Draco Wasn't a Bad Person, and the Divine Thunder Hall Had Been Found Just Like That

Aaron placed Hermione on his back in front of the oak door of Hogwarts, and carried her on his back all the way back.

Although he was somewhat speechless at her feigning drunkenness, the girl was shy, and he didn't want to expose her.

"We're finally here. This journey felt like it took forever," Aaron exclaimed sincerely, wiping away unexplained sweat from his forehead.

"I think it only lasted a short while," Hermione laughed.

"Professor McGonagall is here," Ron said.

The group turned to look, and Professor McGonagall hurriedly came down the stairs through the wind and snow. "Katie is receiving treatment at the School Hospital. Hagrid told me everything. You guys saw what happened to her. Come to my office to talk."

Harry, what are you holding in your hand?

"It's the necklace that Katie found."

"Good heavens! You actually dare to hold it in your hands." Professor McGonagall nervously snatched the leather package from Harry's hands. "Filch, go and tell Professor Snape to come to my office."

Filch, holding his magic detector and about to check if Harry and the others were carrying any contraband, heard Professor McGonagall say that. He could only glare at them angrily before turning and leaving.

The group followed Professor McGonagall into her office. Outside, the wind and snow were howling, and inside, the atmosphere was oppressive. The burning fireplace offered them little warmth.

"Speak!" Professor McGonagall sat behind her desk, looking sternly at the sobbing Leanne. "What exactly happened?"

Leanne recounted the whole story in trembling hands. After listening, Professor McGonagall arranged for her to go to the School Hospital, where Madam Pomfrey had the calming medicine she needed.

"Where are you guys?" Professor McGonagall sighed softly. "I really don't understand why you're always there whenever something happens?"

"Professor, to be honest, we've been asking ourselves this question for quite a while now," Ron said.

Aaron silently moved away, putting some distance between himself and Harry and the other two.

"Professor, you know me well."

Most things are unrelated to me and have absolutely nothing to do with me.

At that moment, Professor Snape entered. He glanced at Harry and then went to the desk, carefully examining the Opal Necklace with Wand wand.

"There's a very strong curse on it," Aaron said. "She's lucky she didn't die."

"That's right," Professor Snape nodded. "Your antidote came at just the right time, otherwise the situation could have been much worse."

Miss Bell's treatment wasn't timely, but with luck, she might still have a chance to take her final exams.

"She must be under Curse," Professor McGonagall said with certainty.

"Malfoy did it," Harry blurted out.

"This is a very serious accusation, Harry?" Professor McGonagall said in astonishment.

"Exactly, you can't just say things like that," Aaron said seriously. "You need evidence, and you have no evidence that Draco put the Imperius Curse on Katie."

"I just know that Malfoy went to the Borgin & Burke store during the Summer Holiday, and I saw this necklace a few months ago in that store."

Hearing this, Aaron frowned slightly. "Even so, it doesn't prove that Draco bought the necklace. You can suspect him, but that doesn't count as evidence."

"Aaron, you have to believe me this time, he's on the train..."

"You didn't say anything, did you?"

"I didn't have time to say that," Harry said hastily.

"Enough," Snape interrupted. "Potter, you can't just doubt others because you're the Chosen One."

"I suggest you all go back to your dorms, everyone," Professor McGonagall said.

The four turned and left the office. Just as they stepped outside, Harry stopped Aaron. "You know he did it, why did you..."

"Do you have any evidence?" Aaron said defiantly. "You suspect him only because you are prejudiced against Malfoy, and I have never said that I believe him."

The Three Broomsticks is a mixed bag; how do you know there aren't any Death Eater there?

Even assuming there weren't any Death Eater inside, did Draco not know that Filch would be checking things at the door?

Katie held the necklace openly in her hand, without any attempt to conceal it, making it impossible for it to be brought into the castle unless someone intended to give it to Filch.

Harry's lips twitched slightly; he wanted to say something but was speechless.

"It's also possible that he arranged for Crabbe and Goyle to do it," Ron interjected. "They're not very bright, so it's normal for them to have wishful thinking."

