Abandoned washrooms,

Rove stood in front of the broken mirror with his small black suitcase, happily straightening his hair.

Myrtle floated in mid-air, looking obsessively at the handsome face that even Ms. Gray remembered, and she asked softly, "Are you sure you want to go in?" ”

"Sure, but you don't have to be so happy, right? You're grinning to the back of your head. Rove looked at the smiling myrtle in the mirror.

"No, Rove...... I just think about happy things. ”

"What's the matter?"

"If you die, I'd like you to share this toilet with me." Myrtle was so shy that her face turned silvery white.

“……”

"Although I don't want to grab a man with Ms. Gray, but you're like you, I'm willing to give it a try...... My flush toilet worked fine and also had a jacuzzi. ”

"I'll seriously consider your suggestion." Rove stared at the side of the brass dragon's head, hissing at the little snake, and he shouted in a parseltongue, "Open." ”

The brass faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly, and the pool slowly dragged as if a mechanism had been opened, revealing a very thick water pipe.

Rove slipped into the water pipe and slid down it, his wand raised, the tip of which shone brightly, illuminating the surroundings.

This pipe has numerous openings that connect to other pipes in all directions.

Obviously, any pipe that drains along Hogwarts will eventually lead to the Chamber of Secrets, but the whole system is too complicated, like a labyrinth, and it is easy to get lost completely before you can find it.

Rove slid along the thick pipe, twisting and turning, and the mountain road slid eighteen turns, but the whole thing still slid deeper into the depths.

Rove couldn't help but think that in the future, the secret room could be developed into a roller coaster project for students to pay for.

The water pipe finally changed from warp to level, and the boy came out of the mouth of the pipe, and the vines grabbed him, making him slow down so that he didn't fly out directly.

Rove stood up, his feet on a solid ground that was dark all around, and his wand could only illuminate one area.

The boy took out a magic barometer from his little black skin, which could determine the altitude according to the air pressure in his position.

According to the magic barometer, a thousand meters underground, this is already below the Black Lagoon and the Slytherin Lounge.

Rove stepped forward, his eyes suddenly flashing like flashing lights, allowing him to see the whole tunnel.

He walked towards the side of the tunnel, where there was a small statue of a young wizard with a smug grin on his lips.

Also engraved on the back of the statue is the name:

Corvinus Gaunt!

Rove silently wrote down the name, and he continued to walk forward with the black leather suitcase.

There were bones of small animals everywhere on the ground, and the silhouette of a behemoth coiled on one side lay motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

The light shone on a huge snakeskin, green and bright, coiled around the tunnel floor.

Rove was going to take the snake skin with him, and this thing was also a treasure, so it was a terrible thing to throw it here like this.

Of course, the most precious thing is the guy in the depths.

……

……

"You ...... It's okay......"

Harry listened to the familiar stammering sound, and it felt like it had never sounded so good as it did today.

Harry struggled to his feet, ripped the black vines apart, patted the dust off his body, he almost cried, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!"

Quirrell's wand shot a ball of flame, saving the bound Ron, explaining:

"It's the devil's web...... They are afraid...... Flame ......"

Ron stood up and said with a sigh of relief, "Why put such a dangerous thing here, we were almost strangled to death!" ”

"Then why are you here...... Professor Quirrell asked, "this is a forbidden area, not a place for you to be." ”

"Professor, I know someone is stealing ......" Harry lowered his voice, "Philosopher's Stone, right?" ”

"You...... How do you know......" Quirrell seemed surprised.

"We guessed it a long time ago." Ron smirked, "Professor Snape stole it, right?" ”

Quirrell stared at Ron for a moment, then sighed deeply, seeming uncomfortable.

"Yes...... He! I didn't expect Severus...... will degenerate to this point. ”

"Professor Quirrell, is Snape really serving that man?" Harry said cautiously, "Lying on the ground...... Demon. ”

Quirrell reacted violently to hearing the name, and his whole body trembled.

"Harry, stop that name!" Ron whispered in panic as well, as if fearing that Voldemort would hear.

"Okay, but ...... The mysterious man is not here, what are you afraid of. Harry sighed.

"I'm leaving." Quirrell interrupted Harry, as if afraid to hear dangerous words like "murderer" and "beast" from his mouth.

He was in Albania last year, and he was miserable by that kid of Scamander.

"Professor Quirrell, let's go with you." Harry hurriedly said, "It's too dangerous for you to face Snape alone, we can help, right, Ron?" ”

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say "Trust Professor Quirrell...... But in the end, he didn't say it, just nodded.

Quirrell looked at Harry, as if moved, and nodded, "Oh, it's you, the boy who never dies...... Potter, you're so brave.

Let's go, let's stop Snape together. ”

Both Harry and Ron were full of confidence, and Ron wondered, "Professor, why did you put on the scarf again?" ”

"I don't want people to see my baldness." Quirrell leads the way in front.

"I'm sorry Professor." Ron hurriedly apologized: "Although you are bald, there is an inner beauty in my opinion, much better than Snape, who is not bald......"

"Thank you for the compliment...... Weasley! ”

The three of them walked down the hallway, and soon entered a brightly lit room, where countless glittering keys flew in the air, like birds.

But the door had been opened, with a key stuck in it, and it was tempted to get out of the keyhole, but was forcibly trapped inside by magic.

"Looks like we don't have to bother to capture the key again." Quirrell pushed the door open, and the three entered two rooms.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, and as soon as they stepped inside, the room suddenly lit up, illuminating a shocking scene.

The whole room is a huge wizard's chessboard, and they must play and win this game as a chess player in order to get to the next room.

Ron took the burden of playing chess on his own initiative, and although he was eaten, he helped Quirrell and Harry to the end room.

"Ron!" Harry stood by the door, looked at Ron unconscious on the chessboard, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay, Potter...... He was just unconscious, not life-threatening. Quirrell urged, "We have to hurry, or the Philosopher's Stone ......"

Persuaded by Quirrell, Harry continued to make his way to a new room where a battered troll lay on the floor.

They straddled the troll's thick legs and headed for the next room, where there was only a table with seven bottles of different shapes lined up.

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, two flames rose from behind them, purple and black, sealing both doors.

Harry grabbed a roll of parchment that was placed next to the bottle and read it gently, only halfway through it he scratched his hair and said with a headache:

"It's a logical reasoning question, but I can't understand it at all, and I can't reason the answer...... Professor Quirrell, will you? ”

Quirrell just shook his head and said, "No, yes...... Snape was already inside, which meant there was a bottle of potion...... You'll be drunk a lot......"

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, and he shook it, "There's only a small half of the potion left, and Professor Snape hasn't finished it...... One bite at a time. ”

Quirrell raised his wand and conjured two small cups, divided the last bit of potion among them, and drank one first.

Harry took a deep breath and drank the potion, and he stepped into the black flames, then made his way to the other side, into the last room.

There was already a wizard standing there.

Be......

Snape!

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(12,000 words, five more completed.)

Tired, sure enough, there are only tired cows. ）