This Hogwarts is not normal

When there is disagreement, the minority must obey the majority.

Without even thinking about it, Snape knew that no one would believe his guess.

After sending Filch and Mrs. Norris to the school hospital on the second floor, he returned to the third floor without saying a word, and walked alone into the girls' bathroom where the secret room was.

Since it was built on the foundation of the entrance to the secret room, it was either on the floor or on the wall.

The outside is a corridor, so are the interior walls and floors.

The location must be hidden, and the inner walls of all compartments can be excluded.

He set his eyes on the copper faucet that was constantly bubbling water.

It will automatically unscrew when it is closed, which is very suspicious indeed.

"Need help? Professor Snape~"

He looked sideways behind him.

There are six little ones and three professors outside.

Vincent stepped forward consciously, turned off a water head and pressed it tightly.

Then Hermione, and then Cedric.

After the reluctant Fred and George, it was finally Rove's turn.

But 5 minutes passed, and the one on the right of the door never dripped out.

Even when the faucet was turned on, not a single drop of water came down.

The four professors stepped forward eagerly.

They squeezed Rove away, and found a slightly raised snake mark on the side.

If it's not a prank, then this should be the entrance to the secret room.

"How are you sure you need Parseltongue?" Snape looked at Vincent with complicated eyes.

"If Slytherin's double snake staff is not activated by the Parseltongue, it will enter a dormant state and grow into a snakewood tree."

The tree outside the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was most likely buried by founder Isolt Thayer to prevent other Gaunt families from coming.

With the Wand of Two Snakes so precious, there was no reason why the Chamber of Secrets, on which Salazar Slytherin had hoped, would abandon such a means of absolute safety.

"Probably even he didn't expect that there would be a Parseltongue in the Potter family after a thousand years."

The expressions of several professors were quite unnatural.

Vincent preconceived that Harry, as Voldemort's old enemy, had the talent of Parseltongue.

But in the eyes of professors who knew a little about pure-blood genealogy, it was almost impossible for Harry to know Parseltongue.

The probability of the direct Gunter family appearing is very small, not to mention the Potter family that has never shown any special talent.

Mag looked hesitant.

She didn't know anything about the Peverell family, she only knew that Harry had to be brought to the Chamber of Secrets.

Although there is no actual evidence, there is a high probability that Voldemort will be the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.

"Severus, it's up to you to make the decision."

The confusion flashed across Snape's face.

Dumbledore is not there, logically it should be decided by McGonagall.

Rationally speaking, she was inclined to let Harry come over.

But emotionally speaking, she was unwilling to let the poor child take risks.

"It's a tough choice, Severus."

Vincent held down Fred and George who had something to say.

He never shared those things about Snape with his friends.

A child who has to protect a rival in love has to show disgust.

If there was no Voldemort, Snape and James would probably live like Lucius and Arthur.

The emotions hidden in the dark eyes are very complicated, and the voice is trembling slightly: "Open——open the secret room."

After he finished speaking, he turned around as if relieved, "I'll go and call Potter."

Fred and George, who were least able to read the atmosphere and talk, vaguely felt that the relationship between him and Harry was quite complicated.

This feeling of contradiction and naturalness is hard to describe.

"Old bats will scare Harry~"

"And our baby Ronnie~"

The twins eased the atmosphere a little, so that there was no further silence here.

Vincent looked at Mag pitifully, "Well, can I borrow a basilisk horn?"

She kept a slightly straight face, "This is a very dangerous item, and the basilisk may not be still in the secret room."

"Oh."

Cedric stood obediently beside Sprout.

Rove stood on the other side, exactly like him.

Flitwick looked left at Meg and right at Sprout.

He could understand why there were no little snakes, but he couldn't accept the fact that there were no little eagles.

The sorting hat can't read Vincent's thoughts, and Hermione is the Gryffindor who actively chooses.

Shaking and crying, when will Yingyuan stand up.

"Professor Flitwick~" George stood beside him, "Why don't I come and play a guest role as a Ravenclaw student tonight?"

"Me too." Fred stood on the other side, "Actually, we have always been the brains of the team~"

Flitwick replied with an awkward yet polite smile, "Really? Then I'm really lucky!"

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The eighth floor of the castle.

The Fat Lady saw Snape approaching in a low-matching bat suit, and lazily opened the door to the dormitory.

"Good boy, did you forget to bring something?"

He spits on the word "good boy."

Even the gatekeeper has been bribed, what else can't be done?

"Tell me, do these little bastards like Wei En always go on night tours?"

"Vayne?" The fat lady rubbed her eyes and said in shock, "Professor Snape? Are you playing some imitation game?"

He opened the door with trembling lips and slipped into the common room without saying a word.

"They are all professors—" the fat lady whispered.

He neither closed the door consciously nor paid attention to her portrait.

Since one night more than ten years ago, she felt that Snape was unreliable.

Look, other people's children are in the second grade, but he hasn't even made any progress.

Snape, who walked into the boys' dormitory, of course didn't know that she was talking about himself.

Go straight, turn left, turn right, and the room with a lot of sundries at the door is Harry's bedroom.

The clean one next to it belongs to Vincent.

With a dark face, he twisted the doorknob and walked in quietly like a big bat.

In his dark eyes, Harry's sleeping position was not much better than seeing Ron in a horrible way.

"Exactly the same—"

With the help of the dim light, Snape stood upright at the head of the bed.

Harry seemed to feel a little cold in his sleep, so he pulled up the neatly folded thin quilt beside him and covered him.

"Ho-"

Snape reached out his hand coldly, and lifted the quilt covering his upper body.

Harry's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

"Harry Potter—" the whisper in his ear woke him up instantly.

A chill hit the brain all at once.

The moment he opened his eyes, he first thought that he had been tricked.

But according to Vincent's personality, he shouldn't have such a bad taste.

So……

"Come down." Snape straightened up. "Get dressed and follow me."

"Google——" Harry didn't need to put on his glasses, just by hearing the voice, he knew who the vaguely bat-like figure was standing beside his bed.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"Oh well."

If he hadn't thought it was a prank at first, he would have yelled for help.

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