"Perhaps, but let me say something unpleasant."

"Draco may not be a good person in your eyes, but he is definitely not a bad person in my eyes," Aaron said righteously, but the next moment his expression changed drastically, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked thoughtfully.

"She found it. I knew I couldn't hide it from her, but I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Half an hour ago, Clea reached the end of the secret passage and saw a dark stone door.

"The Divine Thunder Hall." She looked up at the plaque above the stone gate, a playful smile appearing on her lips. "It seems your master has quite the ambition!"

That makes sense, though. His future is definitely brighter than Uncle Vico's; becoming a god is only a matter of time.

Abei took a few steps back nervously, as if some terrifying creature inside the door could swallow this Holy Dragon whole.

"He should be on his way back now, as long as he doesn't get caught."

Even if we get caught, what are you afraid of with me here?

Abei cried out in grievance, "It's because you're here that I'm afraid."

If it were just a dragon coming in, it wouldn't be a problem; the key is just to let it come and go freely. But now that Clea has come along, who knows what the master inside will think?

Clea, of course, had no idea what Abei was thinking. She pointed her Wand at the stone door and waved it gently.

Creak!

The stone door slowly opened, revealing a vast, brightly lit space inside.

But to actually get there, you need to cross a road nearly fifty meters long and then climb a dozen or so long and wide marble steps at the end of the road.

"My God! This place is at least the size of a Quidditch Pitch! How long did he take to dig this Secret Chamber?" Clea exclaimed in surprise, then looked at Abei with some doubt, "Knowing him as I do, he must have set some kind of trap!"

Abei for a moment, nodded, but then quickly shook his head.

"There's a trap, but it doesn't pose a danger to me, right?"

Clea immediately understood and took a step forward.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The moment she stepped onto the path, dozens of bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared on both sides of the wall, and a multitude of shadowy Shadow Ninja wielding weapons emerged from the shadows.

Abei roared, grabbing the black key with one paw and lifting it high.

Upon seeing the key, the Shadow Ninja immediately suppressed his killing intent and retreated into the shadows, as if he had never been there at all.

"How can you be so cute!"

Clea affectionately pinched Abei's cheek and walked confidently forward.

Upon reaching the top of the steps, she finally saw the entire Chamber of Secrets, and her green pupils widened involuntarily.

This Chamber of Secrets can no longer be called Chamber of Secrets; it would be more appropriate to call it an underground palace.

The entire space was neatly divided, with a huge Slytherin Statue standing directly in front. Below the statue was a platform where the throne was located, along with storage rooms, Potions Room, alchemy rooms...

"Attention! Attention!

A guest has arrived. A guest has arrived.

As Clea explored the Divine Thunder Hall with wonder in her eyes, the Book of Prophecy on the throne suddenly issued a warning.

The Thought Form, who was practicing Forbidden Magic, frowned upon hearing the sound and instantly teleported to the throne, where it could see the entire Divine Thunder Hall at a glance.

"Guest, I'd like to see who has come uninvited." The Thought Form said calmly, his voice filled with authority, and a hint of murderous intent that had been hidden for several years was also revealed.

He was a dragon slayer who fought alongside Dwarves and Elf Tribe. Although he hadn't been on a brutal battlefield in this world, it didn't mean his past experiences didn't exist.

No matter who comes, they're going to give us a taste of our power today; at worst, they'll bring out Forbidden Magic.

When the Thought Form saw Clea standing in the center of the hall, it was completely stunned, and its aura quickly diminished.

"How impressive!" Clea teased.

"You, how did you get here?" The Thought Form asked Yu with a blank expression. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Abei squatting in the corner, trembling and trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. "Don't tell me you brought her here?"

Abei let out a pitiful sob, squeezing out a few glistening tears from her large eyes.

"I'm innocent!"

"That woman bullied the dragon, and even bullied him several times. I only brought her here because I had no other choice."

