Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 139: Chamber of Secrets, Basilisk, Tom!

Harry thought that Myrtle was very sensitive about this topic and it would take some time to appease her.

However, what was unexpected was that Myrtle suddenly changed her expression.

"Ouch, I was just scaring you."

Myrtle spun around in the air and giggled as if she were very happy.

"If you want to ask me how I died..."

Her demeanor suddenly changed, as if she was honored to be asked this question -

"Well, since you sincerely want to ask, then I'll tell you...it's actually quite scary to talk about it."

Having said this, Myrtle suddenly paused.

Harry, who was considerate, knew that he had to play the supporting role at this time, so he pretended to be nervous and asked, "How scary is it?"

Myrtle was very satisfied to see Harry like this.

She chuckled twice, cleared her throat and said solemnly: "In fact, the terrible thing happened in the girls' bathroom. I died in that toilet - I remember it very clearly."

Myrtle showed a nostalgic expression: "At that time, my classmate... Olive Hornby from Ravenclaw laughed at me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here - I locked the door and cried inside, and suddenly I heard someone coming in. What they said was very funny, I think it must be another language - but what annoyed me most was that I heard a boy's voice speaking."

"So I opened the door, told him to go away, go to the boys' room, and--"

Myrtle puffed out her chest in a self-important way, her face beaming, "I'll die."

"Can you give me the details?" Harry demanded.

"I don't know," Myrtle said in a mysterious low voice, "I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes, and my whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."

She looked at Harry dreamily. "Then I came back, you know, with all my heart set on getting even with Olive Hornby... Well, she was terribly sorry she had laughed at me for wearing glasses."

"She didn't regret making fun of you for wearing glasses. It's just that you can haunt her after your death and she can't do anything. She compromised helplessly." Harry commented sharply: "Believe me, if you died like this, she would laugh happier than anyone else."

"Uh - that shouldn't be the case?" Myrtle asked hesitantly, "After all, we are all Ravenclaws..."

"Come on," sneered Harry. "You talk as if you're not a Ravenclaw."

"Oh..." Myrtle suddenly realized, "Then I think I should go and settle the score with her again..."

"It's over. After so many years, she might have died a long time ago." Harry sighed, "Do you remember where you saw that eye?"

"If you want to know, I'll take you to see it." Myrtle said mysteriously, "Come on, big sister will take you to see it, go to the women's bathroom..."

While speaking, Myrtle put her face close to Harry's, and Harry could even see the clear acne on the ghost's face.

"Why do I feel like you're not a good person?" Harry had an indescribable look on his face.

"Look at what you're saying." Myrtle put her hands on her hips. "I'm not happy when you talk like that!"

"But we have to hurry." Harry said to Myrtle, "Come on, take me to see where it is first."

"Okay." Myrtle said, and floated up slowly.

"But I suggest you try to keep a low profile and don't let others see you," Harry reminded Myrtle.

Myrtle looked at him in confusion, not knowing why Harry would say that.

"Why? Do you think it's embarrassing to walk with Myrtle?" Myrtle said angrily: "Well, I know you don't like it..."

Harry interrupted her quickly.

"No, you misunderstood." He spoke quickly, "I suspect that the man who attacked you has returned to Hogwarts. I just don't want him to know about it."

"Oh, it's too late." Myrtle said leisurely, "We were seen on the way here. Now I guess all the students in the school know about it——"

"That's still some time, so we have to hurry." Harry said to Myrtle, "You lead the way, and I'll use the Disillusionment Charm to follow you."

Myrtle looked up and down at Harry's expression. Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, she said leisurely, "Well, I never thought that a second-year student like you could perform the Disillusionment Charm... Well, I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom."

After saying that, Myrtle jumped back and floated out of the classroom like she was swimming on her back.

Harry cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself and followed Myrtle's footsteps, arriving at the bathroom one after the other.

The girls' bathroom on the second floor was not often used. That was when Myrtle offended someone, and then someone would come here and flush her into the Black Lake when she wasn't paying attention.

After entering the bathroom, he removed the Disillusionment Charm. Myrtle was startled to see him suddenly appear.

