Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 221 The Secret of the Girls' Bathroom

"Why do you say that?"

In the original work, the basilisk was a pet raised by Salazar Slytherin since childhood to protect the young wizards of Hogwarts from persecution and attacks by Muggles.

"I can't explain it clearly..." Draco pinched his brows lightly: "If I think too hard, I'll have a splitting headache..."

"Lie down quickly! I'll give you a massage!" In a hurry, I pressed him on my thigh.

I glanced at Madam Pince, the librarian, and was relieved to find that she was not paying any attention to us.

"A...Aurora..." Draco was a little embarrassed and struggled to get up.

"Don't move! Do you want to be watched?"

I patted him and Draco finally calmed down.

I put my fingertips on his temple and between his eyebrows. "Is the strength okay?"

"Hmm..." Draco closed his eyes comfortably.

His spiritual power seemed to be leaking out involuntarily.

Unicorns and elves have lived together for a long time since ancient times.

I am particularly sensitive to his spiritual power.

"Maybe the seal is loose..." I whispered in his ear.

"You mean, when I think about the past, the mysteries of my body will gradually be solved, and the inheritance of the elves will continue..."

"Perhaps we can unlock the remaining seals without having to go to the holy land of the elves."

The half leaf mark on my forehead is also resonating faintly.

For some reason, a sense of panic arose in my heart.

I am a little worried that Draco will become a different person after fully awakening.

"Ahem..." Harry signaled me with his eyes and voice.

At some point, Madam Pince quietly stood behind me.

"The library is not a place for romance... Please get out!"

She waved the feather duster at us, her vulture-like face very close to us.

The big hooked nose almost touched my face.

From certain angles, she looked very similar to Snape.

It has been speculated whether Mrs. Pince (Irma Pince) might be Snape's mother, Eileen Prince.

Irm a Pince = Im a Prince

Just different permutations and combinations.

JK Rowling really likes to play tricks.

A variation of Tom Riddle's name - I am Voldemort.

However, it has not been officially recognized by the author.

I pulled Draco and Harry together, quickly cleaned the table, bowed to Madam Pince, and fled quickly.

Her hawk-like eyes stared straight in our direction until we completely disappeared from her sight.

"Aurora, that's the girls' bathroom!"

Draco and Harry hung back.

"It's okay, there's no one inside!" I had already gone in to explore the way, but the two men were still worried.

They prepared themselves mentally for a long time before following me hesitantly.

"How can you bring a boy in!" A sharp and piercing voice almost pierced my eardrum.

"Weeping Myrtle!"

In the original book, the girl who lost her life because of seeing the eyes of the basilisk has already turned into a ghost.

"Boys! Get out now!"

She swooped down, getting closer and closer to the two boys.

She seemed to enjoy scaring them away.

I noticed a hidden smile at the corner of her mouth.

In this way, Myrtle attracts the attention of the opposite sex.

"Ms. Warren, we are here for something important." I stood in front of Harry and Draco.

Myrtle's full name is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren.

For many years, people have been calling her by her nickname.

And she almost forgot her true identity.

A Muggle-born Ravenclaw student.

"Your business has nothing to do with me." She raised her head proudly, with a look of resistance on her face.

"Miss Warren, we hope to get your help..." Harry began.

"You...you are the savior...Harry Potter..." A suspicious blush seemed to appear on her transparent cheeks.

What a slut!