"Professor, can you fly?!"

Amosta led Hermione through the seemingly endless tube for about two minutes before finally standing in a dark stone tunnel, Hermione had just returned from her phantom state, and the feeling of vertigo and vomiting was still tormenting her nerves, but she couldn't help but exclaim.

In the little witch's cognition, even wizards with many magical skills have to rely on alchemy props such as broomsticks or flying carpets if they want to fly, and it is unheard of to be able to fly with magic!

"Hehe, obvious--"

Amosta glanced at the shattered rat skull beneath his feet, exhaled, and said in a relaxed tone.

With the fluorescence from the tip of Professor Blaine's staff, Hermione, who had not yet recovered from the shocking jaw drop that the wizard was able to fly directly, found that the floor of the stone tunnel in front of her, which was as quiet as a grave, was actually full of bones of small animals, and she tried desperately to restrain herself from screaming, but her body trembled with fear, and she could only barely stand by tugging on Professor Blaine's robe.

For Amosta, among the magical ruins he had explored, the white bones in front of him could only be regarded as ordinary, and even if these bones belonged to humans, they were far from terrifying.

"Let's go, Miss Granger, we don't have much time to waste—"

Amosta's tone was unfazed, and he let the little witch tug at his wizarding robes as he walked steadily down the tunnel.

The air was filled with the thick stench of rotting flesh and silt, the tunnel had been too sealed over time, and Hermione shuddered several times at the mud-mixed sewage dripping from the ceiling as she walked through the straight road.

By the end of the day, she had entrusted almost the weight of her entire body to Professor Blaine, not daring to think about the situation in which Ginny and Harry and Ron were in now.

"Professor Blaine, that's..."

As soon as she passed through a dark bend in the tunnel, Hermione screamed out loud when a huge silhouette suddenly appeared, but before she could fully express her panic, Amosta, who was half in front of her, reacted more quickly, and his arm that raised his wand almost left an afterimage in the air, and the fluorescent tip of the wand suddenly erupted into a violent fire!

Thundered!

Like an aerial bomb being detonated, the spacious tunnel was suddenly filled with a thick, swirling golden fire tornado, which swept through the space in front of it with the momentum of a plough and a hole, and where the flames passed, the puddles of water that had accumulated on the ground, the bones that had slumbered in the puddles, and the silt and moss attached to the walls of the tunnels had evaporated!

In the darkness, Hermione, fluffy and fluffy, seemed to feel like she was standing in front of an erupting crater, stunned as a golden sun rose from the tumbling lava!

Grunt!

The surging heat forced Hermione to swallow her saliva to resist the rapidly rising heat, and she stared blankly at the gray-haired Professor Bryan's red face, and suddenly she couldn't figure out which of the two basilisk or Professor Bryan was more dangerous...

It wasn't until half a minute later, without saying a word, that Amosta lowered his wand and dispersed the fire, leading Hermione through the smoky, scorching tunnels to the massive silhouette.

The snakeskin, which was about thirty feet long, was already charred black, and the relics with golden fire clusters attached to it everywhere were reduced to splinters like a decaying wooden building.

"Whew... Professor," Hermione gasped, giving her judgment, "is this the snakeskin shed by that basilisk?" ”

"Uh--"

Amosta nodded, and after roughly judging the sheer size of the basilisk, he walked straight ahead without any extra words.

Hermione stayed where she was for a few seconds before she finally came to her senses, trotting after Professor Bryan, grabbing his fluttering wizarding robes again, and walking forward.

The two of them walked through the tunnel bend after turn, each nerve twitching, and Hermione finally understood why the labyrinth Professor Bryan had made in the classroom during his Defence Against the Dark Arts practice class looked the way it did.

"Keep your eyes on the ground, don't just look up--"

After another ten minutes or so, Amosta, who had already faintly sensed the magic movement and heard a slight rumbling sound, suddenly stopped in front of a corner.

He turned back to Hermione, who couldn't keep her composure, and then, in the little witch's nervous reply, raised her wand to protect her, the swirl in her purple eyes slowly spinning like a millstone.

A minute later, a sturdy wall appeared in front of Amosta and Hermione, who had passed the last corner, and stone serpent statues with two turquoise eyes were attached to the cracked walls to the left and right.

At this moment, there was a violent tremor of the earth, and in the cold air, the sound of pleasant cries and the collision of mountains and rocks could be faintly heard, and it seemed that there was a fierce struggle going on in the faint room not far away.

"Take out your wand, Miss Granger, we're almost there."

After being reminded by Professor Blaine, Hermione, who was bare-handed along the way, suddenly remembered that as a wizard, she didn't even take out her wand in such a dangerous situation.

"I'm sorry, Professor Blaine, I didn't pay attention--"

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and after a whispered apology, she hurriedly pulled her wand out of the pocket of her wizard's robe.

It's been three months since he re-entered Hogwarts after Christmas, and although there have been some twists and turns, Amosta is finally standing in the legendary Slytherin Chamber of Secrets for thousands of years!

It was a long, dimly lit room, and on the left and right sides of the room, stood side by side many stone pillars carved with entangled serpents, towering to support the ceiling that dissolved into the darkness of the heights, casting a long and eerie black shadow on the whole room filled with green and mystery.

At the innermost end of the room, there stood a statue as tall as the room itself, the old Salazar Slytherin, who had been experimenting with dangerous magic on himself for many years, and in his old age he looked more like an emaciated monkey with an aging dragon clock.

Ginny lay silently at the foot of the sculpture, Ron lay a few steps away from Ginny, a stone pressed against his back, his arm was bitten, the tattered wizard's robe he was wearing was stained with blood, and Amosta, who led Hermione inside, noticed that Ron's wand seemed to break in two again.

As the two of them walked into the chamber, Harry was struggling to dodge the rocks swept down by the tail of a basilisk made of steel, a elven-style sword in his hand and a pudding-filled Sorting Hat in his pocket.

"Still keep a hand, Dumbledore--"

Amosta recognized at a glance that the big bird with its colorful and terrifying head flying in mid-air and pecking at the basilisk was the phoenix named Fawkes in Dumbledore's office, and he glanced at the shadow behind a stone pillar and looked with interest at the lantern-sized basilisk whose eyes had been pecked blind.

"Ron and Ginny..., Professor, help Harry!"

The basilisk with an incomparably large body and a bright metallic sheen all over the body was lying in front of him and the Weasley siblings, which made Hermione unable to rush over to check on Ron and Ginny's condition, and at the same time, Harry's situation also made Hermione's heart tight, and she cried and begged Professor Brian to hurry up.

Hermione's cry finally caused a dazed Harry to spot the new visitor to the chamber, and he used a neat tumbling forward flip to dodge the basilisk's heavy tail split, and shouted anxiously,

"Professor Blaine, I'm going to hold this basilisk in tow, and you get Ron and Ginny to the hospital... Ron gets bitten by the basilisk's fangs! ”

"This kid..."

Amosta had a black line on his head, showing a crying and laughing expression,

"Didn't your brain get smashed by a stone?"