The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Principal's office.

"Chamber of Secrets! Basilisk!" Professor Sprout exclaimed.

Snape couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and walked straight to Loren. He pulled his robe and walked out. His words were short and urgent: "Lead the way."

Before Loren could explain anything, he was led out with a look of astonishment on his face.

Several other professors stood up equally neatly and caught up with the two.

Dumbledore fell behind. He stood up slowly and cast his gaze on the gold-encrusted perch. On the perch, Fox, the phoenix that had just passed into nirvana and had not yet fully grown its hair, tilted its head and flapped its wings slightly.

Seeing that the other professors had left the office, Dumbledore tapped Fawkes' small beak with his finger and spoke in a voice that only he could hear: "Go ahead and make sure they are safe."

Fox rolled his eyes at him, cried in a soft voice, spread his wings, red flames rose all over his body, and disappeared on the perch.

Dumbledore then slowly caught up with the group of people.

"You, how could you enter the secret room by yourself? This kind of thing should be reported to the professor first!" Professor Flitwick screamed in a panic, shaking his short legs more frequently than others, looking a little embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall's face tightened, and her stern expression showed that she was angry now, but she knew that now was not the time to teach the little wizard a lesson.

"Well, when I was that age -" Before Dumbledore could finish his words to ease the atmosphere, Professor McGonagall glared back with a cold glare, and he gave Loren a helpless look.

"Loren, tell us, what's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Loren's footsteps stagnated. In fact, he didn't know the specific situation. It's just that the illusion left in Lockhart was triggered, and Harry and Ron didn't come back for a long time. Combining the two, he confirmed that Harry and Ron had entered the Chamber of Secrets.

If the two of them found out the location of the secret room, they would definitely not leave the secret room in a hurry. There must be an emergency to act without permission, and he went to the principal's office mainly to inform Dumbledore.

Loren hesitated for a moment: "We'll discuss the details later. Let's go rescue Harry as soon as possible."

Snape pursed his lips and glanced at him without trace. After noticing the leisurely posture of Dumbledore behind him, his steps slowed down, and even the hand that had been holding Loren's robe loosened.

No one spoke, and the scene fell silent for a while. With quick steps, the group quickly entered Myrtle's bathroom and arrived at the entrance to the pool in the secret room.

"I'll go down first!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand towards him, put his feet on the ground a little, and rushed into the pipe so fast that he left an afterimage on the spot.

Flitwick was worried that the basilisk was waiting below, and wanted to get down first to open up the situation for the others. Without saying a word, Snape turned over and jumped into the entrance of the pipe. His cloak moved the air, and the sound of hunting wind came from the pipe.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore, waved her wand, lifted up her skirt and flew into the entrance of the pipe.

Sprout moved a little slower and was stopped by Dumbledore just as he was about to enter. Dumbledore shook his head at her and said gently: "Pomona, if you stay up there, someone has to help us, right?"

Sprout squeezed the wand in his hand and opened his mouth. The fat witch hesitated to speak, and finally nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore and Loren disappeared into the depths of the pipe. When they landed on the wet ground, the three professors in front had already formed a fighting formation and quickly moved forward.

Everyone agreed that with Dumbledore protecting Loren, there was no need to worry about them.

In the dark stone tunnel, the ground was covered with the bones of small animals, and the entire space was like a huge tomb. At the exit of the pipe, water droplets fell on the ground from time to time, and the sound of splashing water echoed in the tunnel.

The group of people walked towards the entrance of the tunnel. In the distance, Snape saw monsters lying around. He did not alert the snake, but used his hands and feet gently to warn the people around him: "Be careful."

The three professors quickly pointed their wands at the entrance of the tunnel, but did not see Harry and Ron. The professors were worried that something might happen if they took action rashly, so they just accumulated strength and kept approaching the monster. The scene fell silent for a moment.

Loren looked sideways at Dumbledore and asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Shouldn't we remind you?"

Dumbledore had an innocent expression, frowning and pretending to be confused: "What are you reminding me of?"

Loren's eyes twitched... Act, keep acting, just wait to be scolded by Professor McGonagall...

The two lagging behind caught up with them, but the monster in front remained motionless. Professor Flitwick was the first to react: "It doesn't seem alive?"

Snape quickly jumped over, and his voice came from far away: "It's just the shed skin of the basilisk."

