Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 60 Poor Performance (Happy Chinese New Year!)
Knowing from Ron what happened 10 minutes ago, Hardy immediately pulled out his wand from the wizard robe.

I saw his right hand swung horizontally, and the blazing fluorescence from the tip of the staff immediately hit the two stones in the corner of the corridor, twisting them into two parrots with colorful feathers.

"Principal Dumbledore, Professor Snape, the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has launched another attack, please hurry to the Gryffindor Tower."

Hardy said quickly to the parrot flapping its wings.

The two parrots flapped their wings and looked around curiously.

They repeated in unison, "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Snape, the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has launched another attack, please hurry to the Gryffindor Tower."

Hardy nodded in satisfaction, then waved his wand, causing the two parrots to fly towards Dumbledore and Snape's lounge.

Three minutes later, two tall figures in silk pajamas quickly appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Hardy." Dumbledore, dressed in creamy white silk pajamas and a white nightcap, quickly came to Hardy and Ron.

On his left, Snape was still dressed in black, whether it was wizard robes or pajamas, there was hardly any difference.

"Tell me." Snape looked at Hardy, his voice unremarkable.

Hardy briefly described what he got from Ron, "Our top priority is to find Harry Potter first and make sure he is safe and sound."

"Of course, or wait to see how Harry Potter turns into a Hogwarts ghost?" Snape grabbed his pajamas like a bat.

He walked out quickly along the corridor, but quickly backed away, "Mr. Weasley!"

Snape stared into Ron's eyes, "Why are you still standing there, is your leg broken and can't lead us to Harry Potter?"

"Of course not, Professor, I know, Harry left a clue!" Ron swallowed, and quickly turned to look at Hardy and Dumbledore.

God, looking into Snape's eyes almost killed him.

Maybe this is also some kind of unknown black magic?
definitely is.

Hardy and Dumbledore exchanged glances, agreeing to let Ron lead the way.

The three of them each raised their wands, and cast the Iron Armor Charm on the second-year student at the same time, just in case.

In the corridor, four people moved quickly, the wind and snow beat against the windows, and the sound of thud thump made the heart tremble.

"Harry left ketchup everywhere he walked, which he was going to dip his pizza in the evening."

From where the basilisk first attacked Harry and Malfoy, Ron followed the little runway of red sauce that was barely visible on the ground.

"Ah, Ron, so... where is Draco now?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh, Headmaster Dumbledore, I temporarily hid him in the broom cupboard, there's just enough room for him," Ron muttered.

Thinking of the broom cabinet, Ron lowered his head, for fear that the wise old man beside him would see through his face the secret.

After all, that was originally intended for Goyle and Crabbe.

Following the trail left by Harry, the four of them soon came to Moaning Myrtle's washroom.

"It smells like potion." Snape said first.

Ron saw Harry's trace leading to the bathroom, and the expression on his face immediately became tense.

"How did you get here?" Ron pursed his lips. "If the professors find out about Hermione and Compound Potion, we will be in trouble."

Walking into the bathroom, there was a crisp sound of "cracking" immediately under his feet, and Ron realized the mess in front of him.

His eyes widened, "Oh, what happened here?"

Ron walked in the forefront, calling softly while searching, "Harry, Hermione, are you there?"

Unfortunately, no one responded in the bathroom.

"Severus, what can you find?" Seeing the broken walls and floor tiles in the bathroom, Dumbledore looked at Snape.

Snape walked half a circle along the broken wall, and wiped the black ashes in the corner with his fingers, "It seems that someone used to brew some kind of potion here, but lost control midway."

"Perhaps, the out-of-control potion caused a small-scale explosion, resulting in the current situation." Snape pursed his lips, "However, this is rare, most potions out of control, there is no such big movement .”

Seeing that Snape had reconstructed the whole story with only the clues from the scene, Hardy nodded in admiration.

As the other party said, there are very few examples of potions that go out of control and cause explosions. Even if most potions go out of control during the brewing process, the raw materials will only turn into a ball of green flames.

Thinking of this, Hardy's mind immediately became active. If he could master this method of detonating the bathroom, he might be able to create another offensive alchemy product.

"Professor! Headmaster!" Suddenly, Ron shouted, standing in the middle of the bathroom, "here—"

Hardy, Dumbledore, and Snape came to Ron's side, and they all showed surprise when they saw the dark pipe under the broken sink.

"It seems that we have discovered another mysterious room in Hogwarts." Hardy judged, "Could it be the secret room left by Slytherin?"

Snape looked at Ron, "Traces left by Harry Potter?"

Ron pointed to the pipeline in front of him, "This is it, Professor Snape, everything disappeared here."

Dumbledore stared at the abyss-like pipe, and after a moment, he looked up and shouted: "Fox, Fawkes."

More than ten seconds later, a high-pitched bird song sounded, and a crimson shadow flapped its wings and flew in from outside the washroom.

It was a big crimson bird with a glittering golden tail, as elegant as a peacock, and also glittering golden, as well as its pair of claws.

Hardy knew that it was Dumbledore's phoenix, named Fawkes, whose tears were said to have an incredible effect on healing injuries.

Dumbledore stroked Fawkes's plump wings lovingly, "Reborn from the ashes, your feathers have become fuller."

Patting Fox on the head, Dumbledore ordered: "Go, Fox, go find the Hogwarts student and protect him."

Raising his head and letting out a clear cry, Fox flapped his wings and flew high, hovering around the ceiling of the bathroom, then swooped down towards the dark pipe.

"Hardy, Severus, we should go down and have a look." Dumbledore looked at Hardy and Snape through his half-moon glasses.

"Principal Dumbledore, what about me?" Ron gripped his wand tightly.

He didn't see Harry, and he didn't see Hermione, which meant that both of them were probably under the dark pipe in front of him.

"Ah, yes, you have more important tasks, Ron, Draco needs to be sent to the infirmary." Dumbledore ordered.

"Okay, okay." Ron reluctantly glanced at the dark pipe under his feet.

After a while, he suddenly took a deep breath, deliberately stepped on the ground with his left foot, and immediately tilted his body, and slid down the wet and sticky pipe while shouting loudly.

"The poor performance, he did it on purpose, Headmaster." Snape said sullenly, in a low voice.

Seeing this, Hardy laughed, "As expected, he is the little lion of Gryffindor."

Dumbledore waved his wand, cast a levitating spell on the three of them, and immediately fell into the pipe like soap bubbles.

"It seems that we have to go down and save one more student, Severus." Dumbledore said with no surprise.

(End of this chapter)