Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Basilisk's eyes look at whoever, who will die. But there is no one here to die - because none of them directly confronts it!"

Having said that, Harry looked at the page in his hand urgently. The more he saw it, the more he felt his heart clear.

"The rooster's cry is fatal to it!" he said loudly. "Hagrid's rooster has been killed! Once the Chamber of Secrets is opened, Slytherin's heir never wants a rooster near the castle!"

"But how can Basilisk crawl around and crawl?" Ron said. "An ugly snake will definitely see it!"

Harry pointed to the words that were written under the paper.

"Boon!" he said, "Ron, it has been in the pipeline. I always hear the voice inside the wall..."

Ron grabbed Harry's arm.

"The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!" he said hoarsely. "Is it possible to be in a bathroom? Maybe it is-"

“Moaning Myrtle's bathroom!” said Harry.

“That means,” Harry said. “In this school, it’s not just me who knows Parseltongue. Slytherin’s heir knows, so they can control Basilisk all the time.”

"Oh, yes..." Ron was excited, but after a while he put on an angry and powerless expression.

"Yes, but even if we know this, what can we do... I think we have to go to Professor McGonagall."

"Yes, let's go to the teacher's common room," Harry said, and it rained. "She will be there after ten minutes, and she will soon be off class."

"No matter who heir is, it won't be wrong to act first!" Harry said firmly.

After that, the two hurriedly ran downstairs.

They don't want Professor McGonagall to find that they are wandering around in another corridor, and they walk straight into the empty room of the empty faculty.

This is a large room with all planks covered with black wooden chairs. Harry and Ron were squatting inside, so excited that they couldn't sit down.

However, the ringtone of the class has not sounded.

Instead, the voice of Professor McGonagall echoed in the hallway and was magnified many times by magic.

“All students immediately return to the dormory of their respective house, all Teachers return to the faculty common room! Please act now!”

Harry turned sharply and stared at Ron.

"Is there something wrong? At this time?"

"Marx! Must be him!" Ron said. "I am going to find him!"

"Don't just come to a conclusion, Ron," Harry said, his gaze searching around.

On his left is an ugly closet filled with the robes that Teacher is wearing in class.

"Hide in here. We listened to what was going on, and then told us about our findings."

They hid in the closet and squatted on the footsteps of hundreds of people walking upstairs. Then, the door of the faculty common room was pushed away. Harry and Ron looked at each and everyone into the room's Teacher through a layer of robes that had a musty smell. Some of them were confused and some were scared.

Later, Professor McGonagall arrived.

“It’s going on,” she said to the silent friends in the room. “A student was taken away by rare beast. He was brought directly into the Chamber of Secrets.”

Professor Flitwick screamed and Professor Sprout slammed his mouth with his hands.

Snape grabbed the back of a chair and asked, "How can you be sure?"

“Slytherin's heir,” said Professor McGonagall, who was very pale. “There was another line left. Just below the last paragraph, it was written: her bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever.”

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but cry out.

“Who is it?” Madam Hooch had a soft knee and sat in a chair. "Which student is it?"

“Ginny Weasley,” said Professor McGonagall.

Harry felt Ron fall silently on his back on the floor of the closet.

“We have to send all the students home tomorrow,” Professor McGonagall said. “Hogwarts is here. Dumbledore used to say...”

The door of the teacher's common room was once again knocked open.

Ron, who fell on the bottom of the closet, even thought it was Marx, but the result was Lockhart, and his face still laughed.

"Sorry, I am late..."

He didn't seem to notice that the other Teachers stared at him with a gauntable look.

Snape took a step forward.

"The person who solved the problem is coming," he said. "It's this person. Lockhart, a girl was taken away by rare beast. Was brought into the Chamber of Secrets - when you showed your glory finally arrived."

He thought that Lockhart would certainly lose one's head out of fear, and what surprised him was that Lockhart still maintained his radiant and calm expression.

"Yes, of course... I am going to the office to do some preparation." Lockhart smiled and left the comrade common room in the eyes of a group of professors.

