Everyone just surrounded the man, and Hermione pulled out her wand and stared at him. Although she didn't understand the conversation between the man and Anthony, it didn't prevent her from believing that the other person was a bad person.

After a long time, Professor McGonagall's dusty figure appeared on the mountainside. The professor with his hair full of exuberance, there was a trace of tiredness between his eyebrows that could not be dispersed.

After seeing her figure, all the wizards present focused their eyes on the professor. Stepping over the wind-hardened ground, Professor McGonagall walked briskly to the group.

"Is that him?" Brushing the shredded hair from her eyes, Professor McGonagall drew her wand and threw a Prison Charm away.

"Yes, Professor." The little wizards replied.

"Alright, I know, you go back to the castle and don't slip out of the castle lately. Especially you, Anthony. Professor McGonagall glared at the pensive Anthony, then waved them to leave.

Seeing this, the four little ones hurriedly opened their legs and left Hagrid's hut. The group walked along the mountain path with their books in their arms, all the way back to the common room of Gryffindor.

But when he returned to his dorm, Anthony didn't let up, he put down his textbook and walked out again, aiming for the Hufflepuff common room, where he was looking for Jarvis.

Maybe he still knows something about the news about the United States. A few hours later, when it was time for dinner, Harry met Anthony in the Great Hall, and when he saw the gloom on his face, he knew that Anthony must not have asked what he wanted to know.

Hogwarts is not a place where information flows, it is a school after all, most of them are young wizards, and except for Jarvis, the whole Hufflepuff knows almost no about the United States.

To put it mildly, there are even little wizards who don't even know where the United States is on the map. For them, New York was the capital of the United States, and Columbus was the first king of the United States.

As for Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even less is known, and the group of children may innocently raise their heads and say: Isn't Hogwarts the only school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world?

and so on. With questions in this way, the time slowly entered December. As the poacher who was caught by Hagrid said, since he was the first to visit the Forbidden Forest, in the days that followed, Hagrid would encounter new poachers every day, and even some of them came in pairs, so many that Hagrid was attacked several times when he was expelled alone.

Professor McGonagall had to write to the Ministry of Magic, hoping to send the Aurors to protect Hogwarts. Of course, none of this had anything to do with the young wizards, since handing over the chatty poacher to the Aurors, Professor McGonagall had revoked the seniors' right to travel to Hogsmeade Village, and all young wizards were forbidden to leave the castle.

Even the teams that had a new broom in mind about Quidditch were told that all the Quidditch matches in the first half of the year had been cancelled.

This is where the little wizards suffer. But for the young wizards of Gryffindor, it wasn't that the Quidditch match couldn't be played, but that their dear Sirius professor had suddenly disappeared, and Snape had returned to school the day after the class resumed.

Sirius, however, never saw anyone, and Harry even approached Professor McGonagall for this, but was told that Professor Sirius and Headmaster Dumbledore were dealing with more important matters, so they did not return to the castle.

And Anthony also discovers that not only Sirius, but also Lupin is nowhere to be found. - In the end, the substitute professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts fell to Snape, and the poor tool professor worked two jobs again.

Snape himself didn't think so, and maybe even pleased. Look, this is the end of the poor worker, and he doesn't even have the consciousness to resist.

- Hogwarts in December, nothing happens. If it weren't for Harry saying that he had come across a house-elf in an unoccupied corner of the hallway, Anthony would have almost forgotten that there was such a thing as a secret room this semester!

Speaking of secret rooms... Anthony grabbed Harry directly and frantically asked him if he had heard any strange noises at the castle this year.

But Harry's answer was confusing: What sound? Anthony what are you talking about? This would have been Anthony dumbfounded, what is the situation.

He watched as Lucius stuffed the Horcruxes into Ginny's old book, and Ginny gave them to Olos.

In other words, Voldemort was in the castle all the time. Voldemort? Voldemort!! Anthony almost cried at the thought of Voldemort, what a familiar name!