Harry found it a little funny; it was the first time he had seen a person being frightened by a ghost - usually it was the ghosts that frightened people.

"Oh, you're here after all." Myrtle said with a smile. She pointed to the pond beside her and said, "Look, it's right here. If I remember correctly, it's right here."

Harry walked over to the edge of the pool and looked closely.

The pool looked very ordinary, just like any other pool.

"Come and help me look for it." Harry said to Myrtle, "If I'm right, there must be a snake-shaped mark engraved on Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets... You can look for it too."

"How do you know?" Myrtle asked with great interest. Rather than looking for the little snake mark, Myrtle wanted to know how Harry knew this.

"Because I've been to Slytherin's study before." Harry said slowly, "There are always many small snake-like marks outside Slytherin's study. If you speak Parseltongue to the snake, it will activate the mechanism and open the hidden door."

"Is there such an interesting place?" Myrtle was even more curious now. "So, Mr. Potter - no, Harry, can you show me what Parseltongue is?"

"I don't speak Parseltongue actively, Myrtle." Harry glanced at the still excited Myrtle: "I can only trigger this talent passively when I see a snake - if you can find that thing, I can show you."

Hearing what Harry said, Myrtle turned around and helped Harry find the snake mark in the pond without saying a word.

The two of them checked the pool inside and out, top and bottom, even the water pipes underneath.

"Hey, here." Myrtle pointed to the side of a copper faucet. "I remember this faucet. It never worked, no matter how hard I turned it... It seems that this should be the little snake mark you mentioned - well, I found it for you. You should show me the Parseltongue now."

"It seems you take me for some circus member," Harry said helplessly.

He leaned his head over and looked at the little snake.

In fact, his talent for Parseltongue was not obvious at first, but after special training from Omnis, he had mastered some of it.

"Open it," he hissed, as if he was speaking with his tongue.

Myrtle showed a look of surprise after hearing the hissing Parseltongue.

"I knew it!" she said excitedly. "I remember now! That boy spoke Parseltongue, too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the dragon head with the little snake carved on it emit a dazzling white light and begin to spin rapidly.

Then the pool began to move. They watched as it slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a large pipe that was big enough for a person to fit into.

"Is this the entrance to the secret room?" Myrtle asked in astonishment. "I've been here for decades, but I never knew there was a secret passage leading to the secret room hidden in the girls' bathroom on the second floor..."

"Yes, this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." Harry said concisely: "Okay, Myrtle, thank you for your help, but I would like to ask you to keep it secret for the time being until Dumbledore catches the boy who killed you, okay?"

"Don't worry, Harry, I promise to keep it a secret!" Myrtle said, patting her chest.

"Besides," Harry took two steps and found that Myrtle had followed him, so he said, "Just wait here, and don't come down with me."

"Why, are you worried that I will die again?" Myrtle giggled, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm already a ghost, it's impossible for me to die again."

"But according to the book, ghosts who look into the eyes of a basilisk will be petrified." Harry said helplessly: "If you don't want to be the first ghost to be petrified, I suggest you wait here."

"All right," said Myrtle, turning around. "I'll wait for you here."

Harry walked to the front of the pipe, took a deep breath, opened the pipe opening, put a piece of armor under his butt to protect himself, and then slid in along the bottom of the pipe.

This feeling was not pleasant, just like playing on the water slide in an amusement park - Harry once remembered the feeling of being taken to play on the water slide by his cousin Dudley, and that feeling was really... not very good.

The pipe did not go all the way to the bottom, but instead twisted and turned. Harry felt himself constantly bumping against the wall of the pipe, making slight collision sounds. If he hadn't had a piece of armor protecting his butt, he would have been rubbed with sparks.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long. After less than five minutes, Harry finally felt a sense of openness in front of him and he emerged from the pipe.

“Arresto Momento (Shock-stop)!”

Harry pointed at the ground and cast a shock-absorbing and speed-stopping spell on himself, thus avoiding being bumped into.

Although it's not a serious injury, it does hurt a lot when you get bumped.

"Revilio (Revelation)!"

The spell detected no living creatures.

"Lumos!"

