A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"Myrtle's bathroom?" Others were still a little confused, but Professor McGonagall thought of something and asked solemnly: "Are you sure?"

“Not sure, but close to ten.

That bathroom was the scene of the first crime fifty years ago, and there was considerable suspicion.

Moreover, on the night Mrs. Norris was murdered, there were a lot of water stains at the crime scene. This is definitely not a coincidence. "

Professor McGonagall nodded, mentally confirming Aaron's judgment.

"Without further ado, let's get there quickly."

"Wait a minute." Aaron hurriedly stopped a few people, "We still need to make some preparations."

"What else are you preparing for?" Professor Flitwick said anxiously, "Ginny's life or death is uncertain now!"

"That's why we have to be fully prepared. If something happens to you guys, who will ensure the safety of hundreds of students?" Aaron explained patiently, and then he looked at Professor McGonagall, "The school needs Dumbledore now. Lido, I know you can and must contact him."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I'll inform him right away, but it will take some time."

"Also, my dormitory has the only two surviving roosters in all of Hogwarts, and I'm sure the diary doesn't know they exist.

As long as they are around, the basilisk poses no threat and is nothing to fear. "

Hearing this, Lockhart, who was pretending to be dizzy, immediately stood up and got up from the ground like a normal person, his face returning to rosy.

"Maybe I was too tired recently and accidentally fell asleep." Lockhart smiled, showing eight white teeth, "By the way, where did you say just now?

Fighting monsters, right? No problem, just leave it to me!

But I need one, no, two roosters, and they have to be lively ones. "

Hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched. Does this weirdo have to gain a sense of presence at this time?

The others also frowned involuntarily. With such shame, they might not even be able to break the life-killing curse.

"Aaron, business is important." Professor McGonagall said, "You go and prepare first. We will go to Myrtle's bathroom to find the entrance to the secret room. We will not act casually before you come."

Aaron nodded and turned towards the Slytherin common room, while all the professors went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Back in the dormitory, Aaron quickly removed the cage, lifted the illusion spell, and released the rooster that he had raised for half a year.

The two roosters flapped their wings and crowed, but before they could be happy for a long time, Abe glanced over.

A dragon's power pressed in his heart, and the two roosters immediately became calm.

Aaron took a deep breath, pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, and took out the silver sword inside.

He didn't know if he would use this sword, but just in case, he made a summoning magic circle and put the long sword into the summoning space.

After he came out, many Slytherins looked at him in surprise because the two cocks he was holding in his hands were so conspicuous.

"What's going on with you?" Draco asked curiously, "Where did those two roosters come from?"

"This is an order from Professor McGonagall, and I don't know.

I have to go out for a moment, and you guys stay in the common room until new orders are given and don't wander around. "Aaron explained vaguely and walked out carrying the rooster.

Ten minutes later, Aaron rushed to the third floor of the castle, and then saw the three Harrys standing in the corner like children who had made a mistake, and couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"How are you here?" Professor McGonagall asked loudly.

"We..." Harry hesitated, not knowing what to say, but at this moment he saw Aaron walking over with two roosters, and immediately understood what happened, and immediately said: "We also want to help ?Aaron knows.”

"Another one to help?" Professor Snape sneered, "No, there are three, but the three of you are somewhat overestimating your capabilities.

You are not needed here. Go back to the dormitory quickly. "

"Wait, maybe they are really needed here." Aaron said hurriedly, and then looked at Harry meaningfully, "There is a person here who is a Parselmouth!"

Professor Snape frowned slightly. To be fair, he didn't want Harry Potter to take risks, but what Aaron said was not unreasonable.

"Yes, Professor Snape." Ron said with a wide smile, "Harry is the only wizard in the school who can speak parseltongue."

"Weasley, you are the last person who should be so happy." Snape said angrily, "Your sister was caught in the Chamber of Secrets!"

"What?"

Ron's face changed drastically, and he fell back weakly. If Harry and Hermione hadn't helped him in time, he would have been in close contact with the floor.

"Ginny." Ron murmured in disbelief: "How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this.

She is a pureblood and should not be caught in the secret room. "

"As it is, the only good news is that her life or death is now uncertain."

Hearing this, Ron glared at Aaron with red eyes, "Can this also be good news?"

"Don't look at me like that. After knowing what happened to her, I told several professors everything, including who is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Do you know who the heir is?" Hermione asked.

"I know." Aaron nodded, "To be honest, we have all met him and even had some contact with him.

