Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 133 Lao Deng, please sit down and listen to what the senior has to say (12000 words)
After Harry left the map chamber, he went straight to the principal's office on the eighth floor without any hesitation.

The entrance to the principal's office was guarded by an extremely ugly gargoyle. When it saw Harry coming, it mechanically turned its head and looked at Harry.

"Password," it said.

Harry answered without thinking, "Honey sizzle."

There was no response from the gargoyles, and Harry knew that in this case the command was wrong.

"Lemon Sherbet," he said again.

The gargoyle still showed no reaction.

Harry named every sweet treat he knew from the wizarding world, even throwing in the Beetle's Every Flavour Beans, but still the gargoyles didn't respond.

"You know what? Maybe I should try a different password." Harry lost his patience. He reached out and patted the gargoyle on the head and whispered, "Fiendfire."

"Wrong password." The gargoyle said impatiently.

Harry said nothing, but a cluster of black flames ignited on the fingertips of his other hand and brought it to the face of the gargoyle.

"This is not the correct password." The gargoyle said so many words for the first time.

Just when Harry thought it was very principled and unyielding, he didn't expect it to speak again.

"The correct password is Honeydukes majority shareholder, sir."

"Okay, Honeydukes major shareholder." Harry retracted the small cluster of Fiendfyre.

"Correct password!" The gargoyle jumped aside, as if it couldn't wait to do so.

A small passage leading to the principal's office appeared in front of Harry. Harry walked through the passage and came to the principal's office.

The headmasters were still napping, as was Dumbledore's Phoenix, and only the Old Hat was still twisting its body.

Seeing Harry come in, the old hat greeted him in a low voice: "Hey, Harry - how did you get in?"

Harry walked over and answered in a low voice: "I have something to ask Professor Dumbledore..."

"Oh, you missed your old junior, didn't you?" The old hat whispered teasingly: "Don't worry, young man, I didn't tell Albus your little secret, but Dumbledore is not in the headmaster's office now, I suggest you wait here for a while."

"Ok."

After Harry finished speaking, he was about to turn around and find a place to sit for a while, but he found that the old hat was twisting his body again.

"What's the matter with you, Old Hat?" Harry asked concernedly.

"It's a little itchy, you know, it's always on this cabinet, and bugs will crawl on it occasionally." The old hat said, "So can you do your old friend a favor? Help him scratch it?"

"Okay." Harry reached out and grabbed the tip of the hat and lifted it up.

He was about to extend his wand to the hat to clean it up, but after thinking it over, he decided not to, so he reached out and patted the old hat.

Unlike what he had imagined, this pat did not stir up much dust - the old hat just looked dirty, but that was only due to the erosion of time; in fact, it still had an anti-dust spell.

"Oh! That's it!" said the old man in the hat comfortably, "Use a little more strength, my God, you can't relieve the itch at all..."

Harry swatted him twice more and put him back on the cupboard.

"It feels really good to be cleaned up twice, Harry." The old hat said with a smile: "Thank you, my old friend."

"Have a nice day." Harry said. He felt that the headmaster's office was a little quiet. He asked, "Where's Principal Black? I haven't seen him for a long time. I always miss him."

The old hat yawned and said, "You mean Phineas? He's back at number 12, Grimmauld Place. That's the old Black house. Occasionally he goes back there to sleep at night."

"So that's how it is." Harry said, turned and walked to the opposite side of Professor Dumbledore's desk and sat down obediently.

The headmaster's office was not quiet. Dumbledore placed a bunch of buzzing silver gadgets in it, and no one knew what they were used for.

Harry waited and waited, but Dumbledore still didn't come back.

Feeling a little anxious, he stood up and paced back and forth, but suddenly he saw a meditation basin not far away.

"What is this?" Harry leaned over curiously, and driven by curiosity, he buried his head in the Pensieve.

Harry felt as if he was spinning in darkness and falling.

After a while, I felt myself standing on the ground again and appeared at the door of the principal's office.

"What are you doing, Tom, hanging around so late?"

