"Help me find the murderer!"

Myrtle's whole demeanor changed all at once, and it seemed that no one had ever told her about it.

"Are you for me?"

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

"Ouch, it was a nightmare, I still remember it. That's where it happened, and I died in this room.

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 walk in.

He spoke in a funny voice, like he was sizzling a snake, and I thought it must have been something else, but I could hear it being a boy talking.

So I opened the door, ready to yell him out of the way and go to his boys' bathroom, and—"

Harry and Ron listened intently to Myrtle's story with their mouths wide open, and she was very proud, her chest puffed out proudly, and her face radiant.

"I'll die."

"How did you die?" Harry hurriedly asked.

Myrtle paused for a moment before mysteriously lowering her voice, "I don't know." ”

She saw Clark frowning, and quickly explained: "I really don't know, I just remember that after I opened the door of the compartment, I saw a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes, and then, my whole body seemed to be caught, and I lost consciousness lightly......"

The three of Clark looked at each other, knowing that what Myrtle saw was most likely the eyes of a basilisk.

Myrtle looked at Clark in a trance, "Later, I came back here, you know, I was hell-bent on settling accounts with Olive Hombe." Oh, and she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses. ”

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

"Pretty much right there." Myrtle's memory is already very vague, and Clark can't figure out how a ghost can remember so many things.

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

The pool looked normal, and they checked it inside and out, up and down, not even the drain pipe at the bottom of the pool, but they still found nothing.

It's just an ordinary washbasin, and there's 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 washbasin, "Please, you're a wizard, Ron, this must have used some kind of magic." ”

"This faucet never comes out of the water." Myrtle reminded Clark when she saw that she wanted to unscrew the faucet.

Clarke, of course, didn't want to wring the chamber out of the faucet, he just looked at it for a moment, and then beckoned to Harry, "Looks like I still need your favor." ”

"Help?"

"Yes," Clark tapped Harry on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous, "Come over here, do you see a small snake carved into the side of this bronze dragon's head...... Try saying a few words to it, in a Parseltongue! ”

"But—" Harry thought desperately.

You know, in the past, he could only speak Parseltongue when facing a real snake.

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

"Open." He said.

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

This time, however, it was no longer the words that Harry heard, and what came out of his mouth was a strange, sizzling sound similar to that of a snake.

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

Immediately after, the pool in front of them also moved, and the three of them watched as the pool slowly sank from their sight, revealing a thick sewer pipe behind it, but looking at its diameter, it was enough to accommodate even a small child to burrow into it.

Harry's eyes widened as he heard Ron gasp.

They've found the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber!

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

"Looks like we're right." Clark reached out again and touched the faucet with the snake carved into it.

"But the entrance is too small," Ron asked, "we can't get in, isn't that snake supposed to be big......"

Clark interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "It's just small, Hogwarts is a magical castle, and the plumbing systems are obviously solidified with the Traceless Stretch Charm to cope with the pressure of the drainage." But that's not something we should worry about, so let's go and inform the professors first. ”

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

It's just that they had just closed the door and turned around, and the sound of a person suddenly made the three of them jump in fright.

"Potter! Weasley! Puwit! What are you doing? ”

It was Snape, who stood in the shadows around the corner of the hallway, revealing only a pale face.

"At this time, you are not with your classmates? I think you guys were taking a history of magic class. He said in a cold, very affirmative tone, with a smile on his face that looked like a viper that had caught a rat.

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

"Hermione." Clarke hurriedly picked up the conversation, Ron and Snape both looked at him, "We want to see Hermione, we haven't seen her in a long time, Professor." ”

Harry reacted quickly, stomped on Ron's foot and said, "Yes, Professor, we were going to sneak to the hospital and tell her that the mandrake was about to grow, and tell her not to worry. ”

Snape was still staring at them, and for a moment, the entire corridor was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

He walked past the three of Clarke, pushed open the door to the bathroom, and walked in under the nervous gaze of Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Harry with an inquiring gaze. [He won't find anything, will he? 】

Harry immediately read the meaning in his gaze and shook his head. [No, it won't. 】

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

"Hehe, talking to a petrified man?"

Finding nothing, he walked up to the three of Clarke, a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, breaking the silence in the hallway, "Do you think I'm as easy to deceive as Lockhart?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice happened to come from the corridor not far away.

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

The cheerful voice, very discernible—it was Gilderoy Lockhart.

