Chapter 210 Harry: What Kind of Teammate Are These?

Crabbe took the petrified Colin and Justin into the water pipe and disappeared into the dark passage in the blink of an eye.

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, all the clues were connected by this thread.

The entrance to the secret room is in the bathroom sink. The basilisk can easily enter the pipes of Hogwarts Castle and use the pipe system to travel throughout the school.

Back then, Myrtle encountered the basilisk that had just come out of the secret room and died on the spot.

The most unexpected thing is that the secret room has always been right under their noses. Hermione and Loren cooked polyjuice potion in this bathroom during the day, and Crabbe opened the entrance to the secret room at night and released the basilisk to murder.

"He, he is the heir of Slytherin. The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is in Myrtle's bathroom..." Ron turned pale with fright, "We have to tell Professor Dumbledore about this as soon as possible!"

"No, it's not us, it's you." Harry said solemnly, "I have to follow him and keep an eye on him."

Ron looked at him in disbelief: "Are you crazy? That thousand-year-old basilisk might be hiding under the secret room."

Harry took a long breath and looked meaningfully into the darkness of the pipe: "I know. But he took Colin and Justin away, and I must follow him to prevent them from being killed before the professor arrives. Being used as dinner for the basilisk."

Ron's face flushed with anxiety, but he couldn't find any reason to refute him.

"I'll try to delay it as long as possible,"

Harry patted him on the shoulder and smiled with a fake smile, "You have to run faster and find the professor as soon as possible to save me, otherwise I may become the basilisk's dessert."

He took a few steps back, leaned on the stone platform beside the pool, turned over, jumped into the dark pipe and disappeared.

Ron glanced at the entrance of the pipe, picked up his sleeves and wiped it on his face, sniffed, and ran quickly.

"They thought you were the heir, why are you working so hard..." The boy's complaint on behalf of his friend was filled with uncontrollable crying.

The inner wall of the pipe was filled with sticky, wet liquid. The dirty mucus accumulated over the years allowed Harry to glide smoothly without worrying about bruises. The pipe twists and turns, winds seven times and eight times, and the slope is very steep all the way down.

Occasionally, he could hear a slight collision around the corner, and Harry knew that he had slipped to a very, very deep place under the school, even deeper than the underground classroom, and deeper than the Slytherin common room under the Black Lake. .

Harry had been sliding in the pipe for too long, and when Harry panicked, he suddenly slipped out of the mouth of the pipe and fell to the wet ground with a pop.

Harry was worried about the safety of Colin and Justin, so he immediately got up and ran along the dark stone passage. He quickly caught up with Crabbe, with two stiff bodies floating behind him, walking slowly inside.

"In order to bring these two people out, I didn't even eat dinner. Can the magic ritual you mentioned really allow me to directly master knowledge and become extremely powerful?" Crabbe's voice sounded in the silent, empty underground chamber. echo.

Harry, who was following behind, watched suspiciously... Who was Crabbe talking to? Could it be that there was an accomplice wearing an invisibility cloak beside him?

A thin black snake crawled out from Crabbe's collar, crawled along his clothes and onto his shoulders, and made a hoarse human voice: "Of course, Horcruxes have magic power that you can't imagine. Fusion of our souls, You will have direct access to my knowledge and even all the magic I know."

Hearing the sound, Harry's steps stopped, and the scar on his forehead began to burn and hurt again.

Horcrux, what is that?

What is soul fusion?

Why did the snake trigger his scar? Was Voldemort possessed by that snake?

Suppressing all doubts in his heart, Harry fell behind Crabbe and saw a huge thing coiling around the entrance of the tunnel from a distance.

"Basilisk!" He suppressed the horror in his heart and refrained from making any sound.

But the strange thing is that Crabbe and the black snake just walked around on their own as if they didn't see the basilisk.

As Harry got closer, he realized that it was just a snake skin. The snake skin was shining with bright green light, and it looked like the skin of a venomous snake.

A rough estimate puts the animal that sheds this layer of skin at least twenty feet long.

Harry's heart trembled, and he silently prayed that Ron would come with the professor as soon as possible. He might not be able to make the basilisk's dessert, and could only serve as a side dish to accompany the meal and fill his teeth.

