Chapter 463

And Lucius Malfoy also wanted Mr. Weasley to resign himself.

"Laugh, why aren't you laughing?"

Draco Malfoy asked with a puzzled expression.

When he saw this newspaper, he almost died laughing with joy.

Logically speaking, Crabbe and Goyle would definitely like it very much!

Harry and Ron felt that they had already started to tremble.

They both forced themselves to reveal some not-so-good-looking smiles.

However, Malfoy didn't pay too much attention, because Crabbe and Goyle were usually like this.

They reacted a bit slowly.

"Do you know? The Daily Prophet still hasn't mentioned much about the petrification of Hogwarts students; I guess Dumbledore covered everything up."

He is truly too much; my father said he is the most irresponsible headmaster in Hogwarts for so many years.

He actually recruits so many Muggle-born wizards.

Just like that Mudblood know-it-all girl, and that petrified kid Colin, he chased after Scarhead like a dog, shouting: "Oh, Potter, let me take a photo of you?

Potter, let me drink your foot-washing water?

Potter..."

Malfoy vividly imitated Colin, and then he concluded: "That Mudblood kid, he should have been petrified long ago, don't you agree? Laugh!"

Ron and Harry hurriedly revealed not-so-smart smiles.

Malfoy nodded with satisfaction; he said in a somewhat jealous tone: "Now many people are spreading that Darren Potter is the Heir of Slytherin; this must be fake!"

Harry and Ron became interested.

Was Malfoy about to expose himself?

"Saintly Father Potter... stupid little brat, what are you looking at in his room?

As long as I don't speak ill of Scarhead here, Darren Potter can't find trouble with me.

So I say the little Potter brat is too useless; he always thinks everyone is kind, everyone is a good person.

Even the person who attacked him in Slytherin last time was just a child who took the wrong path...

Hmph, I don't doubt that he might very well die at someone else's hands because of this point of view in the future.

So the little Potter brat absolutely cannot be the Heir of Slytherin; as for Scarhead, he is even less likely to be...

I really wish I knew who opened the Chamber of Secrets; I could cooperate with him, and we could clear all the Mudbloods out of the school together!"

Malfoy said full of hope.

Then he looked up at Harry and Ron, frowning hard.

"You two are also acting weird today; it seems you are even stupider than usual!"

Harry and Ron endured their anger and forced themselves to laugh out loud.

"Haha, maybe because we ate too much."

"Yes, yes, yes, ate too much..."

They both said foolishly.

Malfoy nodded, not suspecting anything anymore.

He changed the subject, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Hermione, oh no, Darren walking down from upstairs.

"You don't know who opened the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets? You don't know any news at all?"

Hermione said at a very fast speed.

Malfoy curled his lip; he said unhappily: "How many times do you want me to guarantee? I said I didn't..."

"You don't even know a little bit of inside information?"

Hermione asked unceremoniously.

"What's wrong with you today... alright, I know a little bit; fifty years ago someone opened the Chamber of Secrets and then killed a Mudblood at Hogwarts.

At that time, Father hadn't been born yet, and he doesn't know much about this matter.

Hmph, you'd better pay attention to yourself...

Running to Gryffindor every day, aren't you afraid that those people will grab you, the guy who possesses the Slytherin bloodline, one day!"

Malfoy said unhappily.

His brother not only ran to Gryffindor all day long, but also kept questioning him.

If he could, he really wanted to grab this guy and deal with him properly, letting him know that treating him, his brother, like this was rebellious.

Unfortunately, he couldn't beat Darren.

This was truly a sad story!

"You're just jealous of him!"

Harry couldn't help but say.

Malfoy looked at him like he was some stinking fly; he said in a fit of anger: "I'm jealous of him? I'm not jealous of him, who am I?

I am the only heir of the Malfoy family, Scarhead is the only heir of the Potter family; what does he have? He has nothing, why should I be jealous of him?"

"Alright, I didn't say you were jealous of me... I have something to do, I'm leaving first!"

Hermione glanced at Malfoy, and then she winked at Harry and Ron.

Harry and the others suddenly froze because they saw their faces slowly changing.

The time for the Polyjuice Potion was up.

"Let's go out and monitor him!"

"Yes!"

The two of them ran away quickly.

They could feel the robes on their bodies becoming very baggy, and even their shoes were loose; clearly, they were about to turn back into themselves.

"Phew, fortunately, nothing happened."

Hermione shook her hair, and she slipped into the cubicle of the washroom to change back into her clothes.

Then she said somewhat urgently: "Hurry up, after changing back, go find Darren quickly; I don't know if he has woken up yet."

"Bad luck, we didn't find out at all who specifically opened the Chamber of Secrets, and I drank a bunch of Crabbe's essence; now I feel a bit nauseous and want to vomit just thinking about it!"

"Yeah, I remember Goyle's taste; it was the taste of smelly socks... there was no jam flavor like you said, Hermione."

Harry and Ron complained.

Hermione glared at them, then said unhappily: "Everyone's taste is different; how could I possibly know what Crabbe and Goyle taste like!"

"Ha, we know very clearly now; we even know that Darren tastes like jam... but this is of no help in finding the Heir of the Chamber of Secrets!"

"How could it be of no help? At the very least, we know that Malfoy is not the person who opened the Chamber of Secrets; we can exclude him from the options!"

Hermione said with a huff.

They hurried back to the dormitory, only to suddenly discover a problem: Darren seemed to have been drunk for too long, right?

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