Ignoring the students' comments, Weston walked straight into the girls' bathroom on the second floor. It had been abandoned for a long time, and only the bathroom was still in use. Of course, the person who used this bathroom was not a student or a professor, but a group of people.
The famous ghost at Hogwarts is Moaning Myrtle.
"Are you, Weston?" An ethereal voice came over, and Myrtle's blue, translucent figure appeared in Weston's sight.
"Hello, are you Myrtle?" Weston looked at the ghost in front of him curiously. It is said that this is the only known ghost that can shed tears. Strictly speaking, it is considered a rare species. This
Let Weston's research soul burn a little.
"I've heard of you, genius boy!" Myrtle adjusted her glasses and looked at him with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, that's really an honor!" Weston responded with a smile.
"Do you really think so?" Myrtle suddenly floated in front of Weston, a blue halo appeared on her face, and she looked at him shyly, "You are the first to say that."
"Of course, I think Miss Myrtle is very beautiful!" Weston said with a smile.
"Are you telling the truth?" Myrtle smiled happily, "I mean, if you are willing, would you mind having a ghost girlfriend?"
Huh? Weston was confused. What kind of development is this?
"Sure enough, you lied to me!" Myrtle looked at Weston, her eyes quickly covered with a layer of mist, and tears formed like pearls.
"I already have a fiancée, I'm sorry." Weston smiled bitterly.
"Huh, sure enough, handsome boys are all liars! Tom is like this, and you are like this too! Go to hell!" Myrtle said bitterly, suddenly rose into the sky, and rushed into the bathroom, only to hear
There was a "gudong" sound, followed by the sound of splashing water.
Well, it seems that I still need to rely on myself. I originally thought of asking someone to guide me. Weston shook his head helplessly and walked to the sink in the middle of the bathroom. He vaguely remembered that the secret room where the basilisk was located was
The opening location is right here.
Originally, he planned to ask Myrtle, but now...
Weston glanced at the place where Myrtle disappeared, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
There was no running water, and there was a relief of a small snake... Weston observed carefully, and finally found such a faucet on the outermost side of the sink.
To be honest, if he didn't know which one it was, Weston might have ignored this.
This faucet is so ordinary! The other faucets are all made of yellow-orange copper, but this one looks like it is made of dusty iron. It looks so inconspicuous.
"Open!" Weston ordered to the faucet, but his voice made a "hissing" sound, which was a bit creepy. This was the snake language that Weston had learned.
The faucet trembled violently and suddenly disappeared, leaving a hole the size of a thumb. The hole kept rotating and enlarging, and everything around it was distorted, making it look like a special oil painting.
The "oil painting" gradually fell down, fell to the ground, and finally became a huge hole, which seemed to be at least ten meters in diameter. It seems that the "at least fifty feet" mentioned in the original work is really possible.
While guessing, Weston randomly added a levitation spell to himself and jumped down.
This should be the sewer of Hogwarts, right? Weston felt the increasingly pungent smell and secretly guessed in his heart. He didn’t know how Harry Potter and Ron could endure it. Now he felt
It's so annoying.
The smell got stronger as he went down. Unable to bear it, Weston directly transformed into his true form as a fallen angel. He spread his dark wings and stayed in mid-air. Then he quickly added a head-soaking spell on himself.
Completely isolate yourself from those smells.
After taking a few deep breaths, Weston felt that the fresh air had never been so wonderful as it is now. He was stupid because he didn't use it even though he had wings! Weston laughed self-deprecatingly and fluttered his wings.
Zhan, quickly flew downwards.
When he reached the bottom, Weston attached magic to his eyes, and the entire field of vision was like daylight, even though there was no light here.
Looking at the unknown liquid on the ground, which was black and glowing with green light, Weston decisively gave up the idea of falling to the ground.
It’s better to just fly like this. It doesn’t matter if it’s not clean. The main thing is that if you fly, it’s fast enough. Weston said to himself.
Just after flying for a while, Weston saw the huge snake slough. No wonder Harry and Ron almost recognized it as a basilisk at that time. There was no light underground. Looking from a distance, the huge snake slough appeared.
It is still placed in a meandering way, and it does look very similar to a basilisk.
The most important thing is that Weston felt a faint aura of magic from the snake's slough. He didn't know if it was in the snake's slough itself, or if someone had cultivated it for him.
However, no matter which one it is, it is not good news for Weston. There are magic fluctuations on the skin, which means that it either has some special innate magic, or has huge magic resistance, or both.
However, this is interesting! Weston raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and then waved his hand and cast a powerful cleaning spell on the snake. Then he waved his hand again and hit several shrinking spells.
Snake shed, with one final wave, he opened the traceless stretch bag and put the snake inside.
In this case, even if the basilisk is not found, just such a snake slough is enough to pay for it! Weston is in a great mood.
Next, several snake sloughs appeared one after another on the road, but the magic power fluctuations became weaker and weaker, and some of them were broken. Judging from the traces, it should be broken by the basilisk himself unconsciously.
Weston didn't care whether it was broken or not. Whenever he encountered it, he would clean it, shrink it, and put it away, a set of three.
After putting away the last snake shedding, which had almost no magic power fluctuation, a very simple-looking stone door appeared.
The stone gate looks a bit noble, with sparkling silver patterns all around. Ordinary silver will not remain so shiny after such a long time. It is either fake silver or mithril. There is no third possibility.
Looking at the entangled pair of snake sculptures on the stone door and the precious opal in the snake's eyes, Weston silently eliminated the possibility of fake silver.
In other words, these patterns are made of mithril?
Even though Weston is now one of the richest men in the magic world, he can't help but take a breath of air. This thing is notoriously expensive in the magic world. A piece of mithril as big as Silver Sickle is worth the least.
A thousand gold galleons are still valuable but not marketable.
How many silver medals are there on this stone gate now? Are there dozens at least? In other words, just for decoration, this stone gate is worth at least tens of thousands of gold galleons?
Don't forget to take down this door when you come out! Weston secretly made up his mind and looked forward to what he could see next...