Chapter 333 The little bat that is born out of blue
When Snape and Harry returned to the girls' bathroom on the third floor, everyone was more curious about their strange atmosphere than the house elf who had finally been caught.
"You don't have to be afraid." Hermione seemed to be a different person, being particularly gentle to Dobby who was hiding behind Harry.
Fred and George had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Even Vincent felt very uncomfortable.
"No one will hurt you, I can guarantee that."
Snape sneered, "Miss Granger, I advise you not to waste your overwhelming sympathy on your enemies."
"He is not an enemy, Professor." Hermione instantly changed back to her original tone of voice, "He knows about the Chamber of Secrets and knows that Harry will be in danger."
"But he wouldn't even give a hint."
She pursed her lips and said, "Maybe you scared him."
"This is because of a guilty conscience."
"He is afraid, afraid that Professor you will hurt him."
"You only see lies on the surface."
Hermione was speechless.
It's not because Snape is right, but because the two have different concepts.
Wizards believe that house elves are born to be a enslaved class and will not feel any pity whether they live or die.
Coming from a Muggle family, she is the complete opposite.
She looked through the entire thick "History of Magic" and couldn't find anything about the origins of house elves.
There are several rumors, one is that he was defeated and became a slave, and the other is that he was created by wizards.
The goblins once rebelled, but they are still managing Gringotts well.
Creation is even more impossible.
The magic of house elves is completely different from that of wizards.
So why?
She is more likely to be a house elf who is easy to bully, and was deceived by wizards in very ancient times when even survival was a problem.
Seeing her silence, Snape took it for granted that he was right.
At this moment, Vincent said:
"I have been to the United States during the summer vacation. The house elves there all wear decent clothes and can even work to support themselves."
"Are you sympathizing with them?" Snape sneered, "Wayne, I thought you wouldn't have such emotions."
"It's not sympathy." Vincent looked at Dobby who was cowering behind Harry,
"I will not be arrogant about anything. I prefer to believe everything I see with my eyes."
"Well said!" Fred and George clapped.
Who at Hogwarts can defeat the old bat with just one sentence?
Only the little bat is better than the blue!
Snape snorted coldly, not intending to argue any further.
Flitwick tried to smooth things over at this time: "The most important thing now is to open the secret room and deal with the basilisk and the hidden man."
"That's right." McGonagall walked up to Harry, "Things happened suddenly. I will tell you everything after it's over."
"No - you can't -" Dobby stuck out half of his head, "Dobby can't put Hart Potter in danger."
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Snape glared at Hermione.
Again and again.
House elves losing their respect for wizards is a very serious problem in itself.
He tried to prevent Harry from returning to Hogwarts, and later even wanted him to be seriously injured and drop out of school.
This is still an extremely dangerous signal.
"There's no danger." Vincent took out the last two pairs of glasses and said,
"We have the youngest Dean here in history. Ten Lockharts combined can't stop him."
"Really?" Dobby timidly leaned forward to catch a pair of glasses for Harry.
"If he was fake, he would have been kicked out of Hogwarts long ago."
Snape scowled.
What does the sum of ten Lockharts mean?
Is this suitable for someone who sleeps like a dead pig?
Slow down, calm down...
I almost fell into this little bastard’s trick!
Can a majestic thousand-year-old basilisk be solved by a potions professor like him?
The more Snape thought about it, the more unconvinced he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he glared at Vincent.
Vincent put away the last pair of glasses, "Professor Snape, you will protect us, right?"
"Hoho——"
Low-level, but extremely effective.
Flitwick and Sprout were staring at each other.
There is an old saying in the far east, which is: to hit a snake, you must dig out the roots first.
Snape was so talented that he earned the title of Potions Master in his twenties, and he was notoriously difficult to deal with.
Hit your self-esteem and dig into your pain points.
It's not thorough, but it can be considered a grasp.
Apart from Harry and Dobby, no one else was too surprised.
Vincent stopped as soon as he was satisfied, without irritating Snape's fragile little nerve.
He doesn't want to end this petty quarrel, and he has to wait at least a few more years before he can take action.
"Let's get started." McGonagall patted Harry's shoulder, "Relax a little, it doesn't matter even if you can't open it."
It was impossible not to be nervous. Even if Slytherin shaved his head again, he would not be able to relax at all.
Vincent took a few steps forward and lifted up his black cloak to cover Snape.
Harry, who was wearing glasses and a bat-eyepatch, was still tongue-tied, and he couldn't even form a decent sentence after holding it in for a long time.
"Can't you?" Snape stepped forward and patted off the black cloak that was blocking him, "Potter, it seems you need some help."
He pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry, and cast a snake summoning spell equivalent to Draco's level.
From the black mist exploded by the tip of the staff, a long black snake shot out.
Vincent turned and raised an eyebrow at him.
Snape pretended not to see it and controlled the little snake to come to the marked faucet.
"Hiss——"
Harry stared at it and suddenly felt that he could do it.
"Hi shar hao sar——"
Under the gaze of eleven pairs of eyes, the faucet emits a dazzling white light and begins to rotate rapidly.
The pool below slowly sank until it disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe.
Vincent visually judged that the size was just right for an adult, and the basilisk could barely get in and out.
Snape lit his wand and looked down the inner wall of the water pipe.
Not too long, not too smooth.
At the very end, there is a bottomless stone tunnel.
McGonagall took out her wand and waved it towards a compartment door, turning it into a bundle of slender ropes.
She pointed to the mouth of the water pipe, and the rope quickly penetrated in as if it was alive.
Half a minute passed, and a minute passed.
It didn't seem to touch the bottom until the rope was about to run out.
"There are many bends, and the depth exceeds the range of Hogwarts' protective magic."
Even Harry frowned.
Exceeding the magic range means that as long as the exact location is known, any wizard with high magic power can use phantom to enter and leave freely.
Ratcha Slytherin obviously would not make such a stupid mistake.
If there was free access, Hogwarts would have fallen more than ten years ago.
There must be an anti-Apparition spell in the secret room, a powerful magic that will not dissipate automatically for nearly a thousand years.
Perhaps the magic inside, like the magic around the castle, will automatically absorb the mana that students accidentally escape.
Or maybe Salazar Slytherin alone could create magic that would last for thousands of years.