He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand lit up with enough light to illuminate the area around him.

This place... seems to be the bottom of the Black Lake?
Harry looked around and found himself in a stone tunnel. The walls were dark and slimy, and seemed to be covered with a thick layer of moss - or maybe some kind of stain.

The tunnel was so silent that Harry could even hear his own breathing clearly.

He tried to move forward, but after taking a few steps, he heard a clicking sound under his feet.

Stepped on a rat's skull.

After walking a few steps, Harry saw the snake skin remaining on the road in front of him.

The light from the wand shone on the snake skin, making it look green and bright.

Without saying a word, he put the snake skin into his wallet.

The basilisk's snake skin is a good thing. It can be used in potions or alchemy.

Even if he doesn't need it, he can still sell it for a lot of money - or, it's not impossible to give it to Professor Snape as a Christmas present. After all, that arrogant old Bat... the old professor also helped him a lot.

After he put away the snake skin, he walked forward, revealing his true form in an attempt to detect potential enemies.

When Harry reached the end of the tunnel, he found a solid wall in front of him, carved with two snakes entwined with each other, with large, sparkling emeralds in their eyes.

This must be it, he thought.

As he stared at the tangled pair of snakes, Harry kept complaining about Slytherin in his mind.

He is truly worthy of being the founder of the Snake Academy. Not only does he have Parseltongue engraved in his blood, he also likes to make everything he handles into snake-like mechanisms... He even keeps a snake monster in the school.

No wonder people say Slytherins are old lunatics, he thought.

With this in mind, he hissed in a deep and hoarse voice: "Open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two snakes squirmed on the wall for a while, and the stone wall cracked in the middle, slowly sliding to both sides, and then magically disappeared.

Harry walked in and found that the view in front of him was suddenly clear - it was no longer a pipe with stone walls, but a spacious and dim room.

Opposite him were many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes. They stood tall and supported the ceiling which melted into the darkness above. Under the dim light, they cast long and strange black shadows on the entire room which was filled with green and mysterious mist.

Harry cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and walked forward carefully, occasionally using his True Shape to detect the creatures around him.

When he reached the last stone pillar parallel to the ground, Harry discovered that there was a statue of a wizard standing at the end of the room.

The statue was level with the entire room, and had a face that looked like an old man with a long, sparse beard that hung down to his feet.

It must be Slytherin, he thought.

Harry walked forward and looked up, and saw a line of words engraved next to the Slytherin statue, which were twisted and crooked, like a twisting little snake.

The words were not in English, but in Parseltongue.

He read it out subconsciously.

"Speak to me! Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four."

Just as he finished speaking, Harry suddenly discovered that the Slytherin statue suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a round, thick black hole.

It seemed as if something was moving inside, making rustling sounds.

It's a basilisk!
In a flash, Harry knew what to do.

Without saying a word, he waved his wand and changed his clothes into Slytherin style.

Then he felt that this was not safe, so he moved his magic wand and temporarily changed his hair into the shape of Omenis.

He snapped his fingers, and a layer of white cloud appeared in front of his eyes through the Transfiguration Spell.

Sure enough, an extremely huge and thick basilisk swam out from the wide-open mouth of the Slytherin statue and coiled around the Slytherin statue.

Harry could feel that the giant snake seemed to be sizing him up.

"Who are you?" A hissing voice sounded, "You are not the little master——Who are you?"

"Little Master?" Harry asked in the same hissing voice, "Who is the little master you are talking about?"

"Tom Riddle." The basilisk's hissing voice sounded again: "It was him who woke me up from my deep sleep... He has the blood of Slytherin, so of course he is my little master..."

I have the blood of Slytherin, so I am your little master?

Harry thought of Slytherin's consistent ideas and associated them with Voldemort's strict pure-blood identification criteria.

Could it be that this basilisk determines its owner based on bloodline?
He decided to ask first. After all, the basilisk didn't attack him directly, it must be because his Parseltongue made it difficult for the basilisk to control him.

Oh, Harry's Parseltongue is not just natural, he also received special training from the Gaunt family. It can be said that even Marvolo Gaunt may not be able to speak the authentic Gaunt accent as he said.

