The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The crowd bypassed the snakeskin and continued to advance deep into the tunnel.

After turning several corners ahead, we finally came to the end of the tunnel. It was a solid wall inscribed with two intertwined snakes.

Albert stepped forward, looked at the emerald in the snake's eyes, and muttered softly, "It's actually an emerald, so rich."

Although it is only a preliminary polished product, such a gem is also very valuable.

"Very valuable?" Someone asked.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the owner of the voice. Ron, who was a little embarrassed by everyone's stares, shrank his body back, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"It's still valuable, but it can't be taken away, otherwise this door won't open." Albert stepped back and gave Harry his seat.

"Open."

Harry looked into the snake's eyes, cleared his throat, and said in a low, hoarse hiss.

As soon as the words fell, the two snakes separated on the wall, the stone wall cracked from the middle, and slowly slipped to the sides and disappeared.

"It's a good technique."

Albert felt that if he had the opportunity, it would be best to master this technique, which would definitely come in handy in the future. He never gave up on the many skills he had mastered.

"go in!"

Harry took the lead and walked into the secret room, and everyone immediately followed.

Once inside the chamber, they found themselves standing on the side of a long, dimly lit room.

There are many stone pillars engraved with coiled and entangled snakes, and the towering stone pillars disappear into the darkness at a high place, casting a mysterious black shadow on the room filled with green glow.

Albert waved his wand lightly, and several balls of light flew out from the tip of the wand, hovering above everyone's heads, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

After the darkness disappeared, the outline of the secret room was revealed, and everyone's eyes were quickly attracted by the basilisk corpse not far away.

"You ruined the atmosphere of the adventure," Fred muttered under his breath, and began to look at the Slytherin-style chamber.

"To raise a basilisk,

How could someone really make such a place?" Hermione was shocked by Slytherin's generosity, and the size of the place was no less than that of the school's auditorium.

"I always think Slytherin has a monkey face." Lee Jordan took a picture of the statue in front and whispered.

At the end of the stone pillar, a statue as high as the room itself, was the face of Slytherin, with a long sparse beard, dragging almost all the way to the hem of the stone wizard's robes,

As Lee Jordan said, the old Slytherin had a monkey face.

The corners of Albert's mouth rose slightly, restraining himself from laughing, and both Fred and George next to him couldn't help laughing, completely ignoring that the object of their ridicule was Slytherin.

"However, this basilisk is really big." Ron swallowed and said with emotion, "Harry, you are amazing."

"No, I was able to kill it, it was more of luck." Harry felt lingering fears as long as he recalled the battle.

It's really luck to be able to kill the basilisk.

"The eyes should be blinded by Fox!" Albert glanced at the basilisk's cracked eyes, his eyes fell on the fangs that fell on the ground, he took out dragon leather gloves from his pocket and put them on himself before bending over. Pick up the fangs Harry used to pierce Riddle's diary from the ground.

"Is this thing worth a lot of money?" Ron's voice sounded again.

"It should be very valuable!" Albert put the basilisk's fangs in the wooden box, put it away again, and said to Ron, who was about to pull the tooth out of the basilisk's mouth, "but you have to be careful, the basilisk's fangs. Teeth are highly poisonous, if poisoned..."

"It takes phoenix tears to detoxify!" Harry said first.

"Phoenix's tears are very precious, and 99% of them will die immediately after being poisoned." Albert ignored Ron and began to look at the secret room. His eyes fell on the statue of Slytherin. He took a few steps forward and walked to On the mouth of the statue, he raised his hand and tapped it lightly. He turned his head and said to Harry, "There should be a secret room here, open it!"

"Open!"

Harry opened his mouth and hissed, but failed this time.

Failed?

Harry was a little surprised.

"The password is incorrect." Albert was considering whether to blow up the entrance.

"I remember Voldemort said something and the basilisk came out of Slytherin's mouth," Harry recalled.

"What did Tom say?" Albert demanded.

"It was... an emergency, I forgot," Harry stammered. He did forget, at the juncture of life and death, who would remember these things.

