Chapter 139 The secret room, the basilisk, Tom!
Harry had thought that Myrtle was very taboo about this topic, and it would take at least a while to coax her into it.
However, what I didn't expect was that Myrtle's face suddenly changed.
"Ouch, I just scared you."
Myrtle spun in a circle in the air, giggling as if she was so happy.
"If you want to ask me how I died..."
Her demeanor suddenly changed, as if she was honored to be asked this question——
"Well, since you sincerely want to ask, let me tell you...it's actually quite scary to say."
At this point, Myrtle suddenly paused.
The considerate Harry knew that he had to praise him at this time, so he pretended to be nervous and asked: "How scary is it?"
Seeing Harry like this, Myrtle was extremely satisfied.
She chuckled twice, cleared her throat and said solemnly: "Actually, that terrible thing happened in the girls' bathroom, and I died in that toilet - I remember it very clearly."
Myrtle showed a reminiscing expression: "At that time, my classmate...Olive Humbe from Ravenclaw laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here - I locked the door, and I was crying inside, and suddenly I heard someone coming in. They were talking funny words. I thought it must be in another language-but what annoyed me most was that I heard a boy's voice talking."
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"So I opened the door, yelled at him to go away, go to my boys' bathroom, and then——"
Myrtle thought she was great and puffed up her chest, her face radiant, "I'll die."
"Can you tell me the details?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Myrtle said in a mysterious low voice, "I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes, and my whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."
She looked at Harry in a daze: "Then I came back. You know, I wanted to settle accounts with Olive Humbe... Oh, she regretted making fun of me for wearing glasses."
"She doesn't regret laughing at you for wearing glasses, it's just because you can haunt her after death, but she can't do anything, it's just a compromise out of desperation." Harry commented: "Believe me, if you are like this When she dies, she will laugh happier than anyone else.”
"Uh - probably not?" Myrtle asked hesitantly, "After all, we are all Ravenclaws..."
"Come on," Harry sneered, "as if you weren't a Ravenclaw."
"Oh..." Myrtle suddenly said, "Then I think I should go find her again to settle the score..."
"It's over. She might have died long ago after so many years." Harry sighed, "Then do you still remember where you saw that eye?"
"If you want to know, I will take you to see it." Myrtle said mysteriously, "Come on, big sister will take you to see it, go to the women's bathroom..."
As she spoke, Myrtle moved her face to Harry's side, and Harry could even see the clear pimples on the ghost's face.
"Why do I feel like you're not a good person?" Harry looked confused.
"Look at what you said." Myrtle put her hands on her hips, "I'm not happy when you talk like this!"
"But we have to be quick." Harry said to Myrtle: "Let's go, take me to see where it is first."
"Okay." After Myrtle said that, she floated up leisurely.
"But I suggest you try to be as low-key as possible and don't let others see it." Harry reminded Myrtle.
Myrtle looked at him confused, wondering why Harry said that.
"Why? Do you think it's embarrassing to walk with Myrtle?" Myrtle said angrily: "Well, I know you don't like it..."
Harry interrupted her quickly.
"No, you misunderstood." He spoke quickly, "I suspect that the person who attacked you has returned to Hogwarts. I just don't want him to know about it."
"Oh, it's already late." Myrtle said leisurely: "We were seen on the way here, and now all the students in the school must know about it——"
"It will still take some time, so we have to hurry up." Harry said to Myrtle: "You lead the way, and I will follow you with the Disguise Charm."
Myrtle fluttered up and down, looking at Harry's expression. Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking, she said leisurely: "Well, I really didn't expect that a second-year student like you could actually know the Disguise Charm... Then, I'll do it in the bathroom." Waiting for your arrival in the room.”
After saying that, Myrtle jumped back, like a backstroke, and floated out of the classroom.
Harry cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and followed Myrtle's footsteps to the bathroom one after another.
The girls' bathroom on the second floor is not often used. That is, when Myrtle offends someone, someone will come here and rush her into the black lake while she is not paying attention.
After walking into the bathroom, he removed the Disillusionment Charm. Myrtle was startled when she saw his sudden appearance.
Harry found it a bit funny. This was the first time he had seen a ghost scare someone - normally, ghosts scare people.