He planned to test it out.

"Is it because he rescued you that you decided to pledge your loyalty to him?" Harry asked.

The basilisk hissed in reply, "No, because he is the last blood of Slytherin... But I am very curious, why is there someone else besides him who can talk to me? Even your words make me want to obey more than his..."

The case was solved, and Harry thought his guess was correct.

This snake monster doesn't care who rescues it, it only cares about who has purer blood.

Thinking of this, Harry decided to teach the basilisk a lesson.

"You bring shame to Slytherin, little snake." He imitated the frustrated tone of a villain and said, "You were deceived by a half-blood bastard!"

"Half-blood bastard?" The basilisk was stunned.

"Let me tell you, little snake!" Harry said angrily, "Do you know? His mother is my niece. Because she fell in love with a Muggle, she used a love potion to make him unconscious, and then there was Tom Riddle! Let me tell you! He is just a stinky half-blood mudblood, and he dared to pretend to be a descendant of the great Slytherin! What makes me even more angry is that you actually believed him!"

After hearing what Harry said, the basilisk went into a state of shutdown.

If Harry could look up at it, he would find that there was obvious confusion and struggle in the basilisk's eyes.

who am I?
Where am i?

What am I going to do?
It understood what the "orthodox Gaunt" in front of it meant - what a damn half-blood, did he come to the Gaunt family to beg for food?
Could it be that... it has been deceived by that 'young master' all along?

"Who are you?" the basilisk asked tentatively.

"Omnius Gaunt!" Harry said proudly, "The great descendant of Slytherin! According to seniority, your 'young master' should call me grandpa!"

When the basilisk heard what Harry said, its body trembled!
Oh my god! It turned out to be the ancestor of the Gaunt family...

But... why so young? It was a little confused.

So he asked.

"Master Omines, why do you...look so young?"

"Because of time magic, little snake." Harry snorted, "Don't you know? I have awakened the inheritance of ancient magic..."

Harry just wanted to talk about ancient magic, but he never expected that after hearing his words, the basilisk made a sharp explosion!
"Ancient magic! Ah! Ancient magic!"

What's going on?

Harry looked at the basilisk that looked like a cricket pupa sprinkled with salt, and secretly took out his wand, ready to use a spell at any time if the situation was not right.

"You have awakened the ancient magic! It seems that you must be the descendant of the great old master Slytherin!" The basilisk's tone suddenly became flattering. "Oh my God, you are really... really great. It seems that I should believe you - you know? Even the old master's children could not awaken the ancient magic... Oh my God, it's an honor, a real honor to meet... such a pure Slytherin heir!"

For a moment, Harry felt like a bad boy who stole someone else's girlfriend.

It was still a lie.

He had no doubt that even if Voldemort appeared in front of him now, he would not be able to control the basilisk in front of him at all.

"Respected young master..." The basilisk swam over and said in a flattering tone: "Please allow me to serve you... Master Tom... No, that half-blood mudblood shamelessly deceived me. He was not even willing to take me out of this secret room..."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzled.

"I don't know." The basilisk swung its tail in frustration, and it hit the ground with a flapping sound.

"If you don't mind, I have a wallet with a traceless extension spell here." Harry said to the basilisk: "But I can understand you. After all, you are a basilisk. He is afraid that you will petrify other people after you go out."

"As long as the master is not petrified." The basilisk swung its tail happily, like a puppy: "You should know that a true Slytherin descendant will not be afraid of the basilisk's petrification spell."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously. He was also wondering why Tom was not killed by looking into the eyes of the Basilisk when he released it for the first time.

"Because the basilisk will not kill those who are born with Parseltongue, and this ability can be controlled." The basilisk said happily: "So, when will you take me out, my respected master?"

Seeing Harry's hesitation, the basilisk stammered twice and hissed, "Master, I can eat less. Don't look at my big size, but I really can eat less--"

"Okay." Harry didn't refuse. After all, it was very interesting to play with snakes.

Harry opened his wallet and suddenly remembered something important.

"But there's one more thing. I need some basilisk fangs."

