This Hogwarts is not normal

McGonagall's office is on the side of the corridor, facing the Quidditch pitch.

When she was woken up by the six little ones, she thought it was Muggle Halloween.

"Are you planning to invite me to the Halloween banquet because you want to make up for this year's regret?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." Vincent took off his bat helmet, "The basilisk came out, and Filch is the second victim."

Her good mood of wanting to tease them disappeared in an instant, and she pursed her lips and waved to the office behind her.

"Professor Dumbledore happened to have something to go out."

"We know—" George quickly covered his mouth.

Fred next to him smiled, "We just came from the principal's office."

Mag caught the flying wand, narrowed his eyes and glanced at them, "It just happened suddenly today, remember not to be an example."

"Ok~"

Her lips pursed even tighter, "How's the situation?"

"Petrified, just like Myrtle before."

Dumbledore wanted to keep the fishing secret, and there were only a few professors who knew that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened.

Mag's eyes swept back and forth to the six little ones in front of him.

Now that the basilisk has appeared, it is safest to go back to the dormitory.

"Professor, we are all part of the school."

Her eyes are extremely sharp.

Voldemort would not let them go, and staying in the dormitory would be dangerous to other students.

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Dungeon, Potions Master's Office.

Although Snape hadn't stayed longer lately, he didn't lie down to rest early either.

He was brewing a green, bubbling potion, which by the looks of it wasn't beneficial.

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door.

In the dead of night, it must not be a serious family.

"Knock Knock-"

He ignored him and knocked louder and louder, causing his whole face to darken.

Turn off the fire and grab your wand.

He slid past like a ghost, pulling the door open without warning.

The first thing that caught the eye was a figure dressed like a bat.

"Wayne?" He sank and the corners of his mouth rose sharply.

In all of Hogwarts except himself, only Wayne would dress like a bat;

The one with two cat ears on his head is Granger;

The two redheads are definitely Weasleys;

His face was so pale and clean, I'm afraid it wasn't Digory;

The only one with the red hood is Scamander.

These little bastards will take the initiative to deliver it to your door?

No matter, let's talk about the group first.

Snape, who was in a good mood, looked behind the six of them.

There are no square glasses, just a bateye mask of the same style.

"Severus, something has happened."

His good mood disappeared in an instant.

"Ho-ho--I'm not in the mood for a masquerade."

Mag glared at the innocent Vincent, "These are the anti-basilisk glasses, which can avoid the instant death effect of its gaze."

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Hey - some of our outstanding students can always find abnormal situations in the school."

Vincent didn't pay attention to the irony, and handed over a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

"Professor Snape, I suggest you better wear this."

He had a dark face and didn't intend to reach out.

"Professor, if you don't wear it, you will die."

McGonagall nodded, "Severus, we have no other choice."

Snape reluctantly put on his glasses.

Starting from the black frame of the lens, both brackets cover the head.

Paired with his black robe, it feels like a low-matching Batman.

Especially standing with Vincent.

"We might as well split up." Snape sneered again and again, "Wayne is most likely to be attacked, and I will protect him well."

McGonagall looked at Hermione, "Severus, Miss Granger too."

"I know." He smiled even wider, "As long as Wayne and Granger don't run around."

Vincent didn't show any fear at all, "Professor Snape, you know we can use the Disillusionment Charm."

"Great, I will definitely not hurt you by mistake."

"We won't either."

The muscles on Mag's face twitched slightly, as if trying to hold back a smile.

"Severus, assemble on the third floor."

Snape walked ahead with a frosty face.

Of course he knew about the Chamber of Secrets and Dumbledore's plans.

Last year's bait was Harry, this year it was six little ones.

According to Voldemort's personality, he couldn't help but take the bait.

Choose this time in the dead of night, either throwing blame or revenge.

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When Flitwick and Sprout were woken up, they reacted in the same way as McGonagall.

A secret masquerade party?

The current students really know how to play!

But the truth frightened them.

The Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk, the Heir of Slytherin...

Like all the staff before them, it was hard for them to believe that the legend was true.

But the facts are right in front of you, especially the two crooked lines behind Filch and Mrs. Norris:

[No one can escape purification.

This is a fact, not a warning! ]

Vincent, who followed Snape all the way, frowned.

Calling the professors meant not being able to produce the Marauder's Map.

Maybe not a coincidence, maybe on purpose.

Snape waved his wand at the writing on the wall.

Those distorted characters that seemed to be written in blood did not disappear, but began to emit a faint light.

"dark magic--"

Flitwick tried it too.

Instead of erasing, it became brighter.

Mag used deformation to separate the wall, but the two lines of text were suspended in the air.

Even if it is completely blocked, these bright red characters with traces of black magic will always emerge through the object.

She restored the wall to its original state, "simple, but difficult to remove."

Snape's face darkened even more.

It is unrealistic to seal off the entire third floor. This blame can only be borne by Harry, who has just shown the talent of Parseltongue and is most like the heir of Slytherin.

"McGonagall, when is Dumbledore coming back?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

The only way left is to close it.

Although it will be discovered sooner or later, as long as some students' mouths are restrained...

Vincent, who was looking directly at him, was offended.

Even Fred and George knew how to take care of the overall situation.

"If I were Voldemort, I would definitely spread the word secretly." He reached for the cloak and held the Sorting Hat in his arms.

"Since it is black magic, it needs a weapon that can completely destroy it."

Under the slightly surprised expressions of Flitwick and Sprout, he pulled out the Gryffindor sword.

Snape said sinisterly: "Don't tell me, you just used it for self-defense."

"Of course not." Vincent raised his sword with one hand without blushing or panting.

"I came out wearing a hat to get some fresh air, and all the portraits in the principal's office can testify to me."

Believe me, Merlin's pantyhose!

Except for the tragic kidnapping case, Snape couldn't think of a more reasonable one.

With two "swish" sounds, the two lines of twisted text like a light bulb were neatly marked with a big cross.

This flawless posture, this flowing movement, is clearly the mastermind of the kidnapping case.

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