"Oh, you are indeed here." Myrtle said with a smile. She pointed to the pool beside her and said, "Here, it's right here. If I remember correctly, this area is fine anyway."
Harry walked to the edge of the pool and looked carefully.
The pool looked very ordinary, just like any other ordinary pool.
"Come and help me look for it." Harry said to Myrtle, "If my guess is correct, there will definitely be a snake-shaped mark engraved on Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets... Come and look for it too."< br>
"How do you know?" Myrtle asked with great interest. Rather than looking for the little snake mark, Myrtle wanted to know how Harry knew about this matter.
"Because I have been to Slytherin's study before." Harry said slowly: "Outside Slytherin's study, there are always many small snake-like marks. If you speak Parseltongue to the snake, , it will activate the mechanism and open the hidden door.”
"Is there such an interesting place?" Myrtle became more curious now, "So, Mr. Potter - no, Harry, can you show me what Parselmouth is?"
"I don't take the initiative to speak Parseltongue, Myrtle." Harry glanced at Myrtle, who was still excited: "I can only passively trigger this talent when I see a snake - if you can find I can show you that thing.”
Upon hearing Harry's words, Myrtle turned around and went to help Harry find the snake mark in the pool without saying a word.
The two of them checked the pool inside and outside, up and down, even the water pipes below.
"Hey, here." Myrtle pointed to the side of a copper faucet, "I remember this faucet. It never came out, no matter how I turned it... It seems that it should be the little snake mark you said. Okay - okay, I found it for you, you should show me Parseltongue.”
"It seems you think of me as a circus member." Harry said helplessly.
He leaned his head over and looked at the little snake.
In fact, his talent for Parseltongue was not obvious at first, but after receiving special training from Ominis, he probably mastered part of it.
"Open," he hissed, as if he was sucking his tongue.
Myrtle looked surprised at the hissing Parseltongue sound.
"I knew it!" she said excitedly: "I remembered it! That boy also spoke Parseltongue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the dragon head engraved with a small snake emit a dazzling white light and begin to spin rapidly.
Then, the pool also started to move. They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could accommodate a person.
"Is this the entrance to the secret room?" Myrtle asked in shock, "I have been here for decades, but I never knew that there was a secret passage leading to the secret room hidden in the girls' bathroom on the second floor..."< br>
"Yes, this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." Harry said concisely: "Okay, Myrtle, thank you very much for your help, but I also want to ask you to keep it secret for the time being until Dumbledore catches the one who killed you. Boy, can you?”
"Don't worry Harry, I promise to keep it secret!" Myrtle said, patting her chest.
"Besides," Harry took two steps and found Myrtle following him, so he added, "just wait here, don't go down with me."
"Why, are you worried about me dying again?" Myrtle giggled, "Don't worry Harry, I'm already a ghost and it's impossible for me to die again."
"But according to the book, ghosts that look into the eyes of the basilisk will be petrified." Harry said helplessly: "If you don't want to be the first ghost to be petrified, I suggest you wait here."
"Okay." Myrtle whirled and said, "Then I'll wait for you here."
Harry walked to the front of the pipe, took a deep breath, opened the mouth of the pipe, put an armor protector under his butt, and slid in along the bottom of the pipe.
This feeling is very unpleasant, just like playing on the water slide in an amusement park - Harry once remembered the feeling of being taken up to play on the water slide by his cousin Dudley. The feeling was really... no Great.
This pipe did not go all the way to the bottom, but twisted and twisted forward. Harry felt that he kept hitting the wall of the pipe, making a slight collision sound. If there was not an armor protection pad under his butt, he would be afraid of it. The sparks have been rubbed out for a long time.
Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long. Less than five minutes had passed before Harry finally felt a sense of openness in front of him, and he emerged from the mouth of the pipe.
"ArrestoMomento!"
Harry pointed at the ground and cast a shock-absorbing and speed-stopping spell on himself, thus avoiding the fate of being bumped.
Although it was not a serious injury, it was indeed very painful to be knocked.
"Revilio!"
The spell did not detect any creatures.
"Lumos!"
He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand illuminated enough to illuminate his surroundings.