"Oh, this." The basilisk shook its head and moved it closer to Harry.

Two fangs fell to the ground with a clatter.

"If it's not enough for you, I can shed some more." The basilisk said, "But I need to replenish some food... After all, you know, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Harry hooked his finger and two fangs flew into his hand.

He was still a little worried and didn't dare to bend down to pick it up, so he could only perform a wandless spell.

"What a genius! You are indeed the descendant of the old master!" The basilisk said happily, "Look at this wandless spellcasting!"

Harry smiled, opened his wallet and said, "Come in, I'll get you some food when I get out - how about beef? Would you rather not eat beef?"

"Yes, sir, as long as you don't drop the chicken." The basilisk hissed, "but I prefer to eat the Acromantula - you know, that kind of creature has rich meat."

"Got it." Harry nodded and said, "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet."

"Alfonso," the basilisk replied, "this is the name my old master gave me." "Okay, I see. Come in, Alfonso," he said.

The basilisk swam two steps, and Harry put it in with his wallet.

Even when he put away the basilisk, Harry still felt a little like he was in a dream.

It’s that simple and the basilisk is solved?

What made him even more unbelievable was that he only used a few words to persuade a snake monster to obediently crawl into his wallet...

It seems that it is time to catch up on my knowledge of the Gaunt family, he thought.

He put the basilisk's fang in his pocket, changed his clothes into Gryffindor style again, and used Apparition to arrive at the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

Apparate was not allowed in Hogwarts, but he was in the Chamber of Secrets after all - the Chamber of Secrets was under the Black Lake, so it was not inside the castle.

The first thing he did when he returned to Hogwarts was not to go to the map chamber, but to go directly to the principal's office.

Vivi’s matter is important, but we must not let Voldemort escape.

This time, the gargoyles had already made way for Harry when he stepped onto the eighth floor.

Harry walked into the headmaster's office without any obstruction.

"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore asked happily after seeing Harry: "Why, did you find out anything?"

Harry said nothing, pulled out a basilisk fang and placed it on the headmaster's desk.

Dumbledore didn't understand what Harry meant. He looked suspiciously at Fang and then at Harry.

"So...what is this?" He asked confusedly, looking at the fang that was still oozing black venom.

"Basilisk fangs." Harry said concisely, "I found the Chamber of Secrets. The entrance is in the bathroom on the second floor, but it requires Parseltongue to open it. I really don't know why Slytherin has such a bad taste."

"Because Slytherins love snakes."

Professor Dumbledore reached out and picked up the fang, held it up to the sun and looked at it, then glanced at Harry in shock.

"I never thought that a little wizard like you could fight against the basilisk alone and pull out its teeth..."

As he said this, Dumbledore naturally put the fang into his pocket.

Harry said nothing, but spread his hands on the table.

"Haha, forgive an old man's hobby of collecting." Professor Dumbledore smiled awkwardly, took out the fang and gave it back to Harry: "But I still have to remind you that the venom of the basilisk is highly poisonous. You'd better be cautious."

"Don't worry." Harry nodded and said, "I will definitely pay attention to it."

"But I still don't quite understand how you defeated the basilisk?" Professor Dumbledore asked puzzledly: "Even if you are the descendant of ancient magic, you can still..."

"Of course I convinced the basilisk." Harry spread his hands, showing a typical helpless look. "The basilisk will only obey the orders of the descendants of Slytherin, but I told it the real situation - about Voldemort's life experience. After knowing the truth, the basilisk was furious. He felt humiliated and thought that a half-blood mudblood was not worthy of being a great descendant of Slytherin."

"But you are not a Slytherin," said Dumbledore.

"I got Omnius Gaunt's notes in the crypt." Harry said concisely, "I know that he is Marvolo Gaunt's brother. According to seniority, he should be Voldemort's grandfather...so I pretended to be him."

"Then how did you make it believe it?" Professor Dumbledore was still puzzled: "Harry, I'm just curious. You can choose not to tell it. After all, everyone has little secrets."

"It's no secret that I'm a natural Parseltongue speaker," Harry said with a smile.

"Born with Parseltongue?"

