Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

“Gellert, let’s find the basilisk first.”

“We cannot allow a basilisk to appear in Hogwarts Castle, even if it was the pet of that great wizard back then.”

Dumbledore's expression was grave.

So, a three-headed dog will do, right?

Facing the basilisk: Basilisk, you are too dangerous, I need to seal you away!

When dealing with a three-headed dog: Be careful not to hurt it. Just play some music to lull it to sleep.

What kind of behavior does a hot mom from Harbin exhibit?

Luke almost burst out laughing when the thought suddenly popped into his head.

"Little Luke, what's wrong? Did you foresee something again?"

Dumbledore noticed the change in Luke's expression and his eyes lit up.

Could Luke's precognitive abilities really be related to Voldemort?

Kill one to foresee a part of the future.

Given this triggering condition, should he wait until later to leave behind a fragment of Tom's soul?

If some major, unclear event happens someday, cut off a small piece and destroy it, then let Luke foresee the future?

Dumbledore has probably been spending too much time with his old flame lately, and his moral standards have dropped considerably.

"Ah! That's right, I foresaw the secret chamber where the basilisk was hiding."

Luke was suddenly called upon, but luckily he reacted in time and answered the question posed by Dumbledore.

"Where?"

Dumbledore was delighted.

As expected, Luke did not disappoint him. Compared to the cryptic divination teacher in the academy, Luke's prophetic abilities were like those of a chosen one of fate.

He can watch whatever he wants!

Grindelwald: So?

"Headmaster, think about where that little girl who was killed by the basilisk forty years ago has been staying?"

"Girls' restroom!"

Dumbledore suddenly realized.

Myrtle didn't know how she died. After she died, she sat on the toilet in the washroom for a long time before a student came to find her.

That's roughly what the scene was like.

Are you sulking here again, Myrtle?

"Professor Dippert sent me to see you."

Then, the little witch named Oliver Humbell saw Myrtle's corpse.

What could possibly attract a ghost to stay in the bathroom?

It was simply that myrtle's resentment was subtly compelling her not to leave, although another reason was that the Ministry of Magic had ordered her to stay at Hogwarts.

He should have realized it sooner; Tom had already begun researching Horcruxes back then.

Dumbledore immediately led a large group of people to the girls' washroom without stopping.

The two Weasleys lying on the ground have been carried away by house-elves to keep Professor Quirrell company.

At that moment, in the girls' washroom, Myrtle was weeping uncontrollably.

"Nobody wants to make me sad! What a joke! My life here has been filled with sorrow and no joy, and now that I'm dead, people still won't leave me alone!"

The new little witch complained that the girls' washroom on the second floor was flooded every day, which was overheard by Myrtle.

She automatically interpreted this as someone still hated her and wished her dead, so she started locking herself in the toilet stall and crying and making a scene.

Although she is now dead.

At that moment, the door was suddenly opened.

"The school principal?"

Myrtle was stunned.

Why are you in the girls' restroom in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, Principal?

And he even knocked on the door of a female ghost.

"Myrtle, were you in the washroom the whole time?"

Myrtle sniffed and wiped her wet eyes. Although she was a ghost, she looked no different from a normal human.

“That’s right, Headmaster, I’ve been here the whole time.”

She floated up and left the cubicle.

They discovered that not only Dumbledore was standing outside, but also the heads of all the houses, and a very handsome boy.

Myrtle stared intently at Luke, feeling as if she had seen a boy in the bathroom many years ago.

He's handsome too, but not as handsome as Luke.

"Have you heard any other voices, or animal sounds? Myrtle? Myrtle!"

Dumbledore called her name twice before Myrtle came to her senses.

"No, no!"

Myrtle lowered her head and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore was somewhat disappointed.

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Chapter 81 The Missing Little Boy

The other professors behind her noticed Myrtle's reaction and their expressions varied.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout smiled, seemingly remarking on how wonderful youth is.

No, Myrtle has been dead for almost forty or fifty years, how can she still be so young?

Professor Snape remained expressionless and casually pushed away Professor Flitwick's hand that was patting his waist.

"Luke, where is the secret room?"

“Here you are, Professor Snape.”

Luke stepped forward and pointed to a faucet carved with a small snake.

"However, the secret room can only be opened using Parsleyan speech, Principal. Does anyone in the school know how?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry should have been able to, but the Voldemort fragments on him had already been detonated, so Harry's Parseltongue talent naturally disappeared.

Old Deng himself could only understand snake language, but he didn't speak snake dialect.

"Let me do it, Albus."

"Gellert said."

Dumbledore was puzzled. When did his old flame develop the talent for Parsleyan speech?

Then, Grindelwald waved his wand and unleashed a dark spell.

Bang!

The women's restroom exploded.

"Iron armor protection!"

"Gellert, cough cough, you should have explained how you were going to open it beforehand!"

Dumbledore shook the dust off his clothes and said irritably.

Myrtle stood to the side, her eyes brimming with tears; her grave had been blown up!

Gellert shrugged. This wasn't a live tutorial for a young wizard.

Besides, tell me whether the door was open or not?

The snake-shaped faucet had disappeared, and the pool had been blown open, but no water was spraying out.

What comes into view is a very thick water pipe, large enough for a person to crawl inside.

If we follow Slytherin's usual practice.

He definitely dug more than one tunnel and then simply used a water tap as cover.

Using dark magic to conceal it is just basic tactic; perhaps the entrance actually connects to another extended space.

However, Gellert, the sixth brother, used dark magic with effects such as locking and instant death, which forced the entrance to the secret chamber to be blown open at a fixed point.

Mind-based magic is terrifying.

False magic: chanting spells, conjuring magic circles, and making sure the special effects are sufficient in the early stages.

True magic: a wave of the wand, a flash of white light, seemingly ordinary yet possessing immense power.

Dumbledore remained silent, but this was not the time to concern himself with such trivial matters.

He tapped his wand lightly, and a beam of light shot into the passage.

"So, Albus, have you found the basilisk?"

"It's coming!"

Dumbledore's expression tightened, and he gripped the Elder Wand more tightly.

The other deans were also on high alert, with Professor Snape firmly protecting Luke behind him.

"Follow behind me, close your eyes, and use the Senses Charm. I taught you how."

Professor Snape grabbed Luke with one hand and held his wand in the other.

The scraping sound kept coming; something was coming.

Several professors also stood in front of Luke.

Grindelwald looked relaxed; the little basilisk was nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, the giant object shot out.

It was about fifty feet long, with a dark green body, cold and ruthless yellow snake eyes, and a cut on its body.

That was the wound left by Professor Snape's Unseen Strike.

The basilisk's scales can deflect some spells, but Professor Snape's signature ability doesn't seem to be included.

Hissing sounds continued, and Grindelwald raised his hand and unleashed a Cruciatus Curse. The basilisk twisted and charged forward.

With Draco not by its side, Dumbledore felt relieved and forced it back with a roar of flames.

Two great and legendary wizards fight side by side.

The hospital directors were initially worried that the two elderly people might suffer a back injury or fall over.

After all, the combined age of the two of them is almost equal to the founding history of the United States.

However, the group quickly relaxed.

The basilisk seemed to be getting old, like it had dementia, and all it knew was to keep charging forward.

Despite being covered in wounds, he refused to stop his attack.

Luke noticed this and realized something was wrong.

With Draco not around, the basilisk attacked like a madman.

"Professor, we need to deal with the basilisk as soon as possible."

Luke whispered a reminder.

The deans found it somewhat strange.