A voice rang out, and Harry followed the direction it came from to see a tall wizard with long flowing auburn hair and a long beard, greeting him on the marble staircase.

It was a younger Albus Dumbledore.

However... the middle-aged version of Professor Dumbledore in front of him looked serious and his oppression was much stronger than the current Professor Dumbledore.

Say hello to me? Harry thought.

Harry, who was well aware of the properties of the Pensieve, knew that this was impossible. He was only in Professor Dumbledore's memory.

He turned his head in the direction Dumbledore had greeted him and saw a handsome young man.

The young man looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. He had black hair and black eyes, but his face was a little pale.

However, the young man looked very decent, without any arrogance or aggressiveness in his appearance, and his expression was very humble.

He was wearing Slytherin robes, with a silver prefect badge gleaming on his chest.

His name is Tom?

"I was just going to see the headmaster, sir."

Tom said, still looking a little reserved, with his head down and not daring to look Dumbledore in the eye.

Harry actually understood Tom's behavior - after all, the current Dumbledore was more oppressive than the Santa Claus with a white beard.

If it were any other student at Hogwarts, they probably wouldn't have the courage to look him in the eye, not to mention that Dumbledore's gaze at this moment was obviously the kind of penetrating gaze that Harry was familiar with.

"Well, go to bed." Dumbledore stared at Riddle. "It's best not to hang around in the corridors these days. Now that..."

Having said this, he sighed heavily.

"Good night, Tom." Professor Dumbledore said good night to Riddle and strode away.

Harry was not interested in this young man named Tom, and chose to leave with Professor Dumbledore.

After a while, Harry followed Professor Dumbledore to the Transfiguration office.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in." Dumbledore held his forehead and sighed.

The door opened and a red-haired beauty walked in.

(Young Professor McGonagall)

Harry was a little shocked. If it weren't for the similarities in appearance and temperament, he really couldn't have connected the beauty in front of him with the old-fashioned Professor McGonagall.

"Albus."

Professor McGonagall walked over to Professor Dumbledore's desk and sat across from him.

"So - is it true? We're closing Hogwarts?"

"Perhaps, Minerva." Professor Dumbledore rubbed the acupoints between his eyes, as if to relieve his fatigue. "You know, a student died in the school, and we didn't catch the culprit. The school board reported this matter to the Daily Prophet, and now the Ministry of Magic has to pay attention to this matter."

Professor McGonagall grabbed her collar and wiped the tears from her eyes: "Oh my God, oh... poor Myrtle..."

"Yes, poor child." Professor Dumbledore sighed, "I still remember this girl. I was the one who took her to Hogwarts... I wonder how sad her parents will be when they find out about this."

Professor McGonagall cried for a while, wiped her tears and asked, "Then do you know who the murderer might be, Albus?"

"I don't know," said Professor Dumbledore.

But there was a gleam in his eyes, as if he was hiding some speculation.

Professor McGonagall did not notice the change in Dumbledore's expression. She had just stood up when the door was knocked again.

"Albus." An old voice came from outside the door, sounding a little weak.

"Come in, Headmaster Dippet," said Professor Dumbledore.

Principal Dippet pushed open the door, but did not come in. Instead, he said, "Albus, Mr. Riddle has found the murderer—he identified the eight-eyed giant spider raised by Rubeus Hagrid of Gryffindor as the real murderer who hurt Elizabeth Warren..."

"Impossible!" Professor McGonagall immediately retorted, "How is this possible? I can guarantee that Mr. Hagrid is definitely not such a person!"

"I think so too, Headmaster Dippet." Dumbledore said seriously, "If Myrtle was bitten to death by an Acromantula, then she must have shown signs of poisoning - I think we all know what the symptoms of being poisoned by an Acromantula are."

"But Mr. Riddle has already written a letter to the Ministry of Magic, reporting Mr. Hagrid by name." Principal Dippet sighed. "You should know that the Ministry of Magic has always believed that less trouble is worse than more trouble. According to their usual style, what they want to do now is not to find out the truth of the matter, but to make it a fact and make Mr. Hagrid bear the blame of the murderer. In this way, they don't need to worry about the consequences of closing Hogwarts, nor do they need to worry about the parents' unrest, because the real murderer has been confirmed."