This... seems to be the bottom of the Black Lake?
Harry looked around and found that he was in a tunnel made of stone. The surrounding walls were dark and sticky, and seemed to be covered with a thick layer of moss - it might be some kind of stain.
The tunnel was so quiet that Harry could even hear his own breathing, very clear.
He tried to walk forward, but after taking a few steps, he heard a clicking sound under his feet.
Stepped on a rat's skull.
After walking a few steps further, Harry saw the remaining snake slough on the road in front of him.
The light from the wand shines on the snake's skin, making it green and look very bright.
Without saying a word, he put the snake slough into his wallet.
The basilisk's snake slough is a good thing. It can be used in both potions and alchemy.
Even if he doesn't need it, he can still make a lot of money by selling it - or in other words, it's not impossible to give it to Professor Snape as a Christmas gift. After all, the arrogant old bat... the old professor also helped. Keep yourself busy.
After putting away the snake's slough, he walked forward while using his original form to try to detect potential enemies.
Arriving at the end of the tunnel, Harry found a solid wall standing in front of him, carved with two intertwined snakes, with large, sparkling emeralds in their eyes.
This must be it, he thought.
While staring at the tangled pair of snakes, Harry was still complaining about Slytherin in his mind.
He is indeed the founder of the Snake Academy. Not only does he have Parseltongue engraved in his blood, but he also likes to turn everything he handles into snake-like mechanisms... He even raised a basilisk in the school.
No wonder everyone said Slytherin was an old lunatic, he thought.
Thinking this way, he hissed in a low and hoarse voice: "Open!"
After the words fell, the two snakes squirmed on the wall for a while. The stone wall cracked from the middle, slowly slid to both sides, and then magically disappeared.
Harry walked in and found that he suddenly saw a room in front of him - no longer pipes with stone walls, but a spacious and dark room.
Opposite him were many stone pillars engraved with entangled snakes. They towered up to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness. Under the dim light, they cast a beam of light on the entire room filled with green and mysterious mist. A long, eerie black shadow.
Harry cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and he walked forward carefully, using his true form to detect the surrounding creatures from time to time.
When Harry walked parallel to the last stone pillar, he discovered that there was a statue of a wizard standing at the end of the room.
The statue was level with the entire room. The face of the statue was that of an old man, with a long and sparse beard hanging down to his feet.
It must be Slytherin, he thought.
Harry stepped forward. He raised his head and saw a line of words engraved next to the Slytherin statue. It was twisted like a twisting snake.
Those words were not in English, but in Parseltongue.
He read it out subconsciously.
"Talk to me! Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Just as he finished speaking, Harry suddenly noticed that the Slytherin statue suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a thick, round black hole.
It seemed like something was moving inside, making a rustling sound.
It's a basilisk!
In the blink of an eye, Harry knew what to do.
Without saying a word, he waved his wand and changed his clothes into Slytherin style.
Then he felt that this was not safe, so he used the magic wand to temporarily change his hair to look like Ominis.
He snapped his fingers, and a layer of white appeared in front of his eyes through the transformation spell.
Sure enough, an extremely thick and huge basilisk swam out from the open mouth of the Slytherin statue and coiled around the Slytherin statue.
Harry could feel that the big snake seemed to be sizing him up.
"Who are you?" a hissed voice sounded, "You are not the little master - who are you?"
"Little master?" Harry hissed and asked: "Who are you talking about, the little master?"
"Tom Riddle." The Basilisk hissed again: "It was him who woke me up from my deep sleep... He has the blood of Slytherin, so of course he is my little master..."
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I have the blood of Slytherin, so I am your little master?
Harry thought of Slytherin's consistent thoughts and thought of Voldemort's strict pure-blood identification criteria.
Could it be that the owner of this basilisk is determined based on blood?
He decided to ask first. After all, the Basilisk didn't attack him directly. It must be because his Parseltongue made it difficult for the Basilisk to handle.
Oh, Harry's Parseltongue was not only born, he also received special training from the Gaunt family. It can be said that even Marvolo Gaunt may not have the authentic Gaunt accent he said.
He planned to test it out.
"Just because he rescued you, you decided to be loyal to him?" Harry asked.
