Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 40 Hardy's Analysis

Inside the messy alchemy professor's lounge.

Thumb-sized cracks covered almost half of the walls and cabinets, and a large hole in the ceiling caved in, connecting with the outside ventilation duct.

A sudden change caused the interlocking formations to go out on a large scale, and eventually the fluorescence ceased.

A magic-gathering cup with one-third of its rim damaged fell to the ground with a bang.

Taking a deep breath, Hardy rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches. He never thought that today would end like this.

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Hardy picked up the broken magic-gathering cup on the ground, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

"This is..." Looking at the few drops of clear "dew" at the bottom of the broken magic-gathering cup, his slightly pale face began to quickly turn rosy.

Fingers touched the "dewdrops" in the cup, and Hardy's eyes glowed, "The liquid contains magic power. It seems that the manufacture of the magic gathering cup is not a complete failure."

Hardy put the partially missing magic cup on the table, and after waiting for about 10 minutes, a small handful of the original solution appeared at the bottom of the cup.

Original solution, this is Hardy's new name for the clear "dewdrop" that contains magic power.

Although it was severely disturbed, the magic gathering cup in front of Hardy's eyes still had a certain degree of function.

"This is really a blessing in misfortune!" Hardy couldn't help but admire, it seems that today's good luck has never gone far.

According to Hardy's estimation, it would take about 36 hours for the current Gathering Cup to be completely filled with the original solution.

Although there have been many twists and turns, everything is proceeding according to Hardy's conjecture and expectation.

It wasn't until seeing this scene that Hardy's always tense nerves relaxed a little.

"It's not in vain at all."

However, before Hardy could rest for a long time, Professor Snape grabbed his professor's robe and suddenly visited late at night.

"Professor Ollivander, Principal Dumbledore has something to call everyone, please go to the infirmary immediately."

Pushing open the door, Snape couldn't help being startled when he saw the mess in the room.

He used his trademark slow speech speed, and asked slightly sarcastically, "Oh? Professor Ollivander, you will make formations all over the floor. What is unique about the whole Hogwarts?" Alchemy idea?"

"This is really a good idea. Professor Snape gave me a good inspiration."

Hardy seemed to walk a few steps casually, but he quietly blocked the Gathering Cup behind, "Turning the entire Hogwarts into alchemy products, do you think Principal Dumbledore will agree?"

Snape glanced at Hardy lightly, "Now, I don't have time to discuss these trivial things with you. The infirmary will gather in 10 minutes."

Seeing Snape turn his head towards other professors' rooms, Hardy looked at the dilapidated room behind him, "It seems that we have to change the lounge..."

10 minute later.

Holding the wand temporarily supplemented with magic power, Hardy came to the Hogwarts infirmary.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape and others were discussing something in low voices around a hospital bed opposite Harry.

"Principal Dumbledore." Hardy asked, "If I'm not mistaken, there was a second attack?"

Dumbledore said solemnly, "Yes, Hardy, although I don't want to admit it, but your guess is right."

He moved a few steps to the side, and pointed to the petrified figure on the hospital bed behind him, "The second attack happened, and the victim was a first-year freshman—Colin Creevey."

Dumbledore's voice became low, "Everyone, things are getting worse and worse. It started with Mrs. Norris, and now it's our students."

Pursing his lips, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but said: "I think the secret room left by Slytherin in the legend has indeed been opened again."

"The chamber of secrets left by Slytherin? Again?" Hardy looked at him in confusion.

So, Professor McGonagall simply repeated the legend of the Chamber of Secrets circulating in Hogwarts.

"The Chamber of Secrets was first opened 50 years ago, and an innocent little witch suffered bad luck and lost her life. Her name was... Myrtle Elizabeth Warren."

"For decades, in order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy, we have been searching for the whereabouts of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, but unfortunately found nothing. Until today, it has been opened again!"

Seeing that Professor McGonagall no longer expressed his opinion, Snape said, "As far as I know, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago seems to have something to do with... Rubeus Hagrid, so this time..."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Snape, "Severus, I have to tell you that the tragedy 50 years ago had nothing to do with him. I know he is innocent, although there is no evidence."

Snape didn't speak anymore, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Everyone, I think it is necessary for me to tell you that Colin Creevey is not the only victim of this attack...I mean, just now, I was also attacked."

As soon as the words fell, Hardy could clearly hear the voices of several professors gasping for air, and they were staring at him in astonishment.

Dumbledore looked closely at Hardy through his half-moon glasses, "Haddy, tell me what happened to you."

So, Hardy gave a brief overview of what happened to him being attacked, and at the same time described the making of the Gathering Cup as a research on alchemical creation.

"It's unbelievable that this attack involved our Hogwarts students and professors at the same time! This..."

Professor McGonagall's face was full of worry, "How should I explain to the students? Some students already know about the attack on Colin Creevey."

"Minerva, just tell the children the truth, there is no need to hide it." Dumbledore said calmly, "Tell them that Hogwarts is facing a crisis, and everyone must be vigilant."

Professor Flitwick nodded, "I've arranged for a few prefects to step up their night patrols, and I'll ask the students to go together, no matter what they want to do."

"Well done, Felius, you have thought about it in a timely manner and are very thorough." Dumbledore's expression eased a little.

"Principal Dumbledore, professors, based on the circumstances of my attack, I may be able to draw some useful information."

Seeing that the atmosphere around the hospital bed was a bit cold, Hardy spoke again, "First of all, I think the monster that attacked me is a kind of snake. I heard the sound of it spitting out a message. I guess... Maybe it's a basilisk? Only this kind Only magical creatures can have a long life force of hundreds of years."

"Snake monster? Its ability is not as simple as petrifying people." Professor Flitwick questioned, "It is said that anyone who looks at its snake eyes will be taken away by the scythe of death."

"Yes, it is indeed recorded in a series of ancient magic books." Hardy nodded, "I just put forward a hypothesis or possibility, for example - the old and dying basilisk, the special ability of its eyes has the same Is it powerful?"

Several professors are thoughtful, but no one really knows.

"Secondly, although I don't know exactly where the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is, the basilisk... let's call it that, is supposed to move through ventilation ducts throughout Hogwarts."

"Where's the evidence?" Snape said in a low voice.

"When the basilisk attacked me, the walls of my lounge were intact, but the ceiling that connected the ventilation ducts collapsed. I think that is enough proof."

"Great, Hardy's views are very insightful." Dumbledore finally showed a smile, "Whether it is correct or not, at least it provides us with a feasible thinking direction."

(End of this chapter)