Chapter 170: Disgusting Polyjuice Potion

Christmas.

The weather is getting colder, and thick snow covers the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Because of the successive attacks that have made many students panic, there are fewer names on the list of students staying in school than last year.

Most people choose to go home for Christmas, except for those who are confident enough in their own bloodline. They think that the heir of Slytherin has no reason to hurt them.

Aaron woke up in the morning and went to pick up his package, which was a Christmas gift from his family and friends.

He took all the packages back to his dormitory and couldn't wait to open the gifts from his parents.

Two postcards, one is the colorful aurora, and the other is the magnificent sea, plus a sentence: I hope you can go to these beautiful places one day.

"Beautiful! I really shouldn't have any expectations for them, but at least it shows that they haven't forgotten that they have a son like me." Aaron smiled helplessly, and then opened the large package sent by Genes.

There are several gift boxes of different sizes in the package, which are gifts he asked Genes to prepare for friends.

But a long sword emitting silver light attracted Aaron's attention, making him subconsciously ignore the existence of the gift boxes.

This sword ranks among the top three in the family's arsenal. It is the most satisfying work of Arge Gaius during his lifetime. It took two full months to make it.

Made of mithril, the sword has runes that increase sharpness, and the hilt is inlaid with three black magic crystals.

Aaron did not forget that one of his tasks was to kill the serpent monster, but powerful magical creatures are not so easy to kill. They can even be immune to limited spells to a certain extent.

He is now a beginner wizard, not too weak, but it is indeed a bit presumptuous to rely on magic alone to deal with a serpent monster that has lived for thousands of years.

Unless all the accumulated magic points are used to improve strength at once, it may be a little sure to reach the level of a magician, but it is still difficult to kill it.

Although Aaron planned to take a group of professors to attack the dimensionality reduction after finding the secret room, he must have some means of self-protection just in case.

Aaron picked up the long sword with some excitement. The erosion of time had hardly left any trace on it. It was still sharp and cold.

Clang!

With a casual wave of his hand, a crisp sound of sword sounded, and a sword mark was scratched on the ground.

"It is worthy of being the sword that killed a dragon in the legend." Aaron couldn't help but admire it. Just ordinary sword energy can cut the rock. If it is injected with magic power, the power can be increased by many times.

"I don't like it." Abei snorted unhappily. He took out the weapon for slaying dragons in front of a dragon. Is there anything more malicious than this?

"Why are you panicking?" Aaron said with a smile, "This sword has only killed ordinary dragons. You are a holy dragon. Don't you know how thick your skin is?"

Abe dug his four claws on the ground and said aggrievedly, "That will happen in the future. I am still a baby now. I need to evolve a few more times before I can be invulnerable."

Aaron rolled his eyes and said earnestly, "You are almost two years old, not a baby anymore.

Also, I will not hurt you with this sword, otherwise, if Vico and the others find out, I don't know how to deal with me!"

Abe nodded and flew to Aaron's head, "I'm hungry."

"I know. I will take you to the Great Hall after I put this thing away.

By the way, take the Christmas gifts to a few people."

The bathroom of Moaning Myrtle.

Thick black smoke came out of the crucible. Harry and Ron watched Hermione nervously as she separated the Polyjuice Potion.

The sticky potion was placed in three glasses, like bubbling mud.

"This is disgusting." Ron said with an ugly face.

"It's not the most disgusting." Harry swallowed his saliva and looked at the three glass test tubes on the sink, "You have to add Malfoy's hair, Crabbe's hair, and Goyle's hair."

Ugh...

Ron subconsciously covered his mouth and wanted to vomit out of disgust.

"I have to admit that it takes a lot of courage to drink this stuff, although Gryffindor is not short of courage."

Hermione put the last ingredients into the glass, and the decoction boiled and turned into yellow, brown and brown solutions respectively.

"It should be fine, the reaction is the same as what the book says." Hermione said firmly, "After drinking it, we will have an hour to become the three of them."

"Are we going to act now?" Harry looked at Hermione and asked.

"Of course not, we still have to make final preparations."

"Still waiting?" Ron asked in confusion, "We have been waiting for more than a month, we can't back down at the last step!"

"It's Hermione, I know you don't want to doubt him, but I am now 99% sure that Aaron is the heir of Slytherin." Harry said anxiously, "Every time he appears at the crime scene, even I, who can hear that strange sound, am not so accurate.

