But it was too late, he knew too late. Now Jin Cangshui has long since left the UK. Last month, Zhang Qingqiu sent a letter from Italy, and they fought again in Venice.

But this time, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, she was no longer able to maintain her advantage in the battle, and Jin Cangshui was able to force her back only by relying on pure magic power.

Therefore, this arrest, unsurprisingly, let Jin Cangshui escape again. And with her escaping again, things have become more and more complicated, and what was originally a simple arrest work has evolved into a cross-country joint encirclement and suppression operation.

The Ministry of Magic of China also sent the Aurors to Italy at the request of Taixue. The situation in Europe is now a mess and, even more frighteningly, they are powerless to do anything about the agitators.

They have nowhere to look, and they don't even know how to track them...... This kind of passive situation is really desperate!

Because no one knows what kind of posture that crazy woman will appear in next time. How much harm it will bring to them.

- As the image in front of me turned to a thick fog again, this limited memory was finally 'screened'.

Dumbledore reopened his eyes and sighed slightly. Then there was a long silence. After a long time, he slowly got up.

The mischievous little ones had left the castle, which gave him time to think at last. It's true that the outside world is changing these days, but for Hogwarts, it's the internal problems that are more important.

Subsequently, he made a decision. He walked to the door and slowly pushed open the glowing oak door.

Walked out of the office ,———— on the third floor, weeping myrtle's bathroom. It's a place where little wizards will never come.

Aside from Peeves, Myrtle is the only one in Hogwarts to attack young wizards when they're 'relaxing'.

So, no one will come here at all. This year, however, a new visitor is coming.

It was Dumbledore.

"Hmmm! It's time for this place to be repaired. Stepping on the water, Dumbledore muttered as he looked around at the very broken equipment around him.

It's a girls' bathroom after all. It's normal that Mr. Headmaster doesn't know. However, as a principal, you have an obligation to maintain the school's equipment.

It was the Jin Galleon who supported this obligation, and he could not find a source for a while. ... At the center of the washroom is a large, vertical-shaped basin that is identical to the surrounding equipment, with all the carved patterns on the pool, and it looks like a normal cistern.

However, after receiving Anthony's memory reminder, Dumbledore slowly turned sideways and looked down at the faucets, and sure enough, he found that the pipes and the sides of the faucets were carved with small snakes.

"Looks like this is it." Dumbledore stroked the carving on the dragon's head slightly and nodded.

Immediately after, a 'hiss~' sound came out of his mouth. Suddenly, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light, and began to spin rapidly, and then the pool also moved, slowly sinking, revealing a very thick pipe, large enough for a person to burrow into.

"Clever design, generations of maintenance." Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this complex design was definitely not from Salazar's handiwork, you know, the original Hogwarts did not have the concept of a toilet.

Wizards are skilled in using vanishing charms. It is used to remove the excrement from those castles. The sewers, water pipes, and toilets were all added in the 18th century during a Hogwarts renovation.

Therefore, Dumbledore dared to assert that the entrance to the water pipe in front of him was definitely not the entrance to the original chamber.

However, he did not hesitate, but jumped straight down, and after passing countless forks and pipes facing in all directions, and twists and turns, he finally fell to the ground after a long time.

"Bang!" It's the sound of sludge splashing. It is surrounded by a large stone tunnel that you can't see your fingers invisible.

There were, walls of damp silt, and an air that smelled of decay.

"This is, below the Black Lake?" Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly, feeling the magic in the air.

Soon locked in his current position.

"Interesting!" The old man laughed, and continued further down the tunnel. Inexplicably, there was a sense of excitement in his heart, perhaps the stable life of the principal had passed for too long, so long that he almost forgot that he once wanted to be an adventurer.

For a moment, he felt as if he was back in his teenage years.

"Snakes? Snakeskin? After about twenty minutes of walking, Dumbledore's vision suddenly opened up, and a huge snakeskin, green and fresh, was placed on the ground.

The skin that coiled around the ground was at least twenty feet long.

"The so-called means of removal is a snake?" Almost the next moment, he thought of the information about the dastardly Helbo Basilisk.

For Dumbledore, he had read at least seventy or eighty percent of the books in the Hogwarts Library over the years.

He naturally understands this huge and dangerous magical creature. Dumbledore deliberately did not break any of the snakeskins when he crossed them.

This thing would be a very precious magic material. Since this thing appeared at Hogwarts, it was naturally the property of the school.

'The principal has an obligation to protect the school's assets'. Turning a corner in the tunnel, a sturdy wall with two intertwined snakes carved into it appeared in front of him.

The intertwined snake eyes, which are large, shiny emeralds, serve as door locks that wrap around the entire wall.

The sound of 'hiss~' sounded again. The stone wall parted, and the two snakes slowly slid to the sides.

"It's unbelievable that there's such a large area under the castle." He was standing on the side of a long, dimly lit room.

Inside, there are many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents and towering ceilings that support the darkness that dissolves into the heights.

The gloomy environment casts a long and treacherous black shadow on the whole room filled with green and mysterious.

In the distance, a statue as tall as the room itself looms, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was an old, monkey-like face, a long, sparse beard that dragged almost all the way to the hem of a stone-carved wizard's robe, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room.

Between those two feet, face down, lay a small figure in a black robe, with hair as red as flames.