Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 138 Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (12000 words)
Ron noticed Hermione who was trying hard to resist. He looked extremely anxious, fearing that Hermione would be suppressed by Pansy on the opposite side.

Come on, Hermione!

Harry frowned. In his opinion, Pansy's strength was obviously abnormal.

According to common sense, it is unlikely that a second-year student would have such magical abilities.

Of course, maybe it could be due to Pansy's family background, but Pansy, who had a conflict with Hermione at this time last year, obviously didn't have these two skills.

Could it be... that he was taught by someone disguised as fucking Voldemort last year?
But some of it doesn’t make sense.

Even if it was Voldemort, it would be hard to turn decay into magic and make such a useless person so wise.

Harry's intuition told him that there must be some unknown trick going on.

For a moment, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

Maybe... it's Voldemort lurking in Hogwarts?
Harry lowered his head and thought about this, his mind gradually shifting towards this possibility.

However, I heard cheers coming from the side.

"Well done, Hermione!" Ron shouted, clapping.

Harry looked up and saw that Hermione had Pansy's wand in her other hand.

"How did you win?" Harry nudged Ron.

Ron smiled and said, "Hermione raised her wand and disarmed Pansy. It was that simple..."

Harry raised his head in confusion. He looked at Hermione and then at Pansy who looked unwilling.

What's going on?

He turned his head again and looked at Snape, only to find that Snape, who had already straightened his body, had relaxed again.

Could it be that Tom taught Pansy this trick last semester?
He temporarily put aside his doubts and planned to talk to Dumbledore about this matter.

At this point, even if he was sure that Pansy was controlled by Tom, he had no reason to take action.

After all, he had no way to prove Tom's existence, so finding Dumbledore, the headmaster, was the safest choice.

What's more, Pansy was defeated by Hermione in one move, so no one would believe that she was controlled by Tom.

"How scary." Hermione walked down the dueling arena with a proud look on her face. "I thought she was so powerful, but it turns out she only knows this one trick."

"Don't let your guard down, Hermione." Ron said with lingering fear, "I thought you were just about to be pinned to the ground by that Pansy and unable to get up."

"Oh thank you Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. "I hope next time you can wish me a little better instead of dwelling on how I was defeated."

"But it's good that the result is good, isn't it?" Seamus said with a smile on the side, "It's a pity that Professor Lockhart would never allow me to go on stage, otherwise I would definitely blow them all up."

"He'd better not let you go on stage, otherwise Madam Pomfrey will be busy." Neville muttered on the side.

Seamus was unwilling, patted Neville on the shoulder and said, "Neville, I don't mind you always burning a cauldron in Potions class."

Neville opened his mouth, but found himself unable to refute.

Indeed, in Professor Snape's Potions class, Seamus always shared the most venom with him, but he never complained.

But the problem is, Seamus always creates little explosions in Charms class, and Neville never dislikes him.

Maybe this is the bond between good friends.

It was not until after ten o'clock that the Duel Club came to an end amid the students' reluctance.

Watching others duel is really interesting, just like watching the ancient Roman Colosseum, which is fascinating.

Since the first-year students had not yet learned any dueling spells, they only came to act as spectators or cheerleaders.

The main force in the duel is students in grade 5 and above.

Even after returning to the dormitory, everyone was still discussing the duel that had just taken place, analyzing who was the top fighting force in each grade.

As for the second grade, it was Harry who took the lead - but Harry was not happy about it. After all, punching a kindergartener was not something to be proud of.

After the duel club ended, Harry quietly came to the map chamber.

"I'm glad you still remember me, Harry."

Weiwei stood in the portrait with a frown on her face, looking a little resentful.

Harry chose to go straight to the point and avoid Vivi's questioning.

"The goblins told me that Gareth kept a sum of money in the vault - I saw Gareth's account book," he said.

Vivi didn't avoid the question as Harry expected. Instead, she crossed her arms and said, "So you see, I'm willing to do so much for you, but you're not willing to come to the Chamber of Secrets to see me—not even once a week."

