The next day, a brand new Nimbus 2001 landed on the Gryffindor table.

Hedwig cooed, making sure Harry had no other letters for her to deliver, and flew off to the Dursleys' house - the rations Petunia had prepared were already finished.

She had more than one owl to feed, and she also made some friends in the school shed who all had a special liking for the rations produced by Penny.

Ron touched the long package with gentle movements and envious eyes. A strong smell of gold galleons made him feel dizzy. "This is the Nimbus 2001. It feels great."

"The packages haven't even been unpacked yet." Harry glanced at him.

Ron shook his head: "No, this amount! It's not ordinary..."

"About the same as the Swinging Seven," Harry interrupted.

"How can the Seven-Star Sweep compare to the Nimbus 2001?" Ron shook his head and introduced it in a hurried tone, "The Seven-Star Sweep's top speed is only 80 miles per hour, but the Nimbus 2001 can reach a top speed of 110!"

"And the Nimbus 2001 can accelerate to 85 miles per hour in ten seconds. No broom can compare to it..."

He spoke eloquently and meaningfully.

A lot of information was beyond Harry's imagination.

The nature of the wood, the comfort of the seat...

He was showing off to Harry what a great broom the Nimbus 2001 was.

This is indeed a good broom.

During training, Harry felt its superiority, more sensitive turning direction and faster acceleration, which gave him an idea. Maybe he could try weapons like meteor hammers?

Wood finally agreed with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to exchange training time.

This made the people from both teams unable to hold back and they rushed over to see Gryffindor's joke.

Was put in solitary confinement for a semester.

It seems that no little wizard has ever achieved such an achievement.

The second grade is much busier than the first grade.

Study, confinement, training...

Harry went back and forth between the three points until the end of September, when the lacewings were cooked. He found an abandoned classroom that no one had entered for at least three months and continued to cook it.

Now, there's only one final ingredient missing - a little something from someone.

In the common room.

Ron offered a suggestion: "Malfoy! That boy is very arrogant. There is absolutely no problem for him to pick up the portrait. Professor Snape also likes him very much."

"I think Goyle or Crabbe." Hermione shook her head and offered her opinion, "They are easier to kill. Their weaknesses are obvious. They are very greedy..."

Harry shook his head, "No, I have no intention of attacking the underclassmen."

They were both stunned.

"It's not safe and will easily arouse suspicion." Harry explained, "I plan to take action against Graham Montague."

"Montae? Who is that?" Ron frowned.

Hermione thought for a while and dug out some information about him from her mind: "Fourth grader? Last year he seemed to be the second best in the school and the best in Slytherin."

"Will that be difficult to do?" Ron frowned.

He is in a higher grade than me and is so outstanding...

No matter how you look at it, he's not easy to bully.

"Others will think it was done by the sixth or seventh graders," Harry said. "Even if something unexpected happens, I won't be suspected."

Hermione clenched her fists.

October 5th, Monday, it was drizzling.

After finishing the ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts class and getting five extra points, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and tracked his target.

Found an opportunity soon.

While he was in the bathroom.

"Fainted!"

A safe environment makes people lazy, and he didn't expect that someone would attack him when it is convenient for him.

He didn't even see who the attacker was.

He fell heavily and hit the toilet.

Harry waved his wand again, and the toilet rope stretched and turned into a rope, tightly binding the unconscious little wizard like a crab.

She plucked a strand of his hair and put it into the polyjuice potion. The potion vibrated violently and boiled, turning into a deep brown in the blink of an eye.

The wormwood root water has a slight taste of alcohol fermentation and is not very tasty.

A hot breath rose from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs. The magic power violently changed his body, lengthening his bones, thickening his fingers, and extending his shoulders...

Before Harry could savor the feeling, the changes came to an abrupt halt.

He conjured a mirror and looked at the face reflected in it.

I have completely changed.

The clothes and shoes were ill-fitting, and the fourteen-year-old body was squeezed into the twelve-year-old robe.

But Harry hesitated and did not choose to change into Graham Montague's robe that was stuck in the toilet and covered with filth. He waved his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell, changing his robe into the Serpentine's robe.

He cast another stunning spell at him.

Then he walked out of the bathroom, but did not rush to the Slytherin lounge. Instead, he first found a lone little snake and asked for the password using the Axis Sign.

Slytherin has pretty good taste.

The password is "OPAL".

On Monday night, there were not many students in the lounge. The lower grades were all out having fun, leaving the upper grades struggling for their exams.

"Graham? Why are you back?" The student closest to the door was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you going to train?"

"I met Professor Snape on the way," Harry answered as gently as he could. "He asked me to get something for him."

"What?" The student was even more surprised. Snape was not the kind of professor who liked to order students around.

"A portrait of Slytherin." Harry leaned over and looked around. "I don't think I've seen it before."

The student was stunned, nodded thoughtfully, and then stood up: "I know where it is, I'll take you there."

Harry followed him, frowning.

wrong……

His steps were heavy, indicating that he was ready to turn around at any moment.

He reached his hand into his robe, and there… was the scent of a wand.

Is he going to attack himself?

Harry stopped and stepped back.

I have been exposed? Why?

"Fainted!"

The senior snake suddenly turned around and cast a spell.

Harry dodged and waved his wand. The tables and chairs around him floated and smashed down between the two of them. He fled to the door.

"Stop him!" the little snake shouted. "He's a Gryffindor in disguise."

"He's coming to the common room to steal Slytherin's portrait."

"Steal something that doesn't exist."

"It's really a brainless and stupid lion."

He did not doubt the other houses. Only Gryffindor could do such a thing.

The last sentence was full of sarcasm.

The other Slytherin students cast spells subconsciously.

Stunning spells, petrifying spells, and even some evil spells with a hint of dark magic...

"Armor to protect you!"

Harry's face darkened and he cast a spell. An invisible shield covered his entire body. Facing the overwhelming spells, he could only dodge a few that looked extremely dangerous. For some that were not so powerful, he used the Shield Charm to resist them.

Damn it, the hat lied - there was no portrait of Slytherin in the Slytherin common room.

A question beyond common sense.