Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

"The entry requirements are probably just to scare people. I can handle those spiders..."

The young wizards are eager to prove their strength.

So, at around nine o'clock in the evening, Harry and others came to the third floor, only to find that it was crowded with people, but surprisingly not noisy.

They squeezed through the crowd with difficulty. Harry followed Fred and the others in a daze. Suddenly, the ground in front of him loosened and he almost fell.

Someone held him up, and Harry hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you--"

"It seems that Mr. Potter, who just won the game, still misses the feeling of being on the broom, so much that he has forgotten how to use his legs."

A cold, sarcastic voice came from above his head. Harry froze and slowly raised his head, only to see the professor he hated the most.

Snape, who was pulled in to work overtime, was holding a list. He swept his cold and empty eyes over the bustling group of students around him. Then, everyone pushed and shoved to make room for half a meter of space.

Only Harry was left standing in front of Professor Snape, accepting his cold gaze.

Next to him, the twin brothers were winking at him, signaling him to be braver.

Harry finally understood why there were so many people here and yet it was so quiet.

He took a deep breath, prepared to be picked on, and said, "Professor, I'll take up the challenge."

Snape's expression was as grim as ever. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Harry. Although he didn't say a word, Harry felt that he had been despised from head to toe.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, and then heard the professor in front of him say:

"Iron Armor Spell."

"What... Oh, oh! Armor protection!"

Harry fumbled for his wand, but luckily he was already familiar with the spell and completed it smoothly.

Snape said nothing more and let him into the empty classroom.

When Harry entered, he found that a strange professor with disabled hands and feet was waiting inside.

He tried not to focus his eyes on the mangled legs and arms, and asked quietly, "Professor?"

"Oh, Harry Potter!"

Professor Kettleburn patted him excitedly with his only good hand.

"I'm going to retire soon, and I thought it would be impossible for me to see you take my class! I didn't expect that there would be such an opportunity in the end."

"Um... hello, Professor." Harry said awkwardly, "What do I need to do?"

"You have to know what you're facing first, and if you feel scared, you still have a chance to back out," said Professor Kettleburn.

"Faced with... what?" Harry didn't understand.

"Hmm, a thousand-year-old fellow. I can't believe there's still such a big fellow hiding in Hogwarts... I submitted my retirement report too early."

Professor Kettleburn said regretfully, pointing his wand at the wall next to him.

Harry turned his head and suddenly felt that the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

A pair of yellow-brown eyes stared at him, and a terrifying sense of crisis came over him!

Chapter 268 This is the girls’ restroom!

"what is this?"

Harry couldn't help but scream. He knew he was like a frightened little girl at the moment, but he couldn't help it.

"Basilisk."

Professor Kettleburn stared at the lifelike portrait on the wall in fascination, his fingers slowly sliding over the emerald green scales that seemed to move.

"If a rooster egg is hatched by a toad, it will give birth to this serpent monster with extraordinary powers. It is very large and can grow up to fifty feet. Its fangs are extremely poisonous, but the most dangerous thing is its eyes."

"Eyes?" Harry repeated, looking again into those dangerous yellow eyes.

"Anyone who looks into its eyes will be killed instantly."

Professor Kettleburn said the terrible words lightly: "This basilisk has lived in Hogwarts for thousands of years... It is equivalent to living with us every day..."

Harry imagined...

When he was eating with his classmates, reading, or attending class... a murderous monster was lingering nearby...

He couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but question: "If that's the case, why didn't anyone see it?"

"It's moving in the pipes - Dumbledore has confirmed that."

Professor Kettleburn smiled and pulled a huge scale from his pocket.

He slowly stroked the scale, revealing an obsessed smile:

"See? This is what I found when I sneaked into the pipe... Thanks to my lost arm and one and a half legs, I can easily enter places that others can't enter..."

Harry looked at his mutilated limbs and felt a mixture of sympathy and a strange fear.

However, he saw this strange professor looking at him as if he were weighing meat.

