In any case, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's suggestion and talk to Amostabrain. Otherwise, he might not have to wait until the monster in the Chamber of Secrets turned someone into a lump of stone again. I had to be driven crazy by the strange looks and terrible rumors.
He returned to the dormitory, changed into clean clothes, and tried his best to smooth his hair down in front of the mirror, because it would make him look less rebellious.
"Your efforts are in vain, my dear," the mirror inlaid with golden patterns in the dormitory said in a breathy voice.
"Thank you for the reminder" Harry responded with an annoyed expression.
Harry deliberately went to Mr. Blaine's office in time for dinner, because that way, he would not have to face too many gloating looks on the road. However, when he went down to the third floor, he was still surprised. Bumped into Argus Filch, the castle administrator.
Filch seemed to have just cried a lot. His big and scary bulging eyes were red, and the snot hanging under his ugly nose had already been dragged to his double chin. When he discovered When he saw Harry, he immediately lost his embarrassed expression and instead stared at him viciously like a wounded hyena.
"Someone will get what he deserves, Potter, it won't be long"
"What do you mean, Mr. Filch"
Harry's voice was weak, as if someone was holding his throat. He desperately wanted to figure out what Filch meant, but unfortunately, Filch stared at him and sneered a series of times before leaving.
There is no doubt that Filch went to report him.
Harry couldn't deceive himself that this was not the case. His heart was pounding and he wanted to leave because he was afraid that the investigator had already accepted Filch's identification. , and the act of going to his office was just a trap.
But in the end, he knocked on the door of Blaine's office, because the other party was a ruthless man who could fight Dumbledore in the fifth grade. If he made up his mind to send himself to prison, Otherwise, besides Principal Dumbledore, Harry could not think of anyone who could save him.
After receiving permission to enter, the door of the office opened on its own. Harry stood at the door, fearfully looking at the room, fearing that a rope would fly over and tie him up in the next second.
Except for Principal Dumbledore’s distinctive circular office, Mr. Brain’s office is the largest one Harry has ever seen. Of course, there is nothing surprising about this, because It itself was modified from a classroom.
The fireplace in the wall on the other side of the inlaid window makes the room warm. The innermost side is equipped with a desk, bookshelf and a simple bed. There is some weird smell in the air, it seems Mr. Blaine endured the potion in his room.
The most interesting thing in the room is the wall on the right side of the door. The entire wall is covered by a huge black curtain, and a faint flicker of light can be seen behind the curtain., for some reason, Harry suddenly thought of the cinema in the Muggle world. Although the Dursleys never took him with them when they went to the movies, Harry had seen it a few times on TV.
"So, are you just going to stand there and talk to me, Mr. Potter?" Amosta smiled gently behind the desk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine." Harry quickly closed the door and walked in, not forgetting to explain vaguely as he approached the desk, "I'm just a little curious about that wall."< /p>
"It's understandable." Amosta said with a smile. He asked Harry to sit down, and he walked to the fireplace to make tea.
"I don't have anything good to do. I can serve you some drinks. If you don't mind, please have some tea, Mr. Potter."
When Amosta walked back with the tea, Harry was put on the table by Mr. Blaine again. The frame on the top attracted attention. In the photo was a photo of a very old man and Mr. Blaine. The old man had nothing to say. He was probably an elder who was close to Mr. Blaine.
To Harry's surprise, Mr. Blaine, who was about Percy's age, looked a little off in the photo.
"Thank you."
When Harry took the hot tea anxiously, he quickly glanced at Mr. Blaine's slightly haggard face, and then he understood why he It will feel wrong.
Because in the photo, Mr. Braine when he was a student had brown eyes similar to Hermione's, but the eyes of the investigator standing in front of him were a strange lavender color.
Is it the effect of magic? Harry guessed in a daze, but then he woke up. Now was not the time to think about this.
"I was wondering why the color of my eyes is not right"
Amosta leaned back in the chair holding tea, the hazy mist making his expression a little blurry , but judging from the tone, it was not the kind of question mixed with anger after being offended.
"Yes, no" Harry said in embarrassment.
The uneasy little wizard sitting opposite made Amosta laugh. No matter how famous Harry Potter is or how brilliant his future is, at least for now, he is showing The childishness and youthfulness still exist in Amosta's perception of a second-year wizard.
"You must have met Mr. Filch just now, right?" Amosta sipped the bitter tea with a gentle voice.
When Mr. Blaine began to speak, Harry suddenly recalled the unexpected encounter he had with Ron and Hagrid near Professor McGonagall's office during the Christmas holidays. Ron's evaluation of Mr. Blaine was very much like Principal Dumbledore. Harry didn't feel too deeply at the time, but now, he has some recognition of Ron's opinion.
Unlike Professor Snape or Professor McGonagall who carry a stern aura wherever they go, BrayWhat makes Mr. En scary is precisely his tolerant and gentle temperament, which is a high degree of suppression brought about by natural self-confidence, so that you can't even think of resisting.
"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I saw Filch. He looked as if he had just burst into tears." Harry nodded hesitantly.
"What do you think it is for, Mr. Potter?"
Amosta blew the floating leaves off the surface of the tea and asked with interest.
Harry's eyes wandered at the collar of Amosta's old wizard robe, but he did not speak, because this question did not require an answer.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost exaggerated, Amosta was not ready to scare Harry anymore. He put down the teacup and prepared to go straight in. However, unexpectedly, Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly summoned up the courage. , he looked directly into Amosta's eyes with his shining tough green eyes,
"Mr. Brain, do you also think that I am the heir of Slytherin and that I opened the Chamber of Secrets? ”
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