Chapter 89 The Chamber of Secrets
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 89 The Chamber of Secrets
When he got close to the figure, Harry's cheeks turned red, feeling ashamed of being overly nervous. In fact, what he saw before was not a living person, but a lifelike statue.
This is the statue of Salazar Slytherin. However, unlike the huge, old one in the outer secret room, whose life has reached the final stage of dying in the wind, the statue in front of him is the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Leitlin's appearance when he was young.
He sat on the stone seat below him, leaned his back against the back of the chair, leaned his elbows on the armrest and raised his chin slightly, with scrutiny in his eyes, and a trace of displeasure between the sharp brows.
The statue's eyes are replaced by black gemstones, and the fiery eyes make the sculpture seem alive, no matter which angle you look at it, it seems that Salazar Slytherin himself is staring at you.
Even Harry has to admit that the finely carved statue in front of him, where even the hair can be clearly seen, proves that Slytherin's appearance is indeed very outstanding, even in the elegant wizard robes he is wearing Against the backdrop of the world, the extraordinary temperament of Slytherin can be called peerless!
But no matter what, Slytherin has disappeared in the torrent of time, and the sculpture in front of him, no matter how realistic it is, is just a stone.
After paying homage to the founder of Hogwarts, Amosta and Dumbledore quickly walked around the statue and stepped behind the statue to a stone door that was far more magnificent than the castle gate.
"It seems that this is the ultimate secret of Slytherin staying in the school-"
Amosta raised his head and looked up at the pitted stone door exuding vicissitudes of life, trying to see where the top of the door was, but when his neck was sore, he failed to realize his attempt.
Dumbledore, who has seen strong winds and waves, is more interested in what is hidden behind the door. He walked quickly to the stone door, with his slender and old hands pressed against the stone wall, as if he wanted to sense something through a special magical perspective. However, this Slater The stone gate left by Lin himself isolated everything, even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore could not sense what was behind it before the stone gate opened.
"Do you think Tom Riddle was here?"
Amosta took a few steps back. Since Dumbledore couldn't find out, there was no need for him to make unnecessary attempts.
"Yes, I think so, Amostar—"
Dumbledore moved a few steps, stared intently at the place with a brown spot on the stone wall with his blue eyes, and said calmly,
"Obviously, he also couldn't open the door."
"But, isn't this the secret room that Slytherin left for his heir, since he can open the secret room?"
Harry, who tried his best not to disturb Principal Dumbledore and Professor Bryan's research, couldn't help but speak. Although he thought this stone gate was very magnificent, the awe it brought to him was not comparable to the cave he was in.
"Yeah, that's really weird--"
For some reason, Dumbledore looked a little worried.
At this time, Harry made a new discovery. He saw a line of words engraved on the stone wall on the right side of the stone gate, so he reminded him again.
"Only people with pure blood can open the door!"
Amosta whispered this sentence, and then curled his lips and smiled, "It does look like Slytherin."
"I don't think it's that simple, Amosta, if you don't believe me, we can try."
The light in Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his left arm.
"Principal Dumbledore!"
Harry immediately understood what Dumbledore was going to do, he hurried forward and also showed his arm, "You can use mine!"
"Oh, thanks—" Dumbledore smiled benevolently, "but according to Slytherin, I think that of the three people here, I'm the only one who fits the bill."
A silver light flashed in the air, and Dumbledore's arm sprayed a bright red, and the rough stone door was immediately covered with dark red and shiny blood drops. Under the influence of mysterious magic power, these blood drops did not drip. Instead of falling to the ground, it quickly rolled towards the almost imperceptible stone crack in the center of the stone gate.
call!
After devouring Dumbledore's blood, a light blue smoke spewed out from the slender crack of the door, and then fell into complete silence again.
Harry seemed a bit unacceptable to this result, but both Dumbledore and Amosta looked calm.
"Why do you think this is the result, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Amosta asked, but judging from his expression, he should have an answer in his heart.
"It's just guesswork—"
Dumbledore glanced at Harry and considered his words, "The purity of blood that Slytherin thinks may be different from what we understand. He probably refers to his own descendants."
"But Voldemort failed!"
Harry said immediately, "The diary told me that Voldemort was a descendant of Slytherin, but he!"
Harry understood, and Tom Riddle told him that the Slytherin blood in his body was passed down to him through his mother, and his father was a Muggle.