"Isn't this tracking down the whereabouts of the basilisk?" Harry dropped his shoulders. "I've been looking for traces of the basilisk recently, but to no avail."

"But it's not like there's nothing to gain," Harry added. "What's gratifying is that I found a rather suspicious person in the duel club today."

"Suspicious person?"

"Yes, suspicious person."

Harry recounted Pansy's performance in the Dueling Club, and then said to Vivi, "As far as I know, last year Pansy Parkinson was still a little witch who couldn't even cast a few curses. It's only been less than a year, and she has improved so much. It's really surprising."

"It doesn't mean that she was controlled by Voldemort." Professor Rackham said, "You have to know that the Parkinson family is a pure-blood family after all. There must be some family tradition."

"But as Harry said, this Parkinson is indeed suspicious enough." Headmaster Fitzgerald thought for a moment and said, "I am more inclined to one possibility: she was forced to stand up and be easily defeated by Miss Granger because of the self-examination within the Slytherin house. In this way, she is completely cleared of suspicion."

"Then why display that kind of method?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Because it is more convincing when it is true and false, Harry." Vivi chuckled. She also agreed with Headmaster Fitzgerald's point of view. "Perhaps Slytherin's internal self-examination has found Miss Parkinson, which is why she performed this kind of true and false drama. Perhaps this is the suggestion of Voldemort. According to the description of Voldemort you and I have, he is indeed this kind of person... with a rather peculiar mind."

Is your mind more peculiar?
Harry thought about it and felt that what he said made sense. After all, who would make so many Horcruxes to play with?

But then again, was it really the Merope version of Tom who did it?
In his impression, this young version of Tom seemed to be much smarter than the noseless Voldemort, and didn't seem like someone who could do such a thing.

If it was that Tom, he would be more likely to lurk in the school and cause trouble rather than openly send out the Basilisk to attack.

"So I suggest that you talk to Dumbledore about this matter." Vivi concluded, "After all, as the headmaster, he still has some power - at least he can review a certain student - and you, Harry, you are only a second-year student, you don't have such power."

"I understand, Vivi." Harry agreed with Vivi's words.

He thought for a moment, then said to Weiwei, "I came up with two ideas a few days ago..."

"What method?" Weiwei asked.

"The first solution is to find the Chamber of Secrets and eliminate the Basilisk... I think the advantage of doing this is that we can quickly eliminate the threat to Hogwarts... But the disadvantage is also obvious. Once Voldemort finds that the Basilisk has been killed, he will definitely continue to lie dormant and who knows what kind of sabotage he will do in secret."

"The second method is to lure the snake out of its hole, let Voldemort who is hiding in the dark believe that Dumbledore has left the campus, and lift the martial law order - but the disadvantage is that I am worried that Voldemort will use the basilisk to wreak havoc..."

Weiwei thought for a moment, raised her head and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you combine these two plans?"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned. These two methods... can they be combined?

"I mean, you should first put Slytherin under tighter control," Vivi said. "If you can quickly find the basilisk and kill it, you can make Voldemort believe that Dumbledore has left the campus before he knows the news. Then you and the professors can hide at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets and wait for the students controlled by Voldemort to come into the Chamber of Secrets..."

"That's a good idea." Harry nodded hesitantly. "But the problem is that we don't know where the Chamber of Secrets is right now. Maybe it's just like Professor Binns said, that the Chamber of Secrets is just an illusory legend."

"Professor Binns is just a ghost who pretends to be ignorant when he knows everything—" Professor Rookwood suddenly commented sharply, his chubby face full of disdain for Professor Binns: "You see, that old guy knows everything, but he just doesn't want to say it—because he thinks it's troublesome."

"Is that true?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Professor Rookwood snorted and did not answer.

"Perhaps Professor Binns really doesn't know about this. After all, he has no reason to hide it. Voldemort is not his relative or anything like that." Professor Rackham said after a moment's silence: "So, Harry, where else did you learn about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"It is said that the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago," Harry replied.

"It is said?" Weiwei frowned. "I don't want to hear it, I want a definite answer - was the secret room opened fifty years ago?"

