Chapter 268 This Is the Girls' Restroom!

"What's this?"

Harry couldn't help shouting in a high voice. He knew he was like a frightened little girl at the moment, but he couldn't help it.

"Basilisk."

Professor Kettleburn stared at the lifelike portrait on the wall with fascination, his fingers slowly sliding over the emerald green scales that seemed to be moving.

"If a male egg is hatched by a toad, this kind of basilisk with extraordinary abilities will be born. It is very huge and can grow up to fifty feet. The venom of its tusks is extremely strong, but the most dangerous thing is its eyes."

"Eyes?" Harry repeated, looking again at the dangerous yellow eyes.

"Anyone who looks at it will be killed instantly."

Professor Kettleburn said the terrifying words in an understatement: "This basilisk has been living in Hogwarts for thousands of years...it is equivalent to living with us every day..."

Harry imagined it...

When he was eating with his classmates, reading, or in class...a murderous monster was wandering nearby...

He couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but question: "If that's the case, why didn't anyone see it?"

"It travels in the pipes - Dumbledore has determined that."

Professor Kettleburn smiled and took out a huge scale from his pocket.

He slowly stroked the scales and showed an obsessed smile:

"Did you see it? I found this by sneaking into the pipe... Thanks to the loss of one arm and one and a half legs, I can easily enter places that others cannot..."

Harry looked at his mutilated limbs, feeling sympathetic but also a little weirdly scared.

However, he saw this strange professor looking at him with a stern look.

"Speaking of which, you are thin and have flexible limbs. It should be easier to get into the pipe? Maybe this is why Dumbledore went to you students to challenge the basilisk..."

Harry shook uncontrollably. But thinking of Dumbledore, he calmed down again.

Impossible...Dumbledore is not that kind of person...

And he also has Parseltongue... everyone says that this is a language that can control snakes.

Basilisks are scary. But Harry thought that if he didn't go, other students who faced the Basilisk might be in danger; but if he also participated, Parseltongue might be able to help...

With this mood, when Professor Kettleburn asked him again if he wanted to quit, Harry gritted his teeth and shook his head hard.

"Well... good luck to you, kid." Professor Kettleburn looked at him sympathetically and said, "Come back alive."

This sentence immediately made Harry's heart jump to his throat.

But the words had already been spoken, and there was no way he could back down. Harry could only bite the bullet and walk across the room.

Then I saw Michael unexpectedly.

"...Michael?" Harry shouted.

"Well, surprised?" Michael asked with a smile.

"I thought it was some professor..." Harry said honestly.

"Everyone else sees the professor. I am waiting for you specifically." Michael said, motioning for Harry to follow him: "Vade needs your help."

Harry quickly followed, and after passing through the door, he found that they had entered an empty corridor.

He hesitated for a moment and reminded Michael: "Michael, I still want to participate in the challenge..."

"It's about the challenge." Michael said, "Without you, this game wouldn't be possible."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"The entrance is blocked," Michael repeated what Vader told him.

Harry remembered what Professor Kettleburn said before and asked:

"Isn't the entrance in the pipe?"

"The place opened with magic is too narrow. If we encounter danger, it will be over, so we need a spacious enough passage."

——Wide can’t open any door, so you still need your own help?

Harry was confused and didn't understand what was going on. But Michael pulled him forward very quickly, as if he was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to keep up.

Later, he found that the corridors around him became more and more familiar. The place in front of him... was clearly the girls' toilet that boys were not allowed to enter!

"Wait, wait, Michael!" Harry pulled the person in front of him with a green face and asked, "Are we going in?"

He emphasized heavily: "This is the girls' bathroom!"

Michael smiled: "Don't worry, there's no one in there, just Moaning Myrtle."

"Who?" Harry asked.

As a boy, he would never go near the women's restroom, so naturally he didn't know anything about myrtle.

"The female ghost who always stays in that toilet." Michael simply introduced: "Because she is always making trouble, no one comes to this toilet. Wade is waiting for you here."

"...Vade?"

Harry was shocked again.

He had been shocked so many times today that his reaction had become numb, but the news that Wade was in the women's room excited him again.

While talking, Michael had already opened the bathroom door, and Harry saw Vader at a glance. To his surprise, there was Dumbledore next to him.

These were two people who would never be associated with peeping into the women's restroom. Seeing them both there, Harry's embarrassment and nervousness disappeared.

Dumbledore and Vader stood side by side, bending down to look at a certain faucet. The golden-red phoenix stood on the head of the principal, like a unique hat.

There is also a short and fat female ghost next to her. She looks like she is still a student. She wears thick glasses and has an ordinary appearance and a gloomy expression.

Harry guessed it was Moaning Myrtle.

She seemed a little embarrassed and a little excited around the principal. She hid her body in a toilet stall and watched them secretly.

——This is really a strange combination.

Harry thought.

He tried hard to ignore the strange, cyan eyes above the cubicle, and said hello: "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Vader."

"You're here, Harry." Vader stepped aside a little and said, "Come and take a look."

Harry hurried over and Michael followed curiously.

Then they discovered that the two men were observing a copper faucet with a small snake carved on the side.

"Uh..." Harry asked, "What's so special about this?"

Vader said, "Look at it and say 'open' in Parseltongue."

"Parseltongue?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore subconsciously, and then asked strangely: "Didn't you learn it too?"

After learning that he could speak Parseltongue, several people in the SSC learned a few words, but most of them quickly gave up with almost indistinguishable "hiss, hiss". Only Hermione and Vader learned the most.

Vader could already say such a simple word as "open".

"I do know how to do it," Vader said helplessly, "but this entrance doesn't seem to recognize the copycat version of Parseltongue."

He remembered that in the original book, Ron also used snake language to open the secret room, but the same method hit a wall at the faucet.

Vader could only think that the magic left by Slytherin himself was more subtle than Voldemort's. When the Basilisk was alive, it not only needed to speak in Parseltongue, but also had to speak it in real Parseltongue.

The painting that the professor showed him just now appeared in Harry's mind, recalling those cold and deadly eyes.

[Open. ]

He hissed, and the faucet glowed with dazzling white light.