Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

Draco got Sean's affirmation and knew it, although he was aggrieved to lose the bet to Blaise, and made that guy stinky for days.

　　 But Draco comforted himself, "I didn't lose, I just gave Sean face."

Some things spread quickly for some reason. The betting incidents that were only known to a few students in Slytherin, even the other colleges knew about it the next day, especially the three iron-headed children of Griffindor. Interest.

　　 Harry looked at the other two with a certainty and said, "Draco will never make this bet unfounded, I think he must know something about the Sorcerer's Stone."

　　 Ron thought, "Do you still think that Draco is playing the idea of ​​that room on the third floor?"

"Draco dared to make this bet, it shows that he is sure, but he actually gave up last night, what kind of person he is, you know how to give up easily, this is too shameful, not in line with his Personality." Hermione said with a reasonable and well-founded analysis.

　　 Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.

　　 Suddenly Harry had a flash of inspiration, "Or, let's ask Draco."

　　 "Farewell, when he sees the three of us, he has nothing to say, so why would he tell us." Ron thought it was impossible.

　　 "He won't tell us, but Crabbe and Gore, they should be okay," Harry said.

　　 "They and Draco vent their breath in the same nostril," Ron said.

"That's right, so they asked Draco that Draco would not be rejected." Harry said and looked at Hermione. The moment they looked at each other, they said the next sentence almost simultaneously. .

　　 "Compound decoction."

　　Hermione knew that the compound decoction was not uncommon, but Harry knew it too. Thanks to the calm learning environment on campus this semester, the boring Harry also listened to the lecture a little bit carefully.

　　 Snape only mentioned a few words about the compound decoction in the potions class. The formula of this potion is on the "Powerful Potion", and this book is in the restricted book zone.

　　 "That's a potion that can only be made in high grades." Hermione said in a higher tone.

　　 "I believe you can, you are the best." Harry looked at Hermione confidently.

　　Hermione said nothing, then the three of them gave a sly smile.

　　 However, what is more concerned about this game is a small black mouse.

　　 Voldemort had attached himself to a new black mouse from the gray mouse. When he returned to the castle, he happened to hear Slytherin students talking about Draco's bet with Blaise.

　　 Voldemort is so happy this time, it can be said that he has nowhere to look for it through his iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

　　 "Lucius is useless, his son is a bit useful." Although Voldemort hadn't determined whether Hough was really at Hogwarts, he had at least some clues.

　　 He was a thin mouse now, and he didn't pay attention to where he wanted to go. Voldemort changed his route, instead of going back to the secret room, he went to the Slytherin lounge.

　　 This night, Voldemort followed Draco and got the news he wanted.

　　 "I repeat, Nicole May's students are at school, but for some reason, I can only admit defeat." Draco said impatiently while sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

　　 Crabbe and Gore looked at each other and nodded, "We think so, Draco, you won't know that you will lose and promise him, there must be some reason."

　　 "Nonsense, if I hadn't agreed to Sean, I would have found Nicole May's student and slapped Blaise in the face," Draco said with disdain.

　　 Voldemort listened secretly in the corner, "It turns out that Hoff is really at Hogwarts, Sean, this student Helbo seems to have mentioned it."

　　 Draco knew just a little bit. As for the others, he didn't even know what Nicole May's students were called, let alone where they were at Hogwarts.

　　 Before Wormtail returned, Voldemort had to shuttle through the castle every day, looking for Hof Stark.

　　 Actually, Voldemort and Quirrell met Hough when Chris was kidnapped, but he didn't know that he was Hough until now.

　　 Twenty-one days later, on Friday, January 31, 1992, Hermione used ingredients stolen from Snape’s storeroom to make a compound decoction.

　　 "Hey, is this slimy pot really okay? I'm afraid I will die if I drink it." Ron pinched his nose and said disgustingly.

　　Hermione glared at him, and then said, "Add something on the person you want to change, such as hair or nails, and drink it again, and within an hour you will become the other person."

　　 Harry and Ron each took out an ampoule with a piece of hair in it.

　　 "This is Crabbe's hair," Harry said.

　　 "I belong to Gore," Ron said.

　　 Hermione took out a piece of hair about twenty centimeters long, "I’m Pansy Parkinson."

　　 The three of them will become the three closest relatives to Draco. In the next hour, they will ask as much information as possible.

　　 "How are the three of them?" Before drinking the compound soup, Hermione confirmed with Harry and Ron.

　　 "Uh, Crabbe and Gore were stunned by the drugged cake, but Pansy was not fooled. She should go back to the Slytherin lounge." Harry said.

　　 Hermione thought for a while and said, "It's almost time, so hurry up. It will be hard to get into the Slytherin lounge later."

　　 "What do you do?" Ron asked.

　　 "Only the two of you can go, and I will show you the stuff when I meet the real Pansy." Hermione said.

　　 Harry and Ron looked at each other, they were a little worried about whether they would mess up without Hermione.

　　 Hermione looked at the two of them hesitantly, glanced helplessly and said, "Go!"

　　 The two suffocated their breath and drank the disgusting compound decoction, and then the muscles on their faces began to squirm, and the color of their hair began to change to the color of Crabbe and Gore.

　　 Five minutes later, in the hallway of the Slytherin cellar, the fake Black and Gore were looking around waiting for someone.

At this time, it was after dinner ~www.wuxiahere.com~ the students returned to their dormitories after their meals. Harry and Ron didn't know the passphrase in the Slytherin common room. They could only wait for the Slytherin students to return. Then followed behind and mixed into the lounge.

　　 "Harry, someone is here," Ron said in a low voice.

　　 Harry saw that the coming Slytherin students were Sean, Cassius, and Chris. They stood there blankly, their movements extremely unnatural.

　　 "What are you two doing, don't you go back to the bedroom?" Cassius asked casually.

　　 "Ah, we're going to eat, take a walk, just walk around." Harry faked Crabbe nervously.

　　Cassius said to Sean, "These two freshmen have the same appetite as Graham has."

　　 Sean looked back while walking, "You are not bad."

　　 Harry and Ron immediately followed, and after the three of Sean entered the Slytherin lounge, they also successfully mixed in.

Sean felt that Crabbe and Gore were a little weird, but even Dumbledore could conceal the effect of the compound decoction. Sean couldn't see any clues by naked eyes, so he opened the eyes of magic with regular operations. .

　　 In the eyes of magic, this Crabbe's magical light is obviously much higher than that of students in the same grade, which is not the level Crabbe should have.

　　 "This trick has been advanced?" Sean suddenly thought of Harry and Ron mixing in Slytherin with Draco in the original plot, but that was when they were in the second grade.