"I've seen Professor Dumbledore's memories in the Pensieve," Harry answered quickly. "Fifty years ago, when Armando Dippet was still the headmaster, the Chamber of Secrets was once opened. The real culprit behind it was Tom Riddle, and it also led to the death of a student named Myrtle Elizabeth Warren. After that, he put the blame on Hagrid, accusing him of killing Warren with the giant eight-eyed spider he raised in the school."

"I have to mention this." Professor Rookwood suddenly commented sharply, "Even if it wasn't Hagrid's Acromantula that killed Elizabeth Warren, his Acromantula is not a creature that should be kept in school. My God, has Hogwarts become so wild? It even allows students to keep such a terrible creature as Acromantula in school?"

"What else can I say, Professor?" Harry replied helplessly.

"Hmm..." Weiwei lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked Harry, "So, do you know where Elizabeth Warren was found dead?"

"I don't know." Harry spread his hands and said, "This point has not been mentioned, but even if I knew it, it would be useless, right? Maybe Tom moved Myrtle's body to another place."

"I think you should ask Dumbledore," said Headmaster Fitzgerald. "After all, he was the one who witnessed this incident. If he doesn't know, the difficulty of finding the Chamber of Secrets will be even greater - unless you can use the Resurrection Stone to find Myrtle's soul, otherwise there is only this one way."

"Resurrection Stone..." Vivi said softly.

"Huh?" Harry scratched his head. He suddenly remembered that Myrtle was indeed dead, but wasn't her ghost still in Hogwarts?

He showed a look of joy. Seeing his expression, Weiwei asked, "Why, you look like you have come up with a solution?"

"Myrtle is actually still alive... No, she is indeed dead, but she is still in Hogwarts!" Harry said quickly, "I heard them say that after Myrtle died, she returned to the human world as a ghost and began to follow Olive Hornby, who had laughed at her before. Olive finally found the Ministry of Magic to restrain Myrtle's behavior, so she had to stay in Hogwarts."

Weiwei's expression suddenly became dangerous.

"Harry." She lowered her eyelashes, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"I just remembered it too..." Harry scratched the back of his head awkwardly. To be honest, he really had forgotten that Myrtle was a ghost.

Weiwei snorted and didn't say anything else, but it was clear from her meaning: I'm going to make you pay when I get out.

"If that's the case, then go ask the person involved in this incident." Weiwei glanced at him and said, "I believe she will definitely remember the place where she died, and that place is most likely the entrance to the secret room."

"I'll go ask!" Harry said quickly.

After Harry left, Professor Rookwood said helplessly: "It seems that your little boyfriend is still as simple-minded as ever."

"It's enough for him to have me." Vivi said softly, looking at the tightly closed door.

"But this is not a good thing," said Professor Rackham. "It will make him more and more dependent on you and unable to do without your wisdom..."

Weiwei said in a light tone: "This is exactly what I want."

……

When Harry came out of the Chamber of Secrets in the map, he did not go to find Moaning Myrtle first, but went to Dumbledore's office first.

This time when he reached the gargoyle, the stone monster jumped to the side.

"Why didn't you ask me for the password this time?" Harry asked.

"With special permission from Professor Dumbledore, you don't need to ask for a password when you see Harry Potter in the future." The gargoyle answered honestly.

Harry reached out and patted its head, then walked up the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office.

This stone monster is...very advanced.

Harry arrived late today. The portrait in the headmaster's office, the phoenix and even the Sorting Hat were all in a deep sleep.

Harry walked to the headmaster's desk and sat down. He was thinking about how to inform Professor Dumbledore that he had arrived in the headmaster's office.

When he came to his senses, Professor Dumbledore was already sitting opposite him.

"It's hard to imagine that a little wizard like you's biggest hobby is not sleeping." Dumbledore yawned, still wearing the robe embroidered with stars and moons.

"I want to sleep, but there are more important things." Harry folded his hands on the table and said to Dumbledore, "You should know that Professor Lockhart is holding a duel club in the hall tonight, right?"

