Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Help me find the murderer!"

Myrtle's whole demeanor changed at once, and it seemed that no one had ever spoken to her about it.

"Are you for me?"

She looked a little excited, and then continued talking with gusto without waiting for Clark to answer.

"Ouch, that was a nightmare. I still remember the situation. It happened here, and I died in this single room.

I hid here when Olive Hornbe laughed at me for looking like a four-eyed dog with my glasses on.

I locked the door and cried inside, when suddenly I heard someone walk in.

He spoke in a funny voice, imitating the hissing of a snake, and I thought it must be another language, but I recognized it as a boy speaking.

So I opened the door and was going to yell at him to go off to my boys bathroom and—”

Harry and Ron opened their mouths wide and listened intently to Myrtle's story, which made her proud, her chest puffed out with pride, her face radiant.

"I'm going to die."

"How did you die?" Harry asked hastily.

Myrtle paused for a moment, then lowered her voice mysteriously, "I don't know."

Seeing that Clark frowned, she quickly explained: "I really don't know, I just remember that after I opened the compartment door, I saw a pair of scary big yellow eyes, and then, my whole body seemed to be It's like being caught, and I lost consciousness lightly..."

The three of Clark looked at each other, knowing that what Myrtle saw was probably the eyes of the basilisk.

Myrtle looked at Clark in a trance. "And then, I came back here, you know, and I just wanted to settle things with Olive Hornby. Oh, she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses."

"Where the hell did you see those yellow eyes?" Clark asked her.

"It's almost there." Myrtle's memory was already very fuzzy, and Clark couldn't figure out how a ghost could remember so many things.

She pointed to the pool ahead, and Harry and Ron hurried over, Clark following.

The pool looked normal, they checked it inside and out, up and down,

Even the drain pipe under the sink was spared, but still nothing.

This is just an ordinary washbasin, there is no mechanism at all.

"Is it under the floor?" Ron stamped the ground with his foot.

Clark pulled him aside and stood in front of the washbasin, "Please, you're a wizard, Ron, this must be some kind of magic."

"This faucet never comes out," Myrtle reminded Clark when she saw Clark trying to unscrew the faucet.

Of course, Clark didn't intend to unscrew the Chamber of Secrets from the tap, he just looked at it for a while, and then greeted Harry: "It seems that I still need your help."

"help?"

"Yes," Clark patted Harry on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous, "Come here, see a little snake engraved on the side of this copper dragon head...try to say a few words to it , say it in Parseltongue!"

"But—" Harry thought desperately.

You know, in the past, he could only speak Parseltongue when facing a real snake.

Harry stared intently at the little carved snake, trying to imagine it as a real snake.

"Open it," he said.

He looked up at Clark, who shook his head, "No, what you're talking about is still human."

Harry turned his head to look at the snake again, forcing himself to believe it was alive.

If he shook his head a few times, Harry thought, the flickering candlelight would make the snake look as if it was moving.

"Open it," he said.

This time, however, it wasn't those words that Harry heard, it was a strange hissing sound resembling that of a snake.

Stimulated by Parseltongue, the brass faucet immediately emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the pool in front of them also moved, and the three of them watched the pool sink slowly out of sight, revealing a thick sewer pipe at the back, but judging by the diameter, it would be difficult even for a child to get in. Enough.

Harry heard Ron gasp, and his own eyes widened.

They found the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber!

"Close it!" Harry heard Clark shouting in his ear, subconsciously said "Close" to the pipe in front of him, and the entrance to the secret room immediately returned to its original state.

"It seems that our reasoning is correct." Clark reached out and touched the faucet with the little snake engraved on it.

"But that entrance is too small," Ron asked. "We can't even get in. Isn't that snake really big..."

Clark interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "It just looks small. Hogwarts is a magical castle. These piping systems are obviously solidified with the Untraceable Stretching Charm to deal with the pressure of sewage. But that's not what we should do." If there is something to worry about, let's go and inform the professor first."

They said goodbye to Myrtle, opened the bathroom door, and went to find Professor McGonagall and the others.

It's just that they just closed the door, turned around, and the voice of one person suddenly made the three of them jump up in fright.

"Potter! Weasley! Prewett! What are you doing?"

It was Snape, standing in the shadows at the corner of the corridor, showing only a pale face.

"At this time, you are not with your classmates? I remember that you seem to be taking a history of magic class." He said in a cold, very sure tone, with a smile on his face like a poisonous snake that caught a mouse.

"We want to - we want to -" Ron stammered, looking weak, "we want to - go and see -"

"Hermione." Clark quickly took up the conversation, and both Ron and Snape looked at him, "We want to go and see Hermione, after all, we haven't seen her for a long time, Professor."

Harry's reaction was also quick, he stepped on Ron's foot quickly, and said, "Yes, Professor, we just wanted to sneak to the hospital and tell her that the mandrake is about to grow, and tell her not to worry. "

Snape was still staring at them, and for a moment, the whole corridor was in an oppressive atmosphere.

He walked past the three of Clark, pushed open the door of the bathroom, and walked in under the nervous gaze of Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Harry questioningly. [He won't find anything, will he? 】

Harry read his gaze immediately and shook his head. 【Won't. 】

Sure enough, after a while, Snape, who didn't understand Parseltongue, came out of the bathroom again.

"Hehe, talking to a petrified person?"

Finding nothing, he walked up to the three of Clark, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, breaking the silence in the corridor, "Do you think I'm as easy to deceive as Lockhart?"