"Come to think of it, you are small and thin, and your limbs are flexible. It should be more convenient for you to get into the pipe. Maybe this is why Dumbledore asked you students to challenge the basilisk..."

Harry shuddered uncontrollably, but thinking of Dumbledore, he calmed down.

Impossible... Dumbledore is not that kind of person...

And he also has Parseltongue... Everyone says that this is the language that can control snakes.

The basilisk was scary. But Harry thought that if he didn't go, other students who were facing the basilisk might be in danger; but if he also participated, Parseltongue might be able to help...

With this feeling, when Professor Kettleburn asked him again if he wanted to quit, Harry gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously.

"Well then... good luck to you, kid." Professor Kettleburn looked at him sympathetically and said, "Come back alive."

These words immediately made Harry's heart hang in his throat.

But the words were out, and he couldn't back down. Harry could only bite the bullet and walk through the room.

Then I saw Michael unexpectedly.

"…Michael?" Harry called out.

"Well, surprised?" Michael asked with a smile.

"I thought it was some professor..." Harry said truthfully.

"Everyone else saw the professor. I was waiting for you." Michael said, motioning Harry to follow him: "Wade needs your help with something."

Harry hurried after him, and through the door they found themselves in an empty corridor.

He hesitated for a moment and reminded Michael: "Michael, I still have to participate in the challenge..."

"It's about the challenge." Michael said, "Without you, this game can't go on."

"Why?" Harry demanded.

"The entrance is blocked," Michael repeated what Vader had told him.

Harry remembered what Professor Kettleburn had said before and asked:

"Isn't the entrance in the pipe?"

"The place opened by magic is too narrow. If we encounter danger, it will be the end. So we need a wide enough passage."

——Wade can’t open any door, so he still needs my help?

Harry was confused and didn't understand what was going on, but Michael was pulling him along very fast, as if he was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to catch up.

Afterwards, he found that the corridors around him were becoming more and more familiar, and the place in front... was clearly the girls' restroom where boys were not allowed to enter!

"Wait, wait, Michael!" Harry's face turned green as he pulled the person in front of him and asked, "Should we go in?"

He emphasized: "This is the girls' room!"

Michael smiled, "Don't worry, there's no one in there but Moaning Myrtle."

"Who?" Harry asked.

As a boy, he never went near the girls' restroom, so naturally he didn't know what myrtle was.

"The female ghost who always stays in that toilet." Michael introduced briefly: "Because she often makes trouble, no one comes to this toilet. Wade is waiting for you here."

"…Ved?"

Harry was shocked again.

He had been shocked so many times today that his reactions had begun to become numb, but the news that Vader was in the girls' room stirred him again.

As he spoke, Michael had already pushed open the bathroom door. Harry saw Wade at a glance, and to his surprise, Dumbledore was beside him.

These were two people who would never be associated with peeping into the ladies' room, and seeing them both there, Harry's embarrassment and nervousness disappeared.

Dumbledore and Wade stood side by side, bending over a faucet. The golden-red phoenix stood on the headmaster's head like a unique hat.

There was also a short and fat female ghost next to her. She looked like a student, wearing thick glasses, with an ordinary appearance and a gloomy expression.

Harry guessed it was 'Moaning Myrtle'.

She seemed a little embarrassed and excited next to the principal. She hid her body in a toilet cubicle and secretly observed them.

——This is really a strange combination.

Harry thought.

He tried to ignore the eerie, teal-tinted eyes above the cubicle and greeted, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Vader."

"You're here, Harry." Wade stepped aside a little and said, "Come and see."

Harry hurried over and Michael followed curiously.

Then they discovered that what they had been observing was a copper faucet with a small snake carved on the side.

"Um..." Harry asked, "What's so special about this?"

Vader said, "Look at it and try saying 'open' in Parseltongue."

"Parseltongue?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore subconsciously, then asked curiously, "Didn't you learn it too?"