Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

Having said this, he paused for a moment before continuing:

"It's just that if I really went to the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the time to take risks and publish new books that everyone would like to read. In the end, I had to give up with great reluctance."

“This is all for my fans!”

You're afraid of being exposed... Hermione added what he was really thinking.

Fans are easy to fool, but most of the people in the Ministry of Magic are elites. It's fine for him to be an idol in the entertainment industry, but if he really goes to a department like the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, dealing with vicious dark wizards every day, my image will probably collapse in a minute.

"is it?"

Hermione smiled, but didn't comment. Then she showed a mysterious expression:

"But think about it, if you can do something big in the Ministry of Magic, like Alastor Moody, successfully capture some famous criminals, or uncover some conspiracy that can subvert the wizarding world, you can write these stories into a new book."

"Compared to those adventures in dark creature caves, these stories of good versus evil are more popular with readers, have more selling points, and are more immersive. Their sales will definitely far exceed those of current works."

She said patiently:

"Besides, with these achievements and your fame in the wizarding world, your support rate is definitely more advantageous than others. You will surely rise to the top in the future, and becoming the Minister of Magic is just around the corner!"

"I am your fan, and these words from the bottom of my heart are all for your own good!"

Her voice was full of bewitching meaning, like the devil's whisper, echoing in my ears.

Lockhart was fascinated by what he heard.

"If that doesn't work, we can also arrange for a dark wizard to assassinate you during your speech. If you get slightly injured, we can spread rumors that it was sent by our competitors..."

Oh shit, what did I hear!

Is this something I can listen to?!

Unlike Lockhart who was immersed in his reverie, Harry looked at Hermione with horror in his eyes.

what you up to? !

Can you let me go first and then you can discuss it?

Stop it now!

As someone who had been semi-friends with Hermione for a long time, he understood her hidden dark attributes better than anyone else.

What do you mean by "for the good of others"? This is obviously the expression she would show when she is about to trick someone to death.

"Granger, do you really think I can achieve such a great success?"

Lockhart swallowed and looked at Hermione with burning eyes.

"Of course, as long as there's someone to help you, you can do it."

Hermione stared at Lockhart, her lips slowly curling up into a wide smile.

Harry was sweating profusely, closing his eyes and praying for Merlin's help, his head almost buried under the table.

Suddenly, living with Uncle Vernon seemed like a good idea.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Lockhart came to his senses and shook his head quickly.

After all, I have a clearer understanding of my own skills.

It's okay to deceive the students, but if he really has to fight against the dark wizards, wouldn't that be the end of him?

Although he didn't actually do it, after this "heart-to-heart talk", his liking for Hermione reached its peak.

This girl is simply a natural born military strategist!

It’s a pity that his hard power is not enough, otherwise... Alas.

"Ha ha……"

Hermione didn't care. She just said it casually. Anyway, she wouldn't be the one in trouble.

The seeds of desire have quietly sprouted.

Harry was wiping the sweat off his face when his expression suddenly changed. He raised his head abruptly and looked around.

"Did you hear anything?"

With one sentence, Lockhart was brought back to reality.

"what?"

"Someone is talking."

"……say?"

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to be lying, Lockhart glanced around.

"No."

"Professor, didn't you hear it?" Harry asked solemnly.

"What are you talking about, Harry?"

Harry stopped talking and just looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

Lockhart looked at Hermione, only to find that she was also frowning, as if observing her surroundings.

Lockhart: "..."

Swallowing, he stiffened and turned to Harry.

"Something is nearby, whispering..."

Harry muttered.

A chill rose from Lockhart's heart.

"Well, stop scaring our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Hermione's voice suddenly sounded, and for a moment it was like the sound of nature.

Chapter 77 Victim No.

Ignoring the words "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts" that Hermione emphasized, Lockhart looked at her for help as if he had seen a savior.

"There's that sound. Harry is kidding me, right?" he confirmed hurriedly with hope in his eyes.

