The four of them waited silently at the corner of the corridor.
"You only saw this arm, right?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Where's the blood? It's impossible to break an arm without blood flowing out, right?"
Snape shook his head slightly, "At that time, Filius and I only found this broken arm at the door, and no obvious blood stains on the ground."
Professor McGonagall entered the girls' bathroom and walked around, but found nothing strange. "We will search the castle and look for areas we missed before. We must find the injured students."
The three of them discussed it for a while, each determined the search location and left the bathroom.
"Should we follow?" Harry gestured with his long mouth, staring at Professor McGonagall's leaving figure.
Joel shook his head, motioned for the three of them to follow him, and stepped into the girls' bathroom first.
"What did you do in the girls' bathroom?" Haylis lowered her voice, "Bernie isn't here!"
Joel looked back at Harry and Ron with confused expressions, "Don't you know there is a ghost here?"
"Who?" Harry asked subconsciously, "Moaning Myrtle?"
Only then did Joel realize that it was only March 1st. There were still more than two months before the original book ended with the Chamber of Secrets killing the basilisk. Hermione had petrified and left the scene early. Without He Aotian's help, Harry and
Ron was like a weaned baby, his ability to find clues plummeted, and he still didn't know Myrtle's true identity at this time.
The four of them stepped into the spacious girls' bathroom. Joel lifted the effect of the phantom spell on them, revealing their bodies.
"Yes, she was the victim of the secret room opening 50 years ago." Joel opened the door one by one and entered the bathroom stall. He found Myrtle squatting on a toilet, plugging her ears with her two index fingers.
, shoulders trembling slightly and turning his back to everyone.
"Myrtle, take it easy," Joel soothed the ghost in as gentle a voice as possible, "We mean no harm, did you see anyone enter the bathroom today?"
Myrtle didn't respond, as if she didn't hear Joel's words.
"Can ghosts also block their ears to block sounds?" Ron asked blankly, "This is really a strange thing."
Hearing this, Myrtle turned her head sharply. She was a fat girl wearing glasses. She stared at Ron and said angrily: "You Gryffindor brat, when you die, you will become...
The ghost will find that no matter what you do, you can't stop those disturbing sounds. They are buzzing annoyingly around you. I heard everything that happened before. Are you satisfied now?"
"Okay Myrtle," Joel smiled kindly, using his limited experience in dealing with ghosts, "Can you tell us what happened before?"
Myrtle glanced at Joel, who was facing the wind, and her tone became gentler, "There are a few professors who came in before you..."
"What we were asking was earlier," Haylis eagerly stepped forward to speak, "did you hear a boy's voice?"
Myrtle glanced at Haylis, her eyes resting on her and Joel's tightly connected palms. She said slowly, "I saw a blond man chasing a fat man at the end of the corridor on the second floor."
"Selwyn, you must stay here today, don't force me to do anything." Myrtle pinched her throat and made a high-pitched voice.
"The boy didn't say anything," Myrtle giggled. "He just kept running. You could tell he was scared, but it didn't help. The blond man shot a spell and almost hit me. I quickly jumped into the toilet to hide.
I stayed in the sewer for a quarter of an hour before I got out, and by then the two of them had disappeared."
"It's Lockhart!" Ron and Harry blurted out. "He wants to capture Selwyn!"
Haylis felt a tightness in her chest, and huge sadness surged into her heart, "Joel, do you think Bernie..."
"It's too early to draw conclusions now," Joel said very calmly, "Myrtle, can you tell us about how you died fifty years ago?"
When it comes to death, Myrtle stands out with her tall breasts and is quite proud of herself. She is the youngest ghost in Hogwarts. Unlike those ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, she still has a clear memory of death.
Jin Niang likes people to ask her how she feels about death. Unfortunately, no one in Hogwarts has been willing to talk to her about this topic for 50 years. Most students will make harsh laughs or throw water balloons when they see her.
Hit her hard.
"I remember very clearly that on the day of my death, my roommate Olive Humbe laughed at me for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here."
