At night, Harry silently watched a ring on his finger.

A few days ago, he was already preparing to kill the basilisk, but he didn't expect that the ring he found could actually control the basilisk's soul.

You can also use this ring to communicate with the basilisk spiritually and share the vision of the basilisk.

Plans can't keep up with the changes.

In that case, he didn't need to kill the basilisk.

This was originally something that Slytherin left to his successor, but alas, Voldemort didn't find out, and he only communicated with the basilisk at a superficial level through snake language.

And only with this ring can you really control the basilisk.

He doesn't need verbal communication to be able to communicate commands clearly to the basilisk from great distances.

That's why Harry thought of acting with Voldemort.

For example, today, Voldemort communicates with the basilisk, let it appear to kill Lady Loris first, and then hurt the wizard, spread panic, let the panic permeate the entire campus, as long as the Ministry of Magic finds out that the situation is serious, it will definitely think that Dumbledore is incompetent and temporarily dismiss him, at that time, he does not need to be so careful.

Knowing Voldemort's orders, Harry quietly took control of the basilisk so that it could simply petrify Lady Loris.

Voldemort did not have the slightest doubt about what was behind this, because in his opinion, the basilisk had limited intelligence and could not fully understand his intentions. As long as it can achieve what he wants.

Harry's plan was going well, but there was one question that kept bothering him.

The women's bathroom on the second floor is the entrance to the secret room, why is the entrance set there, and Myrtle was killed by the basilisk that suddenly appeared there.

Hogwarts has never been renovated since it was built more than a thousand years ago, and has remained as it is, with the residence halls always being dormitory buildings, the sports fields always being sports fields, and the girls' bathrooms always being toilets.

In other words, when Slytherin built the secret room, he already knew that it was a girls' bathroom.

Plus he can share the vision of the basilisk.

Tsk, this gave Harry a bold idea, and he had to wonder what Slytherin really meant.

It can't be for a peek at Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs......

At night, Harry had a nightmare.

Many images flashed: Filch's malicious eyes, his mouth open as if he were cursing something, the eyes of his cat before he died, and finally the look in Voldemort's memory of being feared and disgusted by the other children for his magical talent during his time in the orphanage......

It's a uncomfortable dream.

But Harry never had nightmares.

Nightmares, in Muggles' opinion, are just because of stress, and there are some minor mental problems.

Wizards don't think so.

That's why Harry was in the early morning hours, carefully observing a piece of freshly burned tortoise shell, with several bursting cracks on the tortoise shell, intertwined with each other.

Harry looked at the divination prophecy displayed by the tortoiseshell as he flipped through the soothsayer's book to find the corresponding content.

"There you go. ”

Harry dotted somewhere in the book.

"It's someone cursing me. Harry got this answer from the book.

Who would curse me with magic? And just curse me for a nightmare.

Unable to ask for divination, Harry lit a fire again and threw in a piece of animal bones.

"Squeak. ”

The bones crackled slightly from the burning.

The fire gradually extinguished, leaving inexplicable marks on the bones.

Harry began to flip through the books.

He hadn't thought of coming up with any useful information, because wizards' magic would interfere with each other. Even if Voldemort was doing divination, it would be difficult for him to scry out the details of a first-year student, but it was easy to tell Muggles. So he didn't report any illusions.

But according to the results of the divination, there are obvious indications.

"The person who cursed had very low magical ability, so he was divined, an old man who had just lost his only loved one not long ago, but it showed that his relatives had not left him. Harry's eyes flashed with a twinkle of danger.

Hehe......

Just because of boredom, he spills his resentment on himself, and he is incompetent and angry.

Is it because you look like a bully?

Harry only cared about one thing, someone had bad intentions towards him, although it didn't cause him any damage, but it was just that the magic level of the person who cast the spell was too low, and he bet that Filch would definitely curse him to death with hatred.

So what should he do?

If nothing happens? or ......

......

The next day, Halloween.

Yesterday's events began to ferment, and some people who didn't see it with their own eyes also learned about it through the information from other people's mouths.

It's just that every person who disseminates information will say his guess as if it really happened in order to attract the attention of others and highlight the particularity of his own scoop.

And those who hear it will play it up and spread it out.

The person who first spread it heard that what others were discussing turned out to be the same as his own, and he was shocked that what he said casually turned out to be true.

In this way, the truth is even more ethereal and invisible.

It's a spice for the peaceful life of Hogwarts, and if you don't get involved, it's like you're in the country.

Although it has been confirmed that the blood stains on the wall are written in chicken blood, not human blood that makes people panic, and every time they go to class, various magic teachers will say that the secret room is pure fiction, so don't talk about it anymore.

It seems that this is slowly cooling down.

However, there are still some students with a spirit of study who hope to find the secret hidden in the secret room.

Hermione was one of them.

She vaguely remembered that she had seen the words "Secret Room" in a certain biography, but when she went to the library to borrow a book, she couldn't find the book anymore.

Hermione decided that the school was deliberately hiding it.

But where else can I find information?

At this time, her eyes lit up as she looked at the upcoming history of magic class.

History of magic is the most boring course on their schedule. Of all their teachers, only Professor Binns, who taught the subject, was a ghost. He was very old, his flesh was wrinkled so badly, and many people said that he didn't notice that he was dead. On his last day, he got up to go to class and accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the fireplace in the faculty lounge. Since then, all his daily activities have remained the same, without the slightest change.

But he was old enough and knowledgeable. Although his level of lectures is really average, there are really few people in the entire wizarding world who dare to say that they know more about the events and even legends in history than him.

Today, classes are still as boring as usual. Professor Binns opened his notes and read them in a dry, low, monotone voice like an old vacuum cleaner, and at last the class was groggy, occasionally coming back to their senses, copying out a name or date, and then falling back into a half-sleep.

After half an hour of class, Hermione finally couldn't take it anymore.

She raised her hand excitedly.

The professor was a little confused, and he said, "You, what's the problem?"

Hermione went straight in and said clearly, "Professor, I want to know something about the Chamber of Secrets, can you tell me about it?"

Thereupon...... Dean had been staring out the window with his mouth open all the time, when he suddenly woke up from his trance, Lavender Brown's head lifted from his arm, and Neville's elbow dropped off the table.

Everyone came to their senses and looked at the professor expectantly.

The professor was a little angry, as if he wanted to reprimand Hermione, only to find that everyone was looking at him with bright eyes.

He had never found that what he was about to say would attract the interest of his classmates so much.

"Okay......" he gasped and said slowly, "Let me think about it...... About the ...... of the Chamber of Secrets"

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