In the quiet night, everyone was sleeping soundly. Harry snuggled under the covers, listening to Ron's snoring, his eyes darting aimlessly over the crimson drapes, watching them change their texture as he pleased.
It's already so late, why hasn't it started yet?
He scanned the professors with his divine sense. They were still patrolling the castle. They were probably worried that some fish that had not eaten dinner would come out for a night tour. Harry really wanted to go out and tell them to stop looking, that there were so many delicious pastries for dinner that even Malfoy, who had never had a good appetite, had a few extra pieces, and that there was no one wandering around at all, so they could just start looking.
He yawned and shrank back into the covers, his eyes half-opened and half-closed lazily.
The sleeping potion was indeed very powerful. She was really a little sleepy. Because he knew that it was completely harmless to the body, he ate more at night. It seemed that this level of magic medicine would also be effective on cultivators. He had to be careful in the future. He didn't think that he could eat anything just because he was a cultivator.
(Ying, what are you doing?)
(Sleep.)
(Oh.)
(What's the matter?)
(No, I just wanted to talk to someone. They were so slow that I almost fell asleep.）
(Yeah.)
(How do you think they will open the Chamber of Secrets?）
(Use the Horcrux?)
(Get someone to open the door and pretend to be controlled? Could Voldemort's soul fragment be that stupid?）
(He had lost much of his sanity in the post-production of Horcruxes. A Confusion Charm should be enough, right?）
(Maybe. Dumbledore's no worse than Voldemort, watch them fight. Ah, it's starting--)
(You promised…)
(Yes, yes, yes. I'm staying in the dormitory obediently.）
Closing his eyes and concentrating, he " saw " Hagrid carrying a cage and walking to the second floor with Professor McGonagall. [] Luna followed them, looking dazed, as usual.
When they reached the bathroom on the second floor, Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a silver-white tabby cat jumped out from the top of her wand and jumped out agilely.
Harry supposed it was going to call the other professors to gather, remembering that he had been busy with the D.A. and hadn't started learning the Patronus Charm yet.
He diverted some of his attention to the tabby cat and watched it pass through the walls to find the professors who were still patrolling the corners of the castle. Finally, it turned into a cloud of white fog and disappeared.
Snape's robes rolled over, and a short, fat ghost wearing thick glasses floated past him. It looked at him in surprise and said something. He pulled out his wand with murderous intent, fixed the ghost, threw it into a cubicle, and kicked the door.
"Puchi!"
Harry couldn't help but roll around in bed, one hand over his stomach and the other over his mouth, shaking with laughter.
(It's... very... interesting, I'll bet he's never been in this... this situation in his life-interrogated by a ghost in the ladies 'room.) Haha…If word got out, his reputation as a Potion Master would be ruined…)
The two unscrupulous viewers who were watching the live broadcast laughed at the same time.
Soon Dumbledore arrived with Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfrey.
Harry couldn't help but laugh again, pounding his right hand on his quilt.
(If.. if Snape had arrived later and been caught with them... by Moaning Myrtle, it would have been even more interesting. Think... think of the principal and the professors gathering in the ladies 'bathroom in the middle of the night... haha...)
(Cough…I hope she's not such a talkative ghost.)）
(Oh, dear Shadow, your hopes are dashed. I'm sure the whole of Hogwarts knows what she knows.）
(Actually, this is nothing. After the Basilisk is destroyed, the matter can be announced. It won't cause him any trouble.）
Harry scooped up the quilt and pulled it back in.
(Please, let me imagine what it would be like. Do you know how many points he deducted from us?）
Dumbledore opened a black box and took out a worn crown. He tapped it with his wand and handed it to Luna.
Luna still looked a little dazed, but her face was slightly pale. She took the crown and put it on under the gentle and encouraging eyes of the professors.
Her silver-gray eyes went from hazy to calm, and she spoke to a brass faucet with a snake carved on it, which Harry could tell from the professors 'expressions, though he could not hear, that she was not speaking English.
(Oh, I don't even understand snake language now.）
(If you feel that it's a pity, you can put the soul fragment back.)）
He rolled his eyes and continued watching the show.
The faucet gave off a dazzling white light and disappeared, revealing a very thick pipe.
Dumbledore took the crown off Luna's head and put it back into the box, which vanished from his hand. he instructed Madam Pomfrey and slipped into the pipe first.
Madam Pomfrey hurried away with a dazed Luna, Snape and Professor Flitwick followed into the pipe, and Hagrid, clutching the cage tightly, slipped in last.
Professor McGonagall stood guard with her wand in hand.
Harry tried to keep looking, but there was a strange, invisible barrier blocking his divine sense. Frowning, he tried again and again, but failed to break through it.
He was momentarily dumbfounded.
(No way? I originally thought that I couldn't see the situation inside because the secret chamber wasn't opened. Why can't I see anything even though it's opened?）
It was as if she heard Lan Ying's laughter.
(Didn't you say that wizards are no worse than cultivators? That was Slytherin's carefully arranged secret chamber. After so many years, no one could find it. Do you think it was a coincidence?）
(Just a little depressed. I should have thought of this earlier. Just like Dumbledore couldn't detect my invisibility, cultivation and magic are two completely different fields. I really can't rely on this to be invincible.）
(It's good that you know.)
(Hehe, I'm a wizard anyway, I'll surpass him one day.)）
(Hmph, then you can work hard slowly. Since there's nothing else, I'll go to sleep first.)）
(Ah-talk to me for a while.)）
(Do you think I'm calling? It's a waste of mental energy.)
Beep...
Harry thought he heard the sound of the phone being hung up, and his face sank.
Why was this guy with no sense of brotherhood becoming less and less fun?
He didn't even think about who spoiled him to this state.
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