"I locked the door and hid in the cubicle crying. Suddenly I heard someone coming in. What they said sounded very funny to me. I guessed it must be another language, Hebrew or something like that, but the most disturbing thing was
I was annoyed that I heard a boy's voice talking in the girls' restroom, so I opened the door, told him to go away, go to my boys' restroom, and then—"
Harry and Ron were a little impatient.
"Then what?" Joel asked in a gentle tone, knowing that Myrtle was trying to sell her off, "What did you see?"
"I will die." Myrtle was very proud.
"Dead?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "That's it?"
"I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes, my whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..." She lowered her voice and looked at Harry in a daze, "Then I
I came back and wanted to settle a score with Olive Humbe. As soon as I approached her with my new ghost body, she burst into tears and said she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses..."
No one wanted to hear the rest of the story. Joel looked around the girls' bathroom, trying to find the sink in the original novel. There were six or seven sinks in the bathroom, big and small. He bent down to investigate carefully, and just now
Clues were found in a pool at the back of the compartment.
On the side of the copper faucet, a lifelike snake is engraved.
"Well... this faucet is broken," Myrtle said. "It hasn't produced water since I became a ghost fifty years ago."
Joel twisted it gently.
"Harry." he called softly.
"Huh?" Harry was struggling with Myrtle's words, his delicate brows knitted tightly.
"Talk to this faucet in your Parseltongue," Joel pondered for two seconds, "Just say 'open', can you do that?"
The remaining three people and one ghost all focused their attention, and Harry felt a little stressed.
"I'm not sure if I can use Parseltongue just by facing the pool without a snake, but I will try my best...ahhhhh!" Harry trembled at the end. Fortunately, Ron had quick eyes and quick hands and stepped forward.
She covered Harry's mouth to prevent his screams from coming out.
Joel was holding a cobra in his hand. It was quite aggressive. It tried to raise its body and spit out the cobra, and its neck and abdomen expanded into a circular fan shape, which shocked everyone.
"Don't panic, it's just a simple transformation spell," Joel said indifferently, "Can you use Parseltongue now?"
How could this transformation be so simple? Harry cursed, looking at the cobra twisting uncomfortably in Joel's hands, he felt that even Hermione couldn't cast such a realistic and flawless transformation.
"Open!" Harry stared hard at the cobra, his eyeballs bulging out, as if he had a blood feud with this cobra, and his mouth smoothly made a hissing sound, like a snake spitting a message.
There was a humanized expression of doubt in the cobra's eyes, and before it could react, it turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the air.
After Harry spoke Parseltongue, the faucet suddenly emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.
Immediately afterwards, the pool also started to move. The four people and a ghost watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could allow a person to get in.
"This..." Hailis covered her mouth, "Is this the entrance to the secret room?"
"I think so," Joel looked at the dark water pipe. "If what Myrtle said is true, the eyes of the monster in the secret room should be aggressive. Please remember to take protective measures."
He couldn't directly tell that the monster lurking in the secret room was a basilisk, because they had too few clues now, and it was difficult to deduce the true identity of the monster in the secret room from these clues.
"Do you two want to go down?" Joel and Haylis stood in front of the water pipe and looked at Harry and Ron. Myrtle disappeared in the blink of an eye and probably got into the toilet again. It was okay.
Ghosts have no sense of smell, otherwise they would be sick to death.
"Of course!" Harry and Ron straightened their backs. They were Gryffindors who were brave enough to move forward. How could they be afraid?
"Should we inform the professors?" Ron's adaptability has become much stronger during this period, and it's also thanks to Hermione being petrified by the basilisk in advance, otherwise Ron's mind would definitely not be so bright - as long as Hermione is here
, Ron basically doesn't know how to use his brain, and he is right to follow He Aotian.
Joel took a deep breath, waved his magic wand, "Call the gods to protect you!"