Harry's fists clenched.

He felt that even if he didn't know about the basilisk in advance, he would not think that Hagrid was the one who did it.

God, Hagrid was so kind, so... kind.

He originally thought that Tom was pretty good...

But then again, the giant eight-eyed spider that Hagrid kept in school was indeed a bit abstract.

He is really bold, keeping this thing in school.

Fortunately, he is not a student of Gryffindor now, otherwise, he might be assassinated by Ron while he was sleeping one night.

"Then what should we do?" Professor McGonagall whimpered, "No, I can't just sit there and watch Mr. Hagrid get arrested like this, I should..."

"Minerva!" Professor Dumbledore sighed. "No matter what, we have no way to prove Hagrid's innocence. You have to know that the Acromantula can also kill people. All we can do now is to try our best to ensure that Mr. Hagrid is not sent to Azkaban."

"Oh my God, oh my God..." Professor McGonagall leaned weakly in her chair, sobbing softly.

"However," Principal Dippet said again, "Mr. Riddle once came to me and asked me if he could stay in school during the holidays because he didn't want to go back to the orphanage. He told me that his father was a Muggle and his mother was a witch, but his mother died after giving birth to him."

"Yes," Professor Dumbledore seemed to be reminiscing about the past, "that's true. I remember when I went to pick up Tom, he told me that his name was taken from his father."

"Mr. Riddle -" Professor McGonagall sighed: "How could he do this? I really don't know why he would slander Mr. Hagrid..."

"Who knows?" Professor Dumbledore knocked on the table.

The memory ended here, and Harry fell into endless darkness again.

He pulled his head out of the Pensieve and met Dumbledore's calm eyes.

Harry felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was caught peeking at someone else's memory...

"Professor Dumbledore, I..."

Harry opened his mouth, but the words that came to his mouth turned into: "I looked at it on purpose..."

"Of course I know that a little wizard like you is especially a Gryffindor." Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly: "Gryffindors are always full of courage and curiosity, aren't they?"

After he finished speaking, he walked to his seat and sat down.

Harry walked over to the table opposite Dumbledore and sat down as well.

"So, you've read it all?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

"What do you think?" Professor Dumbledore said, looking at Harry with that penetrating look again.

Harry didn't feel guilty, and said to Professor Dumbledore directly: "I think that Riddle must be covering up something - I don't think Hagrid is the kind of person who can't control his pet, even if that eight-eyed giant spider is indeed dangerous."

Hearing Harry's answer, Dumbledore smiled kindly again.

"Very sharp insight, but -" Professor Dumbledore looked up at Harry: "Why do you think so? Is it just because you are good friends with Hagrid?"

"Of course not. People killed by the venom of the Acromantula are easy to identify, Professor." Harry replied, "Besides, I know what the thing that killed Myrtle... Elizabeth Warren is."

Dumbledore, who was smiling kindly, changed his expression slightly. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? You knew?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry answered firmly, "It's a basilisk, a basilisk - it has appeared again recently. It is the culprit who petrified Filch's cat, and it is also the culprit who petrified Colin!"

"Why do you think so?" Professor Dumbledore asked noncommittally, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Professor Rackham just told me," Harry said to Professor Dumbledore, "that if you look into the eyes of a basilisk, it will lead to the death of the person looking at it - but if you see the eyes of a basilisk through another medium, you will not die directly, but will enter a very deep state of petrification."

"For example, Filch's cat was petrified because he saw the basilisk's eyes in the water stains on the ground; and Colin looked at the basilisk through the imaging hole of the camera, so they were petrified!"

"I see. You mean there is a basilisk in Hogwarts?" Professor Dumbledore asked. "You said Professor Rackham, where did you see him?"

"You know him?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Professor Dumbledore smiled and said to Harry, "Of course I know Professor Rackham. There are three professors in the Chamber of Secrets, aren't there?"