Dumbledore felt that he had been shocked enough today, but nothing was as shocking as hearing that a Gryffindor was born with a Parseltongue.

He opened his mouth and chose to remain silent.

Forget it, let’s not ask anymore.

"So what are your plans next?" Dumbledore asked again.

Harry thought for a moment and then said, "I want Draco to write a letter to his father and ask him to join the school board to put pressure on you and force you to resign."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said to Harry: "If you can convince Lucius, this will be a good plan."

He couldn't help sighing in his heart that Harry was truly the most mentally healthy, physically strong, and most promising little wizard of the same age that he had ever seen.

If we want to find someone who can be compared with him, perhaps the only one is the transfer student from a hundred years ago.

When Dumbledore thought of the transfer student, his eyelids couldn't help twitching.

But he knew that the transfer student was Gellert's biological sister.

"Don't worry, I'll give Lucius Malfoy a reason he can't refuse," said Harry.

After he left the principal's office, he found Miss Farley studying in the auditorium.

Harry left her a small note and walked away.

"Take Draco to the empty classroom on the second floor. I'll be waiting for you there."

After Miss Farley read it, she burned the note.

She pretended to continue reading, and after about five or six minutes, she stood up and called Draco away.

"What did Miss Farley ask Draco to do?" Pansy asked curiously, craning her neck.

"I heard it's about his father. It seems they want to talk about the relationship between their fathers." Crabbe said without raising his head.

Pansy then nodded, said "oh", and continued to sit there studying.

In the empty classroom, Harry was feeding snacks to the basilisk from time to time.

The basilisk in the purse was delighted, swishing its tail and hissing with delight.

Hearing someone coming, Harry whispered something to his wallet and then looked up.

"Harry, what did you just say..." Draco asked with great interest.

"I said someone is coming, I'll feed you later." Harry said calmly: "Parseltongue - you should have heard of this ability."

"Parseltongue?!" Miss Farley and Draco were both shocked.

Parseltongue is a very rare ability, and is usually hereditary - almost all Parseltongues are descendants of Salazar Slytherin.

It must be said that this explosive news shocked these two orthodox Slytherin students.

"Oh my God, Harry..." Miss Farley grabbed her collar excitedly and panted violently: "Are you...are you interested in coming to Slytherin? Oh my God, I believe you will become the best graduate in the history of Slytherin..."

"Even Voldemort can't beat me?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Uh..." Miss Farley thought for a moment and nodded confidently: "Definitely better than him."

"I think so too!" Draco raised his hand. "Too..."

Harry glanced at him.

Draco decided to hold the words back.

He thought indignantly, if you look at me like this, when my great aunt comes back, I will tell her in person, and I’ll see if you dare to be mean to me again!
"We can talk later. I have something to tell you now, Draco," Harry said to Draco.

"Just tell me what you want!" Draco said proudly, patting his chest.

In his opinion, Harry and his great aunt Cassandra were a perfect match!

So the question is, if we look at it this way, Harry is really his ancestor.

Since the ancestors were awesome, wouldn’t he, as the descendant, have something to talk about in the future?

From now on, I don’t need to mention ‘my father’ when meeting people. If I have to mention him, I should mention ‘great uncle’, he thought viciously.

So, my great uncle’s business is the Malfoy family’s business.

"I need you and your father to write a letter explaining the current situation at Hogwarts and to join the board of directors in impeaching Dumbledore." Harry reached out and knocked on the table.

Before he could finish his next sentence, Draco stood up excitedly and interrupted him, "Oh my God! You really have a pair of discerning eyes! I have long felt that he should not be the headmaster! I will write a letter to my father right now!"

"Don't get excited..." Harry grabbed Draco and said, "This is just part of Dumbledore and I's plan. It's not really an impeachment... So you should also tell your father about this in advance to avoid any misunderstandings."

Harry didn't want to take advantage of the Malfoys, so he just said what was going on.

For the people below him, try to tell everything beforehand and don't complain afterwards. This is the rule Mr. Septimus taught him.

"Okay." Draco looked a little disappointed. He cheered himself up and said, "Then I'll write a letter to Dad and explain this matter clearly..."