A thick cloud of silver mist emerged from the tip of the staff and lingered in the air for a long time. A raven was trapped inside. The silver mist was so thick that the patron saint could not get out.
Time passed by, and Haylis rarely became impatient. Every moment of delay, her brother Bernie's hope of survival would be reduced by one point.
"Calling the gods to protect you!" Joel shouted, the memory of having just traveled to the magical world flashed through his mind, his heart was throbbing, and he was filled with longing and longing for a better life in the future.
The patron saint raven in the silver mist was infused with faith and became more powerful. It broke through the shackles and pushed away the silver mist, hovering above Joel's head, swallowing up all the surrounding silver mist, and its silver body became more and more condensed.
In fact, in the end, it almost looked like a real raven, except that the surface feathers were coated with a layer of silver.
The raven landed on Joel's head and pecked his hair affectionately twice.
"Find Professor McGonagall and bring them here." Joel gently stroked the raven's feathers, and the soft touch felt good.
The raven flew half a circle around the bathroom and then jumped out and disappeared from sight.
"You actually know the Patronus Charm?" Ron's eyes widened, and his mouth was so big that it looked like he could stuff a banana into it. "Percy doesn't know how to do it until now. He showed off to us last time that he can."
See the animals in the silver mist."
"When I get back, I will go find Percy and let him know that there is someone out there. Joel is only in third grade and can summon a physical Patronus." Ron said happily. Every time he saw Percy's face turn red and white.
His embarrassed expression made him feel relieved.
"I'll go down first, and you guys follow me," Joel said. "It might be a little dark underground, so don't act rashly and just follow my command, okay?"
The three of them nodded in unison, and Joel didn't hesitate anymore and got directly into the water pipe.
The water pipe tilted downward for a certain distance and then fell vertically. Joel felt a sense of weightlessness. He could see that other water pipes around him were much thinner than this water pipe. It must have been Slytherin's design when he built the Chamber of Secrets.
It has been considered to reserve this water pipe as the exit of the secret room.
After falling straight for a certain distance, it started to twist and turn again. Joel was dizzy. It was difficult for him to discern the direction in this situation. How deep was it? Joel felt that he had fallen dozens of meters. This
The falling process was still going on. Joel looked down and still couldn't see the drop.
After making two more turns in the water pipe, he finally landed on the wet ground. Joel immediately moved to the side before he could rest, and Halys, Harry and Ron fell after him.
"What is this place?" Harry asked softly, echoes lingering in the darkness.
"Fluorescence." Joel softly used the spell, and a little light came out from the tip of the wand. The brightness was well controlled by him and could only be used for lighting.
With the faint light, they could clearly see the area they were in. It was a dark and long tunnel. The walls and ground of the tunnel were covered with green moss, which was slippery to the touch. There were sporadic water drops falling from the top of the tunnel.
"Are we at the bottom of the Black Lake?" Haylis's voice was trembling. She was close to Joel's body, trying to draw some warmth from him.
Joel held his girlfriend's soft and slender palm tightly and waved the wand in his hand to create several black strips of cloth. "Everyone, remember, if you hear any strange noise, cover your eyes."
Everyone took the cloth and followed Joel's example, wrapping it around their foreheads and tying a knot at the back of their heads. This way they could quickly pull the cloth up to their eyes if something unexpected happened.
The tunnel was silent as the four people walked forward little by little. They could only hear the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the walls.
With a creak, they stepped on several animal skulls, which made them even more vigilant.
"What's in front of you?" Haylis whispered into Joel's ear with a breathy voice.
He looked intently and raised his wand. Behind him, he could hear Harry and Ron taking deep breaths.
Five or six meters away in front of you, there was a huge green snakeskin. It was so green that it made your head feel cold, and it was empty inside.
"How big must this guy be..." Everyone looked at this huge snake skin about 25 feet long and felt timid.
At this time, there was a sudden rush of footsteps in front of him.
"Who is it?" Joel increased his magic output, and the tip of his staff became brighter and brighter, dispelling the darkness in the road ahead.