Fifty Years Ago (Please read~)

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, his expression suddenly clear.

"It seems you have something to say?" Harry didn't continue, looked at him, and asked.

Dumbledore nodded, waved his hand, motioning for them all to sit down, and cast a restraining spell to lock the door of the office: "Your words solved a confusion in my heart, and it is also the thing I feel the most regretful..."

Harry looked at him expressionlessly.

"Fifty years ago, the Chamber of Secrets was opened." Dumbledore paused and slowly talked about the past, "A student died at that time."

"I suspected that Tom was Voldemort."

"But no evidence was found. After investigation by the Ministry of Magic, they finally concluded that it was the secret room opened by Rubeus."

Harry clicked his tongue: "The Chamber of Secrets opened by Hagrid?"

"That's when Professor Snape started stuffing bezoars into people's brains?"

As he spoke, he squatted, paused, raised his hands, and made the sign of six: "I have activities six days a week in the evenings, the professors' confinement, Quidditch training, and I have to think about Gryffin."

A lot of trials."

Dumbledore interrupted him and smiled softly: "Good night."

"They don't need me to do anything." Snape sneered, "Maybe putting some feces in there can make them smarter."

"You're just looking for a motionless snake in the castle, not in the Forbidden Forest."

"Okay, what did you say?" Lockhart adjusted his collar and asked curiously and confidently, "I should be able to help you. I have encountered such a thing before, that village...

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"That's it for now, Principal Dumbledore. See you later." Harry waved his hand and turned to leave.

Dumbledore was stunned: "What's intentional?"

Harry replied softly: "I just heard some noises and some clues to provide to the professors. I don't know who they are."

Hogwarts is so safe.

Snape looked ugly and nodded with difficulty, but did not want to speak or express any opinions on this.

This is something that rarely happens.

The problem lies with myself.

Parseltongue.

Gryffindor lounge.

It's all that door's fault.

Deceive the witcher.

"Then repair the door and open it for me now, immediately, immediately." Snape's tone was cold.

But now...

The door was immediately slammed open, and Lockhart rushed in, staggering, and fell into Snape's arms. He quickly raised his head and showed an awkward but polite smile: "There may be something wrong with the office door.

Problem, I just couldn't open it."

"The Ministry of Magic probably thinks they have a wonderful case."

A man lurking in the shadows, who is most likely Voldemort.

Very poisonous, but has few notable magical abilities.

"Do you know who did it?"

"I'm actually surprised that Severus didn't even check it out."

Dumbledore nodded, said no more, and waved his wand to lift the spell on the door.

He remained calm and glanced at the faces of Neville, Ginny, and a few others who were not present in the auditorium.

This can obviously become the most important story chapter in my new book "Days at Hogwarts".

What a natural reason.

"Voldemort." Harry waved his hand, "Did you let him in on purpose again?"

"I've always suspected Tom."

Harry continued: "The content left by Slytherin is to find the immobile snake in the school and shout to it to open it, and you can find the door to the secret room."

"And how to cause trouble for Slytherin." Snape added in a faint tone.

Dumbledore looked sincere: "Harry, I really didn't do it this time."

He raised his wand and waved it gently, trying to cast a spell to repair the door.

The house instantly became empty.

The spell successfully destroyed the door.

"No one was petrified, only one student was killed." Dumbledore shook his head and said in a heavy tone, "After Hagrid was expelled, the matter in the Chamber of Secrets stopped."

"This is indeed ridiculous." Dumbledore sighed, "But at that time Rubeus secretly raised an Acromantula, which was already bigger than a human head, and the Ministry of Magic caught the 'evidence'."

"Be clear, Mr. Potter is only a twelve-year-old little wizard. Even if he is a little more powerful than a troll, he is still only at the level of sixth or seventh grade. Do you want him to die?"

"Whenever you need to use Parseltongue, just call me."

Lockhart stood up abruptly.

Harry ignored him and said smoothly: "You can solve it yourself, can't you?"

Bang - the door suddenly made a muffled sound and collapsed like soft mud.

My face hurts a little.

Dumbledore nodded and stood up: "Professor Lockhart, thank you for lending us your office."

Harry stood up: "Resolve this matter as soon as possible, I am very uneasy."

He squeezed the wand tightly and his breathing became faster.

"Harry, won't you help me?" Dumbledore invited.

"Did you do it on purpose again?" Harry suddenly asked.

He always felt that Dumbledore had bad intentions and wished he could hold everything related to Harry's safety in his own hands.

Lockhart was at a loss and turned to look at his portraits - the white mist had not yet dissipated. He waved his fist in despair. If he had known better, he would not have sent Filch off. What an exciting thing he would have missed.

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"Gryffindor is the heir of Slytherin, and they don't even think about how ridiculous this is."

I don’t know how he sneaked into the school.

"Now we know how he found Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

"Of course I hope it's some little wizard."

Other little lions also gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

"But now there are no traces left. It can be hidden from my senses. Not just anyone can do it."

"But, you suspect it's Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked, "Why can't it be another little wizard?"

Snape then spoke: "Dumbledore, I'm even beginning to wonder if I really put feces in your head."

"I'm very busy this year."

Don't know where he is?

"Parseltongue," Harry replied, "is not a common talent."

Snape snorted coldly, gave Dumbledore a vicious look, waved his robe, and wandered away from the office like a bat.

Bang——

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "You are the principal, and I am only in my second year now. You don't have any necessary reason to let me participate this time, do you?"

"The Immovable Snake?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "Very good, Harry, at least we can uncover Voldemort's first secret."

When Harry came back, Ron and Hermione greeted him: "Harry, what did you say to Principal Dumbledore?"

"It seems that their Care of Magical Creatures class must be 'T'. I don't remember that the Acromantula can turn people to stone." Harry shook his head. He had dealt with this kind of creature a lot and knew a lot about it.

Ginny seemed to be still immersed in the influence of the death anniversary party, her eyes were in a daze.

Lockhart was stunned: "Have you finished talking?"

Neville's face turned pale and he was a little frightened - if he had come back earlier, maybe the person hanging on the torch would not be Mrs. Norris, but him.

The expressions of the other people didn't look strange either.

Wait for the people around to disperse.

Harry lowered his voice and said to the two of them: "The painting I got back contains news about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

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