Chapter 331 "Whispers"

Malfoy successfully aroused the interest of the Slytherin students present and spread his own Chamber of Secrets information. Of course, in Draco's description, all his knowledge of the Chamber of Secrets is as of it's based on the information left by his family.

"When you walk through the green and mysterious stone path, walk through the stone pillars coiled with big snakes, you will stand on a small circular square. I bet that absolutely no one will still keep calm after seeing it. You will feel the cold start to rise crazily from below, and the sound of you trying to swallow your saliva can be clearly heard in the silent and empty room..."

Draco is a good storyteller, even if he has never experienced it at all. Just relying on the information given by Sean and some of his own improv, the story is convincing. The Slytherin students present held their breath. This weird and mysterious room completely attracted them.

Draco gasped, and after seeing the eager expressions of the students around him, he showed a satisfied and smug expression.

He continued, "It's a huge, intimidating statue, it's as tall as the whole room, and you have to try your best to hold your head up until your neck feels like it's going to break so you can see the face of that statue."

"Green light lingers around the statue, and those rune symbols are constantly flashing on the surface of the statue. Just looking at it makes your eyes sting, and your legs tremble. And then!" Draco said loudly, "You will find that runes appear in your head! That's right, it is an ancient spell that represents supreme power!"

"You can learn a spell just by looking at it! At this time, you will also realize who the statue in front of you is..."

Draco's voice was sometimes low and sometimes mellow, and everyone was stunned by his story. At this point, everyone had guesses about the statue's creator, but they were also looking forward to speaking from his mouth.

There was a moment of silence in the Slytherin common room. Seeing that the performance was going well, Draco's eyes flashed with pride. He stood up and stretched out his hands.

"It's... the great Salazar Slytherin!"

As if on a signal, the eyes of the students in the common room lit up, and they held their breath as Draco said his name. At the same time, something happened that no one expected.

A whisper came from nowhere, making everyone look around in panic. Even Draco was startled. He looked around in a panic, wondering if the mysterious sound came from him.

In the passageway of a small secret room separated by a wall from the common room, The Basilisk is whispering boredly.

In the common room, the whispers gradually fell silent, and the Slytherin students who stood up in shock looked at each other in horror, and then all looked at Draco. He pretended to be calm and straightened his tie. He sat back on the chair.

"That must be the sound of the Salazar Slytherin. When you can peek into a corner of its secrets, the whole of Hogwarts will notice you."

The students were stunned, and they looked at each other in disbelief. Although Draco usually has a bad record of bragging, it seems that they can't help but believe the story right now.

In the lounge, the discussion among the crowd turned from small to loud and finally became more and more enthusiastic. The students gathered around Draco, wanting him to tell more secrets.

Draco waved his hand rather dissatisfied and asked the students to step back a little.

"It's the secrets of the Malfoy family and about the great Slytherin. How could I tell you all about it? Even the Malfoy family's ancestors couldn't find all the secrets. Don't blame me for not reminding you, but in the thousands of years of Hogwarts history, the Chamber of Secrets has buried many wizards who tried to gain the heir in a delusional way, and as a result, they didn't even know how they died."

This news calmed them down, but some people also raised doubts.

"But the Basilisk is dead. Besides, the Chamber of Secrets is reserved for pure-blood wizards. Why would he put the latecomers to death?"

Draco didn't move his face at all. His attitude confuses others and makes others even more curious.

Draco stood up and said, "Everyone, do you think that anyone can be called a real wizard by Salazar Slytherin himself?"

The students looked at each other with some hesitation and saw the hesitation and lack of confidence in the eyes of the people around them.

Draco continued, "Salazar Slytherin is a real ambitious man, the greatest of the Big Four, and his requirements for future generations cannot be achieved by casting a few small spells in class. Think about what the Slytherin house wizards should be."

"Even I have seen horrifying news from the old books at home..." Draco's tone dropped.

Draco sighed deeply and looked at everyone with an inexplicable gaze.

"When someone heard Salazar Slytherin whisper..."

Everyone raised their ears and held their breath.

"The eyes of the one left behind have been watching the entire castle and said that the Slytherin House is getting more and more disappointing."

The news hit the students like a bolt. They have always been the proudest students. They are proud of their blood and house and even regard Salazar Slytherin as a great wizard.

For the first time, they felt at a loss.

