Then the weeping Myrtle floated in, and when she saw so many people suddenly coming to her bathroom, Myrtle seemed happy and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"We want to ask how you died?" Maple asked.

Hermione and Harry had expected such a question to upset the crying Myrtle, but they didn't expect Myrtle to look excited, looking at the excited look in her eyes, as if the dead protagonist was her enemy.

"Ouch, that's terrible!" She said with relish, as if she were savoring some kind of feast, "This is where it happens." I died in this toilet. I remember it very clearly. At the time, Olive Humbe 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 coming in. What they say is funny. I guess it must be another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking about life. So I opened the door, yelled at him to go out of the way, went to his boys' bathroom, and—"

Myrtle thought she was remarkably puffed out her chest, her face radiant, and her expression looked as if she had done something great, "I'm dead!" ”

"How did you die?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Myrtle said mysteriously in a low voice, "I just remember seeing a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes." It was as if my whole body was being caught, and then I floated away. ”

"Then I came back, you know, and I was hell-bent on settling accounts with Olive Horn... Myrtle seemed to be in a bit of a trance, but Maple and the others weren't interested in what she had to say.

"Where did you see those eyes?" Maple asked again.

"It's almost there!" Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her and gave her an approximate range, where she died too quickly to notice.

Maple and the others searched the area where Myrtle had pointed her finger, and soon they found a faucet there with a small snake carved into the side of the brass faucet.

"This is it!" Maple pointed to the little snake on the faucet and said to the others.

"Harry, come here, I'm afraid this will have to be opened with your Parseltongue." Maple turned his gaze to Harry and said.

"Open!" Harry said in a parseltongue to the little snake on the faucet.

"No, you're talking about people." Maple shook his head.

"No, I can only speak Parseltongue when I'm faced with a real snake!" Harry said, remembering his previous experience.

"That's easy!" Maple waved her wand and conjured a snake to writhe in front of Harry.

"Hiss (open)!" Harry managed to make a strange hissing sound from his mouth this time, and suddenly, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then the pool moved. They watched as the pool slowly faded from view, revealing a very thick pipe that could fit a person in.

Maple pulled out their wands, and Maple jumped into the pipe without waiting for the others to react. Hermione followed, and Harry and Celia quickly jumped off.

Underneath is a dark, slimy chute with long pipes and large forks in all directions. There seemed to be more than one entrance to the chamber, but it was not known where those pipes led.

Compared to the forks in the road, the one they jumped off was the thickest.

"Fluorescent flicker!" Maple lit his wand, and there was a bright light in the pipe.

The path of the pipeline twists and turns, and there is a combination of the road to Gringotts' underground vault. It's just that they had a cart to sit on, but now there is nothing, and the slope of the pipe is so steep that Harry almost squats on the pipe and slides all the way.

Seeing Hermione flying in front of him in mid-air, Harry couldn't help but be envious, but unfortunately he didn't have a caring boyfriend like Maple. Maple used her wand to control Hermione's figure to float in mid-air, and at the same time controlled the skateboard under her feet to slide down rapidly.

I don't know how long it took to slide, but it felt like a long distance before they finally stopped.

I don't know how many meters deep into the ground, and I spent so much effort to dig such a deep hole in the ground, and the old Slytherin guy was proud to tame the basilisk while unconsciously leaning towards the snake.

After coming out of the mouth of the pipe, there is a dark stone tunnel, which is dug wide enough to stand comfortably in it.

The surrounding walls are somewhat wet and slimy, as if built on the bottom of the lake.

The tunnel was darker than the pipeline, and the fluorescent flickering didn't seem to illuminate much. Maple waved his wand again, and he summoned the sticks one by one, and then set them on fire with a fire charm.

Torches lined up in front of them in order under Maple's control, slanted diagonally across the walls. A torch every five meters immediately illuminates the entire passage.

After taking in the entire tunnel, Maple and the others noticed that the ground was littered with the bones of some small animals. It may seem like a lot of bones, but they are nothing compared to the basilisk Basilisk.

