This Hogwarts isn't normal.

When opinions are not unified, the minority often has to obey the majority. ♝ ♦ ♦♦

Snape knew without even thinking 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 is built on the foundation of the entrance to the secret room, it is either on the floor or on the wall.

Outside is the corridor, so are the interior walls and floors.

The location must be secretive, and the interior walls of all compartments can be excluded.

He focused his attention on the copper faucet that kept pouring water out.

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

"Need help? Professor Snape~"

He looked sideways behind him.

Outside are six little ones and three professors.

Vincent walked forward consciously, turned off the water head and held it tightly.

Then Hermione, then Cedric.

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

But five minutes have passed, and the one on the right side of the door has never dripped water.

Even when I turned on the faucet, not a drop of water came out.

The four professors stepped forward eagerly.

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

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

"How do you know you need Parseltongue?" Snape looked at Vincent with complicated eyes.

"Slytherin's double snake staff will enter a dormant state and grow into a snake tree if Parselmouth is not activated."

The tree outside Ilvermorny Magic School was most likely buried by founder Isolt Thayer to prevent other Gaunt families from coming.

The Staff of Two Serpents was so precious that there was no reason why the Chamber of Secrets, where Salazar Slytherin's long-cherished wish was entrusted, would abandon such an absolutely safe means.

"Probably even he couldn't have imagined that a Parseltongue would appear in the Potter family a thousand years later."

The expressions of several professors were quite unnatural.

Vincent had a preconceived notion that it was not surprising at all that Harry, as Voldemort's old enemy, had the gift of Parseltongue.

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

The probability of the direct Gunter family appearing is extremely slim, let alone the Potter family, which has never shown any special talent.

Mag's eyes were hesitant.

She didn't know anything about the Peverell family, she only knew that if she wanted to enter the secret room, she had to bring Harry with her.

Although there is no actual evidence, there is a high probability that Voldemort will open the Chamber of Secrets.

"Severus, it's your decision."

The confusion flashed across Snape's face.

Dumbledore is not here, so McGonagall should make the decision.

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

But from an emotional point of view, she was unwilling to let the poor child take risks.

"This is a difficult choice, Severus. ♦♦ ♦♦♦"

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

He had never shared those things about Snape with his friends.

Having to protect the child of a love rival, having to show disgust.

If Voldemort did not exist, Snape and James would probably live like Lucius and Arthur.

The emotions hidden in the dark eyes were very complex, and the voice was trembling slightly: "Open - open the secret room."

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

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

It’s hard to describe this contradictory yet natural feeling.

"The old bat will scare Harry~"

"And our little baby Ronnie~"

The twins relaxed the atmosphere slightly, preventing the silence from continuing.

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

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

"oh."

Cedric stood obediently next to Sprout.

Rolf, on the other side, behaved exactly as he did.

Flitwick looked at McGonagall on his left and Sprout on his right.

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

The Sorting Hat couldn't read Vincent's thoughts, and Hermione chose Gryffindor on her own initiative.

Shaking with anger and crying, when will Yingyuan be able to stand up?

"Professor Flitwick~" George stood next to him, "How about I guest star as a Ravenclaw student tonight?"

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

Flitwick responded 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-profile bat suit and lazily opened the dormitory door.

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

He sneered at the term "good boy."

Even if the gatekeeper is bribed, what else can't be done?

"Tell me, do these little bastards Vayne always go out at night?"

"Wayne?" 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 walked into the common room without saying a word.

"They are all professors--" the fat lady muttered in a low voice.

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

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

Look, other people's children are in the second grade, but he has not made any progress at all.

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

Go straight, turn left, turn forward and then turn right. The room with a pile of sundries at the door is Harry's dormitory.

The clean one next to it is Vincent's.

He turned the door handle with a dark face and walked in quietly like a big bat.

In his dark eyes, Harry's sleeping posture was not much better than Ron's miserable sleeping posture.

"Exactly the same--"

With the help of the weak 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 blanket next to him and covered himself with it.

"Huh——"

Snape reached out coldly and lifted the blanket covering his upper body.

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

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

The chill invaded all at once.

The moment he opened his eyes, he first thought he was being tricked.

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

Then...

"Come down." Snape straightened up, "Put on your clothes and follow me."

"Gululu——" Harry didn't need to wear glasses, just by listening to the voice, he knew who the figure standing next to his bed was, who looked like a bat.

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

"Oh, okay."

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

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