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore winked at Harry slyly.

three?

Harry was stunned for a moment.

But he didn't correct her, instead he asked, "How did you know that?"

"Because it was your mother who told me." Professor Dumbledore sighed softly, "Your mother, Lily Potter, awakened her ancient magical talent at the age of fifteen and accidentally entered the map chamber under Hogwarts."

"That secret room seems to have been reinforced by some ancient magic. I once wanted to go in and take a look, but I had no idea how to do it." Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry and said, "What I didn't expect was that you are also a successor to ancient magic, Harry."

Only then did Harry realize that Professor Dumbledore knew about the map of the Chamber of Secrets because his mother told him.

It seems... Mom didn't leak Vivi's information either - but then again, that's normal, after all, Vivi is Gellert Grindelwald's sister.

As a man who has been given a Chocolate Frog card, there is no need to say how dark Grindelwald is. It is also normal that her mother did not tell Professor Dumbledore everything in order to protect Vivi.

"It should be said that it was the love spell that was at work," Harry said. "You know, my mother learned an ancient spell from the professors in the Chamber of Secrets... I saw my mother's memory in the Pensieve in the Chamber of Secrets and learned the whole story... It was she who was willing to be killed by Voldemort to activate this ancient spell, and then pass on the heritage of ancient magic to me, and even... make me immune to and able to reflect the Killing Curse..."

Professor Dumbledore was moved. He stared at Harry in a daze, and sighed after a moment.

"Lily..."

"Your mother is the most talented witch I have ever seen, and also the most righteous witch... If she could put aside her prejudice against black magic and learn a few tricks of it, perhaps the result would not be like this."

"You..." Harry looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, "You actually encourage others to learn the dark arts?"

"Oh, normally not," said Professor Dumbledore, "but to fight against unscrupulous dark wizards, it's not enough to just learn white magic - you don't think that the Aurors wouldn't use some harmless little curses when they were catching Death Eaters, do you?"

"A harmless little curse?" Harry was stunned.

"Oh, that's what the Gaunt family said." Professor Dumbledore smiled slyly. He reached out to refill Harry's glass of lemonade. "I once saw a book collection of the Gaunt family somewhere. The title on the cover was "Harmless Little Curses". I should thank this book for giving me a few little curses to use."

"I have always believed that learning should not be too rigid, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said again: "But your mother... is also understandable. She is so resistant to the Dark Arts for some very complicated reasons."

"Because of Professor Snape?" asked Harry.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise, as if he didn't expect Harry to know so much.

After a while, he nodded.

"Yes, because Severus - since you asked this question, it means you should know the cause and effect of these things. Unfortunately, Severus was so focused on following Voldemort that he ignored the feelings of his friends."

"Come to think of it, you also saw Voldemort in your memory just now." Professor Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Guess who he is? You will never guess!"

"Could it be..." Harry thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Is it Principal Dippet?"

"Hey! Kid!" a familiar weak voice came from the wall, "Don't think I can't hear you talking bad about me behind my back!"

Harry turned around and saw the portrait of Headmaster Dippet.

He smiled and said to Principal Dippet: "Sorry, Principal Dippet, Professor Dumbledore asked me to guess someone I couldn't guess..."

"It's Tom, Tom Riddle." Headmaster Dippet said unhappily, "Who else do you think it could be?"

Harry really didn't expect this result.

He could never have imagined that the gentle Slytherin prefect would actually be the cruel and cruel Voldemort?
"But him?" Harry couldn't quite put the two images together. "Tom? Voldemort?"

"Yes."

Professor Dumbledore stretched out his hand and wrote lines of hissing fire in the air.

It was the familiar font of circles within circles that Harry was familiar with.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Harry repeated the name. He always felt that he had heard the name "Marvolo" somewhere before.

Professor Dumbledore moved his fingers, and the words in the air changed their order and began to arrange themselves again.

"I am Lord Voldemort"

Harry gave a look of disgust.

