Chapter 72
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 72
Sharing secrets is the most direct way to get closer to each other. After listening to Professor Bryan tell his secrets, Harry was obviously a little embarrassed after he calmed down. He looked at Hermione hesitantly, and Hermione who got his question Min obviously hesitated too.
"Why, do you have something to share with me?"
Amosta got up and went to the fireplace, picked up the boiling kettle from the shelf and poured himself a cup of tea, and by the time he returned to his seat, Hermione and Harry had clearly reached some agreement.
"Professor Blaine, do you think hearing voices that others can't hear is a good talent?"
Looking at the hesitant Harry, Amosta knew that his intentional or unintentional relationship with them was finally about to be rewarded during this period of time. He hid his expression in the smoke, and replied very gently ,
"It depends on the situation, Potter. I can't make an accurate judgment based on a simple sentence."
A suffocating silence fell suddenly, Hermione kept her mouth shut, and Harry, with a disturbed expression.
Professor Brian is a professor he likes very much, but the purpose of the other party's entry into Hogwarts is not to teach. It is Professor Brian's job to investigate the Chamber of Secrets incident. If possible, Harry hopes to give him some help Of course, the premise is not to involve himself or Dobby and Hagrid.
In the best case, let Professor Brian find the secret room or the monster in the secret room, and then the whole thing will stop here, and no one will be held accountable.
"--this is the case,"
Harry spoke carefully, choosing his words carefully, trying to convince Professor Blaine that he knew only a little.
"When I entered your office for the first time, you asked me why we came to the third floor after attending the Nick's Death Day party on Halloween last year. In fact, it was because I heard a weird The voice, the voice first appeared in Professor Lockhart's office."
In the next 10 minutes, Harry explained the ins and outs of that strange voice, and after hearing all this, Amosta leaned back in his chair expressionlessly, and fell into long-term contemplation.
"What do you think the sound was made of?"
"Are you sure you were the only one who heard the voice, Mr. Potter?"
Amosta did not rush to express his opinion, but reconfirmed.
"That's true, Professor Blaine—"
Hermione nodded cautiously, "Harry, I and Ron were staying together at the time, but apart from Harry, neither Ron nor I noticed anything amiss."
Amosta nodded knowingly. He carefully recalled the journey from the basement to the third floor. Under the eager gaze of the two little wizards, he said slowly,
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a snake that made that sound—"
"A snake!"
Harry screamed, while Hermione showed a look of being struck by lightning. Professor Blaine's simple guess broke through the fog that had lingered in her heart for a long time.
"Yes, it must be, Harry!"
Hermione stood up from the chair with a bang, her face was flushed, and her fingertips were trembling because of being too excited,
"Everything can be explained. Only you can hear that sound, of course, Harry, because you are a Parseltongue, no one but you can figure out what the neighing of a snake is." What's the meaning!"
"But!"
Harry, who followed Hermione's train of thought, retorted,
"At that time, there were only a lot of ghosts in the basement and passageway besides the three of us. If there really was a snake, it would be impossible for it to hide itself in the wall, right, Hermione?"
"maybe."
Hermione frowned at Harry's words, and she hesitated to answer,
"If the snake is small enough, maybe it can allow itself to walk through the cracks in the bricks, or it has a special ability to move freely in the wall. After all, normal snakes don't have You can petrify someone, Harry!"
Hermione's guess does have a possibility, but it's just a possibility.
"As long as anything has existed, no matter how careful you are, it will definitely leave traces—"
Amosta smiled and stood up. He seemed to be in a good mood when he finally had something to do. He waved his wand and packed up all the scattered letters on the table. Then he looked at Harry and Hermione,
"Let's go to the scene again, maybe we can find some interesting clues!"
The night was dark, and on Sunday night, there were not many young wizards wandering around the castle. Most of them stayed in the common room to do their homework or play a game of wizard chess, gobstones and other games with their friends.