After arranging Draco, Harry came to the map chamber.

"Vivi." Harry pushed open the door of the map's secret room, held up the basilisk's fang and said with a smile: "Look, what is this?"

"Basilisk fangs?" Weiwei looked closely and asked worriedly, "You...are you not hurt? That's a basilisk that has been sleeping for a thousand years. It must be very dangerous, right?"

Harry couldn't help laughing.

"He still has the mood to laugh, so there must be nothing wrong." Professor Rookwood commented sharply from the sidelines.

Harry told Vivi exactly what had happened in the Chamber of Secrets.

The three professors and Vivi in ​​the map secret room fell into a long silence and did not say a word for a long time.

What to say?

Is this basilisk too stupid, or is Harry too... smart?
"Well done, Harry!" Weiwei said with a smile, "I'm relieved now that there's no danger - what are you going to do next?"

"Hmm..." Harry said after a pause, "I plan to get rid of Voldemort in the school first, and then go to Slytherin's study to rescue you - you know, it's never a good thing to have such a hidden danger in the school."

"You're right to worry." Weiwei chuckled and said, "But you have to be careful. Even if Voldemort is just a remnant of his soul, he is still the most powerful dark wizard of this century..."

"Why do you have to emphasize this century?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Because it was her last century." Professor Rookwood gave Harry a look of disappointment.

Harry: “Oh…”

Weiwei did not deny Professor Rookwood's accusation of being a 'dark wizard' and gladly accepted the title: "Let's just say it's me. Thank you Professor Rookwood for the compliment."

"You actually take this as a compliment?" Professor Rookwood took a deep breath.

"I only care about 'the strongest'." Weiwei said proudly.

"So, are all the materials ready?" Principal Fitzgerald asked from the side. "It should be said that it is indeed satisfying to be able to witness the successful resolution of the matter."

"Yes," Professor Rackham wiped his eyes, "It's really touching. The friendship between a boy and a girl always lasts forever."

"Everything is ready." Harry nodded and said, "By the way, Vivi, how many basilisk fangs do you need? One or two?"

"One is enough." Weiwei said with a gentle look, and then she seemed to think of something important. "By the way, Harry, Gringotts promised you that it would bear the price of the fang. Don't you plan to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune?"

"Money is something that only needs to be spent." Harry said indifferently, "The most urgent thing now is to rescue you as soon as possible... God, I really want to grab Voldemort right now, damn guy, if it weren't for him, I could have rescued you today!"

Vivi covered her mouth and chuckled, and said to Harry: "But you have to remember, Harry, you must bring someone else with you when you go to Slytherin's study."

"Take someone else?" Harry asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"Have you forgotten what happened to Nocto Gaunt? She was Omnis Gaunt's aunt. Because she couldn't use the Cruciatus Curse, she was trapped and died at the door of Slytherin's study..." Vivi sighed: "She was one of the few good people in the Gaunt family. It's a pity that she suffered such a fate. I don't want you to be like her."

If Vivi hadn't mentioned this matter, Harry would have forgotten about it.

But...who should I take with me?
Take Ron? Obviously not... What about Hermione? Forget it. Harry didn't want to cause trouble for Hermione.

"I should think about who to take with me." Harry sighed and said to Vivi, "It seems that there is no one around me who can..."

"Are you stupid, Harry?" Professor Rookwood said again in a tone of disappointment. "Why don't you just catch any dark witch out there?"

"Oh, that's right." Harry suddenly realized. Doesn't this solve his dilemma?

He raised his head again and said, "I hope Lucius will act quickly. If everything goes well, we can actually meet in two days - I mean, meet your true self."

Harry was not completely EQ-reduced and did not say the word "portrait".

However, he didn't know that what was in the secret room of the map was not Vivi's portrait, but her soul.

"Okay." Weiwei nodded gently.

Vivi sighed only after Harry left.

fool……

……

After Harry returned from the Chamber of Secrets, he continued to live his daily leisurely life.

Now that the fangs were in hand, Voldemort had been locked on, and the basilisk had been dealt with - the rest would be left to Lucius and the rest of the school board to handle.