Several people from behind came forward and looked at the huge snake slough. Snape's voice was suppressed with excitement: "It is at least twenty feet long. It contains magic that has not been lost for many years. If it replaces the African book, Snakeskin…”

What was said next was mixed with various technical terms for potions, and it was so mumbled that the others couldn't quite understand it.

Professor Flitwick fiddled with the scales that were larger than half his body, feeling the hardness comparable to metal, his eyes full of surprise.

"I never knew there was such a monster hidden in Hogwarts Castle! God, there are so many students in the school...Slytherin, he-" The veins on Professor McGonagall's forehead couldn't stop beating. If Sara Cha Slytherin was not one of the four founders, and she had already cursed.

Loren stood aside solemnly, pretending not to know anything.

Dumbledore coughed slightly: "Let's move on, Potter and Weasley are still waiting for us."

The three professors recovered from their surprise and nodded seriously...

In front of the Slytherin statue.

Crabbe watched Lockhart being knocked away, desire for power flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at Harry and Ron, grinning ferociously and said, "Look who these are, Saint Potter and his friends."

"You came here to save these two little Muggle wizards, but unfortunately, now you have to die with them." His tone showed uncontrollable excitement, and he couldn't wait to watch these people be killed.

"And those two mudbloods Morgan and Granger, and that pure-blood traitor Longbottom... I will kill you one by one -"

Voldemort ignored this fool, controlled the thin snake to swim out, and raised the snake's body towards Harry: "Harry Potter! We meet again."

Harry felt the scar on the top of his head burning rapidly. Facing the viper's gaze, he did not escape at all and stared at Voldemort.

Under special stressful circumstances, Harry felt his thoughts racing at an unprecedented speed.

Venomous snakes...Parseltongues...basilisks...the chamber of secrets...the wronged Hagrid...the hemming and hawing Hagrid...

A flash of light connected all the things together, and Harry shouted out sincerely: "Voldemort! You are Tom Riddle!"

Ron's eyes widened and he looked at the thin snake in front of him in surprise.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho -" A hoarse and unpleasant laughter came out of the snake's mouth, and Voldemort swam back and forth on the ground, wantonly and proudly.

"Yes, yes." Voldemort wrapped his arms around Crabbe, controlled his wand, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three shining names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

"This name was used by me when I was studying at Hogwarts, but! You must know that in my veins, the blood of Salazar Slytherin flows, and it was passed down to me through the daughters of his descendants! Do I still have the name of my disgusting, filthy Muggle father who abandoned me before I was born because he found out his wife was a witch?"

Ron's heart was beating loudly. He could not imagine that Voldemort had such a past. He always thought that Voldemort came out of some dirty and evil quagmire and was born to destroy the world.

Harry's mind froze and he stared blankly at Voldemort. This was this man. He was once an orphan, but when he grew up, he turned more people into orphans...

"Of course, my stupid Muggle father paid the price for this. And Voldemort is my past, present, and future..." The wand waved again, and the letters automatically changed their positions and became:

I am Lord Voldemort

The professors hiding behind the stone pillars at the entrance to the room had different expressions and were surprised and confused. They planned to rush out to protect Harry and Ron and rescue Colin and Justin who were kidnapped, but Dumbledore stopped them and asked everyone to hide behind the stone pillar and watch the situation unfold.

Professor Flitwick trusted Dumbledore unconditionally, and he believed that Dumbledore would not put his students' lives in danger.

Snape took a deep look at Loren and snorted contemptuously from his nose.

Professor McGonagall was so angry that her eyebrows were trembling. She finally realized that Dumbledore had already made arrangements, and this scene was expected by him.

The discovery was infuriating, but also reassuring. Although several professors had different ideas and moods, they all hid behind the stone pillars with peace of mind and watched with a different mentality.

"Fifty years ago, you killed Myrtle and blamed it on Hagrid!" Ron shouted.

"It's me. I was the one who exposed Hagrid, Harry and - the red-haired one." Voldemort glanced at Ron and said casually: "You can imagine, in front of Mr. Armando Dippet What is the situation in front of you sir? On one side is me, Tom Riddle, who was born in a poor family but is very smart. His parents are dead but he is both wise and brave. I am a prefect and a model student in the school."

Several professors present heard this and looked at Loren in unison. They felt that this discussion was familiar, very familiar.

Loren spread his hands innocently and blinked: "Look what I do,"

Professor Snape whispered softly: "Let's see if you will grow into the third generation Dark Lord."