The Basilisk hissed in reply: "No, because he is the last bloodline of Slytherin... But I'm curious, why is there anyone else who can talk to me besides him? Even what you say is more modest than him." I want to obey..."
The case was solved, and Harry thought his guess was correct.
This basilisk didn't care at all who rescued it, he only cared about whose blood was purer.
Thinking of this, Harry decided to teach the Basilisk a lesson.
"You disgrace Slytherin, little snake." He said, imitating the villain's angry tone. "You were tricked by a half-blood bastard!"
"Mixed bastard?" The basilisk was stunned.
"Tell you what! Little snake!" Harry said angrily: "Did you know? His mother is my niece. Because she fell in love with a Muggle, she used a love potion to stun him, so she With this Tom Riddle! Let me tell you! He is just a fucking mudblood who dares to pretend to be a descendant of Slytherin! What makes me even more angry is that you believed him!" >
After hearing what Harry said, the basilisk went into a shutdown.
If Harry could raise his eyes to look at it, he would find confusion and struggle clearly flashing in the basilisk's eyes.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
It understood what the "orthodox Gunter" in front of him meant - a stinky half-blood who went to Gunter's house to beg for food?
Could it be that... it has been deceived by that 'young master' all this time?
"Who are you?" the basilisk asked tentatively.
"Ominis Gaunt!" Harry said proudly: "The great descendant of Slytherin! According to seniority, your 'young master' should call me grandpa!"
The basilisk couldn't help but tremble when it heard Harry's words!
Oh my gosh! Turns out to be the ancestor of the Gaunt family...
But...why so young? It has some doubts.
So, he asked.
"Master Ominis, why do you... look so young?"
"Because of time magic, little snake." Harry snorted, "Don't you know? I have awakened the inheritance of ancient magic..."
Harry just wanted to talk about ancient magic, but he never expected that after hearing his words, the basilisk made a sharp explosion!
"Ancient magic! Ah! Ancient magic!"
What's going on?
Harry looked at the basilisk, which looked like a pupa that had been sprinkled with salt, and secretly took out his wand, ready to cast a spell at any time if the opportunity arose.
"You have awakened ancient magic! It seems that you must be the descendant of the great old master Slytherin!" The basilisk's tone suddenly became flattering, "Oh my god, you are... really great. It seems that I should believe you - —Do you know? Even the old master’s child has not been able to awaken the ancient magic... Oh my god, what an honor, what an honor to meet... such a pure heir of Slytherin!"
For a moment, Harry felt as if he was a bad boy who stole someone else's girlfriend.
It's still a lie.
He had no doubt that even if Voldemort appeared in front of him now, he would be unable to command the basilisk in front of him.
"Dear Master..." The basilisk swam over and said in a flattering tone: "Please allow me to serve you... Master Tom... No, that mixed-blood mudblood shamelessly deceived me. He didn't even want to take him with me." I walked out of this secret room..."
"Why?" Harry asked confused.
"I don't know." The basilisk swung its tail in frustration and hit the ground with a flapping sound.
"If you don't mind, I have a wallet with the Invisible Stretch Charm here." Harry said to the basilisk: "But I can understand you, after all, you are a basilisk, and he is afraid that you will petrify other people after you go out. ”
"As long as the owner is not petrified." The basilisk swung its tail happily, like a puppy: "You should know that the orthodox Slytherin descendants will not be afraid of the basilisk's petrification spell."< br>
"Why?" Harry asked curiously. He was also wondering why Tom was not killed because he looked at the basilisk when he released it for the first time.
"Because the basilisk will not kill a natural Parseltongue, and this ability can also be controlled." The basilisk said happily: "So, when will you take me out, my respected young master?"
Seeing that Harry was hesitant, the basilisk grunted twice and hissed: "Master, I can eat less. Even though I am big, I really can eat less -"
"Okay." Harry didn't refuse. After all, it was such a fun thing to play with snakes.
Harry opened his wallet and suddenly remembered something important.
"But one more thing, I need some basilisk fangs."
"Oh, this." The basilisk shook its head and brought its head to Harry's side.
Two fangs fell to the ground with a clatter.
