Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"What do you know?" Harry raised his head sharply, walked past Ron, and sat down on the other side of Hermione.

"I know what the murderer is." Lowering her voice, Hermione slapped the parchment in front of Harry and pointed her fingertips at the center of countless lines. "It's the basilisk."

Chapter 74: Finding the Truth

"You mean, Professor Snape wants to frame you?"

In the office, looking at the three people who were in a hurry and listening to their analysis, Lin En put down the ancient book in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Snape must have known that Harry could speak Parseltongue, so he deliberately released a snake in class and let it scare Seamus!" Ron was furious and wished he could catch Snape right away.

"Professor, I suspect it was the basilisk that launched the attack." Hermione said seriously, "The basilisk's eyes have lethal magic, but if you don't see it directly, but through reflection from other media, you will turn into stone. This is what Professor Snape taught in class."

Harry also hurriedly added: "Mrs. Norris has water next to her, Colin has a camera, I heard it all in the school hospital, she was burned -"

"I understand." Lynn nodded. "I know all about their situation. Headmaster Dumbledore knows it too. We held a meeting overnight on the day Colin was murdered."

"Besides, Professor Snape only taught you this knowledge in class with the permission of the headmaster." He touched Ron's head.

"What did you say? He..." Ron was dumbfounded and speechless.

"The protection magic I cast on you also has this effect, as well as the light spell I taught Hermione a few days ago. The school is doing its best to protect everyone." Lynn said earnestly, "You know I don't like him very much, but Professor Snape has been patrolling the longest."

Harry was puzzled: "Since we know the murderer is a basilisk, why don't we catch it as soon as possible?"

"Because we haven't found it." Lynn said with a wry smile, "Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is one of the school's greatest secrets. It's said to have only been opened twice in a thousand years."

"millennium……!"

Ron took a deep breath, and shuddered at the thought of a thousand-year-old snake lurking on campus.

"You told me about this, Professor, but I can't find out when the Chamber of Secrets was last opened," Hermione said dejectedly, "and no one would tell us."

"I can tell you now." Lynn took a deep breath, "Professor Dumbledore said at the meeting that this was the first time the Chamber of Secrets had been opened in fifty years. I think he didn't make it public because he was afraid of causing panic - he is also tracking down the whereabouts of the basilisk."

"Panic...if everyone knew..."

Harry had guessed the consequences.

Once the news of the Millennium Basilisk is leaked, all parents will take their children away immediately, and schools will be closed indefinitely until all risks are resolved.

Then he would have to go back to Privet Drive, something he was very reluctant to do.

But if we allow the basilisk to stay in the school for a long time, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fear and sense of responsibility struggled fiercely in his heart.

Fortunately, the struggle didn't last long, because Lynn spoke again.

"The key now is to find the habitat of this basilisk. It may be able to move along the pipeline, but it has to stop."

Lynn stretched out his hands and gestured vigorously to both sides.

"A fifty-foot behemoth must have a secret and large hiding place, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago."

"Pipeline, wide, secret, thousands of years old... this is the clue to the secret room!"

Clues came together in Harry's mind and turned into a cry that came out of his mouth.

There is both the determination of not wanting to go back to Privet Drive, and the joy of discovering the truth.

"We must find it!" he said firmly.

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The Room of Requirement, a dimly lit laboratory.

The brewing potion was still bubbling, and the smell it emitted was not very pleasant.

But the three have adapted.

"I didn't expect the professors to know so much and do so much when we didn't know." Harry said with emotion as he sat in front of a laboratory table.

With the professor’s support, his psychological burden immediately lightened a lot, and he was no longer so worried about the possible comments he might encounter.

Coming out of Lynn's office, his mind was clearer than ever, with only the last bit of doubt remaining.

Who opened the secret room, what was the purpose, and where is it?

This is a series of questions and also a problem.

"Professors are professors after all. Just like protecting the Philosopher's Stone last year, they always do a lot of things silently." Hermione looked calm and wrote quickly.

"But the professors have no idea this time." Ron scratched his head. "This is the first time I've seen Uncle Eric so tired."

"Classes, exam tutoring, clubs... and having to cast protective spells on so many people every day, how can you not be tired?" Hermione glanced at him and snorted in annoyance.

"So we have to help too." Harry said, "We can't let the basilisk hurt anyone again. We have to hurry."

"Didn't Uncle Eric say..." Ron hesitated.

"I know the professor is worried that we are in danger, but we can help find the answers and tell them." Harry waved his hand and said firmly.

"this--"

"I think it's all right." Hermione interrupted Ron, put down her quill, and said in a deep voice, "We have a lot of clues, and they must be valuable when connected together."

Harry also said: "For example, Myrtle, she must be related to this matter. And Malfoy, even if he is not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, he must know something."

Compared to Ron who is usually carefree, Harry and Hermione are the little lions who prefer to rush forward at critical moments.

"...Okay, Malfoy. Anyway, the Polyjuice Potion is almost half done, so we can't waste it."

Under the gaze of his friends, Ron looked embarrassed, but still expressed his agreement.