"I know about this." Professor Dumbledore nodded and said, "You are here to talk about Miss Parkinson, right? Severus has already told me about this."

"He already said that?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Professor Dumbledore nodded. "This morning, Severus conducted a thorough investigation of dark magic items in Slytherin College, and focused on testing several students around Mr. Malfoy, the pure-blood students who had a good relationship with him."

"So... Pansy Parkinson is also listed as one of the suspects?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Professor Dumbledore said casually, and asked someone to refill Harry's cup of tea. "But Severus only suspected it, and he has not confirmed who is the one carrying the dark magic items... Even if it is Miss Parkinson, he is only suspicious and has not completely confirmed it."

"The professors in the Chamber of Secrets thought that Voldemort might be being too clever, so he wanted Parkinson to deliberately reveal some of his strength." Harry began to tell Dumbledore about the professors' analysis. "And then let Pansy be defeated by Hermione in front of everyone, thus creating a false impression."

"It is very likely." Professor Dumbledore nodded and said, "Perhaps this is possible, but we cannot invade Miss Parkinson's privacy just because of a guess."

Harry did agree with this point of view. After all, Hogwarts was a school, not a gang base.

"So I talked to the professors about the Chamber of Secrets again," Harry said after a pause, "and the professors all agreed that the place where Myrtle died might be the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, obviously not quite believing this statement.

"If so, why hasn't it been discovered in all these years?" Professor Dumbledore smiled and said, "You know, the place where Myrtle died is the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts... There are many people coming in and out of the bathroom on this floor all year round. Why didn't they find the entrance to this secret room?"

"Professor Rookwood speculated," Harry said, "that perhaps Tom Riddle moved Myrtle's body, creating this illusion... so he suggested that I ask Myrtle if she remembers where she died."

"I think you can give it a try." Professor Dumbledore said noncommittally, "Perhaps you will gain something?"

"If you can really find the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk," Dumbledore said again, "I hope you will come back quickly and don't put yourself in danger. It's best to let the professors solve this problem."

"No need to make a big fuss, Professor," Harry said. "I have discussed with the professors in the Chamber of Secrets and have come to a decision..."

"What decision?" Professor Dumbledore asked curiously.

"That is..." Harry organized his words and said, "After killing the basilisk, don't let this matter out - at least let Voldemort's soul not know about it. After blocking the news, we can create an illusion - for example, you, Mr. Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, have to leave the school because of something, and cancel the martial law in the school, so as to attract Voldemort's soul to the Chamber of Secrets."

"And I will ambush at the door of the Chamber of Secrets with the professors. When he gets here, he will be dead." Harry finally tapped the table and said firmly.

"Not a bad idea." Professor Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction and asked, "Then what do you think you should do to make it seem like I have to leave school?"

"Fire the Headmaster?" Harry asked tentatively.

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, "Only the Board of Directors has the power to fire the headmaster..."

"The board of directors?" Harry was stunned.

"That's right, the Board of Directors." Professor Dumbledore said helplessly, "I am not familiar with anyone on the Board of Directors, and it is impossible to force them to do something they don't want to do."

"I do have an idea." Harry pounded his fist, "But if you really agree with this suggestion, I will find a way."

"Oh?" Professor Dumbledore became interested: "What's the solution?"

"I'll find a way." Harry didn't want to say more.

Professor Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, approving Harry's words: "Well, if you can do that, I will gladly accept my dismissal order."

"Then the good news you are waiting for, Professor," Harry said to Professor Dumbledore, "is that your resignation order is the signal we agreed on... Oh, and there is one more important thing."

"What is it?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"That's it..." Harry scratched his head, "Do you know where Moaning Myrtle is? That ghost. I need to ask her about the Chamber of Secrets."

"Oh, she's in the girls' bathroom on the second floor." Professor Dumbledore said without hiding anything, "If you go there now, you might be able to find her."

"Okay, Professor," Harry nodded.

After leaving the principal's office, Harry headed towards the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

When he reached the door, Harry hesitated.