"Well, Harry was teasing you."

Hermione nodded.

"But!"

Harry was also anxious.

He really heard the hoarse whisper, but it seemed that neither Hermione nor Lockhart could hear it, which made him extremely panicked.

"Okay, we'll talk later."

Hermione waved her hand to suppress Harry's emotions, then looked at Lockhart:

"Professor, you have been writing letters for more than four hours. You must be tired and should go back to bed."

Hearing this, Lockhart stood up quickly.

"Yes, yes, I should go back and rest. I still have to teach you tomorrow."

Although he got Harry's answer, he still felt that the classroom was suddenly eerie and he couldn't wait to leave.

Lockhart picked up the letters on the table and ran away.

Seeing Lockhart disappear through the door, Harry finally spoke:

"Hermione, I did hear someone talking just now, you have to believe me."

Hermione said helplessly:

"I didn't say I didn't believe you, but it doesn't matter if you heard it. I and others couldn't hear it. If you tell everyone now, people will think you are sick."

"Even in the wizarding world, being able to hear things that others can't hear is not a good thing."

She knew what Harry had heard.

There is only one creature in Hogwarts that can "talk" and can only be heard by Harry. It likes to swim around in the wall, making noises while swimming.

That is the basilisk kept in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Only this one, no other semicolon.

Harry was speechless.

The next second, he heard something again and his expression changed.

"The voice said...blood, blood, blood, I will tear you apart, I will kill you, kill, kill, kill." Harry looked nervous, "I think he wanted to kill someone!"

BYD little snake monster has a lot of inner activities.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

She didn't speak Parseltongue, so she couldn't understand what the chattering basilisk was hissing and laughing about. She just thought it was stupid to see it mumbling while crawling in the dark in the pipe.

"Maybe he's just cursing because he lost the game?"

Hermione stretched out the Jade Emperor's hand and said:

"Never mind it!"

Nothing has happened yet, and there is no "ding ding dong dong" sound of the body being found. It's just the nonsense of a snake monster that has been locked up for too long and is losing its mind. It's not a big deal in the eyes of others.

Harry felt vaguely uneasy, as if something terrible was going to happen, but since Hermione had said this, he didn't say anything.

……

The next day.

It was not the black and white bear who discovered the body, but Harry and Ron.

Early in the morning, Hermione was woken up by Lavender, who said that Ron had something urgent to discuss with her.

Hermione yawned as she went out, and saw the other person wandering around the door of the girls' dormitory.

"Hermione, hurry, come quickly, something's wrong!"

Ron said anxiously, "Harry stayed at the scene and asked me to find the magic quickly... to find you. He suspects it has something to do with the sound he heard yesterday!"

As expected, Harry told his good friend Ron about this when he returned home last night.

Hermione nodded slightly, followed Ron through many turns, and quickly arrived at a certain point in the corridor.

As soon as he saw Harry, the latter pointed to the wall in front of him.

"Hermione, look!"

Following the direction of the finger, the first thing that caught my eye was two rows of huge bloody words.

[The secret room has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware]

Hermione nodded: "Yeah, that's quite thoughtful. After doing something bad, you still remember to remind everyone."

Harry Ron: "..."

Is this the key?!

Next to the bloody words was a cat with dark fur, its tail hanging on the torch stand, its body as stiff as a stone.

Victim number one appears.

"It's Mrs. Norris," said Harry. "Mr. Filch's cat. If Mr. Filch finds it, he will definitely..."

Before he could finish his words, a voice came from behind him.

"What did you do!"

Hearing this voice, Harry felt a chill in his heart and slowly turned his head.

It was none other than the Hogwarts caretaker, Argus Filch.

Filch stared at Mrs. Norris, his lips trembling, then lowered his head and glared at Harry.

"You murdered my cat!"

"Mr. Filch, this is not me..."

"You murdered my cat!"