Chapter 298 Slytherin’s Trash Can

For Harry, this Halloween really didn't have any wonderful memories.

Whether it was attending the spooky party and almost starving to death, or hearing very scary whispers afterwards, or the scene of Mrs. Norris lying stiffly in Mr. Filch’s arms, this Halloween was full of spooky things. smell.

The more adventurous a person is, the less he likes things to go beyond his own understanding.

Adventures where everything is under control are called excitement, adventures where everything is out of control can only be called death.

Harry felt that this school year was really troubled.

He was blamed by a house elf who appeared out of nowhere, and he met a very annoying professor, and then Mr. Weasley was punished because of himself...

In short, he has a bit of a backlog of ideas this year.

Do you need an amulet to add some luck to yourself?

An idea popped into Harry's mind that didn't seem to be reliable at all.

The attack on Mrs. Norris continues to unfold.

The little wizards were all in panic. Hermione had been checking books for the past two days, as if she wanted to find out the true identity of the monster in the Chamber of Secrets.

"I heard that Professor Binns got angry today." Stebbins said as he stuffed chicken drumsticks into his mouth. "He got very angry."

Summers became interested, "Who made him angry?"

"The know-it-all lady from Gryffindor." Stebbins said with a wink, "She's the little beauty that Robert likes."

The little badgers all hissed "Oh~".

Robert has a black line on his forehead, these bastards! Your skin is itchy, right?

However, before he could make any move, Summers changed the topic, "Why would Professor Binns get angry, and why would anyone listen to his class? Isn't it just for catching up on sleep?"

"Because Miss Granger asked about the Chamber of Secrets." Stebbins said vaguely. "She seemed to want to know the dangers of opening the Chamber of Secrets, but Professor Binns obviously thought that the Chamber of Secrets was nonsense. .”

Hannah looked disappointed, "It turns out there is no secret room in Hogwarts Castle."

"Yes." Robert stamped his feet, "There is one under our common room. I am currently looking for the entrance."

There was silence at the table.

"What?!" The undisguised exclamations of the little badgers attracted the attention of the professors. After asking for the reason, Professor McGonagall said angrily, "Don't spread rumors in the school! Mr. Leslie! Ministry of Magic Countless people have come to check it out, but nothing has been found!”

Robert glanced at her with a strange expression. Professor, you must have resented your old employer after leaving the Ministry of Magic. If it is confirmed that there is such a secret room in the future, where will you put the prestige of the Ministry of Magic? ah?

Although it is understandable that Professor McGonagall does not want the students to worry too much, this is not an excuse for her to still deceive herself into thinking that there is no secret room after the secret room has been opened.

So Robert just shrugged and said that he would not discuss topics related to the secret room again.

But the principal obviously had a different view than her.

That night, Robert arrived at the eighth floor as usual, and saw an old man from a distance who had been waiting for a long time.

"Good evening, Professor, I'm glad I met you during my night tour." Robert released the illusion spell, "Would you like to come to my secret base for a cup of hot cocoa?"

"Oh." Principal Dumbledore seemed to be startled, and then he said with a smile, "Nice Disillusionment Spell. Hot cocoa? That's really great! I like to have a cup before going to bed. In fact, I I was going to treat you to a pile of cockroaches."

With that said, he followed Robert into the Room of Requirement.

Robert's secret base is actually a large study room. There are many books on the bookshelves, a thick wool blanket on the floor, a large sofa and a coffee table. It is actually a room for leisure.

After sitting down, the two drank a cup of hot cocoa and chatted about the knowledge of magic. Principal Dumbledore was very satisfied that Robert did not waste his existing magic by focusing on druid chanting magic.

"Okay, the chat is over." Principal Dumbledore ended the topic and said relaxedly, "Oh, I have to say that your hot cocoa tastes really good, is there anything else? I want to have another cup before going to bed. "

Robert had a look of pain on his face, "Ah, this is what Elsa mailed to me..."

Having said that, there were two more cups of hot cocoa in front of the two of them.

Principal Dumbledore took a sip and said, "Okay, let's talk about the Chamber of Secrets."

Robert put down the teacup and looked at the principal with a serious expression.

The principal was quite direct. He just said, "I heard that Robert found a room that we have never found. If you don't mind, can you share it with me, an old man? You know, I am getting older. , it’s a bit easy to think too much, if one of your students accidentally falls in..."

He curled his lips and said, "Oh, I think this one should be quite big."

"Actually, I'm planning to explore by myself. You know, I'm the age where I like adventure." Robert shrugged, "If the guy inside hadn't run out, I probably wouldn't have told anyone else. There’s something like a huge secret room beneath our feet.”

"I don't advise my students to take risks." Principal Dumbledore reminded tactfully, "After all, you are still a child, aren't you?"

Robert blinked, "Well, you can't tell Aragog this, he will cry in his tombstone."

Principal Dumbledore shrugged, "Well, although I don't want my students to take risks, I can take you to have a long experience. So... if you have anything interesting, don't forget me, old man ah."

Wow, doesn’t that mean that I can have a powerful wizard as my companion in future adventures?

Robert thought happily, but it was just a thought. Mr. Principal had so many things to do, how could he have so much time to play with him.

"The location of the secret room is under the kitchen." Robert said with certainty. "There is a trash can left by Slytherin in the kitchen. The house elves will throw leftover food in and treat it as kitchen waste. .”

"The trash can left by Slytherin?" Principal Dumbledore was obviously stunned, and then he suddenly realized, "So, if it was the trash can left by Ms. Hufflepuff, who advocates peaceful coexistence with house elves, it would naturally not be the same. There would be some problem, but if it's from Slytherin, that's suspicious in itself."

"That's true." Robert nodded, "A person who values ​​pure blood and hates house elves would actually leave a trash can for them to throw away kitchen waste. It's strange no matter how you think about it, so I experimented. .”