Chapter 14 014. Undercurrent of new discoveries
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 14 014. Undercurrent of new discoveries
In the days that followed, Scott saw Jacob Kent hanging out with a few girls a few more times.
In order to confirm his thoughts, Scott still took the initiative to greet him twice.
He could be sure that the boy actually understood the intention of his greeting, but the boy dealt with it perfunctorily every time.
So Scott never said hello to him again after that.
After doing the math, he had given the boy three chances to ask for help, but the other party didn't seem to want to ask for help.
In his opinion, this already showed that the other party voluntarily mixed with those girls.
So Scott naturally stopped taking this matter to heart.
It's just that one day in late September, Eddie suddenly announced in his bedroom that he "had more discoveries about that matter".
At the time, Scott didn't realize what "that thing" he was referring to.
Until Eddie walked up to him and said excitedly, "Scott, you are right! Miss 'Poison Doll' is really not easy."
"Ok?"
It was only then that Scott realized what Eddie was talking about.
He straightened his expression immediately and asked him calmly, "Very well, Eddie, tell me what you found?"
"You..." Eddie looked at him suspiciously, "You wouldn't have forgotten about this, did you? Scott! It was obviously the task you gave me at the time!"
"Why?" Scott looked surprised. "I've been waiting for your progress, Eddie."
"No, it's not just you." Eddie's tone was full of distrust, "I suddenly remembered that none of you asked me about the progress of this matter during this period of time!"
At this time, Roger, who was standing behind Eddie, glanced at Scott with a guilty conscience.
He hurried over and put his hand on Eddie's shoulder intimately, "Of course we won't keep asking you about your progress, because we know that you are undoubtedly a genius in mining information, Eddie, we all believe in you."
"Really?" Eddie turned his head and stared at him suspiciously.
"Of course." Roger nodded without changing his face.
"Milton."
Eddie turned abruptly, trying to find the person in this bedroom who could not lie or pretend.
At this time, Scott and Roger began to panic a little, and hurriedly looked towards Milton's bed.
Swish!
Milton, who is well aware of his own flaws, has quickly drawn the curtain of the bed.
His unsteady voice came through the blue flannel, "Yes... I'm sorry, I seem to be a little sleepy."
Both Scott and Roger were a little helpless.
As expected of Milton, his guilty voice had betrayed them.
"Oh, since Milton is tired, let's not disturb his rest."
Roger wanted to make amends, he stretched his arms around Eddie's neck again, brought him to the window sill, and forced him to sit on the sofa.
Some puffy Eddie couldn't resist the tall Roger, so he could only sit down with a sullen face, and stared at Roger and Scott with resentful eyes at the same time.
"You just forgot." He leaned back on the sofa, "I should have noticed."
"Milton!" he said suddenly and grievously, "I thought it was only you, and you were the only one I could trust! I didn't expect you to learn badly too!"
"I'm sorry..." Milton's faint apology came.
"never mind."
Eddie was a little scared when he heard Milton's tone, and quickly pointed his finger at the other two people.
"If you want me to say, it's all your fault!"
"It's not my fault!" Roger began to shirk the responsibility. "You know, Eddie, I've been busy with Quidditch training in my spare time, and Captain Bruce wants to get this year's Quidditch trophy before graduation."
He pointed at Scott, "And the commander of this matter is Scott!"
"..."
Scott leaned on the bedpost and put down the small piece of ebony he was playing with.
"This thing..." he said, "I can explain it."
"Really?" Eddie, sitting on the sofa, took a more arrogant posture and crossed Erlang's legs. "Then please explain, Mr. Trollope."
"I gave the boy two more chances to call for help..."
Scott talks about his own experience.
"...That's it, since he himself gave up, I didn't take this matter to heart. After all, everyone has to choose responsibility for each of their own choices."
Speaking of which, Scott has been righteous.
"Then have you forgotten one thing, Mr. Trollope," Eddie said through gritted teeth, "and that is to inform your poor roommate Eddie Carmelo Mitchell that he can give up the mission!"
"Oh, Eddie! I just can't bear to disturb your secret-digging fun, I know you're obsessed with it."
Scott quickly changed the subject.
