Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 183 The Legend of the Chamber of Secrets is Just a Funny Story
Summer quietly came to the grounds around the castle, the sky, like the lake, turned into a purple light blue, and flowers as big as cabbages bloomed in the greenhouse.

However, Hera could no longer see Hagrid striding across the hunting ground through the window from the headmaster's room.

In fact, compared to it, the inside of the castle is more worrying, and the inside of the castle is simply a mess.

"Oh, I don't know when Hagrid will be back!" Hera picked up the water glass, sat on the chair and drank comfortably.

"Not to mention, the scenery in the principal's room is really good, but that Phoenix is ​​really disobedient."

It has been more than a month since Dumbledore was deposed, and the students are still discussing how they should catch the murderer of all attacks without Dumbledore.Fear spread like never before.Thus, the sun that warmed the castle walls seemed unable to penetrate the mullioned windows.Every face in the school looked terrified, and every laugh in the corridors seemed harsh, weird, and quickly stifled.

"We can't take risks anymore." Professor McGonagall said, she came to the principal's office, and within a short month, the principal's office became Hera's new office. "No, the attacker is likely to come back, the students in the school. He will definitely kill the students in the school completely"

"I think our best solution may be to close Hogwarts." Hera covered her face, he couldn't stand Professor McGonagall's report every day.

Dumbledore just took him to Hagrid's cabin before leaving, but it seemed that all the professors regarded Hera as the acting headmaster-all affairs were piled up on him.

"If we hadn't come to the last step and we had nothing to do, I would not agree to close Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, and she walked away quickly after speaking.

Hera let go of her hand and let out a long sigh of relief, "I really don't know how Dumbledore lives every day."

He looked back at the window, which was tightly closed by him, and dozens of owls were eager to crash in. They all had letter boxes on their legs, and Herardo didn't need to think about it. He definitely needed him to deal with the documents.

Including but not limited to letters from the Wizengamot Wizarding Association, students' parents, the Ministry of Magic, etc. Anyway, Hera didn't want to deal with them at all. In the first few days, Hera would patiently try to open the envelope and reply to them, but after a few days, Hera's patience was completely exhausted.

Hera leaned back in her chair, turned to face the large window, and kept repeating to herself Dumbledore's last words—"I've really left this school only when everyone here has betrayed me. At Hogwarts, help is always available to those who ask for it."

"But what is the use of these words?"

"And what Hagrid said, if you want to find something, just follow the spider and you will find the right direction."

Hagrid's allusion to spiders is easy to understand - the question is, where are the spiders in the castle?

There didn't seem to be a single spider that Hera could follow.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so much. Why don't you think about what songs I should sing at the opening banquet of the next school year." The voice of the Sorting Hat interrupted Hera's thinking.

"If I were you, I would obediently go take a shower. Do you know how worried the students are that you will get their hair dirty?" Hera replied venomously. Naturally, a hat doesn't need to worry about safety issues—if the monster in the secret room can petrify alchemy items, then it is really a big crisis.

"Oh, you stupid guy, you never know how important what I'm thinking about is." The Sorting Hat twisted its brim and jumped onto the high stool next to it. It went back to thinking about the lyrics.

"It's such a completely useless thing. After all, it's a hat left over from Gryffindor, and it doesn't know anything." Hera mocked.

"Hey! What are you talking about, little devil?" The Sorting Hat shouted, it seemed very unconvinced, "Do you know how hard I work every year? The lyrics can't be repeated. For a song at the opening ceremony, I have to rack my brains."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Sorting Hat, let's continue to think about it." Hera waved her hand boredly.

"Let's ask Professor Binns again. There must be something in common between 50 years ago and now. There must be some details that I haven't discovered." Hera tightened his custom-made purple cloak to celebrate the principal—the same color as Dumbledore, and it was decorated with gold thread.

Professor Binns still drew a long voice and looked at Hera with dizzy eyes. Even though he is the acting principal now, he still spoke slowly in a calm tone.And start from the beginning, even though Hera had already heard him say it once.

"About the Chamber of Secrets, you must know that Hogwarts was founded more than 1000 years ago, the exact date is not certain - the founders were the four greatest wizards and wizards at that time. The four colleges are named after them. They built this castle together, away from the prying eyes of Muggles, because at that time, ordinary people were afraid of magic, and wizards and wizards were persecuted a lot"

"Okay, Professor Binns, I've heard you say these words once, can I talk about the rest?" Hera interrupted Professor Binns impatiently. He didn't have the patience to listen to Professor Binns talk from the beginning of the school, and he didn't have much time—Professor Binns, as a ghost, is theoretically another kind of immortality.

Professor Binns paused, muttering something, looked Hera up and down with blurred vision, and continued: "Well, there was a gap between Slytherin and the others. After a fierce quarrel, he left the school."

"End?"

"It's over."

"No details?"

"No details."

"Not at all?"

"Who knows what happened more than 1000 years ago?"

"It seems to be the same." Hera nodded in agreement, he turned around and was about to leave, but the next second, he immediately realized the problem—didn't he come to ask the legend?
"So, what is the legend about the Chamber of Secrets? I don't think anyone in Hogwarts knows better than you." Hera left Dumbledore behind without any burden, anyway, he is not in Hogwarts now.

"Well," said Professor Binns slowly, "the legend is a very lurid, even comical one."

(End of this chapter)