He felt... wasn't it a bit inappropriate to enter the women's restroom like this?

What if there is someone inside?
"Revilio (Revelation)!"

The spherical detection spell spread out and did not detect anyone in the bathroom.

He entered carefully, raised his wand and cast an illumination spell.

"Myrtle?" Harry asked tentatively. "Where are you?"

There was no response.

He searched the girls' bathroom thoroughly but couldn't find Myrtle.

Where did it go?
He muttered to himself and waited outside the girls' bathroom for a while, but Myrtle didn't show up.

Helplessly, he could only return to the dormitory and plan to come back here to look for Myrtle tomorrow.

On the way back, Harry was still a little depressed.

You say you are a ghost, why don't you stay in your bathroom? Why are you running around for no reason?

The next day, Harry came once in the morning, afternoon and evening, but still couldn't find Myrtle.

On Monday, Hermione saw that he was a little absent-minded, so she sat next to him and asked, "Harry, what's wrong with you? I see you are a little absent-minded."

"Thinking about something." Harry looked up and saw that Seamus and Ron were not there, so he whispered quickly to Hermione, "I want to find Moaning Myrtle, but I have been waiting for a long time in places where she often appears, but I can't find her... Do you know where she is?"

Hermione heard this and looked at Harry with a complicated expression.

It made Harry's scalp tingle.

Oh no, I was so busy asking Myrtle that I forgot she was in the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

"Harry, I hope you didn't go to the girls' bathroom." Hermione said with a complicated expression, "But Myrtle...she always seems to be elusive and not necessarily in the bathroom on the second floor." "Myrtle?"

Cedric, who was passing by, heard Hermione's voice.

"Are you talking about Moaning Myrtle?" He smiled shyly. "I saw her last night, peeping at me taking a bath in the prefect's bathroom...Oh my God, how could there be such a ghost?"

Harry:…

He really didn't expect that a female ghost would peek at his male classmates taking a bath...

"Then do you know where she is now?" Harry asked curiously.

"It seems that I offended some girls in Ravenclaw yesterday, and they pressed the toilet on me - I think it was flushed into the Black Lake." Cedric spread his hands and said, "You are only in the second year, so it's not surprising that you don't know about this, but I still think those people are really too much - there is no need to do this to Myrtle."

"Yes, isn't it just peeking at you taking a bath?" Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"So, what do you want to see her about?" Cedric asked, as if he didn't hear Hermione's sarcasm.

"It's nothing, just talking about ghosts." Harry said half-seriously: "Don't forget what happened tonight--"

He winked at Cedric.

"I understand. Let's meet at the usual time." Cedric nodded and said, "Ah, if I see Myrtle, I'll ask her to wait for you on the second floor these two days..."

At this point, Cedric suddenly leaned over and whispered to Harry, "I hope you don't let the Weasleys know that you went to the girls' bathroom on the second floor, otherwise they will definitely make fun of you."

"I think so too!" Harry nodded in agreement.

"I'll go and help you take a look now."

Hermione was about to go upstairs when she was stopped by Cedric.

"Don't waste your time, Hermione." Cedric said, "I've already said that Myrtle has been washed into the Black Lake..."

"Can ghosts be flushed down the toilet?" Hermione asked in amazement.

"Of course." Cedric spread his hands and said, "Ghosts are magical."

After finally making it to the evening, Hermione went to the bathroom on the second floor during dinner, but found no sign of Myrtle.

Since Myrtle couldn't be found for the time being, Harry could only put the matter aside for the time being - but he also told Cedric not to tell anyone about this.

If Voldemort ever heard about his search for Myrtle, given Tang's personality, he would probably have to shrink back like a turtle.

"Are we going to the Forbidden Forest tonight?" Ron said excitedly, "Oh my God, I've never been to the Forbidden Forest at night. This time, I can proudly tell Fred and George that I went to the Forbidden Forest during the school curfew. Can you guys do that?"

"Of course we can, little Ronnie." The twins' voices sounded from behind, "Do you have any misunderstandings about your older brothers?"

