Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Whoever the basilisk looks at will die. But no one here died-because none of them looked directly at it!"

Having said that, Harry looked at the page of paper in his hand eagerly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt his heart brightened.

"The rooster's crow is deadly to it!" he said loudly, "Hagrid's roosters have been killed! Once the secret room is opened, the heirs of Slytherin will never want roosters near the castle!"

"But how can the basilisk crawl around?" Ron said, "an ugly snake, someone will definitely see it!"

Harry pointed to the two words scribbled under the paper.

"Pipe!" He said, "Ron, it's always moving in the pipe. I always hear that sound inside the wall..."

Ron grabbed Harry's arm.

"The entrance to the secret room!" he said hoarsely, "maybe it's in a bathroom? Maybe it's—"

"Crying Myrtle's bathroom!" Harry said.

"That means," Harry said, "I'm not the only one who knows the vibes in this school. The heirs of Slytherin also know, so they can always control the basilisk."

"Oh, yes..." Ron was excited, but after a while he put on an angry and weak 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 faculty lounge," Harry said, and it started to rain. "She will be there in ten minutes. Class will be over soon."

"No matter who the heir is, it's not wrong to act first!" Harry said firmly.

After that, the two rushed downstairs.

They didn't want Professor McGonagall to find them wandering in another corridor and walk directly into the empty faculty lounge.

This is a large room with wooden panels on all sides, full of black wooden chairs.Harry and Ron paced around inside, too excited to sit down.

However, the bell for the end of get out of class did not ring.

On the contrary, Professor McGonagall’s voice echoed in the corridor, magnified many times by magic.

"All students return to their dormitories immediately, and all teachers return to the staff lounge! Please act now!"

Harry turned around abruptly and glared at Ron.

"Could something happen again? At this time?"

"Maca! It must be him!" Ron said, "I'm going to find him!"

"Don't just jump to conclusions, Ron," Harry said, searching around.

There is an ugly closet to his left, which is full of robes the teacher wears in class.

"Hide in here. We listen to what's going on, and then tell them our findings."

They hid in the closet and heard the footsteps of hundreds of people walking upstairs.Then, the door of the staff lounge was pushed open heavily.Through the layers of musty robes, Harry and Ron looked at the teachers who walked into the room.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall arrived.

"Something happened again," she said to the silent teachers in the room, "a student was taken away by a monster. He was taken directly into the secret room."

Professor Flitwick let out a scream 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. "Another line of words was left. Just below the last paragraph, it said: Her bones will remain in the secret room forever."

Professor Flitwick couldn't help crying.

"Who is it?" Madam Hooch softened her knees and slumped in a chair.

"Ginny Weasley." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry felt Ron fall silently on the floor of the closet beside him.

"We must send all the students home tomorrow," Professor McGonagall said. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore used to say..."

The door of the staff lounge was knocked open again.

Ron, who fell on the floor of the closet, even thought it was Maca, but it turned out to be Lockhart with a grin on his face.

"Sorry, I'm late..."

He didn't seem to notice, the other teachers stared at him with a look of hatred.

Snape took a step forward.

"The solver is here," he said. "This is the man. Lockhart, a girl was taken by a monster. She was taken into the secret room-it's finally time for you to show your glory."

He originally thought that Lockhart would be panicked because of this, but to his surprise, Lockhart still maintained his glamorous and calm expression.

"Yes, of course...I'll go to the office to make preparations." Lockhart smiled and left the faculty lounge in the strange eyes of the professors.

...

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

"Oh-my God!" He closed the office door and said toward the desk, "Do you really want me to go to the secret room to deal with that horrible basilisk... I mean, since you already knew me Secret..."

"Actually, I don't want it either."

In the armchair next to the desk, an expressionless teenager was reclining on the back.The cuff of his left arm was rolled up, and there was a large bruise on his forearm, and blood was faintly bleeding at this moment.

This young boy was holding a ball of cotton wool with tweezers in his right hand, dipped in a light green liquid medicine to apply medicine to his wound!

"You can see that the basilisk is really not easy to deal with, and finally let it slip away."

"But Professor Lockhart, you don't have to worry too much. Although the basilisk can slow down its growth by dormancy, it does not stop its growth after all," the boy said, "it is too old, and it has suffered serious injuries now. , Even one eye is blind, it won't be too dangerous."

"... Isn't this a novel material delivered to your door?"

Lockhart nodded hard, but then muttered, "Isn't there another eye..."

At this time, the boy put the tweezers in his hand on the table, took out a roll of bandage and wrapped it around his arm, he said while wrapping it.

"I will follow. I need experimental materials, and you need novel materials. Isn't it right?" He said, "You don't need to do anything. You don't need to recite a spell to achieve your goal. Is this better?"

"Okay, okay! Even if you don't say so much, I have to do it..." Lockhart shook his head. "It's really hard to believe that you are in second grade this year."

"As long as you are focused enough," the boy lowered his sleeves, then raised his head to look at Lockhart and said, "Your Forgotten Curse must be a master, isn't it?"

"But it was not blocked by you."

The boy walked to the door and opened the door of the office.

"Because I focus on magic, and you focus on opportunism."

After all, he left quickly.

Lockhart looked at the slowly closing office door and murmured: "Maca McLean... McLean, is this an ancient family of pure blood wizards? Why doesn't it seem to have been heard of?"

...

At this moment, the deans of the colleges went to inform the students of what happened.This has to tell them that the Hogwarts Express will take them home early tomorrow morning.

Other teachers must ensure that no student is allowed to stay outside the dormitory.

The teachers stood up and left one by one.

This was probably the hardest day of Harry's life.He, Ron, Fred, and George sat in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, and no one could say a word.When Percy was not there, he sent an owl to deliver a letter to Mrs. Weasley, and then shut himself in the dormitory.

Never has an afternoon passed so slowly as it is today, and Gryffindor Building has never been so crowded and quiet.

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

"Ginny must know something, Harry." Ron said, this was the first time he had spoken since they hid in the closet of the staff lounge. "That's why she was taken away...just did it with Percy. The stupidity has nothing to do. She must have discovered something related to the secret room... Maybe she met Maca! It must be so, so she will—"

Ron desperately rubbed his eyes, his face gradually became angry, "I mean, she is a purebred, she was not in her turn! There can be no other reason here!"

Harry could see the sun as red as blood, slowly sinking below the horizon.

He has never been so sad in his heart.Even if they can do something.Whatever it is.

"Harry," Ron said, "You said, is it possible that she doesn't have—you know—"

Harry looked at Ron for a while with anger, and then at a frustrated look, not knowing what to say.

Although Harry always felt that he could not easily doubt his friends without evidence.But Maca's various behaviors this semester were so suspicious that he had to feel a sense of depression.

"I think we should go to Lockhart and tell him what we know." Ron said suddenly, "Isn't he going to enter the secret room? We can tell him where we think the secret room is, and tell him what it is. It's a basilisk!"

Harry couldn't think of another way, but he wanted to do something, so he nodded and agreed to Ron's proposal.

The Gryffindor students around them were very sad and felt sorry for the Weasley brothers, so when Harry and Ron got up and walked through the room and drilled out of the portrait hole, no one tried to stop them.

When they went downstairs to Lockhart's office, they found that the corridor had become a little dark.

Night has fallen...