Myrtle plunged headlong into the toilet, splashed a splash, and then jumped out and floated in mid-air.

Being able to communicate with the boy who never died seemed to make her very excited.

However, Bagill suspected that she was more concerned about Harry's status as a living and good-looking boy.

He looked at Myrtle with disgust.

Although he knew that the toilet room where Myrtle stayed hadn't been used for decades, he still deserved to panic.

It's like he can see all corners of Hogwarts but never look at the sewers.

On the other side, Harry stayed where he was.

A sense of shame has always haunted me.

The last time he was like this, he still knew that his father was not a good person.

Now, his ancestors don't seem to be good people either.

It's Salazar Slytherin!

The blood must have come from his father, who was Muggle-born.

No wonder his dad was so bad.

It's no wonder the Sorting Hat says Slytherin will set him up for success.

He suddenly felt that his body was so dirty!

He subconsciously looked at the faucet.

The flickering candlelight reflected on the serpentine carving, making the snake seem to come to life.

He inexplicably welled up with an impulse, "Turn on." ”

He clutched his throat for he heard not the words, but a strange hiss.

A minute earlier, Dumbledore, who had seen Harry's thoughts at a glance, pulled out his wand and tapped the Mirror of Eris.

Let it float back into the room on its own.

He was ready to show up and comfort Harry.

But then I heard snake language.

It's not that Dumbledore is arrogant, but he does know more than a hundred languages, even trolls.

This also includes snake language.

He immediately understood the meaning of Harry's snake language, "Open." ”

Then, the dragon head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.

Then the pool moved.

The entire pool sank and disappeared from their sight.

In its place was a very thick hose that could fit a person in.

"What is this?" Harry muttered.

"This is the secret passage." Myrtle prompted.

"Are you going down? If you die, you are welcome to share this toilet with me. Her face turned silvery white with shyness.

"I don't think I'm going to die." Harry rolled his eyes.

This is probably the secret passage that Bagir said.

Bajir must have been here, combined with Myrtle as a victim for so many years, it is estimated that it is not very dangerous.

"I don't think so."

A third voice rang out.

Harry only felt his internal organs freeze to ice.

He hurriedly looked behind him.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor!" Myrtle screamed, plunged headlong into the toilet, and never came out again.

Only the gurgling sound of the water remains.

"I-I, this is the girls' bathroom, sir." Harry stammered, squeezing out the words.

"yes, this is the girls' bathroom." Dumbledore said.

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the smile on his face.

It doesn't look like you'll be deducted points!

As for why the Headmaster was in the girls' bathroom, Dumbledore was the Headmaster, and he could go wherever he wanted.

It's not for him, a student, to manage.

"So," Dumbledore said, stepping forward to the hose, "this is the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. You're here today for it too? ”

"You just?" Harry was sure that Dumbledore had not been in the room before.

This is his confidence in his keen observation as the youngest Seeker.

"I don't have to be invisibility cloaks to be invisible." Dumbledore said gently, "You don't have to worry about being deducted, it's vacation time, and this invisibility cloak is also given back to you." ”

"You know my dad?" Harry wanted to continue asking about his father, but the next second, he thought of Bajir.

"You also gave him the journal you received earlier."

At the same time, he secretly slandered whether Dumbledore still had a job as an estate custodian, and why did their father give Dumbledore for safekeeping before his father died.

"How?" Dumbledore's expression became serious.

Every time I heard the boy's name, nothing good happened.

Harry began to talk about the journal and the note.

Beneath the white holster of the diary is a tattered black cover.

Finally he mentioned that he was here because Bagir said there was a secret passage in this bathroom.

"Looks like we're going to have to go down and have a look." Dumbledore said calmly.

But under his calm appearance, there were huge waves in his heart.

He knew who killed Myrtle, and he knew that Riddle had a journal with a black cover.

But then suddenly one day it disappeared.

This diary might be a Horcrux.

How it got to Baguil may have something to do with the Malfoys.

The only one who has a grudge against this boy and has this ability is Lucius Malfoy.

As a member of Voldemort's favored family, it is normal to be given a Horcrux and let them keep it on their behalf.

But judging by Lucius Malfoy's audacity to use this precious object as a murder weapon to murder a boy.

Voldemort probably didn't tell Lucius Malfoy the truth about his diary.

A bad premonition wells up in my heart, this nonchalant attitude... Voldemort probably had more Horcruxes than he had imagined.

"Now?" Harry was a little weird.

Especially after Dumbledore finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment.

The body is also much more rickety.

"Now." Dumbledore stepped forward and jumped into the pipe first.

The boy was a great wizard, so he shouldn't be fooled by a Horcrux.

But he still has to go and see.

Harry folded the Cloak of Invisibility and set it aside.

Then slowly drill into the pipe, and then let go and let yourself slide down.

But in the next second, Harry regretted it.

He couldn't see Dumbledore in front of him.

The inside of this pipe is not only dark, but also slimy, zigzag, twisting and turning, and the slope is very steep.

And it's long, and the further down you go, the more humid the air becomes, and it feels like you're miles deep below the school — the bottom of the lake.

His ass was in a jolt and it didn't feel like his own anymore.

It took about ten minutes before the pipes began to level out.

Then it fell down and landed on a soft cushion.

He stood up, only to realize that the mat was an air cushion, presumably conjured by Dumbledore's magic.

It was a dark stone tunnel, the ground was so damp that it rattled and clicked to fit in.

Dumbledore wasn't here.

But the fluorescent light coming from the front should have been released by Dumbledore.

He walked along the light and walked ahead, stepping on the bones of many small animals along the way.

After a turn, Harry froze where he was.

Dumbledore was crouching there, a ball of light floating above his head.

His body was very clean, and there was no mud in the pipes at all.

However, this was not the main factor in Harry's daze.

Next to Dumbledore, there was the silhouette of a behemoth, lying on the other side of the tunnel, motionless.

"This is the monster in the Slytherin chambers? Killed by Dumbledore? Harry thought to himself.