Chapter 57 Fifty Years Ago (Please Read Later)

Chapter 57 Fifty Years Ago (Please Read~)

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and looked enlightened.

"You seem to have something to say?" Harry did not continue, looked at him and asked.

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

Harry looked at him expressionlessly.

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

"I suspected Tom was Voldemort."

"But no evidence was found. After the investigation, the Ministry of Magic hastily concluded that it was Rubeus who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry sighed: "Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Did Professor Snape start stuffing feces into people's brains at that time?"

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

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

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

"It seems that their Care of Magical Creatures class must be 'T'. I don't remember that the eight-eyed giant spider can petrify people." Harry shook his head. He had dealt with this kind of creature a lot and knew a lot.

Highly poisonous, but with almost no significant magical abilities.

"No one was petrified, only one student died." Dumbledore shook his head, his tone heavy, "After Hagrid was expelled, the Chamber of Secrets came to a halt."

"The Ministry of Magic probably thought they had a very interesting case."

"I've always suspected Tom."

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

Parseltongue.

What a natural reason.

"You did it on purpose again?" Harry suddenly asked.

Dumbledore was stunned: "What do you mean on purpose?"

"Voldemort." Harry waved his hand, "Did you put it in on purpose again?"

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

"In fact, I was also surprised that Severus didn't check it out."

Snape looked ugly and nodded with difficulty, but he didn't want to speak and express any opinions on this.

He always felt that Dumbledore had bad intentions and wanted to hold all matters related to Harry's safety in his own hands.

But now...

The problem happened to be with him.

His face hurt a little.

He clenched his wand, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

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

"Parseltongue." Harry replied, "It's not a common talent."

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

"But now there are no traces left. It's not something that anyone can do to deceive my senses."

Deceiving the witcher.

This is something that is difficult to happen.

Harry continued: "The content left by Slytherin is to find the immovable serpent in the school, shout to it to open, and you can find the door to the chamber of secrets."

"Immovable serpent?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "Very good, Harry, at least we can find out Voldemort's first secret."

Harry stood up: "Solve this as soon as possible, I'm very uneasy."

A person lurking in the shadows, most likely Voldemort.

Don't know where he is?

Don't know how he sneaked into the school.

Hogwarts is really too safe.

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

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "You are the headmaster, and I am only in the second year. You have no necessary reason to let me participate this time, right?"

"You just need to find a motionless snake in the castle, not to catch snakes in the Forbidden Forest."

"I am very busy this year."

As he said, he squatted, paused, raised his hands, and gestured six: "I have activities six days a week, professors' detention, Quidditch training, and I have to think about the Gryffindor trial."

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

Harry ignored him and said fluently: "You can solve it yourself, right?"

"Call me when you need to use Parseltongue."

Snape then said: "Dumbledore, I even began to doubt whether I really put fecal stones in your brain."

"Wake up, Mr. Potter is just a twelve-year-old boy wizard. Even if he is slightly better than the troll, he is only at the level of sixth or seventh grade. Do you want him to die?"

Dumbledore nodded, said nothing more, waved his wand, and lifted the spell on the door.

Bang--

The door was immediately slammed open, Lockhart rushed in, staggered, and fell into Snape's arms. He raised his head and showed an awkward but polite smile: "There may be something wrong with the office door. I couldn't open it just now."

"Then fix the door well. Now, immediately, immediately, open it for me." Snape's tone was cold.

Lockhart stood up.

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

Lockhart was stunned: "Is that all?"

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

Snape snorted coldly, glared at Dumbledore fiercely, waved his robe, and flew out of the office like a bat.

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

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

The room became empty in an instant.

Lockhart was at a loss, turned his head to look at his portraits-the white mist had not yet dissipated, he waved his fist in despair, if he had known earlier, he would not have gone to see Filch off, what a great thing he missed!

This could have been the most important story chapter in his new book "Days at Hogwarts".

It's all because of that door.

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

Bang-the door suddenly made a muffled sound and fell down like mud.

The spell successfully destroyed the door.

Gryffindor Common Room.

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

"Do you know who did it?"

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

Harry replied softly: "I just heard some noises and some clues, and provided them to the professors. I don't know who it was."

He remained calm, his eyes swept over Neville, Ginny, and the faces of several other people who did not appear in the hall.

Ginny seemed to be still immersed in the influence of the Deathday party, her eyes were dazed.

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

The faces of the other people were not unusual.

When the people around dispersed.

Harry lowered his voice and said to the two of them: "The painting I took back records the news of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

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