"If you don't have enough, I can shed some more." The basilisk said, "But I need to add some food... After all, you know, I haven't eaten for a long time."
Harry hooked his hand and two fangs flew into his hand.
He was still a little worried and didn't dare to bend down to pick it up, so he could only perform a wave of wandless spells.
"What a genius, worthy of being a descendant of the old master!" The basilisk said happily: "Look, this hand is casting magic without a wand!"
Harry smiled, opened his wallet and said, "Come in, and when I go out, I will get you some food - how about cows? Will you not eat beef?"
"It's good to eat, Master, as long as you don't throw down the chicken." Hissed the Basilisk: "But I prefer to eat Acromantula - you know, that kind of creature has fat meat."
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"I know." Harry nodded and said, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Alfonso." The basilisk replied, "This is the name the old master gave me." "Well, I understand, come in, Alfonso." He said.
The basilisk swam two steps, and Harry put it in with his wallet.
Until he put away the basilisk, Harry still felt a bit like he was in a dream.
Just that simple, the basilisk was solved?
What made him even more unbelievable was that in just a few words, he convinced a basilisk to get into his wallet...
It seemed like it was time to supplement the Gaunt family's knowledge, he thought.
He put the basilisk's fangs in his pocket, changed his clothes into Gryffindor's style, and used Apparition to arrive at the gate of Hogwarts Castle.
Apparition is not possible in Hogwarts, but he is in the Chamber of Secrets after all - the Chamber of Secrets is under the Black Lake, so it is not considered to be in the castle.
The first thing he did when he returned to Hogwarts was not to go to the map room, but directly to the principal's office.
Weiwei's matter was important, but Voldemort must not be allowed to escape.
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The gargoyle had already moved out of the way when Harry entered the eighth floor.
Harry walked into the principal's office without any obstruction.
"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore asked happily after seeing Harry: "What, did you ask something?"
Without saying anything, Harry took out a basilisk fang and placed it on the headmaster's desk.
Dumbledore didn't understand what Harry meant, and looked at the fangs suspiciously, then at Harry.
"So... this is it?" He asked doubtfully, looking at the fangs that were still spitting out black venom.
"Basilisk fangs." Harry said concisely: "I found the secret room. The entrance is in the bathroom on the second floor, but you need to use Parseltongue to open it. I really don't know why Slytherin has such evil. Fun.”
"Because Slytherins like snakes."
Professor Dumbledore reached out and picked up the fang, put it in the sun and looked at it, looking at Harry in shock.
"I really didn't expect that a little wizard of your age could fight the basilisk on his own and pull out its teeth..."
As he spoke, Dumbledore naturally put his fangs into his pocket.
Harry said nothing and spread his hands on the table.
"Haha, forgive an old man for his collecting habit." Professor Dumbledore smiled awkwardly, took out the fang and gave it back to Harry: "But I still have to remind you that the venom of the basilisk is highly toxic. You'd better be cautious."
"Don't worry." Harry nodded and said, "I will definitely pay attention."
"But I still don't quite understand. How did you defeat the basilisk?" Professor Dumbledore asked inexplicably: "Even if you are the descendant of ancient magic, you still..."
"Of course I convinced the basilisk." Harry spread his hands with a standard look of helplessness, "The basilisk will only obey the orders of the descendants of Slytherin, but I told it the real situation - about Voldemort's life experience. After knowing the truth, the Basilisk was furious. He felt that he had been humiliated and believed that a mixed-blood Mudblood was not worthy of being a great descendant of Slytherin."
"But you are not a Slytherin," Dumbledore said.
"I got Ominis Gaunt's notes in the crypt." Harry said concisely: "I know that he is Marvolo Gaunt's brother. According to seniority, he should be Voldemort's grandfather. ...So I pretended to be him.”
"Then how did you make it believe it?" Professor Dumbledore was still puzzled: "Harry, I'm just curious. You can choose not to tell. After all, everyone has a little secret."
"It's not a secret, because I'm a natural parseltongue." Harry said with a smile.
"A natural Parseltongue?"
Dumbledore felt that he had been shocked enough today, but he was not shocked to hear that a Gryffindor was born with a Parseltongue.