"Open." The thin black snake opened a solid wall with a low, hoarse hiss.

After waiting for a while, guessing that they were gone, Harry followed them in.

The long, dimly lit room has many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes, towering up to support the ceiling that melts into the darkness above, casting long and strange black shadows into the entire room that is filled with green and mysterious mist. film.

Not far ahead, Snake was still explaining Horcruxes to Crabbe: "Most mediocre people think Horcruxes are very evil magic and treat it as a taboo. But this is a vulgar idea, just like the Muggles in the Middle Ages. All magic is the same as the power of the devil—they fear it, so they depreciate it.”

"By killing people, you split a part of your soul, and then seal the split soul fragments and hide them in an object outside your body. In this way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you will not die."

The words of the thin snake were like the whisper of the devil, faintly resounding in the secret room, and his tone contained an unknown sarcasm, "Because there is still a part of the soul left in the world that has not been damaged."

Harry tried his best to control his breathing, but the thoughts in his mind were like the most turbulent waves in the sea, constantly tumbling, making him feel dazed.

It turns out that this is Voldemort's secret, and this is why he cannot be killed.

"What does this have to do with knowledge and power?" Crabbe asked softly, and he seemed to be shocked by the words of the snake.

"Haha," Xiao She chuckled twice, "the split soul is not isolated. It still maintains a mysterious connection with the main body of the soul."

The thin snake's body stood up, and the snake's message hissed into Crabbe's ear: "I am going to share the secret of immortality with you - placing my soul fragments in you, and through the mysterious connection between souls, you can Master my knowledge, my magic..."

Crabbe asked happily: "Then will I become as powerful as you? Will I become the third Dark Lord?"

"Sssssss~" The thin snake kept spitting out messages.

It was Parseltongue, Harry recognized it, and the snake said "Idiot!"

A deep chill suddenly surged in his heart... It was fake, magic and knowledge were fake. Voldemort just wanted to trick Crabbe into cooperating with the ritual and accepting the fragments of his soul.

What did Voldemort want to do?

Crabbe led the two stiff bodies to the last pair of stone pillars, leaving Colin and Justin at the feet of the Slytherin statue.

It was a statue as tall as the room, with an old, monkey-like face and a long, sparse beard that almost reached the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone.

"What do you need me to do?" Crabbe asked excitedly, he couldn't wait to become as powerful as the Dark Lord.

The thin snake swam from his body to the ground: "You kill one of them——"

"Stop your evil behavior, the righteous Lockhart will never allow you to do this!" A warm, high, and positive voice came from behind.

…

half an hour ago.

Ron's head was dripping with sweat, and his red hair became wet and hung on his scalp.

He was running as fast as he could in his life because every second he missed could kill his roommate Harry. But things didn't go smoothly.

Dumbledore's principal's office, he was stopped outside because he didn't know the password.

Professor McGonagall's office was empty.

Professor Flitwick's office was empty.

Even in the Potions Office on the ground floor, Snape wasn't there.

"Where are the professors? Where have all the professors gone?" Ron covered his face and wailed in despair. He only had the last choice.

Swinging his lead-like legs, he arrived in front of Lockhart's office. The sound of pages turning in the room made him feel happy.

Ron pushed the door straight in and revealed what happened in a flurry: "Professor Lockhart, go and save Harry! Crabbe kidnapped Colin and Justin, and Harry chased him into the secret room!"

Lockhart, who was writing a letter to Rita Skeeter, raised his head and put down the quill in his right hand. His eyes flashed with a spying light: "Oh...Mr. Weasley..."

"According to you, Crabbe is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Lockhart asked.

"Yes!" Ron urged urgently, "Go and save Harry!"

The yellow candlelight in the office was not very bright. It was reflected by the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door and barely illuminated the room. The wind in the corridor blew in from outside, causing the candlelight to sway gently.

Lockhart's position was facing the flame core in the mirror. The candle in the mirror suddenly swayed to the right, pulling people's eyes and making them slightly dizzy. Lockhart's head, which had been sitting at his desk for a long time, was dizzy for a moment.

The adventure of the secret room...

