Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"dong dong dong ”

Harry and Ron stood in front of Lockhart's office and glanced at each other, then Harry reached out and knocked on the door of the office.

Soon, there was a "please enter" inside.

The two turned the door handle and opened the door.

In the office, Lockhart was sitting behind the desk and looking at a thick book. Harry glanced subconsciously, the autobiography written by Lockhart, "Magical Me."

"Oh... Mr Potter, Mr. Weasley," he looked at Harry and Ron. "Is it coming to me so late, is there anything important?"

"Yes, Professor. We have some things to tell you," Harry said. "We think it will help you a bit."

"Of course! Of course... come on, sit down and talk slowly." Lockhart stood up and pulled Harry and Ron to the next seat, waiting for them to sit still, "Say, I listen. It!"

"Things are like this..."

Harry spoke out the information he and Ron got from the note and the corresponding speculation, and Ron added a few words from time to time. Although the process of the narrative is a bit messy, at least one of the key points is not missing.

When the two of them finished, Lockhart ordered nodded.

"It's a good reasoning. Who can think of it? The Chamber of Secrets will be hidden in a bathroom that is in a state of disrepair!" Lockhart smiled as usual, but the smile looked so stiff.

"Yeah! That's unbelievable, but I care more about my younger sister!" Ron impulsively.

"Ah, indeed! That thing - it's too unfortunate," Lockhart said. "I think saving people is the most important thing, and you just brought good news!"

“Go now?” Ron looked a little excited.

"Yes, of course! Go now!" Lockhart decisively nodded.

"I will go too!" Ron hearing this immediately.

It can be said that the Weasley family is all desperate when it comes to things related to the younger sister. To be honest, the current Ron and his usual fearlessness are really different.

Lockhart shook his head.

"No, I don't think I can let the students take risks. This is my job." He is righteous and authentic.

Harry looked at Lockhart and looked at it. He always felt that he was not the same as the image of the past.

“Professor Lockhart,” Harry said suddenly. “I think we have to go, Ginny is taken away, and Ron and I can’t help but wait here.”

"Oh--" Lockhart showed a distressed expression and hesitated for a while, but he finally agreed.

"You can go, but you have to be careful," he said. "Remember, close your eyes as soon as you have a movement, and Basilisk will hand it over to me."

After that, Lockhart took Harry and Ron and hurried to the bathroom of Myrtle.

They walked down the nearest stairs and walked across the dark corridor with the words on the wall to the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Lockhart took the lead and walked the front door with the slightest hesitation.

Moaning Myrtle is sitting on the water tank of the innermost toilet.

"Oh, it's you," she said, looking at Harry behind Lockhart, and sobbed. "What do you want this time?"

"I want to ask you how you died," Harry said.

The whole look of Myrtle changed suddenly. It seems that no one has ever asked her such a question that made her feel privileged.

"Hey, too terrifying," she said with keen interest pleasure. "Things are happening here. I died in this toilet. I remember very clearly. At the time, Oliver Humbe mocked me with eyes. I mirrored the four-eyed dog, and I came here. I locked the door, cried inside, and suddenly heard someone coming in... They said it was funny, I think it must be another language!"

"But what annoys me the most is that I heard a boy's voice saying that live! So I opened the door and yelled at him to go to his boys' toilet, then -"

Myrtle thought that she had a great chest and her face was radiant. "I am dead."

“How did you die?” Harry asked.

"I don't know," Myrtle said in a mysterious voice. "I only remember seeing a pair of big, scary yellow eyes. My whole body seems to have been caught, and then I drifted away..."

She looked at Harry with a sly look.

"I came back later. You know, I was looking for Oliver Humbe to settle accounts. Oh - she regretted laughing at me wearing glasses."

"Where did you see the yellow eyes?" Harry asked.

"It's almost there," Myrtle said, faintly pointing to the sink in front of her. Harry and Ron hurried over.

Lockhart followed and walked over and looked at it carefully.

