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 told her about this.

"Are you for me?"

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

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

At the time, Olive Hombe made fun of me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here.

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

He spoke in a funny voice, like a snake hissing, I thought it must be another language, but I could tell it was a boy talking.

So I opened the door, ready to scold him for walking away, going to my boys' bathroom, and-"

Harry and Ron opened their mouths and listened intently to Myrtle, which made her proud, her chest raised proudly, her face radiant.

"I'm dead."

"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 yellow eyes, and then my whole body seemed to be They were all caught, and they lost consciousness lightly..."

The three of Clark looked at each other and knew that what Myrtle saw was probably the eyes of the Basilisk.

Myrtle looked at Clark dazedly. "And then I came back here, you know, and I was bent on trying to settle the bill with Oliver Hombe. Oh, she regretted making fun of me for wearing glasses."

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

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

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

The pool looked normal. They checked it inside and out, up and down. They didn't even let the drain pipe under the pool go, but they found nothing.

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

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

Clark pulled him aside and stood himself in front of the sink. "Come on, you're a wizard, Ron, it must be some kind of magic."

"This faucet never comes out," Myrtle reminded Clark when she saw that he wanted to turn the faucet on.

Of course Clark didn't want to screw the Chamber of Secrets out of the faucet. 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, motioning him not to be nervous, "Come here, see a small snake carved on the side of this copper faucet... Try to say a few words to it, Speak in Parseltongue!"

"But—" Harry thought desperately.

You know, in the past, he could always speak Parselmouth when facing a real snake.

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

"Open," he said.

He looked up at Clark, who shook his head, "No, you're talking human words."

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

Harry thought that if he shook his head a few times, the flickering candlelight would make the snake appear to be moving.

"Open," he said.

This time, however, Harry didn't hear those words anymore, and what came out of his mouth was a strange, snake-like hissing sound.

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

Immediately afterwards, the pool in front of them also moved, and the three watched as the pool slowly sank from their sight, revealing a thick sewer pipe behind, but looking at the diameter, even if a child was allowed to get in it, Enough.

Harry's eyes widened when he heard Ron gasp.

They found the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber!

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

"Looks like our reasoning was right." Clark reached out and touched the faucet with the snake engraved on it again.

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

Clark interrupted with a wave of his hand, "That's just looking small, Hogwarts is a magical castle, and these plumbing systems are obviously cured with a Traceless Stretch Charm to deal with the pressure of sewage. But that's not what we should be doing. If you have something to worry about, let’s inform the professors first.”

They said goodbye to Myrtle, opened the bathroom door, and went to McGonagall to teach them.

It's just that they just closed the door and 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 of the corner of the hallway, with only a pale face.

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

"We want—we want—" Ron stammered, looking unconvinced, "We want to go—go see—"

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

Harry's reaction was also quick, stepping on Ron's foot quickly and saying, "Yes, Professor, we just wanted to sneak into the hospital and tell her that the mandrakes are about to grow, and tell her not to worry. "

Snape was still staring at them, and for a moment, the whole hallway fell into a depressed atmosphere.

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

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

Harry immediately read the meaning in his eyes and shook his head. 【Will not. 】

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

"Hehe, talking to a petrified person?"

With 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 deceiving as Lockhart?"

He just finished speaking, and a familiar voice happened to be heard in the corridor not far away.

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

That cheerful voice, of great resolution—it was Gilderoy Lockhart.

The three of Clark looked as if they had seen a savior. They followed the sound and saw Professor Lockhart coming down the stairs.

"Professor Lockhart, what are you doing?" 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 that it was Professor McGonagall who asked us to hurry to the staff lounge. I happened to meet you. Talk to you."

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

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

This immediately dispelled Snape's suspicions, and he turned to leave with Lockhart.

Harry and Ron watched eagerly as he was about to leave, but Snape turned and suddenly looked back at the three of Clarks.

"You three, keep up!"

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

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

At this time, Harry suddenly realized that the door of the staff lounge was not closed. After looking at Clark, the three of them sneaked up to the door and started to sound like a corner.

Through the analysis by the door, they could see that some of the teachers in those rooms were confused, while others were terrified.

But 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 described as hatred.

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

"It 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 slammed his hands over his mouth.

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

"Heir to Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was very pale, "and he left another line, just below the last one, that 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 went weak and she slumped on a chair. "Which student is that?"

"Neville Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall.

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

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

Harry felt Clark's body shaking beside him, pent-up anger.

"We must send all the students home tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall. "This is the end of Hogwarts. 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 expressions of loss and sadness on their faces, and only one, Lockhart, had a look of relief on their faces.

Snape saw the expression on his face just in time, and took a step forward.

"Don't we just happen to have someone here to solve the problem?" he said. "That's you, Lockhart. A pureblood heir was taken by monsters and another little girl was taken into the back room. You The time has finally come to show brilliance."

Lockhart's face turned pale.

"Yes, Gilderoy," Professor Sprout broke in now, "did 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 what the monster was in there?" Professor Flitwick chimed in.

"I—did I say it? I don't remember..."

"Of course I remember what you said, you said it was a pity you didn't fight the monster before Hagrid was taken," said Snape, "and you said that the whole thing was messed up, Should it have been left to you to deal with from the start?"

Several professors made Lockhart speechless, and he stared at his stern colleagues in stunned silence.

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

"Then that's it, Gilderoy, I'll leave this matter to you," Professor McGonagall finally settled on it, watching him say.

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

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

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"Well then," Lockhart said, lips quivering, and his usual bright smile was gone, "I—first—get ready."

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

"Professor Lockhart will leave the matter of the monsters to Professor Lockhart. Now, the deans of the various houses will inform the students of what happened, and tell them that the Hogwarts Express will take them home early tomorrow morning, and the other teachers must ensure that Don't let a student stay outside the dormitory, act."

Snape was the first to stand up. He walked to the door and looked at the three of Clark who were waiting outside, "Follow me, you guys!"

Harry and Ron were a little reluctant, and at this moment, Lockhart's voice sounded like the sound of nature, "I take the liberty to disturb, Severus, I'll take them back to the dormitory, after all, Slytherin The rest room is in the basement, but I didn't drop by."

Snape gave Lockhart a deep look and left with a stinky face.

"Okay, keep up." Lockhart greeted them and walked upstairs with a heavy heart.