"Harry, Harry," Lockhart said, shaking his head impatiently, "it's not as simple as you say. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI have a lot of work. I'm going to track these people. Ask them how exactly they were able to do that. Then I'm going to cast an amnesia spell on them so they can forget about it completely. If there's anything I'm proud of, it's my Oblivion Curse. You know, Harry, I'm going to have to work a lot, a lot. You know, it's not just book autographs and celebrity photos. If you want to be famous, you have to be prepared to work hard for a long time. ”

He ping-pong put the lid on the suitcase and locked it.

"Let me think," he said, "everything is packed." Oh, by the way, and forgot one thing. He drew his wand and turned to the three.

"I'm sorry, boys, but I had to cast an Oblivion Charm on you. I can't let you spread my secrets everywhere. Otherwise, I won't want to sell my book......"

"Except for your weapons!" Xingzhe waved his wand directly.

Lockhart was knocked back a few steps and fell on his suitcase. His wand flew high into the air, was caught by Ron, and tossed out of the open window.

Harry kicked Lockhart's box aside. Lockhart looked up at the three of them, looking even more emaciated and haggard. Seong-cheol was still pointing his wand at him.

"What do you want me to do?" Lockhart said weakly, "I don't know where the Chamber of Secrets is. I won't do anything. ”

"Hehe," Seong-cheol said, pointing his wand at Lockhart, forcing him to stand up, "We happen to know where the Chamber of Secrets is. I also know what is kept in the secret room. Let's go. ”

They escorted Lockhart out of his office, down the nearest staircase, through the dimly lit hallway where the words flashed on the wall, to the door of the weeping myrtle's bathroom.

They sent Lockhart to the front. Lockhart shuddered.

Xingzhe's disdain for Lockhart was even heavier

The crying myrtle is sitting in the tank of one of the innermost toilets.

"Oh, it's you," she said as she saw Harry, "what do you want this time?" ”

"I want to ask you how you died." Harry said.

Myrtle's whole demeanor changed all at once. It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question that honored her.

"Ouch, it's horrible," she said with relish, "and that's where it happens." I died in this toilet. I remember it very clearly. At the time, Olive Hombe laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here. I locked the door and was crying inside, when I suddenly heard someone coming in. What they say is funny. I guess it must be another language. But what annoyed me the most was when I heard a boy's voice talking. So I opened the door, told him to go away, went to his boys' bathroom, and—" Myrtle thought herself remarkably puffed out her chest, her face radiant, "and I died." ”

"How did you die?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Myrtle said mysteriously in a low voice, "I just remember seeing a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes." It was as if my whole body had been caught, and I floated away......" She looked at Harry in a trance. "Then I came back. You know, I'm hell-bent on settling accounts with Olive Humbey. Oh, and she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses. ”

"Where the hell did you see those eyes?" Harry asked.

"Pretty much right there." Myrtle said, gesturing vaguely to the pool in front of her. The three of them hurriedly walked over. Lockhart hurriedly stepped aside, a terrified expression on his face. The pool looked normal. They checked it inside and out, up and down, and didn't let go of the water pipes underneath. Then Harry saw a small snake carved into the side of a bronze dragon's head.

"This faucet never comes out of the water." Myrtle said happily when she saw that Harry wanted to unscrew the faucet.

"Say a few words in a parseltongue." Xingzhe said directly.

"But—" Harry thought desperately. In the past, he could only speak Parseltongue when facing a real snake. He stared at the carved snake, trying to imagine it as a real snake.

"Open." He said.

Ron shook his head. "No, you're talking about people."

Harry turned his head back 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 look as if it was moving.

"Open." He said.

However, instead of hearing the words, what came out of his mouth was a strange hissing sound. Suddenly, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then the pool moved. They watched as the pool slowly faded from view, revealing a very thick pipe that could fit a person in. Harry heard Ron gasp.

"I'm going down." Harry said.

"I'll go down too," Xingzhe said.

"I'll go too." Ron said.

A moment of silence.

"Well, it looks like you don't need me anymore," Lockhart said, with his usual smile on his face again, "I'just—"

He reached for the doorknob, but this time it wasn't Sage, and both Ron and Harry pointed their wands at him.

"You can be the first to go down." Ron yelled.

Lockhart, who had lost his wand, turned pale and slowly approached the entrance of the cave.

"Children," he said, in a pitiful voice, "children, what's the use of that? ”

Harbhart stabbed him in the back with his wand, and Lockhart stuck his legs in the tube.

"I really don't think so—" He tried to go on, but Ron pushed him, and he slipped off of sight.

"How? We also keep up? Ron said.

There was a bang, and Lockhart's voice rang out, "Ah, that's great. I think I'm in a special world? ”

The three of them followed one after another and got into the pipe, and then let go and let themselves slide down.

It felt like speeding down a dark, slimy, endless slide. Xingzhe noticed that there were many pipes that branched out in all directions, but none of them were as thick as this one. Their pipe twists and turns, and the slope is steep all the way down. They had slipped deep into the school's ground, even deeper than the underground classrooms.

Xingzhe, who listened to the sound, jumped smoothly to the ground when the sound changed. Harry and Ron sat on the wet floor. It was a dark stone tunnel, big enough for a person to stand in. Near him, Lockhart was rising from the ground, covered in slimy mud and pale as a ghost.