He opened his mouth and chose silence.
Forget it, let’s not ask anymore.
"So what are your next plans?" Dumbledore asked again.
Harry thought for a while and said: "I want Draco to write a letter to his father and ask him to join the school board to put pressure on you and force you to resign."
After Dumbledore pondered for a moment, he said to Harry: "If you can persuade Lucius, this will be a good plan."
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Harry was truly the most sane, powerful, and potential young wizard he had ever seen at the same age.
If you want to find someone who can compare with him, perhaps the only one you can think of is the transfer student from a hundred years ago.
Dumbledore's eyelids couldn't stop twitching when he thought of the transfer student.
He knew that the transfer student was Gellert's biological sister.
"Don't worry, I'll give Lucius Malfoy a reason he can't refuse," Harry said.
After he left the principal's office, he found Miss Farley who was studying in the auditorium.
Harry left her a small note and turned to leave.
"You will take Draco to the empty classroom on the second floor in a moment. I will wait for you there."
After Miss Farley read it, she burned the note.
She pretended to continue reading, and after about five or six minutes, she stood up and called Draco away.
"What did Miss Farley call Draco for?" Pansy asked curiously, stretching her neck.
"I heard it's about his father. It seems like he wants to talk about the relationship between his father's generation." Crabbe said without raising his head.
Pansy nodded, said oh, and continued to sit there and study.
In the empty classroom, Harry was feeding snacks to the basilisk one after another.
The basilisk in the purse was delighted, wagging its tail and hissing happily.
Hearing someone coming, Harry whispered to his wallet and then raised his head.
"Harry, what you just said was..." Draco asked with great interest.
"I said someone is here and I'll feed you later." Harry said calmly: "Parseltongue - you should have heard of this ability."
"Parseltongue?!" Miss Farley and Draco looked shocked.
Parseltongue is a very rare ability and is usually hereditary - almost all Parseltongues are descendants of Salazar Slytherin.
This explosive news, it must be said, shocked these two orthodox Slytherin students.
"Oh my god, Harry..." Miss Farley grabbed her collar excitedly and gasped violently: "Are you...are you interested in coming to Slytherin? Oh my God, I believe you will become the best Slytherin ever. Of the best graduates..."
"Even Voldemort can't compare to me?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Uh..." Miss Farley thought for a while and nodded firmly: "It must be better than him."
"I think so too!" Draco raised his hand and said, "So..."
Harry glanced at him.
Draco decided to hold back the words.
He thought angrily, if you look at me like this, when my great-aunt comes back, I will tell her in front of her, I wonder if you still dare to hurt me!
"Let's talk about it later. Now I have something to tell you, Draco." Harry said to Draco.
"Just ask!" Draco said proudly, patting his chest.
In his opinion, Harry and his great-aunt Cassandra were a definite couple!
So the question is, if you look at it this way, Harry is really his ancestor.
Those ancestors were awesome, wouldn't he, the younger generation, have something to say in the future?
From now on, when you meet people, you no longer need to mention 'my father'. If you want to mention it, just mention 'great-uncle', he thought viciously.
Therefore, the matters concerning my great-uncle are the matters of the Malfoy family.
"I need you and your father to write a letter explaining the current situation at Hogwarts, and to work with the school board to impeach Dumbledore." Harry reached out and knocked on the table.
Before he could say the next sentence, Draco stood up excitedly and interrupted him: "Oh my God! You really have a keen eye! I have long thought that he should not be the principal! I will Write a letter to Dad! ”
"Don't be too busy getting excited..." Harry grabbed Draco and said, "This is just part of Dumbledore and I's plan, it's not really about impeachment... so you have to tell your dad about this in advance. , to avoid any misunderstanding.”
Harry didn't want to take advantage of the Malfoy family, so he just spoke up if he had anything to do.
For the people below, try to tell everything beforehand and not complain afterwards. This is the rule taught to him by Mr. Septimus.
"Okay." Draco looked a little disappointed. He cheered up and said, "Then I will write a letter to Dad and explain this matter clearly..."
After arranging Draco, Harry came to the secret room of the map.
"Vivi." Harry pushed open the door to the secret room of the map, held up the basilisk fangs and said with a smile, "Look, what is this?"
