It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 88 Entrance to the Chamber of Secrets

"We have important matters to report to Professor McGonagall, you'd better let us out, Percy!" Ron didn't have much respect for his brother.

In other words, among these brothers and sisters, the one he hated the most was Percy, who was usually put on airs.

Although Percy was unhappy with his attitude, he didn't say much, but said lightly.

"Professor McGonagall is not in the office right now. The professors are all in a hurry. It's not too late to talk about it tomorrow morning."

The prefects guarding Hogwarts were not only Percy, they had no intention of releasing Harry and Ron. Obviously, before leaving, Professor McGonagall had given them a death order.

There was no way, Harry and the others could only choose to go back to the dormitory first, and report these things to the professor tomorrow morning.

At this time, several main professors of Hogwarts were gathering in Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

"You, Minerva, will arrange the job of escorting the students home tomorrow morning. If the others want to stay in this castle, they can stay, or they can leave with the train."

Dumbledore calmly assigned tomorrow's tasks, as if they were breaking up.

The professors still had expressions of disbelief.

They never thought that Hogwarts, a school of magic and magic that was about to be established for 1000 years, did not fall to two generations of Dark Lord cholera, but would be closed now!
Especially under the governance of Dumbledore, known as the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever known.

It sounds extremely absurd.

Professor Sprout sniffled, and she asked with red eyes.

"Has it really reached such an irreversible point?"

Professor McGonagall's original serious face was also extremely lonely at this time. She remained silent, obviously unable to accept this fact.

Professor Flitwick kept shaking his head and sighing. Even Snape, who had always been cold-faced, had a bleak face and his brows were furrowed. He was wondering if Dumbledore was really powerless.

Looking at their expressions, Dumbledore smiled slightly and comforted him.

"Don't show such an expression as if we are going to say goodbye. It's just a temporary closure of the school. After the safety of the castle is ensured, the school will continue to teach normally."

He lay on his chair and said to the professors.

"Go back and prepare to start patrolling tonight. Don't go wrong on the last night. Maybe we can find out by accident before the school is closed, and maybe we can catch the murderer?"

The four deans left Dumbledore's office, but only Sherlock stayed on.

He stared at Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair, lost in thought, and asked.

"You're leaving Hogwarts tonight?"

Dumbledore's fingers tapped lightly on the desk surface.

"This is a rare opportunity for him, but it's not the only one, so we need to give him enough sense of security." As he spoke, his eyes turned to a letter on the desk, "Besides, I do have something that must be done tomorrow." things to deal with."

Sherlock could vaguely see the person who signed the letter - "Nick Flamel".

"And what if Tom doesn't get out in the end, as you thought?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"Then wait until Hogwarts is closed to conduct a large-scale investigation. When will the basilisk be found, and when will it stop."

"but your reputation"

"Oh, do you think I care about these things, Sherlock." He blinked and said indifferently, "If my reputation can be exchanged for something practical, then I will agree to it without hesitation. False perceptions mean nothing to me."

Sherlock got up helplessly, ready to leave.

He felt that although Dumbledore's plan had the possibility of success, the probability of failure was also high, but he didn't speak out his mind.

Before Sherlock left the office, Dumbledore suddenly said something.

"No matter what happens, you must protect Harry. Also, don't forget what I prepared for you."

Sherlock held out a hand with his back to him, signaling that he understood, and then left the principal's room.

On this last night at Hogwarts, the students hardly slept well.

The same was true for Harry and Ron. They tossed and turned until the middle of the night before falling asleep for a while. When they woke up, they found that the sky had begun to dawn.

When they got up from the bed and were about to wash up, they realized that Neville's bed was actually empty!
"Where's Neville?" Harry asked curiously.

Both Dean and Seamus in the dormitory shook their heads, and they didn't know where Neville had gone.

Harry obviously sensed something was wrong, he hurriedly ran out of the common room with Ron, at this time there was no prefect to stop them from going out.

As a result, they did not find Professor McGonagall in the office, but met Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, in the corridor.

Nick looked downcast, sighing as he floated down the corridor.

Harry saw him ask hurriedly.

"Did you see where Professor McGonagall is, Nick."

"Professor McGonagall?" sighed Nick. "Well, I just saw the professors assembled in the faculty room."

"Thank you, Nick!"

Just when Harry and Ron turned to go to the teachers' lounge, he suddenly heard Nick talking to himself behind him.

"...It is obvious that when Myrtle died 50 years ago, it was not at this point. Hogwarts is going to be closed."

Harry stopped his steps suddenly, he was on the spot in a daze, and Ron looked at him puzzled.

"What's wrong with you? Let's find the professor quickly?"

Harry's eyes widened, almost overflowing with excitement.

He didn't answer Ron's question, but turned quickly back to Nick.

"You said just now that Myrtle died fifty years ago!"

Nick looked very upset about the closure of Hogwarts, he said wryly.

"That's right, it was rumored that the Chamber of Secrets was opened 50 years ago, and Myrtle died in the bathroom on the first floor. At that time, Hogwarts was not closed, but now it is... alas. "

Harry jumped up excitedly.

"I know! I know where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is!"

Ron was still confused, he didn't understand why Harry was so excited all of a sudden.

"The person who was killed by the monster in the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago was Myrtle! She died in the bathroom on the first floor, and she stayed there even if she became a ghost! Besides, the bathroom still has access to the pipes Entrance!"

Harry took Ron and ran towards the teachers' lounge, explaining to him quickly.

"So it is very possible that the bathroom is the entrance to the secret room! We must tell the professors the news quickly!"

(End of this chapter)