It was already the most reassuring name he'd heard in months. Tom! O Riddle!

Lord Voldemort! Where are you? This chaotic world of "Harry Potter" needs you to clarify Yuyu and sweep the Eight Desolations!

Save the kids! I still like the way you look bareheaded! If it weren't for you, would this Harry Potter still be called Harry Potter?

Unfortunately, for several months, Voldemort seemed to melt into the water, silently, and even Anthony observed her while Olos was eating.

It looks normal, and it doesn't look like it's being controlled at all. Forehead? This exacerbated Anthony's doubts even more.

When did Voldemort pull like that? It's been a few months. Can't even figure out a little girl?

Moreover, Harry said that he hadn't heard any strange noises in the castle this year, which meant that the door to the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort hadn't opened it this year, uh... Maybe it's open, but the basilisk is starving?

After all, isn't it normal to starve to death without eating or drinking for more than a thousand years? Can it still survive by drinking the northwest wind?

The truth was obscure, and Anthony had a big head to guess, so in the end he decided to take some time and take Harry directly to open a secret room and see with his own eyes what was going on inside.

And such plans came quickly, because Christmas was coming. This year is different from last year, and the chaos in London is still investigating hidden wizard fugitives, and the safety factor has dropped by several levels.

Again, wizards are not Muggles, if people can click the Infinite Stretch Charm, they can modify a random chest, then dig a pit, bury it casually, and hide in it.

Not to mention that the Muggle police couldn't find it, even the Aurors could only stare dryly. If that fugitive is ruthless and gets some dirt in the box or something, like Newt's chest, he can keep magical beasts in the box, and of course everyone else can farm in the box!

When the time comes, it will be decades, hundreds of years or something, and when people come out again, Britain will be colonized by super corporations!

It is estimated that the earth was cyberpunk at that time. In view of this, his great aunt wrote a letter informing him that he would stay at Hogwarts this Christmas and not come back, that it would be safer there.

And Ron can't go home this year, because his parents are not at home, and Anthony guesses that he should be recruited by Dumbledore, after all, they are both members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry didn't need to say much. Of the foursome, only Hermione had to go back, she was worried that her parents would be worried to death, and if she could take a leave of absence, she would have gone home a long time ago.

It's a great opportunity for Anthony, Ron, and Harry to organize a day trip to the Chamber of Secrets for Christmas, and Hermione is not there.

On that day, the bright moon and starry sky sprinkled a faint silver glow, reflecting the whole land, as if draped in a silver veil on this land.

Tens of thousands of jewels adorn the sky with their stars shining brightly. The sight is breathtaking.

Unfortunately, Anthony couldn't see them, he led Harry and Ron through the corridor quickly, the three of them were wrapped in invisibility cloaks, everyone's feet were leaking outside, they were all growing taller, which made several people have to bend over and bend their knees forward.

After walking for a long time, they finally came to Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor. They took off their cloaks and walked briskly towards the giant sink in the distance.

"Alright, this is it!" Anthony said, pointing to the sink in front of him.

"Uh-Anthony, are you sure it's just a few of us? Or leave it to the professor! Ron said weakly, his voice trembling, and his eyes couldn't help but show distrust.

After all, Anthony had pitted him miserably when he was in the Forbidden Forest, and now he was talking about finding some monster in the castle, which sounded scary.

"Why did you coax Ron so much, and here I suggest you withdraw from Gryffindor! Really. Anthony rolled his eyes at Ron, then turned to look at Harry.

"Don't be nervous, snake whispering, it's like facing the position of the faucet." Of course, Anthony had a suitable excuse to fool the two children, and Ron didn't need to say more, he pressed his head and pulled him over directly.

Harry... I heard that Sirius seemed to be dealing with the monsters in the castle. Look, with this excuse, you are not afraid that he will not come!

