Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Everyone filed out of Professor McGonagall's small office.

Dumbledore was with Snape, Professor McGonagall was with Professor Flitwick, Moody was with one of his men, and Alvin was with a loser.

As soon as he was separated from everyone, Alvin pressed Lockhart against the wall. The huge force suppressed Lockhart's breathing.

Alvin stretched out his hand: "Give me the wand."

Lockhart's expression changed slightly: "No wizard would hand over his wand! Mr. Darknight, especially someone like me -"

Snapped!

There was an explosion, and Alvin smashed the wall with one punch, making a basin-sized hole in the wall next to Lockhart's head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hole made by Ivan. Lockhart's eyes twitched wildly. He swallowed, chuckled, slowly took out the wand, and handed it to Ivan horizontally, fearing that the other party would misunderstand that he wanted to resist. Punch to smash his head.

"Of course, if I leave it to you, I have no objection. This is due to my recognition of your strength, and I believe you will not disappoint me..."

Click!

Ivan broke the wand without hesitation, Lockhart sniffed and froze in place.

"Let's go, start the search." Ivan turned and left without looking back: "You can take advantage of this moment to sneak attack me - if you can do it."

Lockhart followed Alvin obediently, but he was rapidly thinking about how to escape from this devil.

The pressure that Ivan put on him was too much. In close contact, it was no less frightening than the fear that Voldemort brought to him.

Although Voldemort kills people whenever he disagrees, at least at this stage he still needs himself.

But Alvin is different!

At the back-to-school dinner, if you say kill someone, you will kill someone, without any scruples at all!

Especially when he saw the sky full of flames released by the other party earlier, Lockhart knew that if he made a mistake, he would never have a chance to survive.

The current situation has completely exceeded Lockhart's expectations.

He never expected that Ivan would analyze the basilisk's magic, nor did he expect that Dumbledore would determine the existence of the basilisk and the way it moved based on Ivan's analysis alone.

If we continue to pursue it in this way, I'm afraid it won't be long before people discover the existence of the secret room.

But now his wand was dug up by Alvin again, and he couldn't even run away.

At this moment, Lockhart had only one word in his mind: Panic!

"found it!"

Just when Alvin inspected the second floor and found nothing, Moody's voice suddenly came from upstairs.

Ivan hurriedly dragged Lockhart upstairs. When he reached the third floor, he happened to meet Dumbledore and Snape, who were responsible for the fourth floor area.

"Right here!" Moody shouted loudly: "Under the sink in the girls' bathroom!"

Dumbledore carefully looked at the washbasin in front of him, and finally found the symbol of a small snake next to a faucet. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that you need a little skill to open this entrance."

"What technique?" Ivan asked.

"For example - Parseltongue." Dumbledore said gently: "I guess it is like this, a unique trait of the heir of Slytherin..."

As he spoke, he looked at Lockhart: "Is Mr. Lockhart involved in this area?"

Lockhart smiled awkwardly: "Ha, after all, I am not a descendant of Slytherin. There are some things that even I can't do..."

"What a pity..." Dumbledore said, then looked at Ivan: "So Ivan, could you please bring Mr. Potter over?"

"What do you mean?" Moody said suddenly: "Harry Potter is a Parseltongue?"

"If nothing else, he should be." Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, this is not his innate ability. Forgive me for not being too clear..."

"Ask me to run errands again..." Ivan curled his lips and turned to leave.

Ten minutes later, Alvin came back with a confused Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry was a little nervous seeing so many people present.

"Harry, let me ask you, are you a Parseltongue?" Dumbledore asked.

"Um, what is Parseltongue?" Harry looked confused.

"Just being able to talk to snakes." Dumbledore explained.

"Okay." Harry nodded, not quite understanding: "I released a python in the zoo before, but many people can do this..."

"No, Parseltongue is a very rare ability..." Dumbledore said, pulling Harry to the sink: "Did you see the snake symbol? Tell it to open."

Harry: "Open it!"

Very pure Cockney accent.

Dumbledore blinked: "It seems that you can't actively control this ability... Harry, I need you to imagine it as a real snake and talk to it."

Harry nodded, looked at the snake-shaped symbol, and then made a strange hissing sound from his mouth, which sounded like a snake spitting out a message.

With a bang, the washbasin slowly disappeared, revealing the mouth of a well-thick pipe below, and everyone was in an uproar.

next second...

"Go down you!"

"what--"

With a scream, Lockhart was kicked down by Alvin.

Everyone: "..."

Ivan squatted down and covered his nose: "Are you still alive?"

"It's so dirty down there!" Lockhart's voice came from far away.

"Let's go, everyone!" Ivan jumped off the pipe without hesitation.

Dumbledore glanced at Harry: "Harry, I think you might want to come along."

Harry nodded and jumped down the pipe right behind Dumbledore.

The pipe was slippery and sticky, and exuded a terrible stench. Ivan covered his nose and slid down the pipe, and finally landed in a place that was probably much deeper than the underground classroom. Then the pipe suddenly became flat. Alvin stood up and raised his wand: "Fluorescent flash!"

The light suddenly brightened in the darkness, illuminating the entire tunnel. Only then did Alvin realize what he was stepping on—all bones of small animals.

Ahead is a dark and deep tunnel with no end as far as the eye can see.

Swah——

Something slid down behind him, and Ivan looked back and found that it was Dumbledore.

Then, Harry, Snape, and Moody also slipped down the pipe, and the last one was Professor Flitwick.

"I told everyone else to stay up there." Moody said gruffly: "The castle cannot be left unguarded."

"It's enough for us." Professor Flitwick was quite confident.

Dumbledore took out his Deluminator from his arms, clicked it, and a soft light flew out, illuminating the entire tunnel.

"Let's go, Mr. Lockhart." Ivan pushed Lockhart forward: "Don't worry, I will give you a chance to show off when you encounter a basilisk."

Lockhart: "..."

I beg you!

Be a person!

Everyone walked forward along the tunnel and turned a dark corner of the tunnel. Behind Ivan, Professor Flitwick suddenly took a breath of air.

In front of them was the outline of a huge thing. As the light of Dumbledore's Deluminator came closer, everyone could see clearly that it was a huge snakeskin, lying coiled on the ground of the tunnel, at least twenty feet long.

Ai Wen's eyes twitched: "So small..."

"So small?!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed, "You still think you are small?"

"What did you say it would be longer than the fire dragon?" Ivan looked at Dumbledore.

"A regular dragon is about twenty feet tall," Dumbledore explained.

"Twenty feet?"

Twenty feet sounds like a long time, but it’s actually just over six meters...

Ivan thought for a while, then chuckled: "Then it's also called a dragon? Hahahahaha..."

Everyone: "..."