HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"The prank is over."

Harry put away the map and followed, and in three or two steps he reached the wall, or to be more precise, a "door".

"Another secret room? Awesome! I was even leaning against this place just now." Ron was also shocked.

"Are you going in?" Lena asked.

"If you don't want to be caught, you have no choice but to go in, and don't forget our purpose tonight," said Hermione.

I don’t know if it was because of nervousness or something else, but I seemed to hear footsteps in the darkness at the other end of the corridor and around the corner.

"Are you sure there's no danger?"

"Don't worry about it, just go in first!" Harry decisively reached out his hand, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Turn off the lighting spell first Ron, we'll be discovered."

Hermione pushed Ron, and the next moment, the corridor fell into darkness.

Snape calmly held up his wand and turned into the empty corridor. The flickering light from the wand passed across the smooth wall, without any abnormality.

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"Harry…Harry! Are you okay?"

Harry's eyes brightened again. Hermione put a hand on his shoulder and Ron was looking around with a glowing wand.

"Harry, we almost didn't find you, this place is so big," said Ron.

Still feeling a little panicked, Harry looked around.

"This is where?"

"It's the Chamber of Secrets we just found. It was too dark just now. Now it looks like a storage room, so messy." Hermione replied.

Harry looked at the so-called Chamber of Secrets and his friends who were fine. He knew that this was just like the time with the basilisk, targeting only him.

Just now, after Harry turned off the lights and stepped into the darkness, he had an unprecedented feeling, or perhaps it should be called a "hallucination".

The blurry scene first turned into the sarcastic faces of the Vernon family. He was angry and irritated, and had the urge to raise his wand to inflict pain on them. He did so, and it seemed like he had blown someone up to the sky. He enjoyed the relief and pleasure of that moment particularly.

But then he saw his Hogwarts classmates surrounding him, their mouths opening and closing, and strange emotions in their eyes.

Bored and restless.

The strange was staring at him, and the vague discussions were buzzing in his ears like mosquitoes and flies. He tried to escape from these gazes and discussions, but his steps became extremely heavy, as if he was dragged by an invisible force.

The atmosphere became gloomy and depressing again, like a gathering dark cloud. Harry felt his heartbeat quicken, his breathing became a little rapid, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

After a dull thunderous sound, he saw a haggard woman killing Sirius in front of him. He watched Sirius' face gradually turn abnormally pale and was sucked into the strange white curtain.

Dumbledore seemed to be apologizing to him, but his face was also very bad, very sick. Hogwarts was breached by the Death Eaters, and he and Dumbledore were surrounded by a group of Death Eaters. He even saw the Death Eaters holding Draco hostage, threatening Draco to kill Dumbledore with the lives of the Malfoys.

Harry wanted to take out his wand to deal with the Death Eater who threatened Malfoy, but found that he had been hidden by Dumbledore. He could not get out or move, and once again witnessed the Death Eaters taking Draco away and knocking Dumbledore down from the tower.

He watched Hogwarts being destroyed and his familiar friends lying motionless on the ground. Lupin fell down, Snape also fell down, but he could do nothing. He saw a somewhat strange person, but a familiar name popped up in his mind - Voldemort.

"Harry Potter is dead!!!"

Voldemort's arrogant laughter lingered over the entire school, penetrating Harry's body like a lonely ghost. Only then did he realize that his body was also among them...

What is this? Black magic?

Harry took two deep breaths and looked at everyone as if nothing had happened, trying to calm his complicated emotions.

Reina leaned against a cabinet, quietly observing Harry's movements.

"But this place is perfect for hiding things." Ron and Hermione were chatting.

"If that Horcrux is really here, I don't think we'll be able to find it tonight." Ron looked up at the countless piles of debris.

"Try this? Ahem... Horcruxes are flying." Hermione's wand slashed through the air, and then there was only silence.

"Hmm? Ravenclaw diadems are flying... diadems are flying." After a clanging sound, many things flew in from all directions. Hermione only had time to grab one or two of them. Looking closely, they were all diadems of various kinds.

Some are covered in dust, some are worn out, and some are brand new... In short, there are quite a few.

Reina also grabbed a diamond crown that flew closest to her. The style of the crown was in line with her aesthetic taste.

"Perhaps giving tiaras as gifts was once a trend at Hogwarts."

"...Well, if I were the You-Know-Who, I would definitely set a counter-spell on the Horcrux." Hermione felt a little headache looking at the crowns scattered on the ground, and finally put down her wand.

"Although it doesn't sound that easy, if it flies towards you, do you really dare to catch it with your bare hands?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Oh, really? Then I should be thankful that there is nothing we want in here." Hermione squatted down and sensed the crowns with her wand, still holding on to a glimmer of hope.

"At least we have narrowed down the scope of the crown. The next crown that is not here may be what we want." Reina put down the ordinary crown, clapped her hands, and stood up.

"In that case..." Harry thought about stopping here for today. He was very concerned about the illusion he had just seen.

"Why don't we just let it out tonight? We can't go out now since the professor is still on patrol."

Reina took over the conversation very "considerately", patted the cabinet beside her and walked deeper.

"Then let's split up." Hermione agreed.

"I'd rather accept finding something than being caught by Snape. Let's go, Harry." Ron looked at Harry and tilted his head to signal.

"Well... okay." That was not wrong, Harry chose to ignore Hermione's advice and follow Ron.

"Ron, did you see anything when you first came in?" Harry asked tentatively.

"It was dark when we first came in. How could anyone see anything? And I don't think the mysterious person would hide anything at the door."

Obviously, Ron was not on the same wavelength as Harry, so Harry could only sigh secretly. Although he was looking for something, those incredible images kept appearing in his mind from time to time.

I have a vague feeling that if Voldemort is resurrected, those things will definitely happen. Regardless of those unkind comments, or Sirius and Dumbledore, everyone will...

Including, myself.

So why must the savior be Harry Potter?