A typical manifestation of excessive self-consciousness during adolescent rebellion. "So that's how it is..." Harry said emotionlessly, "So Voldemort was created by rearranging the order of letters?"

"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at Harry: "He abandoned his original name. He hated his father for being a Muggle, so he abandoned this name and changed it to a name that was more... able to show his temperament."

"I don't think it sounds as good as Tom's." Harry commented sharply, "It's really ironic. I really didn't expect that a fanatical supporter of pure-blood values ​​would be a half-blood. Oh my god, how ironic."

"Who says it isn't?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"So, the Death Eaters who followed him didn't know?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "No, the Death Eaters did not know that Voldemort was of half-blood origin. It should be said that no one knew about this except me and a few others."

After he said this, he felt Harry's expression change.

First there was disbelief, then suspicion, then disgust, and finally speechlessness.

"What's wrong with you?" Dumbledore asked in confusion. He didn't know why the child in front of him had so many changes of expression in such a short time.

"What I should say is, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said to him, "If I were you, I would definitely advertise Voldemort's half-blood identity in the newspapers - my God, this is the most effective weapon, why don't you use it? I really can't understand..."

"You don't think that those Death Eaters will leave Voldemort after they know his half-blood identity?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Harry, you are a child, you should not know Voldemort's character - he relies on violence to maintain his reign of terror..."

"But at least this will disgust him, Professor Dumbledore." Harry interrupted Dumbledore. "Even if it can't cause him any substantial harm, it will disgust him, and that's enough."

Dumbledore sat up straight and began to look at the good student in front of him again.

Oh my god, this idea...

Seems interesting.

Harry leaned back tactically and looked at Dumbledore.

I thought that the senior is still a senior, you still have to learn from him...

Why must any substantial damage be done to Voldemort's rule?
We are British!

What is the consistent purpose of the British?
Even if there is no benefit, I will still use the stick to stir up the shit and disgust you...

Of course, she learned this from Cassandra's brother, Mr. Ignatius Malfoy - in terms of seniority, Ignatius should be Lucius' grandfather.

"If you look at it that way, it's really a very constructive suggestion."

Dumbledore nodded and said that he always felt that this good student would be good at politics.

At least better than the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"But I have another question, Harry." Professor Dumbledore folded his hands on the table, "I remember your mother once said that the talent for ancient magic will not awaken until after the age of fifteen, and you are only twelve years old this year..."

"Because of the Philosopher's Stone, Professor," Harry said, "You should remember that I accidentally absorbed the power of the Philosopher's Stone, and it also made me feel guided."

"After absorbing the Philosopher's Stone, a voice guided me to the map chamber, where I met Professor Rookwood and his friends, as well as the Pensieve that stored my mother's memories."

"So that's how it is." Professor Dumbledore said with emotion: "Professor Rookwood... Alas, it's a pity for Professor Rookwood. His descendants... really bring shame to the Rookwood family."

"It can't be helped," Harry said with some emotion, "It's like what everyone often says, when the Dark Minister of the wizarding world, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, was here, the Malfoy family was so powerful... but now, look at the Malfoy family today."

"Indeed." Professor Dumbledore nodded in agreement. Obviously, he also thought that the current Malfoy family was shit, just like a dragon giving birth to a fire lizard, with each generation being worse than the previous one.

"So, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said again, "I think the school should adopt corresponding response strategies and catch the basilisk as soon as possible - after all, it concerns the safety of the students... Filch's damn cat, and Colin, they are lucky enough - but I don't think this kind of luck will last forever. What if the next student is killed by the basilisk's eyes like Myrtle was, then the Ministry of Magic may push Hagrid to take the blame again."

"I think Hagrid's fate may not be good this time. Perhaps Azkaban is waiting for him." Harry added.

"Okay." Professor Dumbledore nodded and asked, "Anything else you want to add, Harry?"

"Let me think..." Harry thought for a moment and said again: "The professors in the map secret room told me that Slytherin once left a letter in his study."

"Slytherin?" Professor Dumbledore didn't respond.

