Hogwarts, Public Library. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at the young wizards who were constantly coming in and out in front of her, Mrs. Pince frowned solemnly.

Lady Pins is the caretaker of the Hogwarts Public Library and a witch with a very strong personality. Like many of Hogwarts' staff, Lady Pins has been a librarian for many years. As for the specific number of years, it is no longer possible to study.

In the memories of many senior students who have graduated, this witch with a strong personality always seems to hold a feather duster in her hand every time she appears, and stares closely at every young wizard who walks into the library with a falcon-like gaze.

“…… Every time I walked into the library, Mrs. Pince's gaze always made me feel like a criminal about to be tried! ”

――The above is from the personal account of a recent graduate who did not want to be named. According to the interviewer's description, the senior still had an indescribably strange expression on his face when he said this.

However, as one of the only libraries in Hogwarts (the other is in Ravenclaw) and the only public library in Hogwarts, it is a place where many students have to walk in the face of Mrs. Pince's harsh gaze.

"Bang-"

A thick book slammed into the desk in front of Harry. The loud noise of the book colliding with the table not only startled the savior, who was frowning and contemplating, but also attracted the attention of Mrs. Pince, the librarian not far away.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pince!"

Harry relieved himself, stood up quickly, and apologized to Mrs. Pince, who was staring at him, before turning his head to look at his friend with puzzled eyes.

"Ron, what are you doing here? When did you still like to read? ”

Harry's tone was a little impatient, he wasn't trying to mock his friend, but the recent events at Hogwarts had caused him to have a nameless fire in his heart that he couldn't get out, so he rushed to speak.

However, Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's question and tone at this time, he was lying on his stomach in front of the thick book with an excited face, quickly flipping through the sheets with one hand.

"Hogwarts, A History of the School was really sought-after during this time, and I borrowed it from a senior sister with great difficulty...... Hmm, not that...... Nor is this ...... Uh, there you have it, this is it! Harry, come and see. ”

As if he had suddenly found some treasure, Ron pointed to a page in the book and excitedly said to Harry.

Harry was so confused by Ron's movements that he didn't understand what his friend was looking for, but his curiosity prompted him to lean forward and take a look.

"Huh? This is...... Chamber!? ”

Seeing the chapter name of the page that Ron flipped to, Harry's face couldn't help but change, and he leaned over and read it carefully next to Ron's head.

There wasn't much on the page, just three or four lines, and the two of them read it quickly, but what it revealed made the expression on Harry's face change for a while.

"Slytherin...... Chamber...... Monster ......"

Harry couldn't help but mutter. Suddenly, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped something, but it was as if he couldn't see through a layer of fog.

After frowning and thinking for a while to no avail, Harry had to give up regretfully, and then turned his attention to what was written on the page.

Harry frowned at the thought of what was written in the book, if everything was true, then the matter was really big. An unknown monster, and most likely in the hands of those Slytherin bastards...... Harry couldn't believe that the so-called heir had opened the Chamber of Secrets just to deal with a cat!

They must have a bigger conspiracy - Harry with his years of experience (persecution paranoia?) Swear.

Be sure to find the heir and keep Hogwarts safe!

Ron agrees with Harry, but he thinks it's important to fill your stomach before finding an heir. Ignoring Harry's reluctance, he forcibly dragged Harry, who was wandering around the Hogwarts aisles, trying to find some clues, to the dining room.

Gryffindor's table.

“…… So, you haven't found any clues yet, have you? ”

One of the Weasley twins, nibbling on the chicken wings in his hand, asked vaguely.

"Hmmm......"

Harry nodded a little indifferently, and the spoon in his hand poured the food from the plate into his mouth. His mind was still silent on the search for clues in the secret room.

"Do you have any advice for your dear brother?"

Ron looked at the twins with a look of hope, hoping that his powerful brothers would provide some useful information.

The Weasley twins looked at each other, then shrugged in agreement.

"Okay~ I know!" Ron let out a long sigh of disappointment.

"But—" said one of the twins again, "why don't you go and ask Ravenclaw?" You know—"

"When it comes to knowing Hogwarts, there is probably no one better than them among the four houses."

Another twin was immediately followed.

Listening to the twins' words, Harry and Ron couldn't help but glance at each other, and the name of one person flashed through their minds at the same time.

It's just-

Harry shook his head and sighed helplessly. Although Harry didn't believe that the reason was that the man had taken a leave of absence due to illness, he hadn't seen him in Hogwarts since the start of the semester.

"Maybe you can write to him?"

Harry hesitated, and finally gave up on the plan after thinking about it for a while.

Unbeknownst to them, while they were discussing someone in the dining room, someone was about to enter Hogwarts Castle through a secret passageway.

Hogsmeade, England, Screaming Shack.

Crunch――

The old door panel, which was about to decay, slowly moved away under a slender and powerful palm, making a harsh grinding sound.

Fang Yan frowned and looked at the environment around him, and couldn't help but feel a trace of regret for his choice again.

"Although I knew that this place was abandoned, I didn't expect the environment here to be so bad!"

Scratching his head, Fang Yan's gaze lingered for a moment on the entrance to the cobweb-strewn secret passage.

"Why don't you clean it up first?"

The dialect thought that he would do what he said, but as soon as his mind moved, a flame instantly emerged from the void, and then fell on those spider webs.

Snort-

Fierce flames burst into flames at the entrance to the secret passage.