More importantly, he admitted to Dumbledore that he was hiding something from him, and said that it would benefit Hogwarts.

I bet that Salazar had the same idea when he was planning to eliminate Muggle-born wizards. "

"But..." Hermione opened her mouth hesitantly, "Okay! I didn't say I would back off, but... we have to make sure that the real Malfoys don't show up when we ask Aaron questions, and we have to change our clothes."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They really didn't expect this.

If they met the real Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle in the Slytherin common room, they would be exposed. Slytherin would not think it was a prank.

And their clothes were indeed inappropriate. Not to mention the size, the Gryffindor logo on the clothes alone could attract many people's attention.

"Okay!" Ron shrugged, "Since you brought it up, I think you should have a solution! "

Hermione raised her eyebrows and took out three chocolate cakes. "I put enough hypnotic drugs in them to make them sleep for a few hours. Then we can hide them in the broom cupboard."

"What about the clothes?" Harry asked. "Do we just take them off? Wouldn't that be too..."

"It's actually possible." Ron rubbed his hands excitedly. "If you can't do it, let me do it."

"Huh!" Hermione looked at him with disdain. "Just the shoes will be fine. Their clothes can be found in the laundry room. There are usually spare ones there."

"Okay, that's it. Let's start tonight." Harry looked at the two of them, with a wise light in his eyes. "Hermione, I'll leave the clothes to you.

Ron, the two of us will find a way to make them eat these cakes.

We will meet here after we succeed. "

......

As night fell, the teachers and students who chose to stay in school gathered in the hall for dinner.

Compared to last year, this Christmas was a little deserted, but it was just less popular.

The hall was still decorated in a special style, with more than a dozen Christmas trees covered with silver frost, and the ceiling was also cast with magic, constantly falling warm and dry snowflakes to adjust the temperature in the room.

Everyone ate with relish, even some people with ulterior motives.

While eating, Aaron noticed that Harry and the other two were whispering, and their eyes occasionally glanced at Draco, which made him feel a little curious, so he simply walked to the Gryffindor table.

"Merry Christmas, you three seem to be weird."

"Really?" Harry showed a far-fetched smile.

"I won't be wrong." Aaron asked meaningfully, "Excuse me, is it Malfoy who did something to make you unhappy?"

"That's not the case. "Ron immediately helped to change the subject, "We were just wondering why Crabbe and Goyle had such a good appetite.

They wolfed down four servings of trifle, and now they are on the fifth."

"Uh..." Aaron was stunned for a moment and laughed, "They have always had a good appetite, but I always feel that this seems not to be the point. I vaguely heard you talking about Draco."

"Okay!" Harry shrugged, "We were just wondering who the heir of Slytherin is?"

Aaron raised his eyebrows. They were not doubting Draco, if so, then it was destined to be a futile effort.

"Then do you have any clues?"

"Not yet." Harry tried his best not to let Aaron see his eyes. Before the plan officially started, all possible problems should be eliminated.

"What a pity.

But believe me, the truth is not far away from us. "Aaron said half-jokingly. There are hundreds of students in Hogwarts, and he eliminated more than 90% of them in the dumbest way.

Although it was a bit tiring, it also greatly narrowed the scope, and soon there would be gains.

"Aaron." Hermione hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who do you think the heir of Slytherin might be?

Many people said it was Harry, and some said it was you. "

"I know that, but the truth is often only in the hands of a few people, isn't it?" Aaron didn't care, "Professor Dumbledore doesn't think we are the heir."

"By the way, where did you go today?

I prepared Christmas gifts for you, but I couldn't find anyone to deliver them, so I asked Percy to help deliver them to the Gryffindor common room. "

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other, and felt a little guilty.

"We..." Harry hesitated, but couldn't find any suitable reason for a while.

"We went to Hagrid." Hermione said immediately, "He doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently."

"Is that so? "Aaron didn't really suspect anything. Chickens kept dying inexplicably in the chicken coop, and Hagrid couldn't find the murderer, so he was naturally upset.

"Do you have anything else to do?" There was a hint of anxiety and impatience in Harry's voice. If Aaron dragged on here and waited for Draco and the other two to leave the hall, their plan would have to be postponed.

"It's okay, I just want to remind you not to forget to accept it.

Although Hermione is the only one among you who gave me a book, and it's one I've read."

"Sorry." Hermione's face flushed a little more, "I should have thought of it. You read a lot more than me."