"Let's talk to us quickly, what kind of news did you unearth?"
"Yes, I remember you just said that you have made more discoveries." Roger also said, "That must be very surprising news."
"Humph."
Speaking of this, Eddie was so proud that his nose was about to turn up.
"Fortunately, I still have me, Scott." He was almost complacent, "This matter has exceeded your expectations. If you don't have me, what will you do then."
Scott took a deep breath and smiled kindly at Eddie, "I see, so please tell us quickly."
"Ok."
Eddie settled down immediately.
"I said it before. You're right, Scott. That Miss Travers is doing something amazing in the dark..."
Eddie told the secret he had discovered.
The Slytherin first-year, Jasmine Travers, who Eddie called "Poison Doll", had silently attracted a large number of lower-grade girls in less than a month after the school started. The students gathered around her.
These female students are generally first and second year students, most of them belong to Slytherin and Ravenclaw houses, and a small number of Hufflepuffs.
Of course, no Gryffindor.
Most of these female students are from ancient pure-blood families, or families whose parents are wizards.
"They've secretly formed a secret society," Eddie whispered, pretending to be mysterious. "It's called [Pure-Blood Girls' Afternoon Tea]."
"It sounds like you made up the name of this club." Roger frowned, "But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that since that girl has attracted so many students, the movement shouldn't be small, how could no one notice? "
"They are all connected to each other in private and secret ways, and they have never been together on a large scale at the same time." Eddie vowed, "Scott saw before, and Jacob Kent was very close. Those girls, they should be the backbone of this society!"
"Wait... As a boy, and a Muggle born, how did Jacob Kent get in." Roger was very surprised. "So, this kid is very powerful!"
"No." Scott had a headache. "What I have to figure out now is, if Eddie's inquiries are true, what exactly does Travers want to do? Become a new generation of the Dark Lord?"
"Don't say that."
Roger's face suddenly turned pale.
"Such a joke is not funny at all."
I'd rather make this a joke, Scott thought.
You know, his top plans this school year correspond to Voldemort's diary and the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber!The ghost knows why the parts that are not described in the "original work" also appear so turbulent.
(End of this chapter)
In the days that followed, Scott saw Jacob Kent hanging out with a few girls a few more times.
In order to confirm his thoughts, Scott still took the initiative to greet him twice.
He could be sure that the boy actually understood the intention of his greeting, but the boy dealt with it perfunctorily every time.
So Scott never said hello to him again after that.
After doing the math, he had given the boy three chances to ask for help, but the other party didn't seem to want to ask for help.
In his opinion, this already showed that the other party voluntarily mixed with those girls.
So Scott naturally stopped taking this matter to heart.
It's just that one day in late September, Eddie suddenly announced in his bedroom that he "had more discoveries about that matter".
At the time, Scott didn't realize what "that thing" he was referring to.
Until Eddie walked up to him and said excitedly, "Scott, you are right! Miss 'Poison Doll' is really not easy."
"Ok?"
It was only then that Scott realized what Eddie was talking about.
He straightened his expression immediately and asked him calmly, "Very well, Eddie, tell me what you found?"
"You..." Eddie looked at him suspiciously, "You wouldn't have forgotten about this, did you? Scott! It was obviously the task you gave me at the time!"
"Why?" Scott looked surprised. "I've been waiting for your progress, Eddie."
"No, it's not just you." Eddie's tone was full of distrust, "I suddenly remembered that none of you asked me about the progress of this matter during this period of time!"
At this time, Roger, who was standing behind Eddie, glanced at Scott with a guilty conscience.
He hurried over and put his hand on Eddie's shoulder intimately, "Of course we won't keep asking you about your progress, because we know that you are undoubtedly a genius in mining information, Eddie, we all believe in you."
"Really?" Eddie turned his head and stared at him suspiciously.
"Of course." Roger nodded without changing his face.
"Milton."
Eddie turned abruptly, trying to find the person in this bedroom who could not lie or pretend.
At this time, Scott and Roger began to panic a little, and hurriedly looked towards Milton's bed.
Swish!
Milton, who is well aware of his own flaws, has quickly drawn the curtain of the bed.
