"That's it, Professor--"

Hermione ran all the way to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

When Amosta was a student in the school, he had heard from his fellow female students that there was a crazy female ghost who regarded the bathroom as his own territory, and whenever a student entered, he liked to yell at those who entered, throwing water on them.

Over time, no one will choose to use this bathroom again, after all, no one wants to take a cool shower while they are concentrating on solving their personal problems.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, looking at the trickle of water oozing from the ground, Amosta smacked his lips and repaired the entrance to the secret room in a girls' bathroom, I have to say that Slytherin's brain circuits are still full of strange things.

Actually, Amosta misunderstood Salazar Slytherin, who had only been his private bathroom when he built the entrance to his secret room, and it was only in the long years that the castle administrator had made a renovation of the bathroom for the convenience of the students, and this room was turned into a girls' bathroom.

"You're here again... Oh, and a professor at school! ”

When Amosta followed Hermione into the bathroom, Myrtle was sitting at the door of the cubicle humming happily, and when she spotted a professor walking in, she immediately floated down the door in a panic.

Amosta had only a vague image of the ghost, and he looked curiously at the less impressive ghost, and then his eyes were drawn to the thick pipe in front of the pool.

"Myrtle, are Harry and Ron still down there?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Apparently so,"

In front of a professor, Myrtle didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and she secretly looked at the handsome-looking professor with her gaze hidden behind the thick lenses at the bottom of the wine bottle, and said with relish,

"Don't worry too much, I think your two friends will be here soon..., oh, I was just picking out the toilet for the two of them!"

"I have a question, Miss Myrtle, and I hope you can answer it--"

Amosta patted Hermione on the shoulder, signaling that she shouldn't worry too much, his gaze relocked to Myrtle, although he was still speaking politely, but there was an undeniable meaning in his straight tone,

"If I'm not mistaken, the three attacks last semester were actually carried out by Miss Ginny Weasley, who was controlled, and you must have seen her open the secret room all the time in this bathroom, right?"

"You've always known it, Myrtle!"

Even with a faint silver glow around Myrtle, Hermione could see the ill-intentioned look in her eyes, and she glared at her incredulously, screaming in anger,

"Everybody went to great lengths to find this secret room and the person who opened it, Myrtle, and for this, we even boiled up in this wet washroom for more than a month of polyjuice decoction... You've been watching everyone's jokes all the time! ”

"Oh!"

Myrtle floated in front of Amosta and snorted, smiling shyly,

"You have to understand me, I've been here all day, I've endured loneliness and Peeves' humiliation, and I've always wished I had someone to keep me company--"

Hermione was almost angry and cried, just because Myrtle was selfishly careful, Colin and Justin were forced to lie in bed for half a semester, Harry suffered so many white eyes, Ginny even lost her life because of this,

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall about this, Myrtle, and you're going to be kicked out of school for it!"

Hermione's words angered Myrtle, and the ghost's chest bulged high like a balloon, and it wanted to rush to Hermione to reason with her, but just ten feet in front of Myrtle, who was standing next to Hermione, Amosta, a whirlpool of magic the size of a bright moon, silver and black, suddenly appeared in the air, blocking Myrtle's path.

Looking at the black hole in the center of the magic vortex that exuded the breath of death, Myrtle, who had already died once, actually smelled the breath of death again, and instinctively drove it to retreat in fear, and fear blurred the outline of its silver body!

Yes! ... Poof!

After screaming in the eardrums again, Myrtle suddenly floated to the ceiling, and then a thump plunged into the toilet bowl and disappeared.

"Professor Blaine, you shouldn't let it go!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed with anger at the kind-hearted nature, and she didn't know what Professor Bryan's magic meant to a ghost.

"There's no point in fighting a ghost at this time, Miss Granger."

Amosta turned to the center of the bathroom, and stood in front of the dark pipe, which spewed from the inside out, his eyes were full of admiration, and from the perspective of magic, he saw that the magic nodes that held the existence of this pipe together were entangled with the vast source of magic power in the entire castle.

When magic reaches a certain level, there will be rules, and if you want to unlock such magic, you must follow the 'rules of the game' set by the caster, of course, it will work in any situation, but how many people have the power to shake 'nature' throughout the ages?

Now, for example, if Harry's Parseltongue hadn't unlocked the entrance to the chamber, Amosta would have had to uproot the entire Hogwarts castle if he wanted to open the passage directly!

"Do we need to go down, Professor Blaine... That basilisk, there may be danger down there! ”

Hermione said something very stupid, but she wasn't to blame, for it was hard for a Muggle-born second-year witch to keep calm in the face of the secret room set up by Salazar Slytherin, the legendary founder of Slytherin House to clear the school's 'impure' bloodline.

"Don't worry, Miss Granger, I'm here."

Amosta retracted his inquiring gaze, and it had to be said that it was very interesting to explore the remnants left by wizards from the Middle Ages, and the Slytherin just set up a spell at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets to make Amosta understand the 'rules' type of magic in connection with the environment a little deeper!

The inner wall of the tube was clinging to a slippery, slimy liquid, and it might not be a very good choice to just slide it straight down, Amosta thought for a moment, and turned his head to look at the little witch beside him who was looking at the swarthy hole foaming at the mouth,

"I beg your pardon for being rude, Miss Granger."

"What are you talking about, Professor?"

Hermione was stunned, and before she could react, she noticed that Professor Bryan suddenly stretched out his fair-skinned right hand with slender fingers and gently wrapped it around her shoulder.

Hermione bit her lower lip and blushed, but Professor Bryan didn't give her any more time to ask, only to see his empty left hand suddenly pull up his naturally drooping robe and suddenly roll it forward!

Suddenly, as if wrapped in a cold film of water, Hermione suddenly felt that her eyes were dark, and then she was shocked to find that she had lost her original body and humanoid state, and instead transformed into a light black shadow floating in mid-air, almost like a 'soul texture'!

"What kind of magic is this, Professor Blaine?!"

She didn't know why she could still speak in her current state, but Hermione made an ethereal echo sound.

"I'll answer your questions next time, Miss Granger, we're going to hurry."

The shadow of Amosta sent the voice directly into Hermione's head, and then he led Hermione into the pipe.

On the way down, Amosta, who was hurrying forward, saw that there were many other pipes that were branching out in all directions, but none of them were as thick as this one.

The pipe twisted and turned, the slope was very steep all the way down, and the humidity in the air rose rapidly, the temperature dropped rapidly, and Amosta, who was in a special posture, could 'see' that he was flying with Hermione to the bottom of the Black Lagoon!