Ha ha! Prince Ben is so smart!

"Alright! I'll try! Harry whispered, then closed his eyes and brewed his emotions. Anthony knew that he was communicating with the part of Voldemort's soul that Harry himself didn't know how to talk about.

However, after a long time, Harry still couldn't find his form, and finally Anthony made a move, turning Ron's belt into a snake, and looking at the real snake, he slowly entered the state.

"Hiss~~" Harry's mouth let out a strange hissing sound, and the next second, the faucet on the sink began to spin as if it had been floated under a levitation charm.

The top rises slowly, and the sink sinks into the next pipe, wide enough for one person to slip into.

"Wow!" Looking at the dark hole at his feet, Ron let out an exclamation.

"Where does this lead?"

"Who knows?" With that, Anthony rushed straight into the pipe, and then a hollow echo came up from the pipe.

Harry, the tool man who opened the door, no need to explain! The inside of the pipes is filthy and pitch black, and it seems to be endless.

Anthony could even see other pipes juggling out of the side, twisting, spinning, and sliding steeply.

He knew he had slipped far deeper than the school and the dungeon. He could even hear, behind him, Ron Harry jumping in, 'thump' falling.

With a "poof", after a few minutes of gliding, Anthony finally flew out of the tail end of the pipe and landed on the floor.

"Fluorescent flash~!" Anthony quickly got up from the ground despite the stains on his body, he stretched out his wand and just wanted to recite the spell, before he could straighten his waist, a huge impact suddenly came from behind him.

In an instant, he was knocked to the wet ground.

"Hey! The ground is soft and doesn't hurt at all! Ron's voice came from the darkness. He was riding on top of Anthony, his hands still touching his head.

"Ron Weasley!" Anthony yelled, his legs tensed, and he twisted Ron to the ground.

"No! It's very comfortable! With that, he rode on Ron's top and began to wipe all the mud that had covered his body, the black sludge that smelled of foul odor, all over his face.

"Poof! Don't~" Ron shook his head, struggling with his eyes closed.

"Alright, you two, what are you doing in the dark?" In the darkness, Harry rubbed his ass and slowly stood up.

"Humph!" Anthony snorted softly before getting up, then pulled out his wand from scratch: "Fluorescent flicker!" A faint glow lit up the surroundings.

"Clean up! Clean up! Clean up! He used the cleansing spell on himself three times in a row, and although the mud on his body was gone, there was still a foul smell on his body, not only the smell of his surroundings, but also from him.

"Clean up!" As he spoke, Anthony cast the cleansing spell like Ron again, hum! He won't be infamous for bullying his classmates!

"This way." Harry also took out his wand, and the faint fluorescence illuminated him pale. At this moment he was standing in front of the only pipe.

Anthony didn't say a word, and followed Harry straight into the pipe. Ron followed. The pipeline in the middle is a wetland, which makes their footsteps extremely loud.

It was so large and pitch black that the faint fluorescence could only illuminate a small part, and the white light cast their shadows on the wall, and as the people moved, the shadows would be stretched for a long time and then disappear, looking extremely terrifying.

The silence in the pipes was like a lonely grave, and the only sound was the occasional sound of bones cracking from the soles of the people's feet, the sound of broken bones on the carcasses of rats and other animals.

"There's something up ahead." Ron said hoarsely in a trembling voice. The large, curved outline of the thing in front of it lay around the corner of the pipe.

"That's?" Anthony stared at the front and noticed that the 'creature' seemed to have a huge wound in its abdomen, from head to end.

"Ultimate Glow!" As he spoke, Anthony directly raised his wand and threw a cloud of fluorescent light into the air.

The miserable white fluorescence illuminated the python skin bright green.

"That's the snakeskin of the basilisk retreating." on an empty floor. The molted python must have been at least twenty feet long.

It has a curly posture. The whole thing looks like it's ready to hunt at any moment.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron sighed feebly.