The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Harry Potter followed Professor McGonagall between the first floor and the basement.

When he saw that the destination was the bathroom where the three of them secretly prepared the compound decoction, Harry's face turned pale... At this moment, he thought that they had stolen Snape's medicinal herbs and dispensed forbidden drugs. , something happened.

"McG...Professor..." he stammered.

"What did you stop for!" Professor McGonagall said anxiously: "Headmaster Dumbledore is still waiting for you!"

Professor McGonagall's impetuous tone was understood by Harry as severe.

He staggered when he heard Dumbledore's name.

Could it be that Professor Dumbledore is going to be outraged by this incident and expel himself? It's over...it's about ten minutes before he's going to pack up and get out; what will the Dursleys say when they see him at the gate?

Walking into the bathroom, he was surprised to find that in addition to Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and even Professor Snape were all here.

The door to the compartment containing the crucible and the remnants of the material was still closed, and there was no sign of it being opened.

"Good afternoon, Harry!" Professor Dumbledore said gently: "There is one thing, maybe I have to ask you a favor!"

"Help?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Professor Dumbledore like this, it seemed that it wasn't because of the compound decoction, and he wouldn't be fired.

"Come here!" Professor Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous.

Harry nodded, bending over as Dumbledore instructed.

With a bang, the bathroom door was pushed open!

Two second-year students barged in.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall frowned.

Harry's expression changed suddenly, and he winked at Hermione desperately.

It's a pity that Hermione's attention has been on Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore since she entered the bathroom.

"Professor McGonagall, it wasn't Harry who did it, I did it!" Hermione's tone was like a barrage of cannons: "I came up with the idea of ​​borrowing books in the forbidden area and configuring the compound decoction. I threw the dung eggs from the pharmacy class, and I stole the bicorn powder from Professor Snape's side and the skin of the African tree snake... If there is punishment, punish me; and Harry and Luo Well, it doesn't matter!"

Hermione's idea was very simple, Harry and Ron had already been recorded once after school started, and if something went wrong, they might be expelled; she must take all the blame, at least Professor McGonagall still likes her very much, at least She won't be fired for one big mistake.

Ron was gasping for breath beside her, but didn't have time to stop her.

In the bathroom, the scene became a little awkward for a while.

Professor McGonagall's face was ashen.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout looked at each other and looked at each other.

Professor Snape was stunned there, and it took several seconds to react.

"Very good... Granger..." Snape sneered, "Now I know!"

Looking at Harry's unrequited expression, and at the reactions of several professors, Hermione suddenly realized that she was in trouble.

"What's wrong?" A Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who didn't know the truth walked in, breaking the awkward atmosphere inside; he glanced at the crowded bathroom: "I remember this was an abandoned room. girls bathroom...

"Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore... Merlin is on, you are back!" Gilderoy Lockhart shouted excitedly.

"Good afternoon, Gilderoy!" Dumbledore said hello to Professor Lockhart with a smile: "We just discovered Slytherin's secret room, do you want to come and explore together?"

"Slytherin's secret room..." Professor Lockhart's face changed suddenly, but he immediately changed his expression: "I'm honored... No, I mean, I knew for a long time that this bathroom was Slater. Lin's secret room, I've been planning to get rid of it, but I haven't had the time recently..."

Dumbledore ignored him, but turned his attention to Professor Snape: "Severus, at a time like this, maybe we shouldn't pay attention to the minutiae!"

"The minutiae?" Professor Snape sneered. "Well, if you insist, Dumbledore!"

"Of course, only in relative terms!" The expression on Dumbledore's face returned to seriousness: "Miss Granger, I hope you can come to my office tonight, and let's have a good cup of Prince of Wales tea together; Near the spiral staircase on the top floor, in front of a gargoyle, the password is 'lemon ice cream'."

"Okay, Professor!" Hermione nodded nervously.

"Then let's get down to business!" Snape snorted coldly: "Potter, come here... see the side of this copper dragon head, do you see a small snake carved into it... Say a few words to it. In Parseltongue. Say a few words!"

...

The faucet emitted a dazzling white light, and then began to spin rapidly.

Then the pool moved; they watched as it slowly disappeared from view, revealing a very large pipe that could fit one person into it.

"It's amazing!" Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't help but exclaimed, but after glancing at the unkind eyes of several colleagues, he quickly put on a deep expression.

"It seems that only one person can be accommodated at a time!" Dumbledore said with a smile: "Gidrow, or you can ask first; as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you have been looking forward to destroying Slytherin's monsters, haven't you? It's time for you to do your duty!"

Professor Lockhart's mouth widened, not knowing what to say.

Snape kicked slightly behind him, only to hear a scream, and Lockhart fell.

Several other teachers looked away, pretending they didn't notice anything.

Harry was about to follow Lockhart into the water pipe, but was stopped by Snape; Snape just gave him a cold look before jumping into the water pipe a second time.

One after another teacher and student got into the pipe...Professor McGonagall was going to let Ron and Hermione go back to the Gryffindor common room, but Professor Dumbledore stopped her and he agreed to let the two Second-year students also joined the "hunt."

It felt like rushing down a dark, sticky, never-ending slide; this tube of theirs zigzagged, zigzagged, and descended very steeply.

After about a few minutes, they emerged from the nozzle one after another and fell to the wet ground with a thud.

It was a dark stone tunnel, big enough to hold several people standing in it.

They may have reached miles below the castle.