"Salazar Slytherin," Harry explained, "is one of the founders of our school."

"Go on." Dumbledore nodded.

Harry repeated the contents of the letter to him.

"Next, I will put the creature into a state of slumber until someone who shares my views awakens it - the chosen offspring will reverse the sins that others have inadvertently committed, those who are unqualified will only tarnish my legacy, and my offspring will take on the responsibility of purifying Hogwarts."

After that, Harry said: "But Slytherin did not specify in the letter where he kept the basilisk——"

Professor Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then said, "Perhaps you should ask Professor Binns about this matter. You should know that Professor Binns has been the professor of History of Magic since the founding of Hogwarts. His quick mind and clear thinking were praised by Slytherin, so he was invited and deservedly became the professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"So, he was friends with Mr. Slytherin?" asked Harry.

"Maybe. I don't know." Professor Dumbledore shook his head and said, "But what we know is that Professor Binns is older than Hogwarts—assuming his age in life and his age in the afterlife are added together."

At the end he made a small joke.

"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded in understanding. "I will ask him after the History of Magic class the day after tomorrow afternoon... I want to add that the basilisk did not appear alone. Anyone who can control the basilisk must be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin... You see, he said that his offspring will shoulder the responsibility."

"Descendant of Slytherin?" Dumbledore seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer.

He instantly recalled what happened fifty years ago. A similar thing happened in the school at that time, and the basilisk was released... Now it seems that the person who released the basilisk... is a descendant of Slytherin?
Could it be from the Gaunt family?

No, it's impossible.

Professor Dumbledore recalled that the youngest member of the Gaunt family at that time was Morfin Gaunt, but he had graduated for many years and had never returned to Hogwarts.

Who would that be?
Could it be...

He set his suspicion on Tom Riddle, who was then the young Voldemort.

But little Voldemort's last name is Riddle, not Gaunt...

Wait, Tom once told him and Principal Dippet that his mother was a witch and his father was a Muggle... Could it be that his mother was from the Gaunt family?
Thinking of this, he murmured, "This... maybe... is this the truth of the matter?"

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

Dumbledore did not intend to hide it, but told Harry truthfully: "Perhaps, I should go to the orphanage where Voldemort... Tom Riddle was at that time to check. I suspect that his mother is very likely from the Gaunt family."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked puzzled.

Professor Dumbledore said, "You have seen that memory, so you should know that Tom couldn't wait to put the blame for Myrtle's death on Hagrid... Professor McGonagall and I were skeptical at the time, but now it seems that he seems to have enough motives-"

"And you know, if his mother was a Gaunt, then he might have inherited Parseltongue, which is exactly what Slytherin blood means, a natural Parseltongue..."

"So you're saying that the person who controlled the basilisk to kill Myrtle in the school fifty years ago was Tom?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.

He no longer intended to call Voldemort Voldemort, but to simply call him Tom.

Right, how can the name Voldemort be as nice as Tom?

But…the Gaunt family?
Harry suddenly remembered that Gaunt...

I said! Why does the name Marvolo look so familiar?
Isn’t Omnis Gaunt’s younger brother’s name Marvolo Gaunt?
In this case, Tom Marvolo Riddle's mother must be from the Gaunt family, and must be closely related to Marvolo Gaunt.

If we follow the rules of middle names, this Marvolo would be either her husband or her father.

And her husband's name is obviously placed first, so...the middle name must come from Miss Gaunt's father!
Harry snorted. So... Voldemort was actually Omnis's great-nephew?

"Based on the current analysis, it is basically certain that it is Tom."

There was a sharp flash in Professor Dumbledore's eyes.

"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded and said, "In that case, I won't disturb your rest. I will remember to ask Professor Binns during class the day after tomorrow."

"Well, you have to be careful." Professor Dumbledore said, "But considering that there is a basilisk in Hogwarts, I think for your safety, I'd better take you back to the dormitory later."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry stood up and thanked him politely, not rejecting Professor Dumbledore's kindness.