The Thought Form sighed helplessly, went over to Abei, picked her up, and wiped away the tears it had squeezed out.

He knew that Abei was no match for Clea, and she looked like she had been bullied quite badly. She had never cried like this before, even when Jeans forced her to lose weight.

When did you discover it?

"The first time I came to your dorm," Clea said casually, "If you hadn't used Illusion Magic to conceal it, I would have definitely noticed that Secret Door. I really didn't expect you to have built a palace underground."

Moreover, it's incredibly well-equipped, seemingly lacking nothing, except perhaps for its slightly weak defense.

"That's because you came with Abei," the Thought Form said helplessly. "The key to the Divine Thunder Hall, in a sense, represents permission to enter, otherwise..."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless lightning Magic Crystal appeared on the sky-high platform, and various colored Magic Array also appeared on the ground and walls.

"Wow! It seems I was overthinking it." Clea said somewhat exaggeratedly, "We've prepared both defensive and offensive magic arrays, Grand Archmage won't be able to break through them in a short time. The one on the Tianyu board should be a self-destructing magic array. If the Holy Magus hadn't been prepared and had come over, he would probably have been crippled if not killed."

"That's for sure."

"Could you tell me about this place? I'm sure I've only seen less than a tenth of it."

"Since you're here, how could I possibly refuse?" The Thought Form rolled its eyes speechlessly. "But after you finish reading it, you have to give me some feedback. Your opinions are very important to me."

"No problem." Clea said easily, then looked at the Thought Form with a meaningful look, "Shouldn't you explain this to me before we go?"

Thought Form's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Explain what?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." Clea snorted in dissatisfaction. "Shouldn't you be in Hogsmeade Village right now?"

So what am I seeing now? The real body or a clone? It can't be an illusion, can it?

"Oh, this..."

"Don't even think about lying to me, or you'll be in big trouble when Aaron from Hogsmeade comes back."

Upon hearing this, the Thought Form gave a bitter smile, "What you saw was a clone."

"I guess so. If I were Aaron, I would also leave my clone here, partly to guard the safety of the underground palace, and partly to... share the burden of work."

I think that twin from the Department of Mysteries impersonated Aaron's brother must be you, right?

The Thought Form nodded in agreement, "That's why Big Sister said you're the smartest one among us!"

Clea shrugged and held up one finger. "I have one more small question."

"Speak! What else do you want to know?"

"Your clone is very special. Its memories and personality are exactly the same as the original. At least I can't see any difference."

"And barring any unforeseen circumstances, the knowledge and magical abilities learned by the clone will synchronize with the main body; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Chamber of Secrets here." At this point, Clea's expression became somewhat playful. "The key point is strength... just how strong are you now?"

"Hmm..." The Thought Form hesitated, and after a long silence, it finally spoke, "High-level Archmage, still some distance from Grand Archmage."

"Really?" Clea asked skeptically.

"Of course it's true." The Thought Form said without blushing or panting, "The clone is created by the main body consuming part of its own magic power, which makes my main body weaker than my real strength, only a mid-level Archmage."

However, although they look exactly the same, the clone is essentially a rootless creature, requiring the original body to periodically supply magic power to exist; once the magic power is exhausted, it will disappear.

"Is that so?" Clea crossed her arms and tapped her arm lightly with her index finger. "Although I still think you're lying to me, I'll pretend to believe you this time."

Aaron remained expressionless, but inwardly he felt a great sense of relief.

He knew perfectly well that this explanation would not fool Clea, and that her saying so meant she would not ask any more questions about it in the future.

"Hey, tell me about this place. I can't wait to learn about your secret base."

Don't hide anything from me, and I mean everything, including your collection of magical artifacts. This isn't just because I want to give you advice, but also because I'll be visiting often in the future.

"Yes, yes." The Thought Form made a gesture of invitation. "First, let me introduce you to the largest secret room in this underground palace, the morgue that I specially built."

"What did you say?"

"Just kidding, let me introduce you to a friend." The Thought Form said sullenly, while simultaneously transmitting the situation here to the main body.