"Basilisk fangs?" Weiwei took a closer look and asked with a worried look, "You...are not injured, are you? That's a basilisk that has been sleeping for a thousand years. It must be very dangerous, right?"
Harry couldn't help it and laughed.
"He still has the heart to laugh, so nothing must be wrong." Professor Lukewood commented sharply from the side.
Harry told Vivi exactly what happened in the secret room just now.
The three professors and Weiwei Jin in the secret map room fell into silence for a long time, and did not say a word for a long time.
What should I say?
Is the basilisk too stupid, or is Harry too... clever?
"Well done, Harry!" Vivi said with a smile: "I'm relieved that there's no danger - what are you going to do next?"
"Well..." Harry pondered for a moment and then said: "I plan to deal with Voldemort in the school first, and then go to Slytherin's study to rescue you - you know, there is such a hidden danger in the school , it’s not a good thing after all.”
"You are right to worry." Weiwei said with a chuckle: "But you have to be careful. Even if Voldemort is a remnant, he is still the most powerful dark wizard in this century..."
"Why do we have to emphasize this century?" Harry asked puzzledly.
"Because it was her in the last century." Professor Rookwood glanced at Harry with hatred.
Harry: "Oh..."
Vivi did not deny Professor Rookwood’s accusation of ‘dark wizard’, and happily accepted the title: “Let’s just call it me, thank you Professor Rookwood for the compliment.”
"You actually take this sentence as a compliment?" Professor Lukewood took a deep breath.
"I only value the 'strongest'." Weiwei said proudly.
"So, are all the materials ready?" Principal Fitzgerald asked from the side: "It should be said that it is indeed satisfying to be able to witness the successful resolution of the matter."
"Yes," Professor Rackham wiped the corners of his eyes: "It's really touching. The friendship between boys and girls is always lasting and new."
"Everything is ready." Harry nodded and said, "By the way, Vivi, how many basilisk fangs do you need? One or two?"
"Just one is enough." Vivi said with gentle eyes, and then she seemed to think of something important, "By the way, Harry, Gringotts promised you to bear the price of the fangs, don't you plan to take advantage of it?" Do you want to make a fortune with this opportunity?”
"As long as you have enough money," Harry said nonchalantly, "The top priority now is to rescue you as soon as possible... God, I really wish I could catch Voldemort right now, damn guy, if not If he says so, I can rescue you today!”
Vivi covered her mouth and chuckled, and said to Harry: "But you have to remember, Harry, you must bring another person with you when you go to Slytherin's study."
"Bring another person with you?" Harry asked puzzledly: "Why?"
"Have you forgotten what happened to Nokoto Gaunt? She was the aunt of Ominis Gaunt. She was trapped and died at the door of Slytherin's study because she was unable to use the Cruciatus Curse..." Vivi Sighing: "She is one of the few good people in the Gaunt family. It's a pity that she suffered that fate. I don't want you to be like her."
Weiwei didn't mention it, so Harry forgot about it.
But...who should I take with me?
Take Ron? Obviously not... Where's Hermione? Forget it, Harry didn't want to cause trouble for Hermione.
"I should think about who to take." Harry sighed and said to Vivi: "It seems that there is no one around me who can..."
"Are you stupid, Harry?" Professor Rookwood said again in a tone of hatred: "Can't you just catch a dark witch outside?"
"Oh, right." Harry suddenly realized, didn't this solve his dilemma?
He raised his head again and said: "I hope Lucius will move quickly. If everything goes well, we can really meet in two days - I mean, meet your true body."
Harry was not completely emotionally weak and did not say the word 'portrait'.
However, he didn't know that what was in the secret room of the map was not Weiwei's portrait, but her soul.
"Okay." Weiwei nodded with gentle eyes.
After Harry left, Vivi sighed.
Fool...
……
After Harry returned from the Map Chamber, he continued to live his daily leisurely life.
Now that the fangs are in hand, Voldemort has been locked, and the basilisk has been dealt with - the rest is left to Lucius and his school board to handle.
When it comes to impeaching the principal, they are professionals.