The two left the headmaster's office together, and Professor Dumbledore gave him a handful of fizzing honey candies.

"Don't worry, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile: "I am now a major shareholder of Honeydukes. I can still afford these candies--"

"Thank you, Professor." Harry thanked him sincerely. After all, the sizzling honey candies were not cheap, and it would be nice to give them to his roommates when he got home.

Being sent back to the Gryffindor common room by Dumbledore, Harry was also planning his next move.

Ask Professor Binns for information about the basilisk, and... also the actual combat drills of the students in the duel hut.

Since the basilisk only moves around in Hogwarts Castle, Harry plans to have the friends in the Dueling Hut go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest for this actual combat exercise.

"Harry?"

Neville asked, turning over when he heard Harry walk in.

"it's me."

Harry came in and put all the Fizz Candies he had in his pocket on the table.

"What's that noise?" Ron asked dazedly.

"Zizzy honey candy, given to me by Professor Dumbledore." Harry said truthfully, "I just came out of his office."

"Cool." Seamus whistled, "You are one of the few people who dare to go to Headmaster Dumbledore's office to steal candy. I dare say that even the pair of Weasley clones don't have the courage to do this."

"Hey!" Ron reminded, "That's my brother you're talking about!"

"Oh sorry Ron," said Seamus, "but I have to remind you, you were the one who gave me that nickname."

"Haha..." Ron somersaulted on the bed. "But, did you really go to steal the candy? What if the principal finds out?"

"I just talked to him about my mother and he gave me some candy." Harry said half-seriously.

"Oh, sorry, Harry," Ron apologized, "I didn't know you were chatting... um."

"It's okay. How can I be that fragile?" Harry laughed and said, "Well, I think we should go to bed - it's already past ten o'clock and we have classes tomorrow."

"Okay." Ron yawned, turned over and fell asleep in almost a second.

The next morning, Professor Dumbledore appeared in the hall.

After all the students arrived, Professor Dumbledore began to announce the new temporary rules.

Students in the school are not allowed to travel alone. On the way to and from get out of class, they must go to the classroom or auditorium together in dormitory units.

After finishing their meal in the auditorium, they were led by the class leaders and lined up to return to their dormitories.

"What on earth is going on?" Draco said indignantly, "I think Dumbledore is really getting old and confused. If my father knew about this, he would definitely impeach him together with the school board!"

Of course, he was just complaining - it would be useless if he really told his father.

"Don't be like this, Draco." Pansy persuaded, but her expression was a little sinister, "Don't worry, he will never be able to be the headmaster, he will definitely -"

"You're right, Pansy!" Draco snorted, "Old, crazy Dumbledore..."

"He's really annoying, isn't he?" Ron muttered along with his classmates.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Come on Ron, at least he's not bothering you. Don't bring this... um, let him notice you."

Temporary school rules were thus set, and students had to walk together in groups of three or five, whether going to school, leaving get out of class, or going to the auditorium, they always had to be together with everyone.

"I feel like we're just like rabbits," the Weasley twins complained, "huddled together like rabbits, waiting for the petrifying monster to catch us all."

"Think positively, George, Fred," Ron said, "At least you have someone to keep you company with, instead of Colin who only has the camera with him."

"I think it's enough for Colin to have a camera with him," Fred said. "Look at that kid, he's always with his camera. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was his girlfriend."

Everyone laughed when they heard Fred's words.

Although Colin was only alive and kicking for a week, this week had left enough shadows on them...

He not only harassed Harry, but also took pictures of every classmate, saying that he wanted to show them to his father.

In the History of Magic class the following afternoon, Harry yawned several times, wanting to sleep out of habit.

But he suddenly thought of the basilisk and raised his hand.

"Mr. Potter? Do you have a question?"

Professor Binns looked up, as if puzzled by Harry's raising of his hand to ask a question.

"Professor Binns, I would like to ask you a question - I saw some legends somewhere..."

Before Harry could finish, he was interrupted by Professor Binns.

"Since you know it's a legend, you shouldn't ask this question - this is a serious history class, Mr. Porter."