He is a loyal friend.

"We are still short of two ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion, and I think only Professor Snape knows how to stock them." Nodding with satisfaction, Hermione looked at the two of them and said seriously, "So, we need a plan to steal the ingredients."

A tenacious flame burned in the hearts of the three people.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's living room.

The seriously injured Lockhart limped from the bed to the desk, drank half a glass of water with difficulty, and continued to force himself to sort out the pile of fan letters.

He always seems absent-minded now.

Half of it was due to pain, and the other half was hatred towards Lynn, Snape, even Dumbledore and all the students present that day.

His handsome face had become quite haggard, his hair and beard had not been groomed for many days and were a mess, and the smile on his face had long disappeared.

The gossip reporter named Skeeter was like a dark cloud hanging over his head, which was difficult to dissipate.

Everything that happened in school pushed him into the abyss step by step, and he was completely unable to stop it.

The huge feeling of powerlessness plunged him into deep despair.

The same thing happened to Tom, who had already lurked in the Hufflepuff common room.

Just today, the last batch of little wizards below the fourth grade were all cast under protective spells.

He only had time to grow a little before he lost the safest group of prey.

Although he was in an empty dormitory, he always felt that there was one, no, there were several pairs of eyes watching him from afar.

A strong sense of crisis came from all directions. Although he was temporarily safe, he felt like a trapped beast.

Maybe... I could leave Hogwarts.

He thought so, but he was unwilling to accept it.

He did not get the real inheritance of Slytherin back then, although it seemed to him that he was not far away.

The girl's death disrupted everything. He was forced to close the secret room ahead of time and never had the chance to explore these secrets again.

Until this "resurrection" by chance.

To go or to stay, that is the question.

Chapter 75 Secret Weapon

Ever since they met Professor Eric in his office, Harry and his friends hadn't been able to find him for a whole week.

It was Snape who came forward to teach the Duelling Club the techniques of the Disarming Spell.

The courses on Runes and Ancient Magic were all completed by Professor Barbling, including weekend tutoring for fifth graders.

Even the rune magic training of the three assistants Hermione, Percy and Doris, as well as the Stargazer Club activities that everyone was looking forward to, were postponed.

He walked in a hurry, as if he was racing against time.

This week, the news that Harry was a Parseltongue spread rapidly in the school, and many young Muggle-born wizards were extremely afraid of him.

Even a pure-blood Hufflepuff like Ernie MacMillan.

This made Harry very frustrated, but also made him more courageous.

He is determined to find the person behind the opening of the secret room and the attack and bring him to justice.

This simple and direct approach suits him better than the futile attempt to prove his innocence.

Hermione was in charge of brewing potions and formulating a plan to steal the Boomslang skin, while Harry and Ron kept a close eye on any movement in the school and made a fuss about Myrtle.

The three people had clear division of labor, and the simple plan was advanced quickly.

It seemed to be going well, except...

"Hermione, can you please stop writing? It gives me a headache just reading it!" In the common room, Ron cried out with his head in his hands.

"Do you want to go and explain to Professor Eric in person why you didn't finish your homework? And Professor McGonagall's paper, have you forgotten the look on her face when she saw your homework?"

Hermione raised her head, looking disdainful.

Harry, who was catching up on his translation homework, saw Hermione's expression and immediately distanced himself from Ron.

In addition to being detectives, the three of them also have a main job.

Pay attention in class and be a good student.

At least he wouldn't be put in detention for not doing his homework.

Looking at the empty parchment in front of him, and then at Hermione who had written on several pages in tiny handwriting, even Harry had completed most of the task.

Ronton suddenly realized that he was the only one who had not learned anything and felt hopeless about life.

He had anticipated the possible reactions of Professor Babel and Uncle Eric.

There is also the prefect brother who, although he has become more normal recently, still often criticizes him.

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Pyrenees, Beauxbatons.

Lynn was warmly received when he returned to his hometown.

Compared to Hogwarts, which only recruits students from the UK, Beauxbatons is much larger, with multiple professors working together in each subject.

As the founder of the ancient magic discipline and the leader of the past three years, he has a high reputation here.

Wherever he went, there were enthusiastic teachers and students who would pull him aside to reminisce and chat - and there were also people like Furong who used every opportunity to ask questions, which made Euphemia frown secretly.

But Lynn was always in a hurry.

He had an important mission on this trip and asked for help from his best friend and alchemy mentor.

......

......

"It seems that Dumbledore's plan failed, so the leadership fell into your hands."

Nicolas Flamel said happily as he read Dumbledore's handwritten letter.

Lynn smiled and nodded. "I lost control once and scared him. Now he's busy fighting the garbage in the Room of Requirement."

"This is good news." Nicolas Flamel picked up the glass bottle on the table, took a sip, and smiled happily, "I have been annoyed with this little guy for a long time. He has schemed against so many people, and it is his turn to suffer the consequences."

"I think so too." Lin En was smiling and agreeing, but suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Wait a minute, isn't this the elixir of life that I brought you last time? I remember you were -"