Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Boom boom boom"

Harry and Ron stood in front of Lockhart's office door, looked at each other, and then Harry reached out and knocked on the office door.

Soon, there was a "please come in" from inside.

The two turned the door handle and opened the door.

In the office, Lockhart was sitting leisurely behind his desk, flipping through a thick book.Harry glanced subconsciously. It was an autobiography written by Lockhart-"The Magical Me".

"Oh...Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley," he said, looking at Harry and Ron. "Is there anything important to come to me so late?"

"Yes, Professor. We have something to tell you," Harry said. "We think it will help you a bit."

"Of course! Of course...Come on, sit down and speak slowly." Lockhart got up and pulled Harry and Ron to the seats next to them, and waited for them to sit firmly before continuing, "Say it. , I'm listening!"

"It's like this..."

Harry shared the information he and Ron had obtained from the note and the corresponding speculations, and Ron added two sentences from time to time.Although the narrative process is a bit messy, at least one key point is not missing.

When they finished talking, Lockhart nodded.

"It's a good reasoning. Who would have thought that the secret room would be hidden in a girl's bathroom that was in disrepair!" Lockhart smiled as usual, but the smile looked so stiff.

"Yeah! That's incredible, but I care more about my sister!" Ron said impulsively.

"Ah, indeed! That incident—it was really unfortunate." Lockhart said, "I think that saving talents is the most important thing, and you just brought good news!"

"Go now?" Ron looked a little excited.

"Yes, of course! Go now!" Lockhart nodded decisively.

"I'll go too!" Ron answered immediately upon hearing this.

It can be said that everyone in the Weasley family looked like this desperate when they encountered something related to their sister.To be honest, there is really a big difference between Ron and his usual cringiness.

But Lockhart shook his head.

"No, I don't think I can let the students take risks. This is my job." He said righteously.

Harry on the side looked at Lockhart and looked at him, always feeling that he was different from his previous image.

"Professor Lockhart," Harry said suddenly, "I think we have to go. Ginny has been taken away. Neither Ron nor I can settle down and wait here."

"Oh—" Lockhart showed a look of embarrassment, hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

"You can go, but you have to be careful," he said, "remember, close your eyes whenever there is a movement, and let me take care of the basilisk."

After speaking, Lockhart hurried to the bathroom of Myrtle with Harry and Ron.

They went down the nearest staircase, walked through the dim corridor with the words flashing on the wall, and came to the door of the crying myrtle's bathroom.

Lockhart took the lead and pushed open the bathroom door without hesitation.

The crying Myrtle was sitting on the cistern of the innermost toilet.

"Oh, it's you," she sobbed, seeing Harry behind Lockhart, "what do you want this time?"

"I want to ask how you died." Harry said.

Myrtle's entire expression changed suddenly.It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question that made her feel honored.

"Oh, it's terrible," she said with gusto, "it happened right here. I died in this toilet. I remember it very well. At the time, Oliver Hombe mocked me for wearing glasses like four dog,

"But what annoys me most is that I heard a boy's voice talking about life! So I opened the door, berated him to walk away, to my boys' bathroom, and then—"

Myrtle puffed up her chest, thinking it was amazing, her face glowing, "I'm going to die."

"How did you die?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Myrtle said in a mysteriously low voice, "I only remember seeing a pair of scary yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be caught, and then I floated away..."

She looked at Harry in a daze.

"Later I came back again. You know, I was bent on finding Oliver Humbert to settle accounts. Oh-she regretted that she laughed at me for wearing glasses."

"Where did you see those yellow eyes?" Harry asked.

"It's almost there," Myrtle said, pointing vaguely to the sink in front of her.Harry and Ron hurried over.

Lockhart also followed and looked carefully.

That sink looks very ordinary.They checked it inside and out, up and down, and they didn't even let the water pipe below.

Then Harry saw it—on the side of a bronze dragon head, a little snake was carved.

"This faucet never comes out." Myrtle said happily when Harry wanted to unscrew the faucet.

"Harry," Lockhart said suddenly, "try talking to it, in a snake-like voice."

"Yeah, Harry, give it a try!" Ron followed.

"But—" Harry desperately thought about his past experience, but this kind of thing can't be done by memories.

In the past, he could only speak snake tongue when facing a real snake.

Harry stared at the carved little snake, trying to imagine it as a real snake.

"Open," he said.

He looked up at Ron and Lockhart, but Ron shook his head.

"No, you are speaking human words." He said.

Harry turned his head to look at the snake again, forcing himself to believe it was alive.Harry thought that if he shakes his head a few times, the flickering candle light will make the snake look like it is moving.

"Open." He couldn't help shaking his head.

However, Ron and Lockhart didn't hear these words—there was a strange hissing from his mouth.

Lockhart kept staring at Harry's mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the dragon's hair flashed a dazzling white light and began to spin quickly.Then, the sink also moved.

They watched the pool slowly disappear from sight, revealing a very large water pipe below, and it was more than enough to get in alone.

Harry gasped when he heard Ron.

"I think," Lockhart also looked at the entrance of the water pipe and said softly, "This does seem dangerous, you better not go in."

Harry pursed his lips and raised his head abruptly. He had already decided what to do.

"I want to go down." He said firmly.

He had to go, since they had found the entrance to the secret room, and since there was still a tiny, weak, and very slim ray of hope - Ginny might still be alive.

"I want to go too." Ron said.

There was a moment of silence in the small bathroom.

"Okay, okay... At least, I'll go down and take a look, and it won't be too late for you to come down when I say'it's okay.'

Lockhart said so, leaped decisively, and slid down the pipe.

After a while, Harry and Ron heard a very faint shout from below. If they hadn't been listening carefully, they might not have heard it.

Harry and Ron nodded to each other, and then jumped in in turn.

Naturally, this gliding will not make people feel pleasant, at least not those facilities in the playground can generally bring laughter to children.

Inside, it felt like rushing down a dark, slimy, endless slide.They could see that there were many pipes diverging in all directions, but none of them were as thick as this one.

Their pipe twists and turns, winding all the way down with a steep slope.

Harry knew that he had slipped down deep and deep below the school grounds, even deeper than those underground classrooms.He could hear Ron following him, making a slight crash around the corner.

Then, just as Harry began to worry about what happened next, the inclination of the water pipe gradually became much gentler.After a while, he emerged from the mouth of the tube and fell to the damp ground with a puff.

This is a dark stone tunnel, big enough to stand in.

Close to Harry, Lockhart was standing there with his wand in his hand, but he was not as dirty as he was.

Harry stepped aside, and after a while, Ron also "whooped" out of the pipe.

"Clean up."

After Ron got up, Lockhart used a descaling charm on each of them.Suddenly, the stains on Harry and Ron disappeared.

"Oh, thank you, Professor." The two couldn't help but thank.

"We must be several miles deep below the school." Harry immediately looked around, his voice reverberating in the dark tunnel.

"Probably under the lake." Ron said.He squinted his eyes and looked at the dark, slimy walls around him.

Then, all three of them stared at the dark front.

"Fluorescence flickers!"

Lockhart raised his wand and said in a low voice, and the wand glowed again.

"Let's go," he said to Harry and Ron.

The three men's shoes clattered on the wet ground, making loud noises.

The tunnel was too dark, even if Lockhart's magic wand glow curse was quite bright, it could only illuminate a section of the road.Their shadows are reflected on the wet rock wall, constantly changing and distorting along with the uneven surface of the rock wall, looking very strange.

"Remember?" Lockhart lowered his voice, "Although it seems a bit verbose, but I must say it again... once I hear something, I close my eyes!"

Harry and Ron responded immediately, indicating that they heard it.