Ron turned around awkwardly and saw his two twin brothers looking at him leisurely.

"But little Ronnie, you are now a powerful wizard who can defeat the fourth-year students." The twins said one after another: "What kind of spells did he learn secretly? Did the Gryffindor Lion teach you many fighting skills in private?"

"Why, you want to learn too?" Harry suddenly appeared behind them.

"Of course we want to learn." The twins said in unison.

"Then we'll decide whether to accept you after we vote in the dueling hut." Harry patted them on the shoulders and said, "We'll deal with your affairs urgently tonight."

"Yeah!" The twins clapped their hands together and reached out to give Harry a piece of candy.

"Fat Tongue Toffee," said Fred.

George immediately followed up, "A candy that works just as its name suggests, it can make a person's tongue swell suddenly..."

"I see. Thank you." Harry put the candy in his pocket. "It's a very good invention. I think you should put more effort into this. Zonko's Joke Shop has been around for so many years, but it still has the same few products. The little wizards in the Muggle world may find it novel, but the little wizards who grew up in the wizarding world must be tired of these old things..."

"That makes sense." The twins' eyes were bright, "I think I should follow your advice, Lion King Harry."

Harry gave an OK sign.

"Then we wish you success - our duel hut will vote on your resolution tonight, so wait for my good news," he said.

"Okay, Your Majesty the Lion King." The twins said funny.

At around seven o'clock, several Gryffindor students came out of the common room wearing invisibility cloaks.

Cedric and the others were waiting on the second floor, and when the Gryffindor students arrived, they gathered together and passed through the unguarded door.

They walked all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then they took off their invisibility cloaks.

"Oh my god, I thought we were going to be discovered..." Hermione said with a lingering fear: "If we are caught, the end may be terrible..."

"This isn't the first day you've broken school rules, Hermione," Ron said with a pout.

Hermione glared at him and said nothing.

The forbidden forest was quiet. A crescent moon hung in the sky. The cold wind blew through the forest, making a rustling sound.

Occasionally, there was a howl from someone who was not sure whether it was from a werewolf or a wild wolf, adding a sense of mysterious fear to the forest.

"Is it a werewolf?" Seamus shuddered, "I heard there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest..."

"That shouldn't be it?" Neville looked down subconsciously, "How can there be werewolves at this time? I think it should be wild wolves - don't worry, there are so many of us, why should we be afraid of wild wolves?"

"That's true, we are wizards!" Megan was also shivering - she couldn't tell whether it was because of the cold or because of fear.

"But..." Cedric frowned and said, "Harry won't let us fight against wild wolves in actual combat, right?"

"Really, Harry?" Ron turned his head.

"Eh?" He noticed that Harry was not with them. "Where's Harry?"

"He was here just now..." Neville shuddered, "I remember he was still there when I walked out, how come he disappeared when I got here?"

"Maybe something delayed him. I remember he was looking for Myrtle." Hermione said.

Ron asked in confusion, "Myrtle, what does he want with Myrtle?"

"Wait!" Cedric suddenly said, "Something's happening! There was a figure over there just now... I saw it!"

Hearing Cedric's words, everyone felt horrified.

Oh my God, there won’t be any dark wizards here, right?

"Isn't that a spider?" Ron asked in horror. He was most afraid of big spiders.

I've heard from my twin brother that there are spiders in the Forbidden Forest. What if it's a spider...

"I don't know." Cedric's voice was a little nervous. He said to the little wizards behind him, "Pull out your wands, what do you say?"

"it is good."

Everyone was glad that Cedric had spoken first, and they drew their wands and looked around.

"I always feel like someone is watching us." Hermione whispered, "Harry is not here now, should we retreat first? In case of any accidents?"

"I think so..." Neville replied hurriedly.

However, just as they were about to back out, a hooded figure suddenly appeared in the forbidden forest.

Under the moonlight, the figure was covered by a hood and the face could not be seen clearly, but it was obvious that he had bad intentions.

As the oldest among them, Cedric naturally stood in front.

