Hmm, I’ll have Ginny get a scarf later, thought the Niffler as it clenched its little paws.
...
...
The old place, huh...
Following Green Pepper’s directions, William made his way down Slytherin’s large stomach and, after a two-and-a-half-minute trek, they found a very hidden small door. Pushing it open, William stepped into a study that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
He had been here before, a long ti ago.
Only, he hadn’t used this door the last ti... Ah, he rembered the condition for entering from another door was that soone in the group had to cast the Crucio on another. It was then he learned this unforgivable curse... It wasn’t a pleasant experience at the ti; Sebastian had held back a little...
Yes, he chose to endure the Crucio himself back then.
It wasn’t because he couldn’t bring himself to hurt a friend, nor was it so noble aura—all those reasons were hogwash. He was simply curious, wanting to taste this legendary Unforgivable Curse out of a slight masochistic tendency.
The pain was sharp, and it took him two and a half days to recover. During his exploration here, he quickly skimd through and later completely forgot about this secret chamber.
Honestly, even if he rembered, it wouldn’t have helped; the two young "snakes" with him, one was just interested in seeing Slytherin’s Charm Book, while the other, a mber of the Gaunt Clan, was vehently opposed to Dark Arts. From the mont they entered, they argued non-stop...
Moreover, he didn’t know about this path at the ti. If he wanted to co back, he’d have to find soone else and have a mutual "Crucio" session at the door... Tsk, that’s just too crazy.
But as he looked at the familiar place, William’s wand illuminated, and he turned to Kabuda.
"Squeak!"
Kabuda saluted, then jumped to the floor, its form growing slightly larger, and started climbing up and down, stuffing nearby books into its stomach, even throwing in the cabinets—like a robber looting a village.
Taking an apple from his sleeve, William ate as he wandered around. He sat on Slytherin’s high-backed leather chair—the dust long cleared with a Scouring Charm—and opened the drawer beside him. Seeing the pile of envelopes inside, he was taken aback.
Then, without any ntal burden, he tore open the first one.
"Dear Gryffindor: ..."
Oh?
Seeing the first sentence, William thought he might uncover so ancient gossip from a thousand years ago, but it turned out to be just a normal greeting. Thinking he’d been too influenced by the Bluebird, beginning to see sothing romantic in ordinary things, he did so self-reflection.
Oh, by "self-reflection," he ant harshly criticizing Old Bee and his companion in his mind. Who told those old n to corrupt this pure child...
All these letters were written by Slytherin to others, including the founders of Hogwarts’ other houses and many nas William had never heard before. Putting down the last envelope he held, William stuffed the apple core into Green Pepper’s mouth and picked up the third letter he’d been reading.
This one was from Slytherin to Ravenclaw.
The content was simple, just friendly concerns and news of his imminent departure from the castle, but William’s attention wasn’t there. He focused on one line, ’I know, Helena stole your diadem, a blatant betrayal, I am aware of her whereabouts, if you need...’
Ravenclaw’s diadem? That must be the crown?
At Hogwarts, each house had its legendary artifact, like Gryffindor’s sword, Slytherin’s Pendant Box, Hufflepuff’s golden cup, and Ravenclaw’s diadem. He currently held the sword in his hand, and among the remaining items, William was most intrigued by this diadem.
After all, it was said to enhance the wearer’s wisdom, an epic-level headgear in gaming terms.
If only there were more clues...
Holding his wand’s glowing tip, William continued reading, ’... Be vigilant, Rowena, always vigilant, It is constantly watching us, after I leave, I will leave the Baron with you. He studied with for seven years, learning most of my magic, make good use of him.’
At this point, the latter half of the letter exuded a strong Riddler vibe, making William frown, wondering what "It" referred to. Is there really a deity in the world? But he did recall the Baron—the Slytherin ghost, Bloody Baron, the embodint of silence and Peeves’ nesis.
No one knew where this ghost ca from, nor did he recount his beheading tales like Gryffindor’s Nick.
However, as a forr Ravenclaw little wizard wandering lost a hundred years ago, William was sowhat privy to this ghost’s secrets, like how he frequently haunted their house ghost—Ms. Grey.
William felt sowhat relieved; there were clues, just requiring ti to unravel this new side quest.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
While William was deep in thought, Kabuda, having "cleaned up" the surroundings neatly, lobbed the letters William handed over and the desk itself into its pocket before returning the way they ca with William, Niffler, leaving Peter Pettigrew in the secret chamber—
When William returned to the secret chamber, Peter had woken up.
He lay on the ground, motionless—or rather, unable to move. The Petrification Curse William cast on him was strong enough to keep an entire elephant immobilized for a whole week, let alone this rather short-statured human.
Perhaps noticing William’s approach, the man began frantically rolling his eyes, straining to see who had co. He then caught sight of Kabuda perched harmlessly on William’s shoulder.
"Ciallo～(∠・ω
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