"So what are you doing here?" Morris crouched down, looking at Draco with great interest.
"Let me go first!" Draco said in a low voice, but his anger was obvious. "If you don't want me to attract the patrolling professors."
"You don't seem to understand the situation," Morris glanced at him, his tone flat. "I could easily leave you here and go now without any punishment. And then tomorrow morning, Filch or any professor might find you here..."
Draco's face visibly darkened.
Morris is right.
In any case, he'll be the one who suffers.
"What exactly do you want?" Draco's voice was forced out through clenched teeth.
"Hmm... tell me what you're doing here first?" Morris asked, squinting.
Draco's face tightened, his eyes fixed on the landscape painting on the wall beside him.
"... The library." He finally spoke, his voice tinged with reluctance, "I'm reading in the library."
" Restricted Section?" Morris retorted.
Draco didn't answer, but the conclusion was self-evident.
Morris did not pursue the matter further.
He had heard Robert mention that students from other colleges occasionally frequented the Restricted Section of the library.
Clearly, Draco was one of them.
"Okay, so how do you ensure you don't get caught? You don't have Disillusionment Charm, do you?" Morris asked.
" Potions, and magical items..." Draco said urgently, "Let me go right now, I've already answered your question."
For him, being interrogated while lying on the ground was utterly humiliating.
Morris picked up his wand and casually pointed it; the ropes binding Draco instantly vanished into thin air.
Draco immediately stood up, stretching his stiff arms and wrists.
He glared at Morris. " Black, I'll remember this. You just wait."
A threat that is utterly unoriginal.
After uttering those harsh words, Draco immediately prepared to leave.
"I haven't let you leave yet, Malfoy."
Morris's voice wasn't loud, but it made Draco stop in his tracks.
He whirled around, "What else do you want? Don't go too far!"
"Come with me," Morris chuckled. "You have no right to refuse. Besides, this matter probably has something to do with you too."
"What?" Draco instinctively took a half step back.
He had a bad feeling about it.
The two walked one after the other through Hogwarts at night.
During this time, Draco also noticed the notebook floating in front of him.
But under pressure from Morris, he didn't ask any further questions.
Finally, they stopped in front of the girls' dormitory on the second floor.
Morris stepped aside and said in a commanding tone, "You go in first."
"You want me to go in there?" Draco instinctively resisted. "What are you going to do there?"
He was completely confused.
"Don't ask," Morris glanced at him, "Just do as I say, and I guarantee you won't be missing a single part after this is over."
Draco swallowed hard, knowing he had no choice.
He took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, pushed open the bathroom door.
Of course, nothing happened.
This is just an ordinary abandoned bathroom.
The only thing that's special is that a Moaning Myrtle, has lived there for a long time.
Morris had heard about her from other students.
This is a female ghost, around ten years old, wearing Ravenclaw robes, with a very eccentric personality and easily stressed.
Sure enough, when Moaning Myrtle saw the two of them, she immediately screamed, "Oh! Boys! Two boys have broken into my washroom! Just to mock poor, dead Moaning Myrtle!"
Draco was startled by the sudden howl.
Once he saw the other person clearly, he revealed an expression of undisguised disgust. "Shut up, you whining ghost."
Moaning Myrtle's cries grew louder.
"I'm going to tell everyone that you're a pervert who broke into the girls' restroom in the middle of the night, and I'm going to throw leeches into your hair! I may not be able to touch them, but I can imagine them!"
She kept yelling at Malfoy, her cries and screams particularly jarring in the bathroom.
Draco's face turned pale and then flushed.
The other party was a ghost; there was nothing he could do.
Morris shook his head.
That brat, of all people to mess with, he's messing with a ghost.
What if they really get angry and come to your bedside every night crying and howling?
Moaning Myrtle wailed for almost two minutes before retreating to a corner toilet stall, where she began to sob softly.
Morris rubbed his temples and turned to look at his notebook. " Tom, and then?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tom Riddle's illusory figure appeared in the washroom.
Draco stared blankly at the scene.
Is this also... a ghost?
Tom wasted no time; he turned to a nearby pool, slightly opened his mouth, and hissed like a snake.
Parseltongue!
Draco's face showed a look of horror.
Immediately afterwards, the faucet on the pool emitted a white light and began to spin, until finally, a water pipe large enough for a person to crawl into appeared before their eyes.
"Could this be...?" Draco looked at Morris, trembling all over.
It's already quite obvious.
Morris smiled and nodded at him. "I think you can guess that this is Chamber of Secrets. Are you ready to face Chamber of Secrets monster inside?"
Chamber of Secrets... a monster...
Draco's face drained of all color; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Are you... just kidding?
"Let's go," Morris urged. "You're the first one. Once you've explored this place, you can go back to sleep."
He spoke of it casually, as if he were just going to a restaurant for breakfast.
"The first one?" Draco pointed to himself. "Me?"
"Yes, you," Morris said firmly. "Oh, don't worry, you're Pure-blood; the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets won't attack you."
He was certain the passage would be filthy, so sending Malfoy down to scout it out was just what he needed.
Seeing that the other person didn't move, Morris sighed, "Let me help you."
He stepped forward and, before Draco could react, grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and, using the momentum, effortlessly shoved the boy, who was a head shorter than him, toward the hole.
"You may leave."
"Can't we wait?!"
Draco's screams quickly faded into the depths of the pipe.
Morris stood at the cave entrance, listening intently for a few seconds to hear any sounds below.
Hmm, it's impossible to determine exactly how deep it is.
That said, why did Slytherin design the entrance as a pipe in the first place?
Morris frowned slightly, then put aside his thoughts and also crawled into the pipe.