He had just finished speaking when a familiar voice happened to come from the corridor not far away.

"Severus! Severus! I think I heard you just mention me."

That cheery voice, very recognizable—it was Gilderoy Lockhart.

As if seeing a savior, the three of Clark followed the voice and saw Professor Lockhart coming down the stairs.

"Professor Lockhart, what's your business?" Snape's face was very ugly, as if he had encountered something bad.

"It's nothing, nothing, Severus!" Lockhart shook his head again and again, "It's just that a ghost came to inform me just now, saying that Professor McGonagall told us to go to the staff room as soon as possible. Let me talk to you."

Snape glanced at him suspiciously, and was about to speak when Professor McGonagall's voice amplified many times by magic suddenly echoed in the corridor.

"All students return to the dormitories of their respective colleges immediately, and all teachers return to the staff lounge. Please act immediately."

This instantly dispelled Snape's suspicions, and he turned around and prepared to leave with Lockhart.

Harry and Ron watched him ready to go away, but Snape turned around and suddenly looked back at the three of Clark.

"You three, keep up!"

With a bitter face, Harry, together with Clark and Ron, reluctantly followed behind Snape.

They came to the corridor where the staff lounge was. The other professors had already arrived. Snape asked Clark and the others to stay outside, and then walked in with Lockhart.

At this moment, Harry suddenly found that the door of the faculty lounge was not closed tightly. After exchanging glances with Clark, the three of them sneaked closer to the door and began to hear the corner.

Through the analysis by the door, they could see that some of the teachers in those rooms looked puzzled, while others were scared out of their wits.

Professor Lockhart, who had just walked in, still smiled and said, "I'm sorry - took a nap - and just met Severus on the road, so what did I miss?"

He didn't seem to notice that the other teachers were staring at him with what could be called hatred.

Professor McGonagall also gave him a dissatisfied look, and then stood up.

"An accident happened again," she said to the silent teachers in the room, "A student was kidnapped by a monster and brought directly into the secret room."

Professor Flitwick let out a scream, and Professor Sprout put his hands over his mouth.

Snape, who had just arrived with Lockhart, tightly grasped the back of a chair and asked, "How can you be sure?"

"Heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall with a very pale face, "he left another line, just below the last paragraph, which read: His bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever. "

Professor Flitwick couldn't help crying.

"Who is it?" Ms. Huo Qi's knees softened and she slumped on a chair. "Which student is it?"

"Neville Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall.

"Not only that, but Bobby from the school hospital just sent a ghost to tell me that Hermione, who was petrified, has also disappeared, and it is very likely that she was taken away by that monster.

After all, the antidote made from the mandrake will be ready tomorrow, and the murderer is probably afraid that he will be exposed. "

Harry felt Clark's body trembling beside him, it was pent-up anger.

"We have to send all the students home tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall. "Hogwarts is over. This is what Headmaster Dumbledore told me before he left. If there is another attack If so, then... the safety of the students is the priority."

All the teachers had mixed expressions of loss and sadness on their faces, but only one, Lockhart, had an expression of relief on his face.

Snape just saw the look on his face and took a step forward.

"Don't we just have someone to solve the problem here?" He said, "This person is you, Lockhart, a pure-blood family heir was captured by monsters, another little girl was taken into the secret room, you The time has finally come to show off its brilliance.”

Lockhart's face turned pale.

"Yes, Gilderoy," interrupted Professor Sprout at this moment, "didn't you say last night that you knew exactly where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was?"

"I- this, this, I-" Lockhart stammered.

"Didn't you tell me you were sure you knew what the monster was in there?" Professor Flitwick interjected.

"Did I—did I say that? I don't remember..."

"Of course I remember what you said. You said it was a pity you didn't get to take on the monster before Hagrid was captured," Snape said. "Didn't you also say that the whole thing was messed up? Should I have let you handle it from the beginning?"

Several professors spoke to each other, leaving Lockhart speechless. He stared at those stern-faced colleagues in a daze.

"I...I really never...you probably misunderstood..."

"Then that's it, Gilderoy, I'll leave this matter to you," Professor McGonagall finally made a final decision, looking at what he said.

"Tonight is a good opportunity for you to show your talents. Let us see your ability. You can deal with the monster in the secret room alone. We are waiting for your good news."

Lockhart looked left and right, but what he did this semester made the professors feel terrible about him, and no one came out to help him out.

He looked ten years older in an instant, and he was no longer as handsome as before.

"That--well then," Lockhart's lips trembled, and the usual bright smile was no longer on his face, "I--be-prepared first."

"Okay." After pressing Lockhart, Professor McGonagall's pressure eased a little.

"I'll leave the matter of the monster to Professor Lockhart. Now, the deans of the colleges are going to inform the students what happened, and tell them that the Hogwarts Express will send them home tomorrow morning. The other teachers must make sure Leave no student outside the dorms, act now."

Snape was the first to stand up. He walked outside the door, looked at the three Clarks waiting outside, "You guys follow me!"

Harry and Ron were a bit reluctant, but at this moment, Lockhart's voice sounded like the sound of heaven, "I'm sorry to bother you, Severus, I'd better send them back to the dormitory, after all, Slytherin The rest room is in the basement, but I didn't drop by."

Snape took a deep look at Lockhart, and left with a bad face.

"Okay, let's follow." Lockhart greeted them, and walked upstairs with a heavy heart.