glenn heard the urgency hidden in his tone, hesitated for a moment, and already made a decision in his heart.

No matter what Malfoy's purpose is, it is probably a very important matter to him, and he has obviously communicated with Pansy in advance. If he shows doubts and refuses now, it will inevitably arouse his suspicion.

By then, I'm afraid it won't be about gathering information, but about alerting others.

"Let's go, Draco." He walked to the door and said.

Harry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Glenn stopped him with his eyes.

Malfoy clutched the diary tightly and turned around to walk out of the lounge. Glenn winked at Harry, silently made a cloak gesture, and followed without hesitation.

Harry was the only one left in the Slytherin common room at Nottingham University. He thought for a moment and immediately understood Glenn's prompt. He pulled out the invisibility cloak from his robe and covered himself with it, and quickly walked out of the room.

Malfoy's footsteps seemed to be in a hurry, and his target seemed to be the girls' bathroom on the third floor, which was the entrance to the secret room.

Glenn secretly rejoiced that he was more thoughtful and had arranged in advance for Qiu and others to leave with the two unconscious little snakes.

However, he still retained a lot of doubts in his heart.

Judging from Malfoy's current state, it does not seem that his mind is controlled by the diary, and why he took Pansy to the secret room with him is also a mystery.

The two of them soon arrived at Myrtle's bathroom. Malfoy walked to the sink with ease and stared directly at one of the faucets.

"Open..." he said in a low, hissing voice.

As one of the people who mastered Parseltongue, Glenn instantly heard the clues. Although Malfoy's voice was very similar to Parseltongue, his pronunciation was still not completely accurate in the subtleties, and he was obviously imitating it.

Just like when many people learn foreign languages, they use Chinese or Pinyin to mark them.

This once again confirmed his suspicion that Malfoy was not actually controlled by the Horcrux diary.

On the map of the system, Harry's cursor also came nearby. Due to the invisibility cloak, Malfoy did not notice him.

"Open..."

"Open..."

Since he didn't really master Parseltongue, Malfoy tried it several times in succession.

While the young master was concentrating on his voice-activated code skills, Glenn quickly came to Harry's side and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't follow, stay here and wait for Dumbledore."

After many attempts, the pool finally moved.

The faucet flashed with a dazzling white light and began to transmit data quickly.

The entire washbasin and the mirror slowly descended and sank into the ground. A black hole as black as ink appeared on the wall, giving off the slightest hint of coldness.

"You go down first." Malfoy looked at Glenn expressionlessly and said.

Glenn didn't say anything and jumped into the hole without hesitation.

The process of sliding down is like playing on a large slide in a water park. The dust accumulated over the years makes the pipe smoother and faster.

The distance was longer than Glenn imagined, and gusts of wind whistled in his ears, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

The pipes were connected in a series of nine twists and turns, all the way to the depths of the ground. After a long time, they gradually began to become smoother, and the speed finally slowed down.

Glenn was in the air, subconsciously trying to stand up straight, but accidentally stepped on a bulge in the ground under his feet, and rushed forward a few steps. He waved his arms vigorously to maintain balance, and finally stopped his forward momentum.

As for falling face down to the ground.