The ignition point of the cobwebs was so low that almost instantly, the cobwebs entrenched at the entrance of the secret passage were burned clean by the high-temperature flames condensed by the dialect.

After a few seconds, the fire gradually stopped, and Fang Yan mobilized another trace of wind elemental to expel the smoke and strange smell in the air before raising his feet and stepping into the secret passage.

More than ten minutes later, Fang Yan's figure walked out from another exit of the secret passage. It's just that as soon as he appeared, an afterimage blew towards him with a fierce wind.

Swish!

At the moment when the afterimage was about to fall on Fang Yan's body, I saw his figure flicker, and in a very short time, he left his original position and walked out of more than ten meters, and easily avoided the afterimage.

Turning around, Fang Yan unsurprisingly found that it was the beating willow in Hogwarts that attacked him.

Not interested in tangling with a tree, Fang Yan looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one else nearby, he walked directly towards the tower of Gryffindor.

He didn't plan to show his face in front of the students, and was going to go straight to the secret room, and after quietly disposing of the Basilisk and Voldemort's notebook Horcrux, he quietly left.

Uh, maybe...... Before leaving, go and meet with Qiu Zhang and them?

The idea only existed in Fang Yan's mind for a moment before he gave it up.

"Forget it!"

The road was unobstructed, and it was school time in the school, and there were hardly any students to be seen in the corridors of the castle.

According to the memory in the original book, Fang Yan came to find the girls' bathroom where the entrance to the secret room was located very smoothly. However, as the location of Lady Loris's murder, this place has long been locked by Filch with a chain lock.

Of course, this does not stump the dialect, in fact, such a simple lock is almost impossible to stump any second-grade student and above.

Click!

Under the spell of unlocking, the lock that entangles the door of the girl's bathroom is easily opened. Fang Yan untied the chain on the door, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Huh, who's who!?"

As soon as Fang Yan pushed the door and walked into the bathroom, a sharp female voice sounded in Fang's ears.

Fang Yan paused, and when he saw the confusion and surprise in the eyes of the female ghost opposite, he remembered that he was still invisible.

With a thought in his mind, the figure of the dialect suddenly appeared from the void.

"Hello, Myrtle!"

Fang Yan greeted the female ghost, speaking of which, this is still his "senior sister", but she is a little unlucky to die. Of the Hogwarts students in the past hundred years, this is the only one who has died in the school.

"Are you...... Sean Abbott!? ”

The female ghost's voice was noticeably raised by a scale, revealing a hint of joy and nervousness. Then, without waiting for the dialect to react, he was so shy that he immediately got back into the toilet seat.

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "You know me?" ”

Fang Yan was indeed a little surprised, he knew that his reputation among the students was quite loud, but it still made him a little surprised that a ghost who never left the girls' bathroom could recognize him.

"Aha-" As if to find that the dialect was not difficult to speak, Myrtle's shyness became much less, and she peeked half of her body out of the toilet lid again. "Of course, you're a Hogwarts celebrity!"

"I don't know how many people are in this bathroom, stupidly facing this mirror and practicing confession. As for the subject—"

"Of course it's you!"

Speaking of this, Myrtle's mood was obviously depressed, and she seemed to think of something from the past.

The dialect was a little embarrassed by Myrtle's words, but before he could comfort him, the expression on Myrtle's face suddenly changed again.

"But now it's okay, those girls don't have to worry about you rejecting them in the future." Myrtle's face was visibly filled with a hint of malicious pleasure, "Welcome to my company, Sean Abbott!" ”

"When you're dead, my toilet will give you half if you want. Hee-hee......"

Fang Yan was speechless for a while, and waved his hand weakly at the ghost who must have something wrong with his head: "Forget it, you should use this toilet yourself, I don't need it." ”

Seeing that Myrtle seemed to be about to say something, Fang Yan quickly interrupted her again: "By the way, I would like to take the liberty of asking what it was like when you died?" ”

Although he had known from the original book that Myrtle had died under the eyes of the basilisk, he still had to pretend to be here.

Hearing the question in tongues, Myrtle's whole demeanor changed all of a sudden. It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question that honored her.

"It's horrible! It's horrible! Myrtle's lithe body shuttled back and forth in the air, but although her mouth kept emphasizing the horror, the expression on her face was full of relish.

"That's where it happened." She finally stopped, leaning down on the lid of a flush toilet, her eyes fixed on the dialect. "That's what I died in this toilet!"

"I remember very well that Olive laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog—" Myrtle looked trying to remember, "and then I hid here." ”

"I locked the door, cried inside, and then suddenly I heard someone coming in. They speak very funny, I think it must be another language. ”

"But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking about life-" At this, Myrtle suddenly winked at the dialect, "You know, this is the girls' bathroom!" ”

Fang Yan smiled awkwardly and pretended not to hear.

Myrtle's memoir of death continues: "So I opened the door and scolded him to go to his boys' bathroom. And—"

Myrtle, thinking herself remarkable, puffed out her chest and her face radiant: "I'm dead." ”

Fang Yan was speechless, and it felt like she was still happy. But he still stepped forward and asked, "Then how did you die?" ”

"I don't know!" Myrtle mysteriously lowered her voice and said, "I just remember seeing a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes. Then my whole body seemed to be caught...... And then I floated away......"

She looked at Fang Yan in a trance, and the mood on her face became low again.