This Hogwarts isn't normal.

McGonagall's office was on the side of the corridor, facing the Quidditch pitch.

When she was woken up by the six little ones, she thought they were celebrating the Muggle Halloween.

"Are you planning to invite me to the Halloween party because you want to make up for this year's regret?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." Vincent took off his bat helmet, "The basilisk has come out, and Filch is the second victim."

Her good mood to tease them disappeared instantly, and she waved to the office behind her with pursed lips.

"Professor Dumbledore happened to go out for something."

"We know--" George quickly covered his mouth.

Fred next to him smiled awkwardly, "We just came from the principal's office."

McGonagall caught the flying wand and squinted at them, "It was just a sudden incident today, remember not to do it again."

"Okay~"

Her lips pursed tighter, "How is the situation?"

"Petrified, just like Myrtle before."

Dumbledore wanted to keep the fishing secret, and only a few professors knew that the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

McGonagall's eyes swept back and forth to the six little ones in front of her.

Since the basilisk has appeared, it is safest to go back to the dormitory.

"Professor, we are all part of the school."

Her eyes were extremely sharp.

Voldemort would not let them go, and staying in the dormitory would be dangerous to other students.

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Dungeon, Potions Professor's Office.

Although Snape had not been squatting recently, he did not lie down in bed early to rest.

He was brewing a green bubbling potion, and it was obvious from the appearance that it was not beneficial.

"Knock knock--" There was a knock on the door.

It was late at night and it was definitely not a serious family.

"Knock knock--"

Ignoring it, the knocks got louder and louder, making his whole face gloomy.

Turn off the fire and take the wand.

He slid over like a ghost and opened the door without warning.

The first thing that came into view was a figure dressed like a bat.

"Wayne?" He calmed down and the corners of his mouth rose sharply.

In Hogwarts, only Wayne would dress like a bat, except for himself;

The one with two cat ears on his head is Granger;

The two red-haired ones are definitely Weasley;

The one with a white face is probably not Diggory;

The one with a red hood can only be Scamander.

Will these little bastards come to the door on their own initiative?

No matter, let's kill them first.

Snape, in a good mood, looked behind the six people.

There were no square glasses, only a bat eye mask of the same style.

"Severus, something happened."

His good mood disappeared instantly.

"Hehe - I'm not in the mood to attend the masquerade."

McGonagall glared at Vincent, who looked innocent, "These are anti-basilisk glasses, which can avoid the instant death effect of its eyes."

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Wow - some of our excellent students can always find abnormalities in the school.

Vincent didn't care about the sarcasm and handed over a pair of ordinary black-framed glasses,

"Professor Snape, I suggest you wear this. "

He had a dark face and didn't mean to reach out.

"Professor, you'll die if you don't wear it."

McGonagall nodded, "Severus, we have no other choice."

Snape reluctantly put on his glasses.

Starting from the black frame of the lens, the two brackets covered his head.

With his black robe, he actually had a low-profile Batman feel.

Especially standing with Vincent.

"We might as well split up." Snape sneered, "Wayne is most likely to be attacked, I will protect him well."

McGonagall looked at Hermione, "Severus, Miss Granger too."

"I know." He smiled even more, "As long as Wayne and Granger don't run around."

Vincent was not afraid at all, "Professor Snape, you know we can Disillusion."

"Great, I will definitely not hurt you by mistake."

"We won't either. "

The muscles on McGonagall's face twitched slightly, as if she was trying to hold back a smile.

"Severus, meet on the third floor."

Snape walked ahead with a sullen face.

Of course he knew about the Chamber of Secrets and what Dumbledore was planning.

Last year's bait was Harry, and this year it was six little ones.

According to Voldemort's character, he really couldn't help but take the bait.

Choosing this late at night, either to pass on the blame or to seek revenge.

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When Flitwick and Sprout were woken up, their reactions were the same as McGonagall's.

Holding a masquerade secretly?

Students nowadays really know how to have fun!

But the truth scared them.

The Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk, the Heir of Slytherin...

Just like all the employees before. , they all found it hard to believe that the legend was true.

But the facts were right in front of them, especially the two crooked lines of words behind Filch and Mrs. Norris:

[No one can escape the purification.

This is a fact, not a warning! ]

Vincent, who followed Snape the whole time, frowned.

Calling the professors here means that the Marauder's Map cannot be taken out.

Maybe it's not a coincidence, maybe it's intentional.

Snape waved his wand at the words on the wall.

Those crooked words that seemed to be written in blood did not disappear, but began to emit a faint light.

"Dark magic--"

Flitwick also tried it.

It couldn't be erased, but instead became brighter.

Mag used the transformation technique to separate the wall, but two lines of text were suspended in the air.

Even if it is completely blocked, these bright red words with traces of black magic will always penetrate the object and emerge.

She restored the wall to its original state, "simple, but difficult to undo."

Snape's expression darkened.

It was unrealistic to seal off the entire third floor. The blame could only be placed on Harry, who had just shown his talent for Parseltongue and was most like the heir of Slytherin.

"McGonagall, when will Dumbledore come back?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

The only way left is to close it.

Although they will be discovered sooner or later, as long as some students restrain their mouths...

Vincent felt offended by his direct gaze.

Even Fred and George know how to take care of the overall situation.

"If I were Voldemort, I would definitely spread the news secretly." He reached for the cloak and held the Sorting Hat in his arms.

"Since it is black magic, it needs a weapon that can completely destroy it."

Under the slightly surprised expressions of Flitwick and Sprout, he pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor.

Snape said in a subtle way: "Don't tell me, you just used this for self-defense."

"Of course not." Vincent raised his sword with one hand without blushing or out of breath.

"I came out to get some fresh air, Mr. Hat, and the portraits in the principal's office can attest to that."

Believe me, Merlin's pantyhose!

Except for the tragic kidnapping case, Snape could not think of anything more reasonable.

With two "swish" sounds, two lines of crooked words like light bulbs were neatly marked with a big cross.

This flawless posture and these flowing movements are clearly the mastermind of the kidnapping case.

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