When it comes to impeaching a principal, they are professionals.

Harry was not in a hurry. He was not afraid that Pansy would run away after the martial law was lifted - after all, after Dumbledore was impeached, he was personally guarding outside Hogwarts.

If Pansy, or any other student, tried to throw the notebook away, Dumbledore would surely notice.

On Wednesday morning, there was a strangely tense atmosphere in Hogwarts.

To everyone's surprise, Hogwarts held a board meeting this morning!
This matter was not hidden from the students, because a proud Draco boasted about it in public last night.

"My father is a governor of Hogwarts." He said this, looking very proud.

But it is understandable. Anyone who has a father like this, a school director, would be overjoyed, let alone a young boy like Draco?
Everyone was curious. Not only did they discuss it in the dormitory at night, but they also whispered about it in the auditorium while eating in the morning.

Everyone wants to know what the board of directors is discussing - whether to cut student benefits or to increase the burden on students and make them take more classes.

Or perhaps a bill that would allow young wizards to cast spells freely during the holidays? The Weasley twins said.

But everyone thought it was a pipe dream and said it was impossible.

However, just as they were about to go to their first class, Lucius strode into the Hogwarts Great Hall with his head held high and a proud look on his face.

He walked all the way to the guest of honor seat and stood in front of the principal's seat.

There was a buzzing sound in the auditorium.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Lucius looked around and cast an amplification spell on himself.

"According to the decision of the school board, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is no longer suitable to serve as the headmaster. From today on, Dumbledore is no longer the headmaster of this school. The position of headmaster will be temporarily taken over by me, Lucius Malfoy!"

The whole place was silent.

"Why?" someone asked below.

"The board of directors unanimously agreed that the former headmaster tried to use martial law to cover up his lack of ability," Lucius Malfoy said loudly, "The board of directors deeply regrets the attack on Mr. Colin Creevey, but it does not mean that Hogwarts is in danger... Therefore, starting today, the martial law is officially lifted!"

After saying that, cheers broke out among the Slytherins.

Close behind are Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and finally Hufflepuff.

But Hufflepuff was obviously absent-minded and only responded perfunctorily.

They did not think that Dumbledore was incompetent; on the contrary, they were the students who understood Dumbledore the most.

But it was of no use, since the school board had come forward and Dumbledore had not shown up, it proved that this was already an established fact.

Lucius glanced around the hall triumphantly, then turned and left.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin table out of the corner of his eye and found Pansy smiling strangely.

"Please ask for a leave of absence from today's classes," Harry whispered to Ron, "I mean - all classes."

"Okay." Ron nodded. "What's wrong with you?"

"I have some personal issues to deal with," Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

Ron asked with concern, "Can I help you, Harry?"

"No, it's just a small grudge. I can handle it." Harry said with a smile, "Go to class quickly, I have something else to do--"

Today's three classes are Gryffindor's Charms class alone, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's Herbology class together, and Gryffindor's Transfiguration class alone.

Since he didn't go with the Slytherins, Harry was not worried about being discovered by them. Instead, he lurked at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets early.

He squatted behind the wall where the two snakes were coiled, which was the entrance to the hall, waiting for Voldemort - or Pansy - to arrive.

The pointer on the hand moved one second at a time, from nine o'clock to twelve o'clock, without any movement.

The three pointers continued to move until Harry was bored, when a rustling sound was heard outside.

Harry looked at his watch. It was five minutes past four.

After a while, the wall in front of him split into two sides and disappeared into the rock walls on both sides.

It was indeed Pansy Parkinson, she was standing there with a very evil smile on her face.

"Ms. Parkinson," Harry said suddenly.

"Who?!" Pansy's face suddenly showed fear.

She really didn't expect that there was someone else in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets? !

Harry removed the Disillusionment Charm and appeared before her.

"It's you!" Pansy recognized Harry almost instantly: "Potter!"

"It's me, Miss Parkinson."

Harry looked at Pansy with a half-smile, and after looking her up and down, he gave her a meaningful smile.

"Should I call you Pansy? Or... Tom, Tom Riddle?"

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