After Rolf lay in the dormitory for a while, he wanted to continue to practice, but he didn't know if Dumbledore would continue to monitor the entire school after Lockhart disappeared?

He had experienced such a time travel, and he suddenly didn't really want to cultivate, but for people who were used to being busy, he was a little at a loss to suddenly relax.

So...... Am I going to think about how to help Professor Snape get Harry back, or should I talk to that woman?

However, Rolf was sure that the school infirmary's office must be under Dumbledore's strict surveillance, and his invisibility cloak probably couldn't isolate his probes at all.

It's so boring, I don't want to cultivate and I don't know what to do, I blame Lockhart, what kind of forgetting spell is used indiscriminately?

If only the door of the space could be opened in the bedroom, Rolf wouldn't be so entangled.

Wait, did we forget something? What's the final level of the second year? Defeat Lockhart?

No, no, it's a Slytherin chamber! Year 2 is almost over, but the basilisk must have a name!

Well, it's actually Rolf's body that is hungry for a basilisk, so it's not that the whole body is a treasure, but the venom fangs or something are still very valuable for breeding.

In particular, its venom can destroy Horcruxes with indestructible buffs, and its value must be not low.

Thinking of this, Rolf decided to get up and take a look, but he still had to be careful to avoid Dumbledore's surveillance, but he should have focused on the mysterious woman, and he didn't have time to care about me, right?

He put on his cloak of invisibility, and then went to the girls' bathroom on the first floor, ready to find the water tap that led to the secret room.

Rolf slowly pushed open the door to the old bathroom, and looked up to see a row of peeling, stone pools beneath a large, stained, cracked mirror.

The floor was wet, and a few candle heads burned low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that made the floor gloomy.

Rolf looked at the horrific scene around him and couldn't help but shudder, this is the world of children's literature, at least in the second grade, but why is the scene so unchildlike?

The wooden doors of the private rooms were peeling off in paint and covered with scratches, as if they had been torn by something indescribable.

One of the doors had its hinges off and hung waddling there, crunching as the wind blew.

Rolf tightened his invisibility cloak and boldly pushed the door in, and could clearly hear the whimpering cry of the myrtle in the compartment.

She cried so hard, from becoming a ghost to crying now, isn't she tired?

He carefully searched the ordinary-looking pool, and if I remember correctly, the passage to the chamber was supposed to be one of the faucets.

Rolf examined it inside and out, up and down, even the water pipes below, and at last he saw a small snake on the side of a brass faucet.

If I'm not mistaken, this is it.

Although Rolf doesn't talk like a snake, it doesn't stop him, after all, he still has the ability to communicate with all living things, let alone snake language?

"Open. Rolf imagined the faucet as a snake and spoke slowly into the faucet.

Rolf originally estimated that the chance of success might be only 50%, and he was ready to ask Harry to record an audio for himself, but first, he didn't have a recording prop in his hand, and second, he didn't know if Harry could say the snake's old voice if he couldn't see the snake.

Seemingly...... It's time to start updating the owl notebook. But all this will have to wait for the summer vacation to start, because ...... He had recently reached the critical period of visualization, and he didn't have much time to do research on updates or anything like that.

While Rolf was thinking, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light, and then began to spin rapidly.

Then a surprising scene appeared, in the quiet bathroom, the sink followed the faucet and made a loud noise of water.

Rolf watched as the pool slowly faded from view, revealing a very thick pipe, just big enough for a man to burrow into.

Rolf looked inside the pipe, and was hesitant to get inside, after all, the pipe hadn't been visited for a long time.

In the end, he still did not resist the temptation of the basilisk, and slowly got into the pipe, and then let go and let himself slide.

It felt like speeding down a dark, slimy, endless slide, and it felt like a roller coaster.

He could even see that there were many other pipes branching out in all directions, like a network, but none of the others were as thick as this one, and it seemed that they should be a main line.

The tube he glided on was twists and turns, and the slope was steep all the way down.

Rolf reckoned that he had slipped deep into the school's ground, perhaps even deeper than the underground classrooms were.

Then, he suddenly fell to the ground, the winding pipe became horizontal, and he slowly crawled out of the mouth of the pipe, and fell to the wet ground with a thud.

It was a dark stone tunnel, big enough for a person to stand in. Rolf surmised from the humid air around him that this place might be just below the Black Lagoon.

"Fluorescent flicker!" Rolf whispered into his wand, which glowed. His footsteps clattered on the wet ground and made a loud noise.

It was so dark in the tunnel that Rolf could only see a small spot in front of him. The wand's light reflected his shadow on the wet walls, looking like a youkai.

Coupled with the sound of footsteps being infinitely released by the empty secret room, Rolf felt that his whole person was not good.

We know what we're going to face next, but just like when we go to a haunted house, we're still shocked to know that the ghosts are played by the staff.

The tunnel was as silent as a grave, and he heard only an unexpected sound, a click, only to find that he had stepped on a rat skull.

Rolf lowered his wand and looked at the ground, where he saw the bones of some critters everywhere. It seems that this basilisk did not digest the bones of things.

Not far away, Rolf saw the silhouette of a coiled behemoth, lying motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

The light shone on a huge snakeskin, green and bright, and at first glance it looked like the skin of a poisonous snake, coiled around the floor of the tunnel, and the inside was empty.

Apparently, the basilisk that had just shed its skin was at least twenty feet long, and felt like it could be as tall as two stories.

PS:QQ there's a level that's not enough.,No restrictions on public comments.,I can't reply to some cute comments.,But it's too annoying.。

But don't think that I can't reply to a book review and do whatever I want, forcing me to rush and I'll reply in the chapter!