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At the Hogwarts party, everyone ate with gusto.Even students who are constantly worried about being attacked by Harry Potter.

The auditorium looked magnificent.There are not only a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, but also a thick frieze of criss-cross ornaments and holly trees on the ceiling.Dumbledore led them in some favorite Christmas carols.Hagrid's voice grew louder as he downed cup after cup of butterbeer.

Percy didn't notice that Fred had bewitched his prefect badge so that it read "stupid", and he kept asking what everyone was laughing about?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione who came in a hurry soon joined the happy family.Followed by Lockhart, he happily stepped on cheerful steps, came to Dumbledore's side, lowered his head, leaned into Dumbledore's ear, and said something.

Afterwards, Dumbledore's expression changed, and he hurried away from the Christmas party with Snape and Professor McGonagall who were sitting on the teacher's seat.Harry, Hermione, and Ron all knew what was going on, so they didn't discuss it in whispers like other students.The three of them just did a very thrilling thing, and now is the time to replenish their strength. After arriving in the auditorium, they began to eat and drink.

"Are you just giving him the credit?" Ron looked frustrated, but he was still biting a delicious chicken leg.In the other hand was a glass of red grape juice.

Harry buried his head in drinking the pumpkin juice, his emerald green eyes flickered with unknown intentions.He always felt that this was not a good thing, so he didn't intend to claim credit.And he didn't kill the snake. Lockhart, who has always been stupid, went to ask Dumbledore for credit. He believed that with Professor Dumbledore's IQ, he would definitely guess some leaks.

He also believed that Professor Lockhart would confess them later, and he would tell the truth when the time came.Anyway, they didn't kill the snake, and, as second-year students, it was difficult for them to do powerful magic, let alone kill a snake.

"Do you know what a basilisk is, Ron?"

Ron put the gnawed chicken bones on the dinner plate, thought for a while, and shook his head.He is not a master, and he doesn't understand these things at all.Only another voice answered for him.

"The basilisk is known as the deadliest of monsters, and is sometimes called the King Snake. This snake can grow to be very large and usually live for hundreds of years. It is born from a male egg. Hatched from a toad. The way the basilisk kills is amazing, in addition to his deadly fangs, his eyes can also kill people. Anyone who is stared at by him will die instantly. Even spiders will run away when they see the basilisk .”

"Thank you for your explanation, Hermione." Harry nodded, knowing this as well.When he usually reads books, he has seen this information.He remembered that Cousin Dudley had bought the book from a very old library.

Harry smiled bitterly. He found that Cousin Dudley brought him into contact with many things, which were sometimes very helpful to his life.

"It's nothing." Hermione said, then picked up a chicken leg, ate it slowly, and continued to explain the next part: "But he is not invincible, as long as the basilisk hears the crowing of the rooster, it will run away in a hurry .for the crowing of the rooster is fatal to him too."

"Yeah... fatal." Ron nodded indifferently. Filling his stomach is the most important thing now, and the basilisk is dead, so it doesn't matter if it attacks or not.

"But Hagrid's rooster didn't die, which means the basilisk never came out..." Harry said suddenly, his green eyes lit up.He pinched the cup of pumpkin juice nervously, and the thoughts in his brain began to sort out bit by bit.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at him nervously, and Harry continued:

"Hagrid kept so many roosters that the Basilisk wouldn't even dare to climb out of the Chamber of Secrets. Besides, people who are petrified are obviously under magical attack, aren't they?"

Ron said puzzledly: "Then what does it matter? But the basilisk is dead, so why don't you resurrect him and ask him again?"

"No! Ron, that's not what I'm trying to explain. I mean it." Before Harry could finish his sentence, the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

Professor Dumbledore, who had a particularly bad face, strode towards him. Harry Potter put away the expression on his face, knowing what he was going to face next—Hermione and Ron standing next to him looked a little nervous Xixi.

"Come to my office, you three. This is really a good time for a long talk all night." Professor Dumbledore said, turned and left again.

Behind him were Professor Snape and McGonagall, as well as Professor Lockhart, who was a little out of order.

At the top, the three of them stepped out of the stone steps.Professor Dumbledore knocked on the door with his wand, and the door opened quietly.A large group of people walked in, and Professor McGonagall looked at the three of them for a while, and looked at Professor Dumbledore anxiously for a while.

It was a large and beautiful circular room filled with funny little sounds.On the slender-legged table were many strange silverware, whirling and puffing out little puffs of smoke.

The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters. Harry Potter glanced at them quietly and heard Professor Dumbledore start to speak.

"Then I want to hear an explanation."

Harry Potter began by saying: "I thought the murderer was hiding under the Chamber of Secrets, so I went down to look for it."

"You are really brave, Mr. Potter!" Professor Snape mocked with cold eyes, "If your brain can still function, please think about it, you are only a second-year student now. You What ability guarantees that you can deal with a basilisk?"

"But we didn't know there was a basilisk down there!" said Harry suddenly, tired of being misunderstood.The whole school, including some teachers, looked at him very distantly, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore cut him off suddenly.

"You mean you didn't know there was a basilisk down there, but you also saw that the basilisk had been killed. Its fangs and his back were gone. Do you know what that means? ?”

Harry shook his head, unable to think of a reason.The snake was dead when he and Hermione arrived.

At this time Snape explained: "Although the basilisk is a terrifying monster, but Mr. Potter! You must know that his bones and fangs have the desire to drive magicians crazy. If these things fall on the black In the hands of the wizard, the consequences are disastrous, you know?"

Standing in the corner all the time, the wretched and wretched Professor Lockhart looked at their chat with a dry face.

He wanted to speak, but was held back by a look from Professor Dumbledore.

"I don't believe that Professor Lockhart killed that snake, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes fixed on Harry Potter, trying to see through the child's disguise Mask, get the answer you want, "I hope you can tell me, the truth? We don't want to use some other means to force you to say these things, it will be very painful for you."

Harry's heart throbbed one after another. The words of Professor Dumbledore, whom he admired and admired very much, chilled him very much.He felt that none of the professors present believed him.

"I don't know, sir..." Harry bowed his head, and he had no rebuttal at all.

Hermione and Ron were as frightened as a shivering bird, but Hermione mustered up her courage and said, "Professor, Harry is right. I was with Harry the whole time, and when we got there , A wall of vines blocked the passage, and when the wall and vines disappeared and we rushed over, the basilisk was already dead."

"A wall of vines?" Professor Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "What kind of vines is that, Miss Granger, can you describe it in more detail?"

Hermione nodded, "It can grow from any gap, it can grow rapidly, and it can sense the dangers of the outside world. It's faster than the devil's net. It's green, and sometimes leaves grow on the part of the young teeth. Attack When the vine grows barbs, it looks as if they can hear."

After hearing this description, it was Snape who was the first to feel frightened.His black eyes were much colder, and his back felt a little chilly.