His unsteady voice came through the blue flannel, "Yes... I'm sorry, I seem to be a little sleepy."
Both Scott and Roger were a little helpless.
As expected of Milton, his guilty voice had betrayed them.
"Oh, since Milton is tired, let's not disturb his rest."
Roger wanted to make amends, he stretched his arms around Eddie's neck again, brought him to the window sill, and forced him to sit on the sofa.
Some puffy Eddie couldn't resist the tall Roger, so he could only sit down with a sullen face, and stared at Roger and Scott with resentful eyes at the same time.
"You just forgot." He leaned back on the sofa, "I should have noticed."
"Milton!" he said suddenly and grievously, "I thought it was only you, and you were the only one I could trust! I didn't expect you to learn badly too!"
"I'm sorry..." Milton's faint apology came.
"never mind."
Eddie was a little scared when he heard Milton's tone, and quickly pointed his finger at the other two people.
"If you want me to say, it's all your fault!"
"It's not my fault!" Roger began to shirk the responsibility. "You know, Eddie, I've been busy with Quidditch training in my spare time, and Captain Bruce wants to get this year's Quidditch trophy before graduation."
He pointed at Scott, "And the commander of this matter is Scott!"
"..."
Scott leaned on the bedpost and put down the small piece of ebony he was playing with.
"This thing..." he said, "I can explain it."
"Really?" Eddie, sitting on the sofa, took a more arrogant posture and crossed Erlang's legs. "Then please explain, Mr. Trollope."
"I gave the boy two more chances to call for help..."
Scott talks about his own experience.
"...That's it, since he himself gave up, I didn't take this matter to heart. After all, everyone has to choose responsibility for each of their own choices."
Speaking of which, Scott has been righteous.
"Then have you forgotten one thing, Mr. Trollope," Eddie said through gritted teeth, "and that is to inform your poor roommate Eddie Carmelo Mitchell that he can give up the mission!"
"Oh, Eddie! I just can't bear to disturb your secret-digging fun, I know you're obsessed with it."
Scott quickly changed the subject.
"Let's talk to us quickly, what kind of news did you unearth?"
"Yes, I remember you just said that you have made more discoveries." Roger also said, "That must be very surprising news."
"Humph."
Speaking of this, Eddie was so proud that his nose was about to turn up.
"Fortunately, I still have me, Scott." He was almost complacent, "This matter has exceeded your expectations. If you don't have me, what will you do then."
Scott took a deep breath and smiled kindly at Eddie, "I see, so please tell us quickly."
"Ok."
Eddie settled down immediately.
"I said it before. You're right, Scott. That Miss Travers is doing something amazing in the dark..."
Eddie told the secret he had discovered.
The Slytherin first-year, Jasmine Travers, who Eddie called "Poison Doll", had silently attracted a large number of lower-grade girls in less than a month after the school started. The students gathered around her.
These female students are generally first and second year students, most of them belong to Slytherin and Ravenclaw houses, and a small number of Hufflepuffs.
Of course, no Gryffindor.
Most of these female students are from ancient pure-blood families, or families whose parents are wizards.
"They've secretly formed a secret society," Eddie whispered, pretending to be mysterious. "It's called [Pure-Blood Girls' Afternoon Tea]."
"It sounds like you made up the name of this club." Roger frowned, "But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that since that girl has attracted so many students, the movement shouldn't be small, how could no one notice? "
"They are all connected to each other in private and secret ways, and they have never been together on a large scale at the same time." Eddie vowed, "Scott saw before, and Jacob Kent was very close. Those girls, they should be the backbone of this society!"
"Wait... As a boy, and a Muggle born, how did Jacob Kent get in." Roger was very surprised. "So, this kid is very powerful!"
"No." Scott had a headache. "What I have to figure out now is, if Eddie's inquiries are true, what exactly does Travers want to do? Become a new generation of the Dark Lord?"
"Don't say that."
Roger's face suddenly turned pale.
"Such a joke is not funny at all."
I'd rather make this a joke, Scott thought.
You know, his top plans this school year correspond to Voldemort's diary and the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber!The ghost knows why the parts that are not described in the "original work" also appear so turbulent.
(End of this chapter)
