This Hogwarts is not normal

There are many secrets about the four founders of Hogwarts.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets counts as one, and Ravenclaw's diadem counts as one.

Hufflepuff's gold cup is in the hands of her descendants, only Gryffindor keeps both hat and sword at school.

Mag, who raised his head high, was in stark contrast to Flitwick, who was helplessly bowing his head.

But the one in the best mood could only be Snape looking up at the Slytherin statue.

The double snake sculpture in front of the stone tunnel, and the huge statue reaching the ceiling inside the secret room.

Of the four founders, perhaps only Salazar Slytherin dared to leave such a visible mark.

Vincent held the Sorting Hat, "Mr. Hat, do you know where the basilisk will hide?"

"Well—I've got to think about it."

Looking at the huge secret room, there are basically no conspicuous mechanisms such as trap doors.

While the Sorting Hat was thinking, Harry was so dry talking about opening the door in Parseltongue.

He drank a large glass of water and started on the other wall.

Hermione came to the statue of Slytherin, tiptoeing as if looking for some mechanism.

Snape was different from her.

He always felt that the pattern on the statue's robe might have recorded some powerful magic.

Replacing the patterns one by one with ancient magic runes does result in some words of unclear meaning.

But rearranging the order, the resulting sentence is not smooth at all.

"I see!" Hermione stared straight at the statue's mouth.

"I see!" The Sorting Hat said almost at the same time as her.

"Mouth?" Vincent walked under the statue.

Judging by the size, it does allow the Basilisk to get in and out.

Moreover, this statue is very large, and it is very possible to accommodate it for thousands of years.

"Salazar used to raise the baby basilisk in the cave in the houseboat. I remember he said that an environment with a small temperature difference is the most suitable."

The meaning of the sorting hat is very obvious.

Closed ambient temperature difference is minimal.

The water pipes are the first floor, the stone walls are the second, and the tunnels are the third.

The last layer is the mouth of the statue that Hermione found.

The professors all drew their wands quickly;

Vincent took out the gun blade from the multi-functional belt - super powerful enhanced version;

Hermione and Cedric are all ready;

Dobby stood in front of Harry at the base of the statue.

Behind them are four professors, and behind them are six little ones.

Once the basilisk inside comes out, the professors attract attention.

McGonagall will use the statue's mouth, reducing its size to trap the Basilisk.

Snape acted as a human shield against Venom, which was only slightly weaker than the gaze.

Flitwick, like Vincent, found the right time to attack the most lethal eyes.

When the vision is useless and the venom is almost exhausted, the team battle will officially begin.

"Hi

shar

hello

Sar—" Harry was already very familiar with this snake language.

As his last tone fell, the statue's mouth began to open slightly.

Snape narrowed his eyes, and recited the Iron Armor spell that he had prepared for a long time.

With a translucent barrier two feet thick, it shouldn't be a problem to resist the venom.

It is known that the mouth of the statue is completely opened, and nothing appears.

"It's not in there?"

"It's very likely, but we have to be extremely careful."

Harry stepped back beside Sprout and looked down the tunnel behind him.

This feeling is very strange, as if something is calling him.

"Did you hear the sound?"

"what sound?"

"It seems to have come from above."

"What!" Snape did not lift the Iron Armor Curse, but also looked in the direction of the stone tunnel.

If the basilisk doesn't come back, if the man isn't here, then...

"Boom—" A low, muffled sound came from the tunnel.

"We fell for it!" Mag trotted over.

The reason why the secret room is a secret room is because it is closed.

If all the entrances and exits are blocked, this place will become a real secret room.

"Merlin's beard!" Flitwick thought of something even more terrifying.

The entrance is the girls' bathroom, and the total length of the tunnel is 1000 feet, so the secret room must be at least [-] feet deep.

If there is something more exciting, such as pouring a lot of water down...

He was about to make this conjecture when a large rock rolled down from the tunnel entrance.

Mag raised his hand to make it smaller, and there were low and dull sounds one after another.

"Is there a possibility—" Flitwick stood next to her, "after finding out that blocking the road doesn't work, he will choose to use something more exciting?"

"Such as water?" Snape lifted the Iron Armor Curse and stared at Vincent coldly.

"Another example is fire?" Vincent pretended not to understand the look.

Everyone has curiosity.

If he hadn't found the entrance, if he hadn't called the professors, he wouldn't have dared to enter the secret room rashly.

All night without incident?

Voldemort would not be so merciful, he would only implement Slytherin's long-cherished wish even more crazily.

If they are successfully blocked, there is a high probability that they will not be able to get out in a short time.

The four deans are here, and so is the only weapon capable of harming the basilisk.

Who can resist?

Either drunk or a divination professor on the way?

A professor of Magizoology with missing arms and legs?

Or the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who sleeps like a dead pig every day?

This night without Dumbledore is destined to be unsettled.

"You're being careless, Wayne." Snape sneered coldly: "If you don't have the power to use tricks, it's the basics of the basics."

Vincent said ironically: "Yes, even the youngest dean in our history has forgotten this basic."

"Hey—we wouldn't be where we are now if it weren't for you."

"If I pretended I didn't see anything, would he miss such a good opportunity?"

Snape and Vincent quarreled for a while, and both ran to the entrance of the tunnel to shrink more and more stones.

"Whoa whoa-"

Flitwick guessed right.

The water flow came as promised, and the secret room alone could not contain it.

McGonagall pointed the wand at the wall and tried many times but failed to make the space bigger.

"A particularly complicated magic fixed the size of the entire secret room."

Not even her, but Salazar Slytherin's magic.

"We can only get smaller."

The turbulent water flow like a flood turned into water droplets floating upwards.

"Minerva, you should have figured it out." Flitwick waved his wand, and raised water droplets shrunk by Mag's Transfiguration.

"He's consuming us." She pursed her lips together. "Severus, how far can you control Fiendfire?"

Snape looked up at the drops of water in the green mist on the ceiling.

That's the size for sure.

Vincent turned very abruptly as he unleashed Fiendfire to dry up the drops.

There is another way to get out!

Dobby is a house-elf and can defy the anti-apparition spell to take them away!

Hermione also thought of this way.

But after the two said it, Snape immediately vetoed it with a cold face:

"If they were a gang, where do you two think we'd be?"

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