Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Basilisk is almost covered with extremely tenacious scales, not only to withstand the ordinary sword weapon, but even the spell can resist or even rebound.

Even if it has become a corpse now, it can still be very troublesome to cut.

Speaking of it, Marx really wants to take it all away, after all, this is Basilisk! There is no exaggerated ingredient in saying that it is a treasure.

Even if it is the suitcase that has been stretched, it is impossible to put it all in.

Eventually, when Marx turned and left, this ancient beast that had been squandered by Hogwarts almost all of the school, and Dumbledore had received the removal order from the school board, had become a pile of meat mountains that no one could recognize.

With the departure of Marx, Shimen finally closed. Not long after, I heard a faint roar of the Chamber of Secrets, and the entire ground shook a little.

……

On the other hand, Lockhart returned to his office with Harry, Ron and Ginny, and soon after, Professor McGonagall came over. She brought Lockhart and her three children to her office, where many people were waiting for them.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood at the door. Harry was almost covered with mud and mucus. Although Lockhart looked better, he was always in stealth along the way, and the soil splash was always inevitable.

For a time, there was silence in the four. Suddenly, the fire made a scream - "Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting in front of the fire and weeping. At this moment she jumped up, followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them stretched out their arms and caught their baby daughter.

Ron stood by, and he still had his head down and didn't know what he was thinking.

Harry's eyes crossed them and looked into the room.

He saw Professor Dumbledore smiling and standing in front of the shelf. And standing next to Dumbledore is the same smiling Hermione!

"Oh! Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry was pleasantly surprised.

Hermione smiled nodded, but her eyes were still looking behind Harry, seemingly looking forward to something.

"Miss Granger is awake when you violated a bunch of school rules. It was McLorne. He had been squatting for two days and two nights, using the newly matured Mandrake to make a resurrection potion - that was his improved formula. very effective!"

Professor McGonagall explained happily next to him.

Ron, standing not far away, raised his head slyly.

He looked at Hermione and looked at Ginny again. The expression on his face changed continuously, and he finally lowered his head again.

Just then, Mrs. Weasley was excitedly looking towards Lockhart. Unlike the kind of worship that used to be a star in the past, it is a kind of respect from the heart.

"Professor Lockhart, you saved her! You saved her! How did you do it at the time?"

"This is what we all want to know." Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart with a hesitant look.

In front of the shelf, Dumbledore also showed a curious expression.

But Lockhart looked at Mrs. Weasley, his eyes showing a rare, confused color. When Harry stretched out his clothes and hem, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Oh - of course, I will tell everyone the whole process." Lockhart reveals the smile of the past, but the smile reveals that it is not the kind of show-off in the past, it seems a little perfunctory.

"Well, but before that, I think everyone has to listen to Mr Potter's reasoning. I think that is the real beginning to save Miss Weasley."

With Lockhart's words, everyone's eyes fell on Harry's body.

In everyone's gaze, Harry hesitated for a moment and immediately began to talk about the things he had experienced.

He spoke for about ten minutes, and everyone listened very carefully, and the room was absolutely silence.

But when he said that the piece of paper in Hermione's hand gave him a clue, Hermione did not accidentally point nodded to everyone.

Only her hands on the side of her body clung to the cuffs.

When Harry finished, Lockhart had fully recovered to its usual state. He held his head up and exaggeratedly said the whole process of entering the Chamber of Secrets.

Storytelling has always been his specialty, not to mention, this time he almost watched them all the way around them!

"Is it really?"

Listening and listening, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask Harry.

Harry glanced glanced at Dumbledore and saw the headmaster smile faintly, and the fire flashed quickly on his half-moon glasses.

"Oh - roughly like this -"

"What I am most interested in is," Dumbledore suddenly started talking. "How does Voldemort confuse Ginny, because according to my sources, he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania!"

"What...what?" Mrs. Weasley said in amazement. "You know who? Confused Ginny? But Ginny is not... Ginny No... Is it?"