Professor Binns seemed to be not very interested in the "legend". He looked at Harry carefully and suddenly frowned.

"Wait, why do I feel like you look familiar?"

"Because I am your student, professor." Harry was a little speechless. I have been studying in your class for almost seven years.

Professor Binns said 'Oh'.

"I saw a letter, a handwritten letter left by Salazar Slytherin," Harry said.

Hearing this, Professor Binns fell silent.

"What letter? Tell me about it," he said.

Harry repeated the letter from beginning to end.

Professor Binns remained silent, and just when everyone thought he would remain silent, he suddenly spoke.

"This is not a legend, Mr. Potter," said Professor Binns. "I have seen this letter before. It is indeed a handwritten letter from Slytherin."

Hearing this, the whole class couldn't help but be shocked.

A handwritten letter from Salazar Slytherin?!

Ron's eyes turned red. He tugged at Harry's sleeve and said unwillingly, "Why didn't you call me... Harry..."

"I thought it was fake," Harry said, looking down at Ron.

Ron uttered an "oh" and believed what Harry said.

"But there is also a legend circulating in the school, just as the letter said." Professor Binns said: "Salazar Slytherin had a disagreement with the other three founders. Legend has it that he built a secret room in the school to contain his terrible creature, but I think this is nonsense."

He spoke eloquently about his personal experiences and about Salazar Slytherin himself, and the class listened attentively.

The classmates were also surprised, surprised that they were listening to the History of Magic course so seriously for the first time.

"But this legend is not groundless. After all, there is evidence of that letter." Professor Binns said again: "According to this legend, Slytherin sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that no one could open it until his true heir came to the school. Only that heir could open the Chamber of Secrets and release the horrible things inside, so that it could purify the school and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

"Then, Professor..." Hermione raised her hand dryly and asked, "Who is the person who is unworthy of learning magic in the eyes of Slytherin?"

"Okay, that's correct, Miss Grant, you can put your hand down now," said Professor Binns, who had never been able to remember Hermione's last name.

Hermione put her hands down in confusion, and then she realized what Professor Binns meant...

Oh, so I am someone who is not worthy of learning magic in the eyes of Slytherin?

She felt very angry and felt a chill in her heart.

"But I need to tell you that that thing doesn't exist at all." Professor Binns said again, with a somewhat impatient tone: "There is no secret room, and there is no monster - you know, a full thousand years have passed. If there was a secret room, it would have been discovered by the principals of all generations."

"This legend has been circulating in Hogwarts since the Big Four passed away. Many headmasters have wanted to find the legendary chamber of secrets, and even invited various powerful wizards to the school, but to no avail."

"But professor," Seamus said suddenly, "you can't deny the existence of this secret room just because previous headmasters couldn't find it!"

"So what?" Professor Binns retorted, without any dullness or dullness at all: "So if we can't find the monster in Hogwarts, then the monster will jump out and petrify me tomorrow? Ridiculous!"

"So that numb look you showed when you were giving us the lecture before was all fake?" Harry suddenly asked.

Professor Binns choked. It was hard to imagine a ghost choking on something.

"If you can keep up the passion you have now when teaching everyone, I think the students will love the History of Magic course, and they will love you too," Harry said sincerely, with such sincerity that he believed it himself. "If I remember correctly, it was recorded in Hogwarts, A History of the School, 'As lunch was approaching, the students reluctantly left Professor Binns' classroom, and everyone seemed very excited. The species conversion allowed them to see the wonders of magic for the first time, and Professor Binns's History of Magic filled the children with infinite reverie about magic.'"

"If I hadn't just seen how passionate you were, I'm afraid I would have thought that the book was flattering you," Harry added.

Professor Binns took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and continued to lecture everyone.

Within five minutes, the students fell into a deep sleep again.

Harry thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​persuading Professor Binns again.

He thought it was nice to have a class where he could sleep.

Thinking of this, his eyelids closed gently, and he fell into a sweet dream accompanied by Professor Binns' lullaby-like tone.

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