Chapter 33 – Lockhart’s Plight
Our following days usually played out the same. Through the lessons, we kept an eye on Draco, trying to see how he would act or if he would speak to us again, but he became more reserved. Even worse, when we went to the library, now he was there. Not to wait for us but to do his own research, which was telling. We had to come up with something to avoid letting on what we were looking up, or we risked being found out. Giving clues to Draco was not a smart move... so we moved the borrowed books into our hidden classroom. We could have used the Room of Requirements, but Draco knew about it now, and we wanted to use it less to avoid making him suspicious.
"So... you suggest we get a rooster and... that is it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as we sat in the old divination classroom at the top of the North Tower.
"Yes," Quincy answered, writing furiously on an extra-long parchment, not even raising her head.
"What... Should I order a dozen roosters for no reason?"
"Have you been reading the same book as me or not?" She asked, getting annoyed, looking up from his work at last.
"I did! But I am having doubts!" I leaned back, crossing my hands.
True enough, our current hunt for clues was much more manageable. We found it on the first day, and the bestiary simply and clearly told us that the basilisk's main weakness was a rooster's call. Which was hilarious! The king of snakes dies if a rooster starts yapping? What? Why? How? What kind of evil magic is this?
"We cross-checked it!" Quincy shrugged before continuing scribbling away, "Every book said the same! So it must be true!"
"A big hodgepodge... that is what it is..."
"So? What? Are we dropping YOUR idea?"
"Okay, okay!" I sighed, giving in, "I will get ourselves some roosters. Somehow..."