As he got closer, Harry's cheeks flushed, ashamed of his overstrain, for what he had seen before was not a living person, but a lifelike statue.

This is the statue of Salazar Slytherin, but unlike the large, old, life-saving candle in the outer chamber, the sculpture in front of him is what Salazar Slytherin looked like when he was younger.

He sat on the stone seat beneath him, his back resting on the back of the chair, his elbows resting on the armrests and his chin slightly raised, his eyes scrutinizing and his sharp brows revealing a hint of displeasure.

The statue's eyes are replaced with black gemstones, and the flaming eyes make the statue look like a living person, and no matter which angle you look at, it looks like Salazar Slytherin himself is staring at you.

Even Harry had to admit that the intricately carved statue in front of him, even visible to the hair, proved that Slytherin himself was indeed very good-looking, and even that Slytherin with his extraordinary temperament could be called peerless against the backdrop of the well-styled wizarding robes he was wearing!

Either way, Slytherin had disappeared into the tide of time, and the sculpture in front of me, no matter how realistic, was just a stone.

After paying their respects to the founders of Hogwarts, Amosta and Dumbledore quickly walked around the statue and stepped behind it to a stone door that was far more magnificent than the castle gates.

"It seems that this is the final secret that Slytherin has left in the school--"

Amosta looked up at the vicissitudes of life on the choled, cratered surface, and tried to see where the top of the door was, but when his neck was sore, he couldn't fulfill his attempt.

Dumbledore, who had seen strong winds and waves, was more interested in what was hidden behind the door, and he walked quickly to the stone door, his slender and old hand against the stone wall, as if he wanted to sense something through a special magical perspective, but this stone door left by Slytherin himself cut off everything, even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore could not sense what was behind the door before the stone door opened.

"Do you think Tom Riddle was here back then?"

Amosta took a few steps back, and since Dumbledore couldn't find out, he didn't need to make a useless attempt.

"Yes, I think so, Amosta--"

Dumbledore took a few steps, staring intently at the brown spot on the stone wall with his blue eyes, and said calmly,

"Obviously, he couldn't open the door either."

"But isn't this the secret room that Slytherin left for his heir, since he can open it..."

Harry, who tried not to disturb Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Bryan's research, couldn't help but speak, although he thought that this stone gate was very spectacular, but the shock it brought to him could not be compared to the cave he was in.

"yes, that's really weird--"

For some reason, Dumbledore looked a little worried.

At this time, Harry made a new discovery, and he saw that a line of words seemed to be engraved on the stone wall to the right of the stone door, so he reminded him again.

"Only those who have pure blood can open the door!"

Amosta whispered the words, then pouted and smiled, "It does look like Slytherin." ”

"I don't think it's going to be that simple, Amosta, if you don't believe me, we can try it."

The light in Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left arm.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Harry immediately understood what Dumbledore was going to do, and he hurriedly stepped forward, also showing his arm, "You can use mine!" ”

"Oh, thanks--" Dumbledore smiled kindly, "but according to Slytherin, I think I'm the only one here who fits the bill." ”

A silver light flashed in the air, Dumbledore's arm erupted a crimson color, and the rough stone door was suddenly sprinkled with dark red, shining blood beads, which did not drip to the ground under the influence of mysterious magic, but quickly rolled towards the almost imperceptible stone crack in the center of the stone door.

Call!

After devouring Dumbledore's blood, a pale cyan smoke erupted from the crack in the slender door, and then fell silent once more.

Harry seemed a little unacceptable to this result, but both Dumbledore and Amosta seemed calm.

"Why do you think this is the case, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta asked, judging by the look on his face, he should have an answer in his heart.

"It's just a guess--"

Dumbledore looked at Harry and pondered his words, "Slytherin's belief that blood is pure is probably not what we understand... He probably meant his own descendants..."

"But Voldemort failed!"

Harry immediately said, "That diary tells me that Voldemort is a Slytherin descendant, but he... Oh! ”ŴŴŴ.

Harry understood, and Tom Riddle told him that the Slytherin blood in his body had been passed down to him through his mother, and that his father, was a Muggle.

There was a long silence between the three in front of the stone gate, and Harry couldn't accept that Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Blaine couldn't do anything about it, because it meant that this rare 'adventure' was a failure, unless they could find someone like Voldemort's cousin...

The conversation between Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Bryan ensued, Harry knew that there might be some great secrets involved, but alas, he didn't understand a word.

Amosta rubbed his hair in distress and looked at Dumbledore,

"Do you think it's possible?"

"It's hard to say, Amosta,"

Dumbledore apparently understood Amosta's question, and he replied with a frown,

"But I think it's only theoretical, because it's unlikely, both physically and mentally..."

Dumbledore looked back at the Slytherin statue sitting there and sighed deeply,

"I hope there won't be a day when we'll have to open this stone gate... But if that happens, oh, it's probably the trickiest thing I've ever experienced in the rest of my life--"

...........

Many troubles were put to an end that night, and many more troubles were planted to be detonated one day in the future.

Harry was ordered by Dumbledore to be examined by Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital, and even though he repeatedly insisted that he was not seriously harmed, Dumbledore remained adamant.

"--I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind, Harry, but now is not a good time to chat, and when you've had enough rest, you can come to my office and talk to me."

"But the board!"

Harry stood in the foyer and looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "You've solved the problem?!" ”

"Oh, of course it is--"

Dumbledore looked at Harry mildly and smiled lightly, "Actually, I've been reminded of what Lucius Malfoy is secretly planning, and I guess that tomorrow morning, when Lucius finds out that I'm still the headmaster of Hogwarts, he'll probably come to me in a rage--"

Harry trotted all the way upstairs, seemingly less resistant to going to the school hospital, as he suddenly remembered that Ron and Hermione were also in the school hospital, and he couldn't wait to share with them what had happened after that night.

"I'm sorry, Amosta, I know you need a break right now--"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta apologetically,

"But can you talk to me, an old man who doesn't need much sleep?"

Amosta's heart was slightly cold, he knew that the real trouble was coming...



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