Ignoring the students' comments, Weston went straight to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. It's been abandoned for a long time, and only the bathroom is still in use, and of course, it's not a student or a professor who uses it, but a ghost, the famous female ghost of Hogwarts, the weeping myrtle.

"You're, Weston?" An ethereal voice came, and Myrtle's translucent blue figure appeared in Weston's sight.

"Hello, you're Myrtle?" Weston looked curiously at the ghost in front of him, it is said that this is the only known ghost that can shed tears, and strictly speaking, it is considered a rare species, which makes Weston's research soul burn a little.

"I've heard of you, genius boy!" Myrtle helped her glasses and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"yes, that's a great honor!" Weston smiled in response.

"Do you really think so?" Myrtle slammed up in front of Weston, a blush on her face, and looked at him shyly, "You're the first to say that." ”

"Of course, I think Miss Myrtle is beautiful!" Weston said with a smile.

"Are you telling the truth?" Myrtle smiled happily, "I mean, would you mind having a ghost girlfriend if you wanted to?" ”

Well? Weston was stunned, what is this unfolding?

"Sure enough, you lied to me!" Myrtle looked at Weston, her eyes quickly covered with a layer of mist, which condensed into tears like pearls.

"I already have a fiancée, I'm sorry." Weston smiled wryly.

"Hmph, sure enough, handsome boys are liars! Tom is like that, and so are you! Die! Myrtle said hatefully, and slammed into the bathroom, only to hear a "coo-dong", followed by the sound of splashing water.

Yes, it seems that I still need to rely on myself, and I wanted someone to show me the way. Weston shook his head helplessly and walked over to the sink in the middle of the bathroom. He vaguely remembered that the place where the basilisk was located was opened, and this was the place.

Originally, he was going to ask Myrtle, but now......

Weston glanced at where Myrtle had disappeared and shook his head with a wry smile.

There is no running water, and there is a relief of a small snake...... Weston looked closely, and eventually, on the outermost side of the sink, he found such a faucet.

Seriously, if he didn't know which one was, Weston could have ignored it.

This faucet is simply too ordinary! The others were yellow, orange and orange copper faucets, but this one looked like a gray iron one, which looked so inconspicuous.

"Open!" Weston commanded the faucet, but the sound was a "hiss", which was a little creepy, which was exactly the snake language that Weston had learned.

The faucet shook violently and suddenly disappeared, leaving a thumb-sized hole. The hole is constantly rotating and enlarged, and everything around it is distorted, making it look like a special oil painting.

Gradually, the "oil painting" fell to the ground, and finally became a huge hole, which seemed to be at least ten meters in diameter. It seems that "at least fifty feet" in the original book is really possible.

While guessing, Weston randomly added a levitation charm to himself, and jumped down.

This is supposed to be the Hogwarts sewers, right? Weston felt the pungent smell getting more and more pungent, and secretly guessed in his heart, he didn't know how Harry Potter and Ron endured it, and now he felt spicy.

The smell became heavier and heavier the down, and Weston, who couldn't bear it, directly transformed his true body as a fallen angel, spread his black wings, and stayed in mid-air, and then quickly added a bubble head charm to himself, completely isolating himself from those smells.

After taking a few big breaths, Weston only felt like fresh air had never felt so wonderful as it was now. It's also stupid for yourself, you don't need to have wings! Weston laughed self-deprecatingly, spread his wings, and flew swiftly downward.

At the bottom, Weston attached his magic to his eyes, and his entire vision was measured as if it were day, even though there was no light.

Looking at the unidentified liquid on the ground with a glowing green glow in the black, Weston decisively gave up the idea of falling to the ground.

Let's just fly like this, it doesn't matter if it's clean or not, the main thing is to fly, fast enough. Weston said to himself.

As soon as he flew for a while, Weston saw the giant snake molt. No wonder Harry and Ron almost recognized it as a basilisk at that time, there was no light underground, and from a distance, the huge snake was still placed in a meandering place, which was indeed too similar to the basilisk.

The most important thing is that Weston felt a faint breath of magic from this snake moult, and I don't know if the snake molt itself is there, or who cultivated it for the day after tomorrow.

Either way, though, it's not good news for Weston. If you have magic fluctuations on your skin, you either have some special talent magic, or you have a huge magic resistance, or both.

But that's what makes it fun! Weston raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, first waved his hand, and threw a powerful cleansing spell at the snake, then waved his hand, and several shrinking charms hit the snake molt, and finally beckoned, opening the Traceless Stretch Bag and letting the snake molt inside.

In this case, even if you don't find the basilisk, just such a snake moult will be enough to pay off! Weston was in a good mood.

Next, a few snake sheds appeared on the road one after another, but the magic fluctuations became weaker and weaker, and some of them were broken, and if you look at the traces, it should be the basilisk itself unconsciously broken.

Weston didn't care if it was broken or broken, and all he encountered was cleaned up, shrunk, put away, a set of three.

After the last snake with basically no magic fluctuations was put away, a very quaint-looking stone door appeared.

The stone gate looks a little noble, surrounded by silver patterns. Ordinary silver won't be so shiny after so long, it's either fake silver or Mithril, and there won't be a third possibility.

Looking at the pair of snake carvings entangled together on the stone door, the precious opal in the snake's eye, Weston silently removed the possibility of fake silver.

That is, these patterns are made of Mithril?

Rao is Weston is now one of the richest people in the wizarding world, and he can't help but gasp, this thing is notoriously expensive in the wizarding world, and a piece of Mithril the size of Yinxike is worth at least a thousand gold Galleons, and it is still priceless.

Now there are a few silver xikes on this stone gate? There are dozens of them, right? In other words, just for decoration, this stone gate is worth at least tens of thousands of gold gallons?

When you come out in a while, you must not forget to tear down this door! Weston secretly made up his mind, looking forward to what he would see next......

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