……

When Lockhart hurried back to the third floor and pushed open the door to his office, the smile on his face immediately collapsed.

"Oh-Scorpio!" He closed the office door and moved toward the desk. "Do you really want me to go to the Chamber of Secrets to deal with the horrible Basilisk? I mean, since you already know My secret..."

"In fact, I don't want to."

On the armchair in the desk, an expressionless teenager is leaning on the backrest. His left arm cuff was rolled up, and there was a large bruise on his arm, which was faintly bloody at the moment.

This boy's right hand is holding a cotton wool with a pair of tweezers, and is applying a light green medicinal liquid to his wounds!

"You also saw that Basilisk really didn't deal with it well, and finally let it slip away."

"But Professor Lockhart, you don't have to worry too much. Although Basilisk can sleep to slow down the growth rate, after all, it doesn't stop growing," said the teenager. "It's too old, and now it's not a light injury, even eyes." I also married one, not much danger."

"... Isn't this a novel material that is delivered to the door?"

Lockhart had a difficult location nodded, but he muttered again: "Is there still another eye..."

At this time, the teenager put the scorpion in his hand on the table, took out a bandage and wrapped it on his arm, and he said while tangling.

"You just follow along and go, I need experimental materials, and you need novel material, isn't it just right?" He said, "You don't have to do anything, a spell can be done without thinking." Is there anything better than this?"

"Okay, okay! Even if you don't say so much, I have to do it..." Lockhart shook his head. "It's hard to believe, you are only Second Year this year."

“As long as you are focused enough,” the teenager put the sleeves down and then looked up at Lockhart. “Your Obliviate formidable power is definitely Master, isn't it?”

"It's not blocked by you."

The teenager walked to the door and opened the door to the office.

"Because I focus on magic, and you focus on the seize every opportunity."

After that, he quickly left.

Lockhart looked at the office door that was slowly closing, muttered in the mouth: "Marx McLorne... McLorne, which ancient bloody wizard family? Why didn't you seem to have heard of it?"

……

At this point, each Head of House informs the student what happened. This has to tell them that the Hogwarts Express train will send them home tomorrow morning.

Other Teachers want to make sure that one student is not left outside the Dormitory.

The teachers stood up and left one by one.

This is probably the hardest day in Harry's life. He, Ron, Fred and George are sitting in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, and no one can say a word. Percy was absent. He sent an owl to Mrs. Weasley and then locked himself in the dormory.

No one has ever been as slow as it is today, and the Gryffindor House has never been crowded and silent like it is now.

When the sun was about to set, Fred and George couldn't sit still anymore, and went back to Dormitory to sleep.

"Ginny knows what to order, Harry." Ron said it was the first time they talked after hiding in the wardrobe of the comrade's common room. "So she was taken away... it was a stupid thing with Percy. It doesn't matter. She must have discovered the situation related to the Chamber of Secrets... Maybe she met Marx! It must be like this, so she will-"

Ron rubbed his eyes desperately, and his face gradually filled with anger. "I mean, she is a purebred, she couldn't have her! It's impossible to have other reasons!"

Harry could see the sun red like blood and gradually sink below the horizon.

His heart has never been as sad as it is now. Even if they can do something. No matter what.

“Harry,” Ron said. “You said, is she probably not yet – you know—”

Harry looked at Ron for a moment of anger, and then lost his frustration, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Although Harry always felt that he could not easily doubt his friends without evidence. Marx's various behaviors during this semester are so suspicious that he has to have a feeling of boredom.

"I think we should look for Lockhart and tell him what we know." Ron suddenly said, "Is he not ready to enter the Chamber of Secrets? We can tell him where we think Chamber of Secrets is and tell him Chamber. In the Secrets is a Basilisk!"

Harry couldn't think of anything else, but he wanted to do something and nodded to agree with Ron's proposal.

The Gryffindor students around them were in a very sad mood and felt sorry for the Weasley brother, so when Harry and Ron got up through the room and drilled into the portrait hole, no one tried to stop them.

As they walked downstairs to Lockhart's office, they found the hallway to be a little dim.

The night has already arrived...