Material for the new book…

Fame, power, money... countless temptations passed through his mind, but he suppressed them for the time being and calmly considered the issues of safety and ability.

Lockhart whispered to himself, "Can I handle Crabbe?"

"Think about Crabbe's performance in the Duel Club. His Crushing Curse was deflected and hit himself. The result? Nothing happened at all."

"Even though he is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, he is still only a second-year wizard."

"His spell has no power..."

The little wizard in front of him replied softly. Lockhart's pupils dilated slightly. In a daze, he felt that the Weasley in front of him looked a bit like Loren.

"What about the monster in the secret room? Can I deal with it?" he asked again.

"You will not be in danger. That monster only has the ability to turn to stone. Look, no one was killed in several attacks."

"What's more, the monster obeys the little wizard's orders. As long as he controls the little wizard first, there will be no problem..." The bewitching voice is like the devil's whisper, weaving an illusion with desire, dragging people into the dark abyss.

The wind stopped, and the candle flame no longer flickered, calmly releasing a warm yellow light that was not bright.

"Of course! As a professor, I will ensure the safety of my students!"

Lockhart slammed the table excitedly, stood up suddenly, picked up his wand and walked out, "Take me there, hurry up."

Ron scratched his head, feeling strange. Why did Lockhart, who was so slow just now, suddenly become excited?

"Here, over here, the secret room is in Myrtle's bathroom."

The moment the two stepped out of the office, a series of crisp clicks sounded in the room... That was the sound of the mirror breaking.

School doctor's office.

Loren and Hermione worked together to place Madam Pomfrey in a hospital bed and lifted the coma spell on her, but it would take some time for her to wake up.

"Ms. Pomfrey was attacked, and the attacker also took Colin and Justin away. We must notify the professor immediately!" Hermione raised her flying ears on top of her head, which was the sign of a nervous cat.

Loren pressed the pocket of the magic robe. From just now, Bloody Mary's mirror began to feel hot. The illusion left in Lockhart was triggered, which meant that he came into contact with information about the secret chamber and the basilisk.

He reached out and rubbed Hermione's furry head twice: "I'm going to inform the professor that the magic power in your body is disordered now. Stay here and take care of Ms. Pomfrey."

Itching, Hermione's cat ears twitched slightly, she raised her hand and gave him an elbow, and said seriously: "I know, go and inform the professor!"

"good."

Loren left the school doctor's office and without missing a moment, came to the statue of the monster.

"Cockroach Stack Licorice Magic Wand Coconut Sorbet Mint Candy Pepper Naughty..." A series of candy names kept coming out of his mouth.

Not knowing which one was right, the wall slowly opened.

Loren took the spiral staircase to the principal's office, opened the door and went in: "Principal Dumbledore, Harry has entered the Chamber of Secrets!"

In the room, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout are sitting around the desk, and Dumbledore is sitting among you.

Five people turned to look at him at the same time...

"Stop your evil deeds. The righteous Lockhart will never allow you to do this!"

Holding his wand in one hand, Lockhart strode forward gracefully, his thick and hard soles making loud footsteps that echoed in the empty chamber.

Crabbe and Snake turned their heads at the same time, staring intently at the three people appearing behind them.

Ron trotted to Harry's side, breathing heavily. He felt like his legs were about to break.

"How did you find Lockhart? Where are the other professors?" Harry's voice was sad, and his heart felt cold, feeling that tonight might be bad.

Ron was also helpless: "The other professors are not in the office, so I have no choice but to find him."

Seeing Lockhart getting closer and closer to Crabbe and the thin snake, Harry hurriedly warned: "Professor, be careful, that snake is-"

When he just spoke, Lockhart had already waved his wand: "[Forget everything]"

The colorless and invisible spell quickly spread from the tip of the wand.

"Tsk, a curse targeting the soul." Voldemort, possessed by the snake, opened its mouth and spat out a burst of gray smoke, along with the Oblivion Curse, which hit Lockhart in the face.

The powerful thrust knocked Lockhart away, hit a stone pillar, and passed out.

Seeing this scene, Harry looked at Ron with a bitter expression: "You might as well go find Loren."

"I was anxious to find the professor to save you, but I didn't think of it."