Ravenclaw's Sapphire

Zoe was the first to get in, but Professor McGonagall stopped her. She let herself go in the front, with the three students in the middle, and Lockhart in the back.Lockhart tried to refuse, but was unable to speak under Professor McGonagall's stern stare.

Zoe convinced Professor McGonagall to let her in second, and once inside the pipe, a heart-pounding acceleration squeezed her, and she began to fall.It was pitch black all around, and she could feel the sound and touch of the pipe rubbing against her robe, and she could also feel the wind blowing from the bottom up into the crevices of her clothes, causing goosebumps.She knew that she was gradually sliding towards an unknown depth. They started from the third floor of the castle, but this time the fall was obviously much deeper than the third floor. Zooey thought they might have reached the ground.

When she was thinking wildly, she noticed that the pipeline under her body suddenly became much flatter, which also meant that they were about to reach their destination and began to prepare for deceleration.She slid out of the pipe and nearly landed on the stone floor. Then she felt a gentle force lift her up. Professor McGonagall waved her wand in her hand. She used the Levitation Charm to relieve the impact. Everyone able to land safely.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Zoe shot a green light, and the light condensed between her sticks, jumping steadily, illuminating a large space.She took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment - it looked like a stone tunnel, and the road was wide enough for them to walk straight.

Professor McGonagall admired her very much. Zoe's command of spells at this age is impressive, even if it is only the most basic lighting spell, "I think Flitwick will be very happy to have an heir. You think about the third grade elective Subject yet?" she said to Zoe.

"Thank you for your affirmation, Professor." Zoe smiled helplessly. "I haven't made up my mind yet. I want to study more profound courses, such as ancient magic words or astronomical divination. But I would like to ask one or two tutors for help." , ask them to guide my studies, but then I won't have much time to take electives..."

"Have you thought about it? I believe that no professor will reject a student who is eager to learn and has excellent talent." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "If you have a candidate in mind, I can help you go Ask."

"Oh, thank you, Professor." Zoe hesitated, "What do you think of Professor Snape?"

"It's not a common choice. It's not that I'm speaking ill of my colleague. He's not very likable." Professor McGonagall looked surprised, "What about Severus attracted you? Or Are you interested in the subject he teaches?"

Zoe's gaze shifted to the right, and Lockhart, who was the last one, just slid down and was straightening his purple robe with a bitter face.

"Professor Snape's knowledge of Potions is very deep, and I think you can learn a lot as his student. Plus you know... he's a good duelist, which is cool." She said half-truth Fake.

"I think this is a good choice, Siegel. But you can discuss it with Dumbledore, and he will give you an answer." Professor McGonagall suddenly became frustrated again, "Dumbledore will leave the school, he is A true pillar of the school."

"When we catch the prisoner, they will have to let him back." Zooey quickly comforted her.Professor McGonagall calmed down quickly. It was impossible for her to let the students see her worries. If even the adults were confused, how could they protect the children?

"Let's go, Professor Lockhart. The basilisk is right ahead, and you finally have a chance to show us your superb fighting skills." Professor McGonagall stabbed Lockhart. He even looked a little pitiful, his body trembling Like a sieve, the face is still sweating profusely.He moved to Professor McGonagall, finally willing to show weakness: "Minerva, I know you all understand what level of wizard I am. I, let me tell the truth, the stories in those books are all fake, those are I didn't do it, I just borrowed...borrowed those stories..."

"Are you saying you plagiarized those stories?!" Ron yelled in disbelief, and Lockhart jumped to his feet, defending himself, "I used those stories, but it wasn't plagiarism! I let them Exposure to the people's eyes - who would want to see a woman with wrinkled skin like an old bark? Even if she saved the whole village, even if she used cunning and spells to drive away the banshee. I keep these stories from getting dusty, understand? People like me and believe me because I am handsome, and this is the best destination for these legends!"

Ron showed a swallowed slug expression: "You are disgusting. Thinking that my mother liked you before, I could even vomit yesterday's dinner."

"Yeah, I'm not a great wizard at all, I'm just a little guy, I don't know much about spells, and I can even spell them wrong. Let me go, Minerva. I can't go to the Chamber of Secrets, I, I will die there .”

Professor McGonagall looked at him: "You can't do anything but walk with us, Lockhart. If the basilisk suddenly appears, you will die too. If we walk together, at least we can take care of you. When we get to the secret room, You just stay at the door with the kids, and I'll go in by myself."

"Professor, are you planning to go in alone? It's too dangerous..." Harry's worry was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, "Don't worry, Potter." A smile appeared on her face, "I don't rely on my age Head of Gryffindor House."

*****

They walked all the way, the tunnel was very damp, there were obvious water stains and moss marks on the walls, Harry felt his head was wet, because occasionally drops of water fell from the top of his head, no one spoke, the atmosphere was tense, Professor McGonagall was watching the surroundings, Zoe was in charge of the lighting, and the two boys followed, and Harry believed that Ron was doing the same thing as him - keeping an eye on Lockhart.

The man hung his head in despair, completely giving up.If it was just a few children, he could still fight with the strength of an adult, and maybe he would be able to defeat them and escape.But now Minerva McGonagall was by his side, a wizard so powerful that Lockhart didn't even dare to contemplate, and he had been chanting long enough for McGonagall to finish him off with several silent spells.

"Hiss, what is this!" He heard the red-haired boy gasp, and he also looked over, almost collapsing to the ground in fright: there was a pile of green molted skins in front of him, which were obviously from basilisk monsters. The shed skin is dry and huge, from which it can be inferred that the huge body of the basilisk can easily smash a human's breastbone with just a twitch of its tail.

Not only that, there are many broken bones scattered on the ground around the molted skin, some of which can be seen in shape, probably birds or small animals, and some can't even tell the shape, scattered all over the ground, giving off a turbid smell.What if there were human bones in it?Lockhart heard a voice say this, and he quickly searched around, and found that it was the wailing in his heart.

Lockhart has never felt that death is so close to him. Even the crisp sound of falling water droplets hitting the ground is like death's reminder to his ears.His heart was beating wildly, Lockhart didn't want others to notice it, and resisted the urge to gasp.

But I really don't want to die!He roared in his heart, looking at the straight back of Professor McGonagall in front of him with resentment, he even resented Dumbledore, because he invited him to teach at Hogwarts, and completely forgot that he proudly boasted to other people about accepting him. Here comes the invitation.If there is a chance, he just wants to tell himself at that time, stay away from this damn castle, and never get close to it.

If you still want to live, then I will give you a chance.

Just when Lockhart was desperate, a seductive voice appeared in his heart, sincere and repeated, just like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, it persuaded him to act, told him how to act, the timing to choose, and stabilized his mood , to wipe away the fear in his heart little by little, and replace it with the desire for survival and the madness enough to take the initiative to hurt others.

Lockhart didn't even dare to think about the reason for the sound, he just clung to the hanging spider thread tightly, thinking he had hope.