Chapter 158 Guess

Professor McGonagall's brows also knitted together, and she didn't even notice that her peaked hat was worn crookedly.

"Filius, is this black magic or ancient magic? Can you tell?"

The category of magic is important, ancient magic, while rare, still has ways to break it, and dark magic often means one thing - no counterspells.

Professor Flitwick stood on his feet beside the hospital bed, the wand in his hand gently shaking back and forth on the stiff Filch, but no matter how many detection spells he used, he still could not determine the real situation. .

Sean leaned against the cold stone wall of the infirmary alone, frowning as he thought about all this.

This is unreasonable... The Chamber of Secrets needs the heir of Salazar Slytherin to open, and Tom Riddle is at best in a state of remnant soul...

The most important thing is that Riddle was just killed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald last school year. Even if he has become less smart because of the Horcrux, he is not stupid enough to send his diary to the school. Come to Hogwarts.

Just consider Tom Riddle's notebook as a low-probability possibility... Sean muttered to himself.

So who opened Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets again?

Could it be that besides Riddle, there is another successor that no one knows about?

At the scene of Filch and Edmund's murder, the writing on the wall was full of violence.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and those untrustworthy dirty blood people, those Mudbloods who are not qualified to sit in Hogwarts, must be eliminated!

Just from the handwriting, you can see how aggressive and violent that person is, which is the main reason why Sean stopped the students from leaving the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall, what should Edmund do?" Hagrid walked into the infirmary.

Hagrid held a huge fan in his hand, and he fanned Edmund, who was covered in darkness, all the way to the infirmary.

"Thank you, Hagrid, please get Edmund to the hospital bed." Professor McGonagall said.

The expressions of the professors became more serious. After all, even the disembodied ghosts had become like this.

Sean walked over and asked softly: "Professor, what do you think of the attacker?"

Professor McGonagall and his colleagues looked at each other. Normally, these things are not something that a second-year wizard needs to get involved in, but Sean's words seem to be something that can be discussed...

"Nothing in mind, Mr. Wallop, what did you think of?"

Sean nodded, and he said directly: "I think the attacker is a Parselmouth, and he/she manipulated the basilisk in the secret room."

"We also saw the writing, but the Chamber of Secrets is just a legend..." Professor Flitwick said sharply, but he didn't sound very confident.

"There is a saying in the ancient East that it is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist. At present, the basilisk is the most reasonable explanation." Sean said.

"Oh ho ho, Sean, that's a good idea, but the Chamber of Secrets is just a legend," Lockhart interjected, "I'm sure this is the effect of a transformation torture spell. I've seen it many times when I was traveling. It's true. It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time, otherwise, I could have saved poor Mr. Filch."

"He's not dead, he's just petrified," Newt, who had been silent, spoke up. ("Ah, I thought so too!" Lockhart said). Newt ignored him and turned to look at Sean. , "Sean, how do you explain the situation of Mr. Filch and Edmund? According to legend, there is indeed a terrifying monster in the secret room, but no one knows what it is. How can you be sure that it is the basilisk? And , if the basilisk really exists, then according to records, anyone who looks at it will die directly."

"I happened to see a book in the library a few days ago," Sean lied casually. "It talked about the basilisk. This horrible creature was first hatched by the despicable Helbo, and Helbo Poe was a Parseltongue, and so was Slytherin.

"Obviously, because of the terrifying characteristics of the basilisk, anyone who looks directly at it will die directly, so only a Parseltongue can become its master. All of this is in line with the characteristics of Slytherin."

Sean looked at Hagrid again: "Hagrid, you moved out of the hut because of the Forbidden Forest, right?"

Hagrid touched his head: "Oh, yes, yes, I moved out from there."

"Then we can find a few people to go and have a look near the Forbidden Forest tomorrow. I think there is a high probability that the roosters raised in the school will have only feathers, because the crowing of the roosters is fatal to the basilisk. In fact, you can also find other places to watch now. Look, for example, the broom room has been abandoned for a long time. The basilisk is the natural enemy of spiders. The spiders in the castle should be busy moving now."

"Sounds reasonable, but you still haven't explained why Mr. Filch didn't just die." Newt asked, but it seemed that he already believed it, and now it was just to let Sean explain more clearly so that others could Believe it too.

Sean glanced at the stiff person and ghost on the bed: "What if it wasn't a direct look? For example, Filch saw the basilisk's eyes through Edmund's translucent body. This was not a completely direct look, so He was not dead, just petrified. Edmund looked at the basilisk, but it was clear that he was a ghost and could not die again."

"Of course, this is just a conjecture, but combined with the handwriting on the secret room being opened and the legend of the secret room, this conjecture has a certain possibility."

"But how does the basilisk move around in the castle? It's not a bird-snake, and it can't shrink its body freely." Professor McGonagall asked unconsciously. She felt that Sean's statement was a bit whimsical, but it sounded very reasonable. .

"Water pipe," Sean said, "The secret room is obviously built in an unknown corner of the castle. Although the basilisk has an extremely long lifespan, it still needs to eat. No one has found any signs of the basilisk for so many years, which proves that it It has always been able to move in hidden places, and the drainage pipe of Hogwarts leads to the Black Lake, which is a good place to hunt.”

The professors looked at each other, and Sean's reasoning seemed very reasonable, and it made sense everywhere.

"A reasonable guess, which reminds me..." Lockhart wanted to brag about his experience in Ouagadougou, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him mercilessly: "We are talking about business, Lockhart. Mr. Hart.”

There was an awkward silence, and Lockhart took a step back.

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses and said seriously: "Everything is just a guess, Mr. Wallup, but I will tell Dumbledore what you think."

Dumbledore hasn't shown up yet, and he seems to have been away from school lately.

7017k