Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Professor Sprout's location was told to him by a ghost. When he saw Jodi, the ghost had an ambiguous smile on his face: "Take me to say hello to Mordrea~"

"Hey, did you hear that? He asked me to say hello to you."

"Humph, I'm not good! Red-crowned Spotted Chicken!" Mordrea had a small temper to protest that Jodi was too busy to pay attention to him.

"Huh? Who is this?" The Sorting Hat was very surprised by the appearance of the third voice.

"Hello, I am Moaning Myrtle..." Yao Jinniang, who was originally showing off her teeth and claws, suddenly changed into a very well-behaved look, "Hello Mr. Sorting Hat, you originally judged that I need to be a little less talented to go to Ravenclaw.

It was you who listened to my appeal."

Jody had no time to talk to her, but she still had to tell this guy who was afraid of loneliness what was happening outside.

"Oh~ Myrtle Warren? Yes, yes, I still remember...I, I actually want to talk to you, but although we have worked together in the same school for so many years, we have not been in contact with each other for so many years.

Opportunities are few and far between." The Sorting Hat sighed, looking like an ordinary old man.

"If, I mean if. If I hadn't sorted you into Ravenclaw, which has a relatively strong self-awareness, you wouldn't have encountered those... bad things." The voice of the Sorting Hat has never been heard before.

He showed strong uneasiness, and Jodi could even clearly feel his fear.

But compared to its mood, Jodi was more concerned about Mordrea's reaction, "Sir, that's all in the past."

"It's okay, Jody. I don't mind answering." Mordrea held her strength and stubbornness, "Of course it's not your fault, my final death was just an accident. Sister Helena's enlightenment and Professor Binns

Your class has made me no longer dwell on my own death. I am still grateful to you for allowing me to become a Ravenclaw. Although it was only a short four years, I have gained everything that I can recall to this day."

"Really?" The Sorting Hat sounded relieved, and then it started to cry and became emotional, "I'm sorry to mention this, but this problem has been tormenting me for quite a long time. It's like a child was born from me.

The curse has been haunting me since the beginning.

Have you heard of a story? Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Filius Flitwick both possess the qualities of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, making it difficult for me to choose.

In the end, I let McGonagall go to Gryffindor and Flitwick to Ravenclaw. As you know, they became the heads of the corresponding houses.

I often wonder if everything would have been different if I had changed my choices... At Hogwarts, the impact of the division of houses is more strict than you think, Mr. Jody."

Jody was a little embarrassed when her thoughts accidentally leaked out.

"Maybe my comfort is a little trivial, but I believe it is definitely not your fault. Human flaws are actually much more unexpected, and opportunities for going astray are everywhere. You should not bear this responsibility, and more students will just

I am grateful to you.”

"Thank you..." The Sorting Hat muttered his thanks many times, "Thank you, this is really important to me."

At this time, everyone had turned back and headed towards Professor Sprout's office.

"But I still think my choice is suitable for you, Jody." It sounds like the Sorting Hat has adjusted its mood, and in return for Jody's comfort, it mentioned Jody's house.

"You have many qualities that are exactly the same as Salazar Slytherin. The only thing you lack may be your admiration for Godric. If I observe correctly, you should have obtained one of the seven inheritances?"

"?" Jodi was confused by the direction of the topic, "What inheritance?"

"You don't seem to understand yet? After Salazar disappeared, major families came to retrieve their secret treasures. In the end, some people succeeded and others failed. They made a big fuss. At this time, the Gaunt family

Interceding, Rowena Ravenclaw integrated and delivered seven relatively independent secret treasures to the Gaunt family and agreed to let these seven secret treasures exist as the exclusive privilege of Slytherin House. They were called Slaters.

Lin inheritance.

Did you defeat all the other members holding the mark?"

"I..." Jodi was about to deny it, but a terrifying image of half man and half snake flashed through his mind, interrupting him. How much did he play that night?

"It seems you have a clue?" the Sorting Hat continued, "It's the Night Devil Weaving Internet Cafe. Very early on, Ravenclaw wanted to let me manage the dream, but in the end I had to give up. The owner of the dream must be ten

Little wizards under the age of eight must be the only winner, and the administrator must have the password and control the nightmare's skull crystal, and the administrator has less control over the dream than the dream owner.

This is Slytherin's internal affairs, so I am allowed to be biased. You are already the only owner of the dream. The winner has a soul essence prepared for you in the skull crystal, and due to your age, you are now the dream.

The actual owner. Then as long as you follow the spiritual essence that connects your soul to find the location of the skull crystal, it will not be difficult to crack the password."

This was really a surprise. Jody couldn't help but grin. How anxious were the Slytherins now? No wonder all the Slytherins looked at him very strangely recently.

"Yes, I will definitely remember it!"

The shock of the unexpected surprise did not make Jody relax. He was often used to pursuing victory when his luck exploded. "Then the seven secret treasures of Slytherin..."

"Professor Sprout, you are indeed in the office!" Quirrell looked relieved at last, which made Professor Sprout look confused.

Sprout, still holding a quill in her hand, was wearing pajamas. She looked outside and asked strangely, "April Fool's Day? If I remember the date well, it shouldn't be here yet?"

The conversation was interrupted. What was more important at this time was the matter here.

Instead of the negative mentality of "I just don't want to be greedy and save Mordria." At this time, Jody's mind was filled with "Scamanda's underground palace training" and the secrets of the underground palace.

What's more important is that Quirrell wouldn't refuse him to follow him and participate in the research.

"No, you are joking." Professor Quirrell sorted out what he wanted to say in his mind, "We still have to start with the seventh door. As you know, I am responsible for the maintenance of the magic circle."

"Yes, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Professor Sprout immediately guessed his purpose.

"Yes, we spent a lot of time interpreting the magic circle and proposed a reconstructed structure. But after the new structure is completed, we cannot replace it and enter the seven-layer door. The magic circle will actively attack those who try to rewrite it."

"Then...even if you come to me..."

"After investigation, we feel that there may be a trial in the underground palace that can help us obtain a sufficient level of authority, so I hope you can have clues here." Quirrell explained his purpose clearly and looked at Sprout expectantly.

"That area of ​​the underground palace was originally used for this!?" Sprout suddenly realized, but before Quirrell started to look forward to it, she poured a basin of cold water down, "But it's early spring now, so far away from the underground palace.

It will take more than a month to start!"