The sink seems to be normal. They checked it inside and out, up and down, and even the water pipes below were not let go.

Then, Harry saw it - on the side of a copper faucet, engraved with a small snake.

“This faucet never comes out of water.” Myrtle saw Harry trying to unscrew the faucet and said happily.

"Harry," Lockhart said suddenly. "You try to speak to it, use Parseltongue."

"Yeah, Harry, give it a try!" Ron followed.

"But--" Harry desperately recalled the past experience, but this kind of thing can't be achieved by memories.

In the past, he always said Parseltongue when he faced a real snake.

Harry stared at the carved snake and tried to think of it as a real snake.

"Open," he said.

He looked up at Ron and Lockhart, but Ron shook his head.

"No, you are talking about people," he said.

Harry turned his head again to look at the snake and forced himself to believe that it was alive. Harry thought, if he swayed his head a few times, the swaying candle would make the snake look like it was moving.

"Open." He couldn't help but sway his head and said.

However, what Ron and Lockhart didn't hear was this—a strange si si sound from his mouth.

Lockhart kept staring at Harry's mouth and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the faucet made a dazzling white light and began to spin up quickly. Then, the sink was also moved.

They watched the pool slowly disappear from the line of sight, and a very thick water pipe appeared beneath it. It was more than enough for a person to get in.

Harry heard Ron take a breath of air.

"I think," Lockhart also looked at the entrance to the water pipe, gently said. "It looks really dangerous. You better not go in."

Harry snorted and jerked his head up, and he had already made up his mind what to do.

"I want to go down," he said firmly.

He can't help but since they have found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, there is still a small, faint, embarrassing glimmer of hope - Ginny may still be alive.

"I have to go too," Ron said.

There was a moment of silence in the small bathroom.

"Okay, okay... At least, I will go down and have a look. Wait until I say 'nothing'. It’s not too late to come down."

Lockhart said this, decisively jumped and slid down the pipe.

After a while, Harry and Ron heard a very subtle cry from the following, and if they hadn’t listened carefully, they might not hear.

Harry and Ron clicked nodded on each other and then jumped in.

This gliding is naturally not pleasant, at least not the facilities in the playground can generally bring laughter to the children.

Inside, it feels like a quick, sloppy, endless slide. They can see that there are still many pipes that open to all directions, but none of them are so thick.

Their pipe was twisted and twisted, seven winding around, and the slope was steep all the way down.

Harry knew that he had slipped into the deep and deep place of the school, even deeper than those underground classrooms. He could hear Ron follow him and make a slight collision at the corner.

Then, as Harry began to worry about the next thing, the slope of the water pipe gradually became much smoother. After a while, he came out of the mouth of the pipe and slammed into the damp ground.

This is a dark stone tunnel that is too big to stand inside.

In a place very close to Harry, Lockhart was standing there with a wand standing there, but his body was not covered with mud like he was dirty.

Harry stood aside, and Ron also came out of the pipe "hu".

"Scourgify."

After Ron stood up, Lockhart gave them a descaling spell. Suddenly, the stains on Harry and Ron disappeared.

"Oh, thank you, Professor." The two could not help but thank.

"We must have been a few miles deep below the school." Harry looked around and looked around, his voice echoing in the dark tunnel.

"Probably under the lake," Ron said. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black, sticky walls around him.

Then, all three of them stared at the dark front.

"Lumos!"

Lockhart raised his wand and whispered, and wand gave off another light.

"Let's go," he said to Harry and Ron.

Three people's shoes pa ta pa ta on the wet ground, making a very loud sound.

The tunnel is too dark, even though Lockhart's wand radiance is quite bright, it still only illuminates a certain path. Their shadows are reflected on the wet stone wall, and the surface of the uneven stone wall is constantly changing and twisting, which looks quite strange.

“Remember?” Lockhart lowered his voice. “Although it looks awkward, I have to say it again... Once I hear the movement, I close my eyes!”

Harry and Ron immediately complied and said they heard it.