But the luckiest one is Harry Potter, who was able to save his life. "

"Um...can you explain it a little more clearly?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"Tom Riddle's diary is the culprit, the real culprit behind the scenes." Aaron said meaningfully, "The magic in the diary will make people slowly lose themselves and then be controlled by it."

Several people stood there stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Now you understand, originally I would never stand up for anything, but sometimes I really can't help myself.

I made an appointment with Ginny this morning to give Riddle's diary to me for safekeeping and then find a way to destroy it, but I didn't expect..."

"It's all your fault." Ron roared angrily, clenching his fists.

“Hey, hey, don’t accuse people unjustly.

I told you about Ginny's suspicions a few months ago, and you swore that there was nothing wrong with her.

If you had been more reliable at that time, the mystery in the secret room would have been solved long ago, and she would not have been in such great danger. "

"I..." Ron's expression froze, and his anger instantly turned into endless self-blame, "Then you shouldn't let her get that diary alone."

"Ha! Haha!

She came to me because she didn't want you to know. If she hadn't really had no other choice, she wouldn't have asked me, a Slytherin, for help.

Besides, I didn't expect that diary to have such great magic power.

I originally promised her to keep it a secret, but now it's obvious that I can't keep it a secret, otherwise her life may not be saved. "

"Okay, you guys." Professor McGonagall interjected, "Business matters are important. If you have any conflicts, we can wait until Ginny is rescued!"

"I brought the roosters." Aaron handed the two roosters to Professor McGonagall. "They are the nemesis of the basilisk."

"Leave it to me!" Lockhart said with a smile, "I promise to take down the basilisk."

He can't play the high-end games, he can't play the low-end games, and he can't beat the tailwind games. But if he can't seize the opportunity in the natural games, then his more than 20 years of work will be in vain.

Holding the rooster to that point, you can win an epic victory with your eyes closed. This kind of opportunity is impossible to dream of.

Killing the giant snake and saving Hogwarts will definitely add a lot of color to his career.

Professor McGonagall glanced at him disdainfully. Although she knew that this smiling guy was definitely unreliable, she still handed the cock to him.

Because at this moment, no one present valued these two cocks more than Lockhart.

"Let's find the Chamber of Secrets first!" Snape said calmly.

Everyone pushed open the bathroom door and walked in vigorously.

Myrtle, who was feeling sorry for herself on the ceiling, suddenly flew down, "Why do so many people want to come to my place, including many professors?"

"Sorry, Myrtle, we have requisitioned this bathroom today." Professor McGonagall said, "This matter is very important and I am not discussing it with you."

Myrtle was a little reluctant, but looking at this luxurious lineup, she could only nod helplessly, "Okay, but I have a small condition."

She pointed at Aaron, who was hiding behind the crowd, and said with an infatuated smile: "During the requisition period, just ask him to talk to me."

After the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Aaron, especially Snape, who had a weird smile on his lips.

The corners of Aaron's eyes twitched, and he said coldly: "Dream, unless it's the next life, don't let me betray my appearance."

"I just like your pride."

Hearing this, Aaron wanted to throw a magic spell at her face.

But the education he received since childhood told him not to hit women, so he could only suppress his anger and look at Professor Flitwick helplessly, "You are the Head of Ravenclaw, so you should say a few words!"

"Me?" Flitwick pointed at himself in surprise, "But she had been dead for decades when I was the Headmaster, and I didn't know her at all."

"Myrtle, we cannot agree to your conditions." Professor McGonagall said, "Next, we still need Aaron's help. We can't do it without him."

"It's not my business?"

"It's related to the cause of your death." Aaron said, "If you want to know who killed you fifty years ago, just cooperate and don't hinder us."

Myrtle heard this, struggled for a while, and flew up crying, "I just cooperate."

"Do you remember where you died?" Harry asked.

"It should be there." Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her and said, "That faucet never produces water."

Everyone stepped forward to check, checking the top and bottom of the pool, inside and out, but found nothing unusual.

"Is it possible that you remember it wrong?" Lockhart asked, "If so, tell me. It's normal to not be able to remember things fifty years ago."

"She remembered correctly." Hermione said suddenly, then pointed to a small snake carved on the side of the dragon's head, "This is the symbol of Slytherin."

"But how do we open it?" Professor Sprout asked.

"Snake." Aaron said, "Only those who know the language can open it."

Harry nodded seriously, and under the expectant gaze of everyone, he hissed at the dragon head: Open it.