The day to become the final boss

This is a magical world, and there are many wonderful and incomprehensible creatures in this world, such as Gilderoy Lockhart.

The magical defense against the dark arts professor, who can make the defense against the dark arts quiz topic "Lockhart's hobby encyclopedia", can make a group of "the most evil things the magic world knows" - Cornwall elves He's had a huge blowout in class, and the Hogwarts professors don't know what else he can do.

Soon, however, something else interrupted their attention to Mr. Lockhart.

On Halloween night, the hallway on the third floor was packed.

The trio of messiahs who were absent from the Halloween dinner were surrounded by pale faces, and of course, together with an angry Filch and his poor, hanging upside down on a torch stand looking like he had been dead for a long time s cat.

The wall is marked with red paint that reads "The chamber of secrets has been opened, and those who are enemies of the heir, beware." The scarlet color looks terrible and dazzling under the light of the torch.

In the terrible silence and the hurried footsteps, the professors who heard the news came and got the cat down.The trio of saviors were invited into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office by the headmaster, the Slytherin and Gryffindor heads, and Lockhart who provided the venue.

To tell the truth, despite the seriousness of the matter, the professors couldn't help laughing when they stepped into the dimly lit office - even Snape - and Mr Lockhart had a taste for hanging all over the surrounding walls. There was a portrait of himself, and when they walked in, there was Lockhart, in curls, scrambling to save himself from hiding—and there was more than one.

Of course, these portraits are not portraits in the traditional sense of wizards, and their formation principle is closer to recording crystals.

The old Squib was crying, glaring at the three little wizards, and angrily asked the headmaster to punish the murderer who killed Mrs. Norris (the cat) severely.The old principal checked the cat's condition carefully, and finally concluded that it was not dead, but unfortunately petrified.

Filch firmly insisted that the savior was the murderer of this incident. Little Potter tried to defend himself, but his defense seemed a little weak.

Even if he didn't like this kid who looked too much like James Potter, Snape, who had been staring at him for a whole year, could still conclude that he didn't have the malevolent intentions to kill life and... the ability to use the spell that made animals' bodies zombify.The Potions Professor's deep voice said, "Perhaps Potter and his friends just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Little Potter looked at him with a pale face, and his green eyes were full of disbelief—feeling disbelief that the gloomy potions professor spoke for him?

There was a twist of sarcasm at the corner of Snape's mouth, for his inconceivability. "Of course, we want to hear more about why you didn't attend the Halloween dinner, and why you stayed in the hallway at that time."

Only then did the little wizards follow what Snape said, and it turned out that the little lion cubs who were overly curious went to the ghosts' Deathday party.

"Then after that, the anniversary of the ghost's death may not be an excuse for you not to attend the Halloween dinner, and you have enough time to return to the dinner hall." Snape's dark eyes looked sharp and menacing.

Both Weasley and Granger subconsciously looked at Little Potter at the same time.

very good!Those with the surname Potter are indeed gifted at causing trouble.

Little Potter froze for half a second, looking a little nervous.His mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he decided to hide it. "Because... because we were tired from playing and wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest early, and we happened to pass by here..."

Although he didn't know why he chose to hide it, but his concealment made Snape feel a little unhappy. He smiled maliciously, "Go back to rest on an empty stomach? I think the ghost's dinner may not meet the appetite of most living people, right?" ?”

Harry Potter flinched under his gaze.The Weasley kid immediately tried to save him, claiming that he wasn't feeling hungry, but his stomach was making untimely hunger squeals.

Snape's smile darkened a bit.

"It seems that Mr. Potter is not completely conscious of the confession, and I think that some of his privileges should be revoked until he confesses—for example, the prohibition of participating in Quidditch dancing in the sky—"

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall quit. Gryffindor has lost enough Quidditch matches in the past few years, and now it's finally time for them to win. Especially let them continue to lose the record?The old witch glared at the black-clothed professor next to her, "Oh, come on Severus, the cat didn't get hit in the head with a broom. There's absolutely no reason to ban the competition!"

Dumbledore stared at the nervous and aggrieved little Potter who seemed a little at a loss for a moment, then looked at Snape and McGonagall, and finally said, "I don't think there is any evidence to prove that Harry did this, and this is not the reason for the suspension." .”

Snape frowned and stared at the bearded old wizard. Hell, Dumbledore must have forgotten how unlucky the Savior's Quidditch match was last year, right?

Filch quit, screaming angrily, spitting all over Potter's face, "What about my Mrs. Norris??! My cat is petrified! I need someone to pay for this !!" He was so excited that blood vessels in his temples were bulging, and his eyeballs were protruding.