"If you heard it at the time, I can use some special methods to find a way to open the secret room." Albert said to Harry: "Of course, the way you may not like it."

"How?" Harry asked.

"Legislasia, what happened in the last two days will soon be found out." Albert looked into Harry's eyes, raised his wand, and said without waiting for Harry to agree: "Then I'll start: God forbid!"

Before Harry could resist, the surroundings swayed and disappeared before his eyes.

A few days ago, the image of himself confronting Voldemort appeared in his mind, and his vision returned to normal after hearing the password that Tom had used.

Harry remained stunned.

"What's the password?" Albert asked.

Most of the people were dumbfounded and didn't understand what happened in the few seconds just now.

"What did you do?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Liligree, you can read the memories in other people's minds." Albert explained casually, "Because it happened in the past few days, it can be found soon."

"Looking through memories?" Hermione repeated.

"You can think of it as mind reading." Albert said without hesitation.

"I hate that feeling!" Harry muttered.

"No one will like it." Albert urged: "Open it!"

"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Big Four at Hogwarts."

The huge stone face of Slytherin moved, its mouth opened, and it opened wider and wider, and finally formed a huge black hole.

Albert thought he might guess where the inspiration for the Dark Mark came from. He waved his wand and let the ball of light fly into the cave first, illuminating it.

"I really don't know how Slytherin has such a weird idea." Ron looked at the door opened by his mouth and quickly followed the team into the passage.

Behind the stone sculpture is an open space, which is not very large, probably excavated for the Basilisk to perch and hibernate.

"What are you looking for?"

Hermione looked at Albert who was looking around and couldn't help asking.

"Look for the real secret of Slytherin." Albert motioned everyone to leave here first, he made sure that there were no other secret doors around.

In fact, Albert didn't think that Slytherin would hide the secret door here. If he came out and hit the eyes of the basilisk, he would have killed himself first.

"The real secret room, you mean this is not Slytherin's secret room?" Harry was very interested in Albert's statement.

"Probably—there's nothing here."

Both Fred and George felt like they had guessed the reason. Like Hermione said, no one would deliberately create such a place to keep snakes.

"Initially, I'm afraid this place was also used for refuge." Albert expressed his analysis.

"Refuge?"

"At that time, Muggles didn't have a good relationship with wizards." After coming out of Slytherin's mouth, Albert began to look around again, looking for traces of magic.

"Is there really a secret room here?"

Albert turned his attention to the solid cave wall again, stared at the cave wall for a moment, and said softly, "Yes, I found it."

"How do you know there is a secret room here?"

Everyone looked at the stone wall on the side of the statue, but couldn't see anything.

"Magic always leaves traces, as long as you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find." Albert pointed to a place on the wall, turned his head and said to the people behind him, "I need blood."

"Blood?"

"Yes, a little blood is enough. It must be the blood of a pure-blooded wizard to apply it here!" Albert pointed to a smoother stone and said to the three Weasleys behind him. : "Whoever comes, just a little bit."

The three hesitated for a while, and finally decided to let George be the bloodletter. He took the silver needle that Albert handed over, pricked it between his index fingers, and then smeared the blood on the spot designated by Albert.

The outline of the dazzlingly white arch appeared on the wall of the cave, and the blood-splattered rock in the arch suddenly disappeared, revealing a doorway.

"Wow, this works!"

The crowd felt incredible.

"Why do you need pure blood?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Slytherin is a pure-blood." Albert walked in first, and there was an upward stone staircase in the doorway.

"Where does this lead to?" Hermione's voice trembled. She was probably overexcited. The adventure was beyond her imagination.

"We'll find out soon enough!"

Saying that, they crossed the stairs and entered a room.

However, it seems to be a little bit beyond their imagination. There are a lot of decayed bookshelves and parchment around, and the marble walls are engraved with dense texts.

"This is……"

"Probably Slytherin's magical research!"

Previously, Albert thought that Slytherin kept the knowledge on the basilisk, but after thinking about it, he denied the possibility, "This is the real Slytherin's secret room."