Professor Flitwick smiled slightly. Of course, this sentence was a joke. Not every student who comes from a poor background and whose parents have died will grow up to be the Dark Lord. Professor McGonagall was still sullen, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

"What does it have to do with me? My family is not poor." Loren retorted. Grandpa Bates is a rich man.

While laughing, Dumbledore's eyes drifted towards the unconscious Lockhart over there, and he sighed quietly... He seemed to have missed something.

Voldemort's proud voice continued: "On the other side, there is Hagrid, a big, stupid, rough-handed man who causes trouble. He gets into trouble every other week. He raises werewolf cubs under the bed and keeps them in the Forbidden Forest. Wrestling with a troll. But I have to admit, even I didn’t expect the plan to be executed so smoothly. I thought someone would realize that Hagrid couldn’t be the heir of Slytherin. It took me a full five It took me years to figure out the situation in the secret room and discover the secret entrance...Does Hagrid have such a mind and ability?"

"I dare say Dumbledore has seen through you a long time ago." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, he has been wary of me from the beginning and trusts the troll Rubeus unconditionally. Since Hagrid was expelled, he has monitored me even more closely, which is very annoying."

Although he said this, Voldemort's mood was not too volatile:

"I know that under his surveillance, it will not be safe for me to open the Chamber of Secrets while I am at school. Here I gain the knowledge of Salazar Slytherin and inherit his unfinished career and ideals. My great ancestor He has stayed with the three Gryffindors for too long, and those ignorant morals have restrained him. He could have gone further on this road."

"But I am different. I never care about other people's ignorant prejudices and can directly access the essence and truth of magic. Combined with the knowledge he left behind, I have embarked on a completely different path. Of course, I don't want to spend so many years looking for the secret room. I don’t want my efforts to be in vain, and I don’t want the legacy of Slytherin to be in vain, so I left a diary to preserve the memories of the 16-year-old me in the diary.”

Harry matched these with what he just heard and murmured: "Horcrux?"

"Yes, the basilisk killed Myrtle, and my soul split. So I left a part of me at 16 permanently in that year. In this way, I hope that one day, with luck, I can guide another person Follow in my footsteps and complete the noble work of Salazar Slytherin."

Ron looked at Crabbe and asked with some disgust: "Is this the person you chose? Did he pick up the diary? Although I don't want to say it, I think Malfoy is more suitable than him."

"Sss," Voldemort spat out, "a clumsy estrangement. Although Malfoy's conditions are also very suitable, his father Lucius is a cunning man..."

The last half of the sentence was unclear and no one could hear it clearly.

The thin snake circled around Crabbe's arm, wrapping it even tighter: "But unfortunately, the diary was destroyed. Although I'm not sure yet, I guess it was your good friend Loren Morgan who did it. Good thing."

"That's good news, isn't it?" Harry shouted forcefully, "All your plans will fail! The same goes for the basilisk attack, no one will die -"

Voldemort interrupted: "He will die soon."

Before he finished speaking, Crabbe immediately made a sneak attack, and two crushing curses rushed towards Harry and Ron respectively. The two nimbly dodged, and the three of them started fighting under the Slytherin statue.

Crabbe took the initiative to open his soul and magic power, accepted Voldemort's transformation, was induced into a magic riot, and became much stronger.

But Harry and Ron came from the troll incident, experienced the Quirrell incident, the Acromantula, and were often hung up and beaten by Loren. There were more than one magic riots, and there were many more powerful ones.

Even if the two of them were separated, they could defeat Crabbe.

Ron defended and Harry attacked. With tacit cooperation, they quickly found an opportunity. Harry hit Crabbe with a disarming spell and knocked him away. He fell at the foot of the Slytherin statue and his wand fell out.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but remained on full alert against Voldemort.

The thin snake hissed and opened its mouth, spitting out a mouthful of gray mist towards the two of them.

The speed was not very fast. The two of them waved their wands at the same time. Ron summoned a stone slab to resist the gray fog through transformation, and Harry fired another disarming spell neatly.

While releasing the magic spell, the two of them ran in different directions, dodging safely to prevent the stones from blocking the fog.

Voldemort was unexpectedly weak. The gray mist was scattered by stones, and the red disarming curse knocked the snake away, and even almost cut off the scales on the snake's body.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and smiled easily.