The three people in front of the stone gate fell into a long silence. Harry couldn't accept that both Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Bryan had nothing to do with this stone gate, because it meant that this rare 'adventure' experience would fail, unless, they Can find Voldemort's cousins or something.
In the next conversation between Principal Dumbledore and Professor Bryan, Harry knew that some terrible secrets might be involved, but unfortunately, he didn't understand a single word.
Amosta looked at Dumbledore after rubbing his hair in distress,
"Do you think it is possible?"
"Hard to say, Amostar,"
Dumbledore obviously understood Amosta's endless questions, he frowned and replied,
"But I think it's only a theoretical possibility, because he's unlikely physically or mentally."
Dumbledore turned his head and stared deeply at the Slytherin statue sitting there, and sighed deeply,
"I hope from the bottom of my heart that there won't be a day when we have to face the situation where we have to open this stone door. But if that situation does come up, oh, that may really be the most difficult thing that I have encountered in the rest of my life. --"
Many troubles were put to an end that night, and many troubles were planted that would explode one day in the future.
Harry was ordered by Dumbledore to go to the school hospital to be examined by Madam Pomfrey. Even though he repeatedly emphasized that he was not seriously injured at all, Dumbledore still insisted on his opinion.
"--I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart, Harry, but now is not a good time to chat. You can come to my office and have a chat with me after you have fully rested."
"But the board of directors!"
Harry stood in the foyer and looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "You've already solved the trouble?!"
"Oh, of course—"
Dumbledore looked at Harry gently and smiled slightly, "Actually, I was reminded very early about what Lucius Malfoy was planning in private. I guess, by tomorrow morning, Lucius found out After knowing that I was the headmaster of Hogwarts, he probably came to me angrily to argue—”
Harry trotted up the stairs, seemingly less resistant to going to the hospital hospital, because he suddenly remembered that Ron and Hermione were also in the hospital hospital, and he couldn't wait to share with them what happened later in the night.
"I'm sorry, Amostar, I know you need to rest now-"
Dumbledore looked at Amosta with an apologetic face,
"But can I bother you to chat with me, an old man who doesn't need much sleep?"
Amosta's heart trembled slightly, he knew that something really troublesome might be coming
(End of this chapter)
When he got close to the figure, Harry's cheeks turned red, feeling ashamed of being overly nervous. In fact, what he saw before was not a living person, but a lifelike statue.
This is the statue of Salazar Slytherin. However, unlike the huge, old one in the outer secret room, whose life has reached the final stage of dying in the wind, the statue in front of him is the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Leitlin's appearance when he was young.
He sat on the stone seat below him, leaned his back against the back of the chair, leaned his elbows on the armrest and raised his chin slightly, with scrutiny in his eyes, and a trace of displeasure between the sharp brows.
The statue's eyes are replaced by black gemstones, and the fiery eyes make the sculpture seem alive, no matter which angle you look at it, it seems that Salazar Slytherin himself is staring at you.
Even Harry has to admit that the finely carved statue in front of him, where even the hair can be clearly seen, proves that Slytherin's appearance is indeed very outstanding, even in the elegant wizard robes he is wearing Against the backdrop of the world, the extraordinary temperament of Slytherin can be called peerless!
But no matter what, Slytherin has disappeared in the torrent of time, and the sculpture in front of him, no matter how realistic it is, is just a stone.
After paying homage to the founder of Hogwarts, Amosta and Dumbledore quickly walked around the statue and stepped behind the statue to a stone door that was far more magnificent than the castle gate.
"It seems that this is the ultimate secret of Slytherin staying in the school-"
Amosta raised his head and looked up at the pitted stone door exuding vicissitudes of life, trying to see where the top of the door was, but when his neck was sore, he failed to realize his attempt.
Dumbledore, who has seen strong winds and waves, is more interested in what is hidden behind the door. He walked quickly to the stone door, with his slender and old hands pressed against the stone wall, as if he wanted to sense something through a special magical perspective. However, this Slater The stone gate left by Lin himself isolated everything, even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore could not sense what was behind it before the stone gate opened.
"Do you think Tom Riddle was here?"
Amosta took a few steps back. Since Dumbledore couldn't find out, there was no need for him to make unnecessary attempts.
"Yes, I think so, Amostar—"
Dumbledore moved a few steps, stared intently at the place with a brown spot on the stone wall with his blue eyes, and said calmly,
"Obviously, he also couldn't open the door."
