Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 70: The different Lockhart

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　　 Harry and Ron stood in front of Lockhart's office, 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 is 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 looked at Harry and Ron and said, "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, pulled Harry and Ron into the seats next to him, and waited for them to sit firmly before continuing. "Go ahead, 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 on the side 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 in disrepair!" Lockhart smiled as usual, but the smile seemed so slightly. stiff.

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

　　 "Ah, indeed! That incident—it was really unfortunate." Lockhart said, "I think saving talent 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 the words.

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

　　 Ke Lockhart shook his head.

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

　　 Harry looked at Lockhart and looked at him. He always felt that his image was different from the past.

　　 "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 hesitated for a while with an embarrassed expression, 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 took Harry and Ron and hurried to the bathroom of Myrtle.

　　 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 is 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 look suddenly changed. 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 laughed at me wearing eyes Mirroring the four-eyed dog, I hid here. I locked the door and cried inside, and suddenly heard someone coming in... What they said was funny, I think it must be in another language!"

　　 "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, go to my boys' toilet, and then--"

　　 Myrtle puffed up her chest as she thought 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.

　　 "I came back later. 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.

　　 The 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 small 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, try it!" Ron followed.

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

　　Before, he could only speak snake-like voice 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 again to look at the snake, forcing himself to believe that it was alive. Harry thought that if he shook his head a few times, the flickering candle light would make the snake look as if it were moving.

　　 "Open it." He couldn't help shaking his head and said.

　　 However, Ron and Lockhart did not hear these words—there was a strange hissing noise from his mouth.

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

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

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

　　 Harry heard Ron gasp.

　　 "I think," Lockhart also looked at the entrance of the water pipe, and said softly, "This really looks dangerous. You'd better not go in."

　　 Harry pursed his lips and raised his head sharply, having already made up his mind what to do.

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

　　 He had to go, now that they have found the entrance to the secret room, and since there is still a small, very faint, and very slim ray of hope-Ginny may 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, jumped 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, maybe they couldn't hear it.

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

　　This gliding is naturally not pleasant, at least without the facilities in the playground that can generally bring laughter to children.

　　 inside, it feels like rushing down a dark, slimy, endless slide. They could see that there were still 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 into the school grounds deep and deep, even deeper than those underground classrooms. He could hear Ron following him, making a slight crash around the corner.

　　 Then, just as Harry started to worry about the next thing, the inclination of the water pipe gradually became much gentler. After a while, he came out of the nozzle~IndoMTL.com~ 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 stood 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 thanking them.

　　 "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 blinking!"

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

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

　　 The three shoes slammed on the wet ground, making a loud noise.

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

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

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