The moment he noticed the person coming, he raised his wand and pointed it at the hooded figure.

"Who are you?! What are you going to do!?"

But what answered him was a whooshing sound, followed by a shrill shout that pierced the night air.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light illuminated the forest, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

But they heard the spell, and they also heard something fall heavily beside him.

When everyone finally came to their senses and opened their eyes, they found Cedric lying on the ground.

"No! Cedric!"

Megan screamed, waving her wand at the hooded figure.

"Reducto!"

However, it was of no use, as the hooded figure waved his wand, knocking away her spell, and returned his hand with another flash of green light.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Ron was quick to reach out and pull Megan aside, thus avoiding being hit by the spell.

"What should I do?" Megan asked at a loss.

"Fight him!" Ron roared angrily and threw a spell with his hand.

"Expelliarmus!"

Just as he cast the spell, he heard a familiar voice coming from beside him.

"Expelliarmus!"

They turned around in surprise and found that Cedric had climbed up without them knowing, holding his wand and starting to fight back.

But the hooded figure opposite suddenly became serious. He blocked all the spells, and then used Transfiguration to entangle them one by one, unable to move.

"Who the hell are you!" Ron cursed, "You cunning bastard—"

However, what he didn't expect was that the figure opposite him suddenly laughed.

He was out of breath, laughing so hard that his hood slid down his head.

It's Harry.

"Hahahahaha..."

Harry clapped his hands on his legs and put them down one by one, pointing at Cedric, who was dressed in green, and laughed until he fell down.

Everyone then noticed Cedric's fluorescent green outfit and couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh my god, how did you do that?" Hermione asked curiously instead of caring about Cedric: "The spell you chanted was the Killing Curse, but the one that came out was... Is this a coloring spell?"

"That's the secret." Harry put away his wand with a smile and said to Hermione, "Unfortunately, you haven't met my assessment requirements - so I won't teach you this spell."

"Why?" Ron asked with his mouth puffed, "You are so powerful, how can we defeat you..."

"No, it's not about defeating me." Harry raised a finger and shook it, "It's about your performance - look, Cedric, in such an environment, seeing a hooded wizard appear in front of you, your first reaction is to raise your wand and question his identity? Do you really think he will tell you - 'Oh, my dear Cedric, I'm just here to kill you'?"

Cedric was a little embarrassed. He tried to wipe the fluorescent green off his body, but it wouldn't come off at all.

"And you, Cedric is acting stupid, are you going to act stupid too?" Harry scolded angrily, "If I were you, in this situation, at the very least I would use the Stunning Technique on the unidentified person - and then I would have to add the Smashing Technique to prevent the threat to him from being too small..."

"So how do we pose the greatest threat?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Of course it's just a harmless little curse, my dear Ronnie." Harry rolled his eyes like Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth and thought about it, and it was indeed true.

"This is my experience after countless actual combats." Harry sighed, "In this environment, you are not sure whether the other party is an enemy or a friend. The best way is to greet him with a spell. If he is really your friend, I don't think he will scare you like this."

"But you still scared us like this." Hermione complained with lingering fear. For a moment, she really thought Cedric was dead.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I'm just simulating a real fight." Harry snorted. "If this were a real fight, you would have been dead long ago - but if you can work together to cast some spells on me, maybe you can get a chance to escape."

"I think Harry is right." Cedric, who had calmed down his breathing, gave Harry a sunny smile. "Friends, think about it... this time Harry is demonstrating to us. If we meet a real dark wizard next time, we won't be so stupid and wait for him to send the Killing Curse first. Instead, we will have time to escape - or even defeat him."

"Very good, Cedric." Harry smiled at Cedric. "If you can think this way, it proves that my actual combat exercise this time is not a failure. At least you have gained something."

"So can you remove my paint?" Cedric said a little embarrassedly.

Harry took out his wand and gave Cedric a clean up, removing the green fluorescence from his body.

"It was actually quite pretty just now." Harry held his chin and said, "It's a perfect skull shape, isn't it?"

After that, he took out a few wolves from his wallet.