Dumbledore reassured him gently, "It can still be saved, Argus. Then we just need to wait for the mandrake to mature next season, and Professor Snape can brew the mandrake resurrection potion. "

"Excuse me." Lockhart, who had never had a chance to speak, interjected, "Actually, I can also prepare that potion. You should know that the potion is very simple, and I still have a wealth of experience—whether blindfolded or I’m more than enough to prepare while dreaming.” After finishing speaking, he closed his jaw and gave everyone present a bright smile with eight white and straight teeth.

In fact, Lockhart's handsome face and charming smile look really good, the premise is that the portraits behind him all made the exact same movements at the same time, and the shining teeth of Lockhart's people blinded everyone present Eyes, including Filch in anger.

"..." Then there was a brief silence.

Snape looked at Dumbledore meaningfully—very well, this is the good professor you hired after rejecting my application.

Dumbledore coughed slightly and shook his white beard, turned his head away and wiped his crescent glasses.

"I think I'm the Potions Professor." Snape sneered, turning his dark eyes to Lockhart, he was surprised to find that there was a bottomless depth in the idiot Lockhart's eyes the moment he turned his head.

illusion?

Professor McGonagall gave Lockhart a sideways glance, "Professor Lockhart, Severus is not only the potion professor at Hogwarts, but also the world's top potion master. I think it would be safer to entrust him with potions. "

The secret room has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

——Regarding the words on the wall, Snape also went to look up the school history of Hogwarts, and he found that there was a record saying——one of the founders of Hogwarts, Because of his obsession with pure blood, Leitlin built a secret room in the castle, where a terrifying monster was raised, and one day it would be released from it to clean up those students with impure blood.

It seems to be very consistent with the slogan promoted by the Dark Lord back then, but is this text true?

Professor Snape, who had just completed the potion homework with the little trolls in the first and second grades and completed the great project of torture and mutual torture, rubbed his brows that were swollen and aching, and when he looked up, he saw a lizard hugging a golden pillow, leading a A purple sea urchin walked upright on its hind legs.

"..."

Snape suddenly felt stupid for taking the time to look up the information.

"Ferrigas," Snape called to it.

"What's the matter, Severus?" The lizard stopped and looked over with large golden glass beads.

"Because you've been around for a very long time—I have a question, and I hope the great Phyllis can clear it up for me." Snape leaned back on the back of the chair, and put his hands into a tower.

"Is it a thing in the past? How long has it been, 500 years? 1000 years?" The lizard dragon scratched its chin with its small paws, and rolled its eyes.

"I think it goes back to when Hogwarts was founded, and it was about Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets," Snape replied.

"Secret room? What secret room? I came here before those four guys, why didn't I know there was a secret room?" Lizard jumped over with a pillow between them.

"...It is said that Slytherin himself kept a terrifying monster inside." So the lizard Ferrigas has been chained here for so long?

Feligues tilted his head and thought for a while, then hammered his right paw with his left paw! "I remembered, it must be the pet room!"

"Pet room?" Snape frowned. It seemed that after so many years, the records left behind were still somewhat different from the reality at that time.

"Yes," the lizard dragon grinned, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth, "it is used as a nest for the annoying Slytherin's pet snake Hypor, how did it become a secret room?"

"It is said in the literature that Slytherin is obsessed with pure blood, and built a secret room in the castle with terrifying monsters——as a weapon to clean up those mixed blood."

"Poof!" The lizard sprayed at that time, its face twisted into a rather weird angle, and its mouth was almost grinning to the back of its head. "Quack quack quack quack..., oh~~~~~ That must be because they are afraid of losing face~~~" The little lizard broke out a rough and ugly laugh that was completely incompatible with its size, and the golden pupils It's all sarcasm and gloating.

"..." Snape suddenly had a hunch that there might be a huge gap between legends and facts.

The Ferrigas lizard climbed onto Snape's shoulder a few times, it bent its big eyes, and rubbed its little paws obscenely. "Let me tell you the truth, Severus—they must have spread such rumors on purpose to cover up their ugliness! A long time ago, a great being gave great power to the wizards who were worse than tramps at that time. help—it can even be said that because of this, the race of wizards can exist until now. And that existence made certain requirements when giving them help..."

"..." Snape suddenly didn't want to hear this request, he was afraid that the image of the founder of Hogwarts that he had always admired would be ruined in his mind.

"Slytherin's nasty-mouthed Mensao was asked to build a pet room underground enough for a 50-foot-long pet to live in, and built his own statue into a wretched and skinny old monkey that was eye-catching enough~~ ~~quack quack quack...actually he was like that when he was old~~~~~"

Snape was confused.

After a brief moment of blankness in his mind, he wondered how disgusting it would be for a great existence to come up with such a request! ?

Therefore, some truths are better buried in the long river of history.

"What are you talking about?" Wan Mo's voice sounded from the room.

The Ferrigus lizard shut its mouth immediately and slid down Snape's shoulder.

"No." Snape immediately denied.

For the sake of Slytherin's image, he absolutely rotted this matter in his stomach.