"It’s all that the diary is doing," Harry said quickly. "That was when Riddle was sixteen, and there was a memory stored inside."

"Diary?" Dumbledore was slightly frowned.

Harry looked at Lockhart and he felt that Lockhart should know the final whereabouts of the diary.

But Lockhart shook his head. He said, "As I said earlier - I pierced it with the fangs of Basilisk. The venom of Basilisk infiltrated the entire diary, and the apparition of you know who dissipated. Then I was busy taking the children out, the diary... I should stay in the Chamber of Secrets now."

“It’s amazing,” Dumbledore thought, whispering. “Without McLorne, he would probably be the best student of Hogwarts ever.”

He turned and faced Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, both of whom were confused.

“Few people know that Voldemort used to be Tom Riddle. Fifty years ago, at Hogwarts, I personally taught him. He left the school and disappeared... traveled around the world, and traveled all over World... in dark magic The deeper the quagmire, the more evil guys of the Wizarding World, and the many dangerous magical distortions."

"Finally, he reappeared as Voldemort, when it was hard to recognize him. - Almost no one linked Voldemort to the clever, handsome Head Boy who had been studying here."

Dumbledore recalled the past and recalled the current Marx. In his pupil's blue pupil, there was a faint gaze.

“But Ginny?” said Mrs. Weasley. “What does our Ginny and... have to do with him?”

"His day... Diary!" Ginny sobbed. "I have been...writing on it for a whole year. He...he kept writing back to me..."

“Ginny!” Mr. Weasley was stunned and said, “Did I not teach you? How have I told you all the time? Never trust anything that can think independently, unless you see it hiding your mind. Where are you. Why didn’t you give me the diary or your mother to see? A suspicious thing like that, obviously filled with dark magic!”

"I... I don't know," Ginny still crying sadly. "I found it in a book that Mother gave me. I... I thought someone had pinched it there, forgot..."

“Miss Weasley should go to the school hospital immediately,” Dumbledore interjected inexplicably. “This is a painful torture for her, and the school will not punish her. Xu Dobby is older and more resourceful than her. The wizard was blinded by Voldemort."

He strode to the door and gently opened the door.

"Bed in bed. Maybe, you should drink a big cup of steaming chocolate milk again - I always think it is good for improving my mood."

He said, blinking at Ginny and bowing his eyes.

“You will find that Madam Pomfrey has not slept yet. She has been studying the modified Mandrake resurrection potion formula that McLorne gave her!”

Mrs. Weasley took Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still a bit of a blow.

More frustrating than Mr. Weasley was Ron, who was stopped by Dumbledore, who wanted to go to the school with Fly.

"Do you know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think that such a thing is worth celebrating a banquet. Can I ask you to inform the kitchen?"

"Well, yes, by the way, please help me to ask McLorne and take him to my office to wait for me." Dumbledore added.

"Yes," she said simply, complimented, and also walked to the door. "Potter and Weasley gave it to you, didn't they?"

“Of course,” Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall left, and Harry and Ron stared at Dumbledore uncomfortably.

What did Professor McGonagall mean just now? Handling them? They shouldn't...should not... be punished?

But Dumbledore added a few points to each of them with a smile, and specifically praised Harry's decisiveness and cleverness, and Ron's love for younger sister Ginny.

After that, he turned to Lockhart and looked at him curiously.

"Gilderoy, I think, you are very good at teaching this profession, maybe next semester -"

Lockhart hurriedly interrupted: "Oh! No, no... I mean... This experience has made me discover a lot of deficiencies. I need to work harder. I think I have more. When more things can be taught to students, I will come back to teach..."

He said a lot of things in a mess, and he didn't want to leave the mind to continue teaching.

"Oh - that's a pity." Dumbledore said casually, and turned his eyes to Ron. "I want to talk to Harry a few more..."

Lockhart immediately hurried out. Ron hesitated and left.