HP Polar Night

"Dumbledore, he can't be trusted, he did it on purpose."

In the principal's office, Severus Snape stood at his desk, looking at the white-bearded wizard seriously.On the table between the two of them, an ordinary black leather notebook was lying there quietly.

The old wizard was smiling, clutching a handful of candies, and didn't look nervous at all.

"No, Severus, judging from the current situation, Mr. Black Jr. still did what we wanted him to do, and didn't make a wrong choice. Then we should give him a chance, shouldn't we?"

"He put this thing into my hands on purpose. I dare say he must have guessed who this thing belongs to. After that fool Potter gave it to him, he didn't know how many days and nights he studied it. You know Yes, he has a very dangerous talent, and there is no guarantee that he will get anything from here."

Snape said stiffly, the words seemed to come out of his lips.

"But he finally chose to give it to us, didn't he?" The old wizard seemed to have finally picked out the flavor he wanted from the pile of candies, stuffed it into his mouth, and smiled comfortably.

But his ease and comfort drew Snape's strong counterattack: "No! He gave it to me, Dumbledore, don't you understand what this means? He's testing me, he wants to Know which side I'm on!"

"Yes yes, we are all too aware of little Mr. Black's sensitivity. Oh, Severus, you are on our side, I never doubted that."

The white-bearded wizard winked at the other party, but the other party did not move.

"So you decided to tell him about this? When that person is about to come back, reveal such important information to him? How can you be sure that he will not betray us like his father, in order to follow that person? !" Snape looked like he wanted to cast a few killing spells on the person he accidentally mentioned, and his ferocious expression could definitely frighten several students.

"Calm down, Severus, I think little Blake is different from his father. That incident in the first year has put him on the opposite side of Voldemort, I thought you knew that."

"Don't say that name!"

The old wizard didn't respond, but finally looked at the notebook on the table, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes, like disgust or embarrassment.

He said: "Severus, this thing, this evil thing, I don't know how much Mr. Black has detected, but he has already told us his choice. Since he decided to give the thing to us, it is impossible to stand In the camp of darkness."

"How do you know it wasn't something thrown out to paralyze us?" Snape gritted his teeth.

But Dumbledore retorted him: "No, no, you don't know, Severus, this thing is very, very important to Voldemort. It can never be simply thrown out as bait We have reason to believe that Voldemort would be furious if he learned that this thing was missing or even destroyed."

The way he looked at the notebook was so strange that Snape couldn't help but wonder what it was that could make Dumbledore look like this.

It's a pity that Dumbledore didn't go on talking, he quickly looked away and looked at another person in the office.

"If things are as we expected, and this notebook is the key to unlocking the secret room, then we can't destroy him yet."

It was by no means a slip of the tongue that Snape noticed that Dumbledore had said "he" instead of "it".

"What the hell is this?" He couldn't help asking.

But the old wizard who knew the truth just said in a mysterious way: "I will tell you, Severus, but not now. There are some things that I haven't confirmed yet. If I confirm it, I promise, I will tell you the truth."

The wizard who didn't get an effective answer snorted coldly, but didn't continue to ask.

Dumbledore reached out to pick up the notebook, and said, "Let's put this here for the time being. In comparison, the principal's office is relatively safe. Severus, I think you can go back first. If you don't mind, Call little Mr. Black and Harry for me tomorrow."

The expression on Snape's face was mixed with deep disgust. Just hearing these two surnames already made him want to take out his wand.But the old wizard was looking at him, smiling as always.He finally nodded, indicating that he would go as promised.

After the black-haired wizard strode out of the headmaster's room, Dumbledore sat down and leaned back in the chair.He took off his glasses, his cold gaze fell on the notebook in his hand, his expression indifferent.

"Tom, I didn't expect that you still chose this path."

There were all kinds of noisy voices in the empty office, and a portrait on the wall couldn't help asking: "Dumbledore, what happened? What is that notebook?"

Dumbledore looked at the portrait, and he smiled: "It's nothing, Phineas, it's a dark magic item."

The other party obviously didn't believe this statement, but he just muttered a few words and didn't ask any more questions.And what Phineas Black really wants to know is whether this thing will have any bad influence on Agares.But he had already seen the answer from Dumbledore's expression, so there was no need to continue to ask other questions.

Facing Gryffindor, who was most like Slytherin for thousands of years, even he would not be able to learn from Dumbledore even a little bit of things that the other party didn't want to say.

Harry was taken aback when Snape called him to the headmaster's office. He thought he had broken some school rule again, and Snape couldn't wait to kick him out of the school.Fortunately, on the way to the principal's office, I met Agares who was waiting at the stairs.

"Is it Riddle's diary?" Harry asked quietly.

Agares nodded: "I handed in the diary." He glanced at the wizard walking in front of him, with a smile on his lips.He didn't expect the answer to come so quickly.