"But, isn't this the secret room that Slytherin left for his heir, since he can open the secret room?"
Harry, who tried his best not to disturb Principal Dumbledore and Professor Bryan's research, couldn't help but speak. Although he thought this stone gate was very magnificent, the awe it brought to him was not comparable to the cave he was in.
"Yeah, that's really weird--"
For some reason, Dumbledore looked a little worried.
At this time, Harry made a new discovery. He saw a line of words engraved on the stone wall on the right side of the stone gate, so he reminded him again.
"Only people with pure blood can open the door!"
Amosta whispered this sentence, and then curled his lips and smiled, "It does look like Slytherin."
"I don't think it's that simple, Amosta, if you don't believe me, we can try."
The light in Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his left arm.
"Principal Dumbledore!"
Harry immediately understood what Dumbledore was going to do, he hurried forward and also showed his arm, "You can use mine!"
"Oh, thanks—" Dumbledore smiled benevolently, "but according to Slytherin, I think that of the three people here, I'm the only one who fits the bill."
A silver light flashed in the air, and Dumbledore's arm sprayed a bright red, and the rough stone door was immediately covered with dark red and shiny blood drops. Under the influence of mysterious magic power, these blood drops did not drip. Instead of falling to the ground, it quickly rolled towards the almost imperceptible stone crack in the center of the stone gate.
call!
After devouring Dumbledore's blood, a light blue smoke spewed out from the slender crack of the door, and then fell into complete silence again.
Harry seemed a bit unacceptable to this result, but both Dumbledore and Amosta looked calm.
"Why do you think this is the result, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Amosta asked, but judging from his expression, he should have an answer in his heart.
"It's just guesswork—"
Dumbledore glanced at Harry and considered his words, "The purity of blood that Slytherin thinks may be different from what we understand. He probably refers to his own descendants."
"But Voldemort failed!"
Harry said immediately, "The diary told me that Voldemort was a descendant of Slytherin, but he!"
Harry understood, and Tom Riddle told him that the Slytherin blood in his body was passed down to him through his mother, and his father was a Muggle.
The three people in front of the stone gate fell into a long silence. Harry couldn't accept that both Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Bryan had nothing to do with this stone gate, because it meant that this rare 'adventure' experience would fail, unless, they Can find Voldemort's cousins or something.
In the next conversation between Principal Dumbledore and Professor Bryan, Harry knew that some terrible secrets might be involved, but unfortunately, he didn't understand a single word.
Amosta looked at Dumbledore after rubbing his hair in distress,
"Do you think it is possible?"
"Hard to say, Amostar,"
Dumbledore obviously understood Amosta's endless questions, he frowned and replied,
"But I think it's only a theoretical possibility, because he's unlikely physically or mentally."
Dumbledore turned his head and stared deeply at the Slytherin statue sitting there, and sighed deeply,
"I hope from the bottom of my heart that there won't be a day when we have to face the situation where we have to open this stone door. But if that situation does come up, oh, that may really be the most difficult thing that I have encountered in the rest of my life. --"
Many troubles were put to an end that night, and many troubles were planted that would explode one day in the future.
Harry was ordered by Dumbledore to go to the school hospital to be examined by Madam Pomfrey. Even though he repeatedly emphasized that he was not seriously injured at all, Dumbledore still insisted on his opinion.
"--I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart, Harry, but now is not a good time to chat. You can come to my office and have a chat with me after you have fully rested."
"But the board of directors!"
Harry stood in the foyer and looked at Dumbledore in surprise, "You've already solved the trouble?!"
"Oh, of course—"
Dumbledore looked at Harry gently and smiled slightly, "Actually, I was reminded very early about what Lucius Malfoy was planning in private. I guess, by tomorrow morning, Lucius found out After knowing that I was the headmaster of Hogwarts, he probably came to me angrily to argue—”
Harry trotted up the stairs, seemingly less resistant to going to the hospital hospital, because he suddenly remembered that Ron and Hermione were also in the hospital hospital, and he couldn't wait to share with them what happened later in the night.
"I'm sorry, Amostar, I know you need to rest now-"
Dumbledore looked at Amosta with an apologetic face,
"But can I bother you to chat with me, an old man who doesn't need much sleep?"
Amosta's heart trembled slightly, he knew that something really troublesome might be coming
(End of this chapter)