"Of course, these wolves are not your task." Harry reached out and rubbed the head of one of them. The latter stuck out its tongue and fawned like a Husky. "At least not today - considering your current situation, you should wait until next time for actual combat exercises."

"This is just the beginning. The next time we use green paint, we'll have to wait until nature has worn off." Harry winked at them.

"Harry, how did you do that?" Hermione asked with interest. She wanted to go forward, but she recognized the creature in front of her as a wolf, so she hesitated and did not dare to go closer. She could only watch from outside. "These are wolves. How did you make them obedient? Is it that spell?"

Hermione didn't dare to say the Imperius Curse, so she could only use 'that curse' instead.

"The Imperius Curse?" Harry shook his head. "No, it's best not to use the Imperius Curse on animals - of course, insects like spiders can be used, but I don't recommend you control the spider to jump on Ron's face..."

"Harry!" said Ron angrily.

"I just told Hermione not to do it, you blamed me wrongly." Harry said with a smile.

But looking at Hermione's expression, she was obviously tempted.

If Ron doesn't learn his charms then I will, she thought.

At this time, she had even forgotten that "if you are caught using the Imperius Curse, you will be expelled from school."

This time the field training has been completed, so there is no need to stay outside any longer.

After returning to the dormitory, Harry lay on the bed, cleared his mind, and fell asleep quickly.

Early the next morning, Harry was awakened by a cold touch.

He opened his eyes dazedly and found a female ghost wearing glasses looking at him.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The female ghost put her hands on her hips. "I heard you've been looking for me recently?"

Harry looked at her with some confusion and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Myrtle," Myrtle replied succinctly, "I just crawled back from the Black Lake this morning, and I heard Miss Granger from your college say that you were looking for me... Tell me, what do you want to see poor, ugly Myrtle?"

"Hey!"

Ron and Seamus woke up together when they heard someone talking.

After seeing that it was Myrtle, they both said in unison: "Come on! This is the boys' dormitory! What are you, a female ghost, doing here!"

"It seems that I am not popular!" Myrtle said angrily, and then she twisted her body and complained to herself: "Yes, who would like a pitiful, crying, and ugly Myrtle?"

"Come with me, Myrtle." Harry smiled at her, "After all, some people are still sleeping. I think we need a quiet place to chat."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Myrtle looked at Harry warily. "Since I became a ghost, no one has wanted to chat with me—even your Dumbledore, whose beard I watched grow from red to white, didn't want to talk to me much..."

Seeing that she was about to complain again, Harry said quickly: "Okay, come with me, Myrtle..."

"Oh." Myrtle was disappointed and had to follow Harry.

In fact, she felt pretty good that someone wanted to chat with her. After all, she was not very popular in this castle called Hogwarts.

Harry took Myrtle with him and walked out of the Gryffindor common room and went to an empty classroom on the second floor - the one where the Mirror of Erised was originally placed.

Many people were staring at them along the way. The Gryffindor students were curious about why Harry was walking with Moaning Myrtle, while the Ravenclaw students were curious about why someone would look for Moaning Myrtle...

"Tell me, what do you want to ask?" Myrtle asked directly after entering the classroom.

Harry cleared his throat, trying to find a more palatable question.

"I don't actually have any other questions. I just want to ask you about the Chamber of Secrets."

"What is a secret room?" Myrtle asked in confusion.

"It's the Chamber of Secrets in the Hogwarts legend--" Harry said, then realized that there was something wrong with the way he asked the question.

Myrtle only knew where she died, but she didn't know what the Chamber of Secrets was.

If you want to ask, it would be better to ask in a different way.

Thinking of this, Harry asked, "Actually, I want to ask you...how did you die?"

Who knew that after asking this question, Myrtle's face suddenly fell.

"I knew you were going to make fun of poor Myrtle - goodness, could you little wizards tease someone else?"

"No, Myrtle." Harry sighed: "This matter is very important to Hogwarts - because the monster that killed you is back again. In a short period of time, it has caused several accidents. Believe me, Myrtle, now only you can save Hogwarts!"

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