As if they had seen a savior, the three of them followed the sound and saw Professor Lockhart coming down the stairs.

"Professor Lockhart, what are you doing?" Snape's face was ugly, as if he had encountered something unpleasant.

"Nothing, nothing, Severus!" Lockhart shook his head again and again, "It's just that a ghost came to inform me just now, saying that Professor McGonagall told us to hurry to the faculty lounge, and I happened to meet you, so I'll talk to you." ”

Snape looked at him suspiciously, and was about to speak, when Professor McGonagall's magically amplified voice suddenly echoed in the hallway.

"All students immediately return to their respective dormitories, all teachers return to the faculty lounge, please act immediately."

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

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

"You three, keep up!"

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

They made their way to the hallway where the staff break room was, where the other professors had already arrived, and Snape told Clark to stay outside, and then walked in with Lockhart.

Harry suddenly noticed that the door to the staff lounge was not closed, and after glancing at Clark, the three of them sneaked up to the door and began to sound in the corner.

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

Professor Lockhart, who had just walked in, still grinned, and said, "I'm sorry - I took a nap - and I just ran into 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 hateful gazes.

Professor McGonagall gave him a disapprenant look, then stepped forward.

"Something happened again," she said to the silent teachers in the room, "a student was taken captive by a monster and taken directly into the secret room. ”

Professor Flitwick let out a scream, and Professor Sprout jerked his hands over his mouth.

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

"The heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was very pale, "and he left another line, just below the last one, that said: His bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever." ”

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but cry.

"Who is it?" Ms. Huo Qi slumped on a chair with weak knees, "Which student is it?" ”

"Neville Longbottom." Professor McGonagall said.

"Not only that, but Poppy, who had just been in the school hospital, sent a ghost to tell me that Hermione, who had been petrified, was also missing, and it was very likely that she was taken away by the monster.

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

Harry felt Clarke's body tremble beside him, pent-up anger.

"We must send all the students home tomorrow," Professor McGonagall said, "and that's the end of Hogwarts." That's what Headmaster Dumbledore told me before leaving, if there were any more attacks, it would be ...... The safety of students is the priority. ”

All the teachers had a mixture of loss and sadness on their faces, but there was only one person, Lockhart, with a relieved expression on his face.

Snape happened to see the look on his face and took a step forward.

"Don't we just happen to have someone here to solve the problem?" He said, "This is you, Lockhart, a pure-blood heir has been captured by a monster, another little girl has been brought into the secret room, and the time has finally come for you to show off your glory." ”

Lockhart's face turned pale.

"Yes, Gildero," interjected Professor Sprout, "didn't you say last night that you knew exactly where the entrance to the chamber was?" ”

"I-this, this, I-" Lockhart stammered.

"Didn't you tell me you knew with certainty what the monster was inside?" Professor Flitwick also chimed in.

"I- Did I say that? I don't remember ......"

"Of course I remember what you said, and you said that you were sorry that you didn't get to fight the monster before Hagrid was captured." "Didn't you say that the whole thing was a mess and that you should have been left to deal with it from the start?" ”

The professors said a word, leaving Lockhart speechless, and he stared at his colleagues with blank faces.

"I ...... I really never ...... You're probably mistaken......"

"So be it, Gildero, and leave this matter to you," Professor McGonagall finally said, looking at him.

"Tonight is your chance to show off your skills, let's see what you are capable of, 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 had done this semester had made the professors feel very bad about him, and no one came out to help him.

He looked ten years older in an instant, and he was no longer as handsome and chic as he once was.

"Well—well," Lockhart's lips quivered, and the smile on his face was gone, "I'll — get ready—get ready." ”

"Alright," Professor McGonagall relieved a little of the pressure after oppressing Lockhart.

"The monster matter is left to Professor Lockhart, and now, the heads of the houses are going to inform the students of what has happened, and tell them that the Hogwarts Express will take them home early tomorrow morning, and the other teachers should make sure that no student is left outside the dormitory, so let's take action."

Snape was the first to stand up, he walked to the door and looked at the three Clarkes waiting outside, "You guys come with me!" ”

Harry and Ron were a little reluctant, and at that moment, Lockhart's voice rang out like a heavenly sound, "I'm sorry to excuse me, Severus, I'd better send them back to the dormitory, after all, the Slytherin common room is in the basement, and I don't have to stop by." ”

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

"Alright, let's keep up." Lockhart greeted them and walked upstairs with a heavy heart.

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