After walking for a long time, they saw a huge snake skin, very bright, and at first glance it was the skin of a poisonous snake, coiled and lying on the ground of the tunnel, and it was empty. Apparently, the animal that had just shed this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long.

"Oh my God!" Harry immediately took a cold breath, and then immediately realized that he was the only one of them who seemed to be afraid, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed.

Harry wasn't entirely to blame, as he wasn't the only one who hadn't come into contact with the basilisk. Both Maple and Hermione have fought the basilisk once, Celia has also controlled the basilisk, and of course she herself is controlled by Riddle.

It took Riddle a long time to control Ginny, but with Clear's help, it was much easier for Riddle to control Celia.

Harry's throat was dry, but the gap between him and the crowd motivated him to fight over his fears and walk strong past the giant snakeskin.

They don't go fast, because they have to be on constant alert against sudden attacks, and there are many curves in the tunnel.

After a bend, Maple built a team of torches to light up the tunnel.

After the last bend of the road, they came to a wall carved into the wall of two intertwined snakes, their eyes studded with large, sparkling emeralds.

"Hiss (open)!" This time, without Maple's help, Harry spoke straight out of the snake language, as the stone snake statue's eyes looked like they were alive.

The two snakes separated, and the stone wall cracked in the middle and slowly slid to both sides and disappeared.

Inside was a large, empty, dimly lit room, with many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents, towering to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the whole room filled with green and mysterious.

At the end of the room, a statue as tall as the room itself, clinging to the black wall behind it.

"Salazar Slytherin!"

They walked over to the great face they had to look up to, an old, monkey-like face, a long beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of the stone-carved wizard's robes, and two large gray feet standing on the smooth floor of the room.

"What about Ginny and Reese? Where are they? You don't keep your word! Walking up to the Slytherin statue, but not seeing Ginny Weasley and her good friend Recy Cland, who had been killed by the fish, Maple shouted loudly around her.

"Don't be so impatient, I've already sent them!" Suddenly a voice came from behind them.

"It's you!" Maple, Hermione, and Harry both had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and a man they never expected appeared in the secret room, holding two hostages, Ginny Weasley and Reese Cran, who were already unconscious. He's just—

Gilderoy Lockhart!

"I didn't expect that!" Lockhart said triumphantly, looking like a child who has won a certificate of merit and is waiting for his parents to praise him.

It's him!

Maple immediately figured out that he had stuffed Riddle's journal into Harry's bag. It turned out that it wasn't Claire herself, so it's no wonder that Maple couldn't figure out who the killer was.

"What about Riddle's diary? Give it back to me! Gilderoy Lockhart, after showing off, immediately asked for Riddle's diary.

"No," Maple said, spreading his hands, "that journal is odd, and it's been handed over to Professor Dumbledore." ”

"What, you guys, how dare you!" Gilderoy Lockhart suddenly became hysterical, and his originally handsome appearance became a little hideous.

"I see!" Seeing Lockhart's angry appearance, Maple was somewhat aware. He immediately understood that the magic cast by Gilderoy Lockhart on Valentine's Day suddenly seemed to have grown a lot, and it turned out to be Riddle's help. Yes, Riddle does have a way to help Lockhart quickly improve his strength to the point where Lockhart can only dream of it. So that he no longer needs to weave lies and become a veritable hero like in his books, so that he no longer needs to continue to dance on the tip of the knife, worrying that one day the East Window Incident will be exposed to his lies.

What Riddle could give was indeed something that Lockhart could not refuse, and Lockhart was more susceptible to Riddle's demagoguery than the students at school. It's just that Lockhart will never wait for the day when his dream will come true, because before that, his soul will be consumed by Riddle.

Tom Riddle is not a philanthropist, and like the owner of Pawnshop Eight, he never does anything at a loss. From the very beginning, he has all his sights on you, your soul!

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