Harry only thought he was handing the diary to the Headmaster, and he was relieved, but he couldn't help worrying about Hagrid.He was afraid that this matter would have something to do with Hagrid, and he didn't want his friend to be affected badly by it.

In addition to Dumbledore, there are three other deans in the principal's office. Obviously, no one else knows what happened.They looked at each other blankly, and then cast doubtful eyes on the two students.

"Albus, what happened?" asked Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor.

Dumbledore still had the same relaxed smile: "Don't be nervous, Minerva, we just have some clues about the secret room, so we asked the two children to come over and talk. Harry, I heard you know something about the secret room 50 years ago. Don't be afraid, tell us about it." He looked at Harry with kind eyes.

Harry swallowed, and subconsciously glanced at Agares, receiving a comforting look from the other side.

"Professor, I, I don't know much." Harry hesitated to speak, but everyone present, except Snape, gave him an encouraging look or a smile, which gave him the courage to continue , including some things he never told anyone else. "On Halloween, when Mrs. Norris was petrified, I hid something..."

As long as words are spoken, they are no longer an obstacle.

"I went to the ghost dinner in the basement with Ron and Hermione that day. On the way back, I heard a strange sound, tearing...killing...starved...the sound moved on the walls and ceiling, from the underground The classroom went all the way to the third floor, but strangely, Hermione and the others heard nothing. When we appeared on the third floor, we saw Mrs. Norris hanging upside down on the torch bracket. I, I should have Told you guys, but that voice is only for me, I mean, it sounds like a lie..."

Harry looked at his respected Headmaster Dumbledore with fear, afraid of seeing reproach or distrust on his face.But fortunately, the old wizard kept motioning him to continue with warm eyes.

"Besides, I've heard that voice more than once. The first time was in Professor Lockhart's office, asking me to tear you apart...kill you...but Professor Lockhart didn't hear anything either." Harry noticed that the eyes of the others in the room were on him, and it made him feel stressed.

Ron had told him that hearing voices that others couldn't hear was a bad omen in the wizarding world, too.

"Snake language..." Agares spoke suddenly, and everyone's eyes shifted to him, a little terrified, for the word he uttered.

"What?" Harry looked at him too.

Agares said: "If I remember correctly, at the dueling club, Harry accidentally exposed his talent for the Parseltongue. If it is a voice that he can hear but others cannot, then the Parseltongue can also be heard." It's one of a kind."

"What else? Little Mr. Black, your guess should be more than that, right? Welcome to share with us." Dumbledore laughed.

Agares looked up at him and did not refuse.

"First attack, second floor, victim, Mrs. Norris, the murderer left a mark, writing on the wall. Second attack, second floor stairway, Colin Creevey, the murderer left no trace .The third attack, also on the second floor, Justin Finlayry and the ghost of Gryffindor, the murderer still left no trace. All three times were on the second floor, this cannot be a coincidence for no reason. If If there really is a monster in the Chamber of Secrets, then it must be on the second floor."

"I have inquired about what methods the wizarding world has that can cause such a petrification effect, especially the magical creatures. Catoblepas, Medusa, and Basilisk. Among them, the wildebeest is bulky, and it is impossible to pass through it. The corridors without leaving any traces. Medusa is only a legend from the time of Merlin, rarely recorded, and it is impossible to be raised. Only the basilisk, which is the most likely creature."

"Based on what Harry said just now, if the creatures in the Chamber of Secrets are really at work, I think the probability of it being the basilisk is 70%. Looking directly into the eyes of the basilisk will kill you, but if you look into the eyes of the basilisk." If you look at something, it will only be petrified."

"That's right! There is a puddle of water where Mrs. Norris was petrified. Colin saw it through the camera lens, and Justin saw it through the almost headless Nick. Nick is dead so he can't die again! "Harry screamed, he had completely believed Agares' speculation.

Several deans had different expressions. Both Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick gasped, Professor McGonagall covered his heart nervously, and Professor Snape kept his face stiff.

"Yes, yes, the reasoning is very good, for which I will give Slytherin and Gryffindor [-] points each." Dumbledore smiled happily.

"Then, in order to prevent more people from being attacked, sir, shall we seal off the second floor and find the basilisk as soon as possible?" Agares asked with a smile.In his eyes, Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, but it's not us. The basilisk is too dangerous. I think you should go back and be with the others. It's best to help the professors calm them down."

Agares noticed that the headmaster didn't mention Harry, and he looked at the bewildered boy. "What about Harry?"

The boy whose name was called turned his head.

Dumbledore blinked: "If I'm right, Harry, we still need a little help from you."

The boy still couldn't figure it out, but it didn't affect him nodding and agreeing: "Happy to help, professor."

The author has something to say:

Why was Agares able to speculate about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk?It's not God's perspective or cheating, but effective reasoning based on currently known clues.If Harry hadn't told Agares of the voices he heard, then Agares would not have guessed the answer so easily. At most, he would have guessed the area where the murderer moved and appeared through the three crime scenes.