When they passed the second floor, they saw Filch yelling and threatening two little first-year wizards to wipe off the muddy water on the floor, or they would be chained up and hung in the office, kindly Amos Ta conveniently helped the two little wizards.
"You don't have to be so hard on the little wizard, Filch—"
Facing Filch who was not convinced but didn't dare to resist a professor's order, Amosta smiled gently,
"It won't be long before Professor Sprout's mandrake will mature, and your Mrs. Norris will be back to health soon—"
The three of them came to a passage leading to the basement near the foyer. It was pitch black and without any light. At the seam between the wall and the floor, there were still traces of a row of black candles that Nick had placed here when he held the Deathday Party. candle liquid.
"I was standing right here—"
After more than four months, Harry still had vivid memories of what happened that night. He quickly brought Hermione and Professor Brian to the half of the corridor, pointed to the wall and said,
"The voice appeared in the wall, and then went all the way up the ceiling, and finally took us to the third floor!"
Amostar lit his wand, followed Harry's guidance and looked over the surface of the wall. Finally, he nodded and said,
"It seems that we need to open this wall to see."
"Open the wall?!" Hermione clicked her tongue in disbelief.
"Of course, Miss Granger, otherwise how would we find out how the snake was swimming inside the wall—"
Amosta said in a relaxed tone, he raised his wand and gestured casually in the air a few times, accompanied by a few flashes of light, the hard wall was easily cut open like tofu.
And when the things behind the wall are exposed to the air, all doubts are answered.
It's a pipe!
Behind the rock wall, moldy pipes emit a disgusting stench. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of running water.
"I always thought the wall was solid." Harry muttered, stunned.
"Now the problem is clear!" Hermione's face turned pale, "I can't imagine how thick a snake can be hidden in such a large pipe!"
"There are still many problems to be solved, Miss Granger."
Amosta narrowed his eyes, he jumped onto the broken wall, carefully looked at the thick pipe, after a while, he put the wand in the palm of his hand,
"Show me the way!"
(End of this chapter)
Sharing secrets is the most direct way to get closer to each other. After listening to Professor Bryan tell his secrets, Harry was obviously a little embarrassed after he calmed down. He looked at Hermione hesitantly, and Hermione who got his question Min obviously hesitated too.
"Why, do you have something to share with me?"
Amosta got up and went to the fireplace, picked up the boiling kettle from the shelf and poured himself a cup of tea, and by the time he returned to his seat, Hermione and Harry had clearly reached some agreement.
"Professor Blaine, do you think hearing voices that others can't hear is a good talent?"
Looking at the hesitant Harry, Amosta knew that his intentional or unintentional relationship with them was finally about to be rewarded during this period of time. He hid his expression in the smoke, and replied very gently ,
"It depends on the situation, Potter. I can't make an accurate judgment based on a simple sentence."
A suffocating silence fell suddenly, Hermione kept her mouth shut, and Harry, with a disturbed expression.
Professor Brian is a professor he likes very much, but the purpose of the other party's entry into Hogwarts is not to teach. It is Professor Brian's job to investigate the Chamber of Secrets incident. If possible, Harry hopes to give him some help Of course, the premise is not to involve himself or Dobby and Hagrid.
In the best case, let Professor Brian find the secret room or the monster in the secret room, and then the whole thing will stop here, and no one will be held accountable.
"--this is the case,"
Harry spoke carefully, choosing his words carefully, trying to convince Professor Blaine that he knew only a little.
"When I entered your office for the first time, you asked me why we came to the third floor after attending the Nick's Death Day party on Halloween last year. In fact, it was because I heard a weird The voice, the voice first appeared in Professor Lockhart's office."
In the next 10 minutes, Harry explained the ins and outs of that strange voice, and after hearing all this, Amosta leaned back in his chair expressionlessly, and fell into long-term contemplation.
"What do you think the sound was made of?"
"Are you sure you were the only one who heard the voice, Mr. Potter?"