Harry wasn't in a hurry, and he wasn't afraid that Pansy would run away after martial law was lifted - after all, Dumbledore had personally been guarding the outside of Hogwarts after he was impeached.
If Pansy, or any other student, tried to throw the notebook away, Dumbledore would notice.
There was a strange tension in Hogwarts on Wednesday morning.
What no one expected was that Hogwarts held a school board meeting! Just this morning!
This matter was not hidden from the students, because the proud Draco showed off this matter in public last night.
"My father is the school governor of Hogwarts." He said this, looking very proud.
However, it is understandable that anyone with such a school director father would not be able to help but feel dizzy, let alone a young boy like Draco?
Everyone was curious. They not only discussed it in the dormitory at night, but also whispered about it while eating in the auditorium in the morning.
Everyone wants to know what the school board is discussing—whether it is to cut student benefits or to increase the burden on students and take more classes.
Or is it necessary to pass a bill that allows little wizards to cast spells at will during the holidays? So said the Weasley twins.
But everyone thought this was a foolish dream and expressed that it was impossible.
However, just as they were about to go to their first class, Lucius strode into the Great Hall of Hogwarts with his head held high and a look of pride on his face.
He walked all the way to the guest seat and stood in front of the principal's seat.
A buzzing sound suddenly erupted in the auditorium.
"Everyone, be quiet."
Lucius looked around and cast an amplification charm on himself.
"According to the discussion and decision of the school board, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is no longer suitable to serve as the headmaster of the school. From this day on, Dumbledore will no longer be the headmaster of the school. Headmaster, I, Lucius Malfoy, will act as headmaster for the time being.”
The whole place was silent and silent.
"Why?" someone asked below.
"The Board of Governors unanimously believes that the former Headmaster tried to use martial law to cover up his lack of ability," Lucius Malfoy said loudly: "The Board of Governors deeply regrets the attack on Mr. Colin Creevey. But it does not mean that Hogwarts is in danger... Therefore, from today, martial law is officially lifted!"
After saying that, a burst of cheers broke out among the Slytherins.
Next came Gryffindor of Ravenclaw, and finally Hufflepuff.
But Hufflepuff was obviously absent-minded and only echoed a few perfunctory words.
They do not think that Dumbledore is incompetent. On the contrary, they are the students who understand Dumbledore best.
But it was of no use. Since the school board had come forward and Dumbledore did not show up, it proved that this was an established fact.
Lucius glanced around the auditorium proudly, turned and left.
Harry glanced at the Slytherin table with the corner of his eye, and sure enough he found Pansy smiling strangely.
"Give me a day off from today's classes." Harry whispered to Ron: "I mean - all classes."
"Okay." Ron nodded, "What's wrong with you?"
"I have some personal grudges to deal with," Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder.
Ron asked with concern: "Want to help? Harry?"
"No, it's just a small grudge, I can handle it." Harry said with a smile, "Go to class quickly, I have something else to do-"
Today's three classes are Gryffindor's Charms class alone, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's Herbology class together, and Gryffindor's Transfiguration class alone.
He didn't go with the Slytherins, so Harry didn't worry about being discovered by the Slytherins, but lurked at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets early.
He squatted behind the wall where the two snakes were entangled, which was the entrance to the hall, waiting for the arrival of Voldemort - or Pansy.
The pointer on my hand moved minute by minute, from nine o'clock to twelve o'clock, without any movement.
The three hands continued to move, and when Harry was bored, there was a rustling sound outside.
Harry looked at his watch. It was now five minutes past four.
After a while, the wall in front of him separated to both sides and disappeared into the rock walls on both sides.
Sure enough, it was Pansy Parkinson, standing there with an extremely evil smile on her face.
"Miss Parkinson," Harry said suddenly.
"Who?!" Pansy's face suddenly showed fear.
Did she really not expect that there was someone else in Slytherin's secret room? !
Harry removed the Disillusionment Charm and appeared in front of her.
"It's you!" Pansy recognized Harry almost instantly: "Potter!"
"It's me, Miss Parkinson."
Harry looked at Pansy with a half-smile. After looking her up and down, he smiled meaningfully.
"Should I call you Pansy? Or...Tom, Tom Riddle?"
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