"But why, Draco?" Someone turned around and asked.

Draco shook his head silently as if he didn't know either.

Draco's eyes flashed hesitantly, and he said softly, "I'm going to create a group. The association's purpose is to discover the secrets left by Salazar Slytherin and, of course, make us better and more competent Slytherin students."

As soon as these words came out, others glanced at him with hesitation on their faces.

Sean told him that establishing a group should be proposed when the time is ripe enough, and there is no need to rush it. Draco didn't show his panic and finally just walked away lightly.

Crabbe seemed to want to run after him and say something, but Draco ignored him.

In the corner, the Ottoman had been looking at him the whole time.

He was a bit disgusted by Crabbe, who was always next to him. Crabbe would look at him from time to time. His robe pockets were always bulging, and he saw red liquid dripping down. However, Crabbe quickly erased the traces and was not caught by himself.

As for the story Draco just told, like most of the Slytherin students, he believed most of it, but it would take a while to see if he would join this group. However, one thing is certain: Draco's reputation in the house will rapidly grow, and as long as there is an opportunity, his group will also grow later.

This is a good opportunity to kick out Crabbe and go with Draco.

After thinking through all this, Ottoman walked towards the dormitory, but just as he opened the door, an object hit his head.

It was another dead rat.

He screamed frantically.

It must be Crabbe who has done this. Just now, he and Draco walked towards the dormitory. Who else could it be but him?

Ottoman nearly gritted his teeth.

The next day, Draco's words were also spread throughout Hogwarts. Some laughed, and some hesitated, but it is undeniable that Draco did receive the attention of many students.

Umbridge did not punish Draco for this. She is almost blatantly favoring the Slytherin students; if Sean or whoever spreads this kind of news, they would definitely be invited to her office.

Meanwhile, news of Ottoman's incident spread, and Umbridge investigated everyone but failed to catch the culprit.

Day by day, Draco told a few mysterious stories every night as usual. His reputation in Slytherin was getting higher and higher, and the 'Glory Club' he founded had already started to have members joining.

Dead rats still tormented Ottoman, and his recent mental state was approaching the verge of collapse. On weekdays, students from other houses would be scolded by him if they accidentally bumped into him.

At this time, Sean was manipulating a silver thread in the Room of Requirement. Both Hermione and Daisy watched his movements, not daring to speak aloud. The silver thread fell into the glass bottle until Sean let go of the wand.

"Sean, are you confident?" Hermione asked.

Sean shrugged, "If it's a large memory fragment, I can't do it with my current ability. But if it's a small one, it's not a big problem."

Yes, he was weaving a whole new memory.

Forgetfulness Charm, Memory Extraction Spell, etc., all belong to the category of memory spells. The simple Forgetfulness Charm makes the cursed person forget a whole thing. If other wizards check their memory, it is easy to find something wrong with it, and the False Memory Spell is a brand new memory to add to that person's mind.

Of course, planting a memory is very difficult, especially when there are various factors and things in it, and you have to quickly make up for the gap after casting the spell.

Therefore, Sean chose a tricky method. He only changed this particular part of memory, and the changes were also small.

Of course, this is for Umbridge and Fabian. Now, he just waits for the time to come.

The next day, Umbridge announced to everyone that in order to better manage the students, she would select a group of students from the student group to join the special operations investigation team.

Ottoman finally received good news. He became the first member of the investigation team. It wiped out all his sullenness and anger these days, and he even gave Crabbe a look.

Crabbe looked confused. He was wondering recently why Ottoman targeted himself so much. Ottoman was furious and began to think about how to deal with him.

In the afternoon.

Crabbe walked into the bathroom on the first floor. He put a heavy package by the sink, turned on the faucet, and stretched out his hands. A faint red flowed down the water, and Crabbe muttered occasionally.

"Damn rat! If it weren't for..."

A shutter can be heard. Crabbe turned his head and saw Ottoman holding a magic camera.

"What are you doing?!" Crabbe yelled.

A smile appeared on Ottoman's face, "I finally got you, bastard."

"What are you talking about?!" Crabbe's eyes widened.

Ottoman ignored Crabbe completely and pulled out his wand.

"You idiot, Mrs Umbridge gave me the right to manage the students."

"Who do you think you are?!"

Before Crabbe finished speaking, Ottoman cast a spell on him.