Chapter 64 I am Parseltongue
Late at night, in the dormitory.
Basil dozed off.
But at this moment, he did not recall the trip to Diagon Alley with Hermione during the day.
Nor did he recall the delicacies at the Christmas dinner: a hundred fat roast turkeys, piles of roast meat and boiled potatoes, plates of delicious sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, plates of thick and thick gravy and cranberry sauce...
and every few steps on the table, there would be a blast like a cannon bombardment, emitting blue smoke that swallowed the whole person, and there were firecrackers with gifts such as mice, top hat wizard chess, etc.
In fact, he was observing Harry.
Don't get me wrong, he was not infected by the gay atmosphere in England. It was that he didn't know whether Harry would wear the invisible cloak tonight to walk at night, whether he would encounter the Mirror of Erised tonight, and whether he would talk to Dumbledore tonight.
Movies and novels are two carriers.
He didn't read the novel.
The movie didn't specifically show which day of Christmas it was.
Therefore, in order to carry out the diary destruction plan smoothly, he needs to observe Harry in real time and see his movements.
"Bajiel?" Harry climbed to his bedside and pulled open the crimson flannel curtain and asked softly.
Bajiel did not answer. He knew that Harry was just pretending to ask.
Sure enough, in the Hogwarts in his mind, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he tiptoed to put on the invisibility cloak.
The whole person disappeared in the darkness.
If it weren't for the current Hogwarts being equivalent to Bajiel's other body.
He probably wouldn't be able to detect Harry's trace.
He is now very curious about where Harry will go?
In the movie, Harry thought about going to the restricted book area of the library because he couldn't find out who Nicolas Flamel was. What about now?
Now Harry has reached the 4th floor.
But in the library on the 5th floor, there is a shortcut to the 2nd floor covered by a tapestry.
It still can't completely deny the possibility that Harry wants to go to the library.
Bajiel also began to look for Dumbledore's traces.
"Old pervert!"
Badger was startled. He burped with a smell of turkey and cake.
Dumbledore was standing behind Harry. The Mirror of Erised floated and moved behind him.
Basil had never seen such a high-level Disillusionment Charm. Not only the sound, body temperature, and appearance were hidden.
Even the magic magnetic field was almost hidden. Perhaps it was because of Dumbledore's superb brain occlumency?
But this was too amazing. You know, Hogwarts is equivalent to Basil's body. Dumbledore was equivalent to fooling Hogwarts.
At the moment, Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, observing Harry's every move closely with interest, sometimes even very close.
If Basil didn't know the identity of Harry's Horcrux, Dumbledore was more likely to be observing the soul and Lily's love spell. He might really think Dumbledore was an old pervert.
But even so, Basil couldn't help but mourn for Harry.
He now found Harry's destination - the girls' bathroom on the third floor, the one with Myrtle, the one he said had a secret passage this morning.
At this moment, the old pervert Dumbledore also looked at Harry with a perverted look.
"Am I wrong? I shouldn't have let Harry grow up in the Dursley family, so that he likes the girls' bathroom. Harry is hated by Petunia not only because he is a wizard? Alas, it seems that Figg alone is not enough, and Harry's elementary school should also have one. This problem will be discovered and corrected in advance."
Just as Dumbledore was regretting, Harry pushed open the door of the bathroom.
"Who is it?" A miserable female voice with gurgling sounds sounded, "Peeves? Are you trying to make fun of me again."
"I'm not Peeves, Myrtle." Harry replied boldly.
He suddenly realized that he could disguise himself as a ghost. He was very familiar with Nearly Headless Nick and knew that ghosts could also be invisible.
And Myrtle was not sociable and was not familiar with other ghosts.
Boo! There was a sound of something coming out of the toilet.
Accompanied by a stream of water splashing on the ground.
The ghost of a short, fat girl appeared through the toilet door.
Her face was the most melancholy and gloomy face Harry had ever seen, half covered by straight long hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.
"What?" she asked with a stern face.
"I want to ask where the secret passage is, in this bathroom." Harry asked.
"You are not a ghost?" Myrtle screamed, "Am I so easy to fool? I stay here well, thinking about my own problems, on Christmas! And you come to make fun of poor Myrtle again!"
"Although I am dead, I also have feelings!"
"My life here has no joy, only sadness, and now I am dead, people still don't let me go!"
As she said, tears fell quickly from her transparent little eyes.
"I never said I was a ghost!" Harry said quickly.
...
While Harry was trying to calm Myrtle down, Dumbledore became serious.
He was not relieved that Harry was not a pervert.
"Could it be that the creature that killed Myrtle came from the secret passage here? The exit of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is the girls' bathroom? How did Harry know there was a secret passage here? Quirrell or...Tom."
"However, Harry will definitely not be able to ask anything. This secret passage and secret room cannot be discovered by ghosts, even if they can penetrate the wall."
"If it were possible, this secret room would not have been discovered by anyone for thousands of years."
Dumbledore thought, stroking his beard.
However, this was without Bagir's intervention.
"Our Partner - The Magic Wand" mentioned: [As long as you are a wizard, you should be able to use almost any tool to express your magic]
And Hogwarts, if viewed as a whole, is not a tool.
Under the cover of the magnetic field of this ancient castle, two confusion spells appeared close to Myrtle and Harry's scalps and shot them one after another.
So, Myrtle began to say: "I just assume that you are not joking with me."
Then she spoke of her own death with a look of honor, "...I just remember seeing a pair of huge, scary yellow eyes. It was like my whole body was grabbed, and then I floated away. I just dead."
"If you insist that there is a secret passage here, it should be where the eye appears." Myrtle floated to the pool and pointed to a copper faucet with a small snake engraved on the side.
"I have also heard rumors that I was killed by the monster in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Although some people said it was Hagrid's stupid monster (Harry exclaimed: Hagrid!), but he was obviously It’s a scapegoat. This faucet never comes out of water, and it’s engraved with the symbol of a snake…”
Myrtle smiled proudly, "This must be the entrance to the secret passage. The way it opens may be related to Slytherin's most famous symbol-Parseltongue."
"Parseltongue? What is that?" Harry didn't care to think about Hagrid, he had a bad feeling.
"You don't know?" Myrtle's body swelled, and she was obviously more proud.
"Just the ability to talk to snakes."
Harry took off his invisibility cloak and said with a dejected expression, "Then I am... a Parseltongue."