Amosta did not rush to express his opinion, but reconfirmed.
"That's true, Professor Blaine—"
Hermione nodded cautiously, "Harry, I and Ron were staying together at the time, but apart from Harry, neither Ron nor I noticed anything amiss."
Amosta nodded knowingly. He carefully recalled the journey from the basement to the third floor. Under the eager gaze of the two little wizards, he said slowly,
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a snake that made that sound—"
"A snake!"
Harry screamed, while Hermione showed a look of being struck by lightning. Professor Blaine's simple guess broke through the fog that had lingered in her heart for a long time.
"Yes, it must be, Harry!"
Hermione stood up from the chair with a bang, her face was flushed, and her fingertips were trembling because of being too excited,
"Everything can be explained. Only you can hear that sound, of course, Harry, because you are a Parseltongue, no one but you can figure out what the neighing of a snake is." What's the meaning!"
"But!"
Harry, who followed Hermione's train of thought, retorted,
"At that time, there were only a lot of ghosts in the basement and passageway besides the three of us. If there really was a snake, it would be impossible for it to hide itself in the wall, right, Hermione?"
"maybe."
Hermione frowned at Harry's words, and she hesitated to answer,
"If the snake is small enough, maybe it can allow itself to walk through the cracks in the bricks, or it has a special ability to move freely in the wall. After all, normal snakes don't have You can petrify someone, Harry!"
Hermione's guess does have a possibility, but it's just a possibility.
"As long as anything has existed, no matter how careful you are, it will definitely leave traces—"
Amosta smiled and stood up. He seemed to be in a good mood when he finally had something to do. He waved his wand and packed up all the scattered letters on the table. Then he looked at Harry and Hermione,
"Let's go to the scene again, maybe we can find some interesting clues!"
The night was dark, and on Sunday night, there were not many young wizards wandering around the castle. Most of them stayed in the common room to do their homework or play a game of wizard chess, gobstones and other games with their friends.
When they passed the second floor, they saw Filch yelling and threatening two little first-year wizards to wipe off the muddy water on the floor, or they would be chained up and hung in the office, kindly Amos Ta conveniently helped the two little wizards.
"You don't have to be so hard on the little wizard, Filch—"
Facing Filch who was not convinced but didn't dare to resist a professor's order, Amosta smiled gently,
"It won't be long before Professor Sprout's mandrake will mature, and your Mrs. Norris will be back to health soon—"
The three of them came to a passage leading to the basement near the foyer. It was pitch black and without any light. At the seam between the wall and the floor, there were still traces of a row of black candles that Nick had placed here when he held the Deathday Party. candle liquid.
"I was standing right here—"
After more than four months, Harry still had vivid memories of what happened that night. He quickly brought Hermione and Professor Brian to the half of the corridor, pointed to the wall and said,
"The voice appeared in the wall, and then went all the way up the ceiling, and finally took us to the third floor!"
Amostar lit his wand, followed Harry's guidance and looked over the surface of the wall. Finally, he nodded and said,
"It seems that we need to open this wall to see."
"Open the wall?!" Hermione clicked her tongue in disbelief.
"Of course, Miss Granger, otherwise how would we find out how the snake was swimming inside the wall—"
Amosta said in a relaxed tone, he raised his wand and gestured casually in the air a few times, accompanied by a few flashes of light, the hard wall was easily cut open like tofu.
And when the things behind the wall are exposed to the air, all doubts are answered.
It's a pipe!
Behind the rock wall, moldy pipes emit a disgusting stench. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of running water.
"I always thought the wall was solid." Harry muttered, stunned.
"Now the problem is clear!" Hermione's face turned pale, "I can't imagine how thick a snake can be hidden in such a large pipe!"
"There are still many problems to be solved, Miss Granger."
Amosta narrowed his eyes, he jumped onto the broken wall, carefully looked at the thick pipe, after a while, he put the wand in the palm of his hand,
"Show me the way!"
(End of this chapter)
