Dobby's Master's Clues

Only Vincent didn't find it strange.

The Elder Wand can amplify the power of any spell, even wandless and nonverbal magic, far exceeding the normal casting of ordinary wizards.

The Serpent Staff, which is suspected to be of the same level, should have the same effect.

Otherwise, he would be very disappointed.

McGonagall, measuring the depth, turned the rope into the size of a hair, and finally managed to touch the bottom successfully.

Nearly 3000 feet, just 900 meters deep.

Independently opening up such a tunnel once again demonstrates the power of Salazar Slytherin.

Snape unconsciously raised his large face.

The remaining three professors looked at the seven children.

So what if the founder was powerful? Now he's still being suppressed and beaten hard.

Flitwick watched and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

It wasn't physical or magical damage, but true damage that almost emptied the health bar.

He pointed his wand at everyone one by one, "Who goes down first?"

Snape walked straight to the mouth of the pipe and jumped down without hesitation.

With such a meat shield, Vincent followed behind with peace of mind.

The pipe wasn't long, and the space connecting the stone tunnel was large.

Inside, in addition to the irregular surface, there were also some complete small animal bones.

Snape raised his hand and pointed the light of his wand at a huge shadow.

After Vincent landed, he almost drew the Sword of Gryffindor.

Snakes shed their skin, and the shed skin of a thousand-year-old Basilisk was almost as thick as the pipe.

Snape sneered and came to the stone tunnel.

"Ah—" Hermione, who had just come down, screamed.

When she saw it a little more clearly, she was greeted by Fred and George's laughter.

"Miss Granger, relax, it's just a skin~"

"Shut up!" Hermione followed Vincent angrily and sat down in front of the long tunnel to slide down.

The inside wasn't smooth, and there were many small bones.

Without Flitwick's Cushioning Charm, her pants would probably be ruined.

"Woo-hoo—" Fred and George were very excited.

It was long and had many bends.

This experience was like a slide, but an extended and exciting version.

"Woo—hoo—"

Snape in the front had a terrible expression.

He looked back, and the lower half of his face that was exposed became even more unsightly.

Vincent's feet were right against his back.

"Professor Snape, can you hurry up?"

His face was extremely bad.

He was becoming more and more presumptuous.

His essays were blank, and he threatened to tear down his office.

He could pretend he didn't hear the mockery just now, but he couldn't tolerate the provocation now.

No sound, no gesture.

Snape, as if he had pressed the acceleration button, disappeared from under Vincent's eyelids with the light of his wand in less than half a second with a "whoosh."

Estimated speed of 120 kilometers per hour, he was probably already at the bottom.

The further down, the lower the temperature.

Harry, following behind McGonagall, was freezing.

If it wasn't Snape who came, he would have worn the thick clothes in the closet.

Two minutes later, Vincent finally reached the bottom.

He landed steadily on the ground and looked at Snape in front of a stone wall.

Two intertwined snakes were carved on the wall.

Their eyes shone with green light, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was the light reflected by emeralds.

"Don't think about taking them." Snape reached out and pressed the gems without looking back.

It wasn't a mechanism, just decoration.

Vincent pursed his lips, turning his gaze elsewhere.

Including the ceiling, the surrounding area was all uneven walls.

With both carvings and gemstones, where the entrance was became very obvious.

Hermione and the twins arrived almost simultaneously.

After landing, she quickly jogged a few steps forward, narrowly avoiding a collision with the huddled pair.

"Fred! George!"

"An accident, we didn't do it on purpose."

The greater the weight, the faster the descent.

The greater the friction, the slower the speed.

If the twins hadn't huddled together, Hermione would have arrived here even sooner.

After them came McGonagall, followed by the "key" to enter the Chamber of Secrets.

As the last one, Flitwick, landed, Dobby suddenly appeared next to Harry in front of the stone wall.

"Dobby? Didn't I tell you not to come down?"

"Dobby is very sorry, Dobby was really worried."

Snape's good mood, which had just returned, disappeared again.

House-elves, creatures that can ignore Anti-Apparition Charms, must of course be strictly managed by wizards.

Once they rebel, it would be even more serious than with Goblins.

Therefore, the magic branded deep in their souls can never be undone.

Even Vincent wouldn't dare to risk it.

"Hi

shar

hao

sar—"

This time, Harry didn't need help; he could speak Parseltongue just by looking at the wall.

The intertwined serpents split apart in the middle, and the stone wall slowly slid to both sides until it disappeared.

Inside was a long, pitch-black room.

Snape took the lead, his eyes fixed on a huge statue at the end.

Hollow cheeks and a long beard reaching the ground.

If it weren't for the iconic Serpent Staff in its hand, Vincent really wouldn't have believed that the barefoot, monkey-faced statue in front of him was Salazar Slytherin himself.

"Ha—" Hermione came in and warmed her little hands first, seemingly neither surprised nor disappointed by the statue.

She looked up along the stone pillars carved with large serpents on both sides, but her gaze couldn't penetrate the misty, green, mysterious clouds, unable to see the ceiling hidden in the darkness.

Snakes are cold-blooded animals, and even when hibernating, they don't look for warm places.

Harry regretted it even more after coming in.

Three thousand feet underground, he was so cold that his teeth were chattering.

Dobby snapped his fingers and returned with a thoughtful thick blanket.

"Thank you, Dobby."

"The great Harry Potter should not be cold like Dobby."

Harry looked at the worn pillowcase on him, pulled open the blanket, and offered half.

"No, Dobby cannot wear his master's blanket."

Hermione looked back.

Although she particularly sympathized with Dobby, this blanket was very important.

Vincent stepped forward before her.

He gently stroked the exceptionally soft thick blanket draped over Harry, "Pure wool, feels very good."

Snape, who was walking towards the statue, slowed down.

"Dobby, did you bring this from your master's house?"

"This is—this is—" Dobby knelt on the ground with a painful expression.

"Please don't ask Dobby anymore." He was begging bitterly.

Vincent didn't press the matter any further.

Based on this thick blanket alone, the list of suspects has narrowed again.

The only wizards who still have House-elves these days are those pure-blood relics.

Whoever knows about this conspiracy must be a Death Eater who escaped judgment.

McGonagall unconsciously raised her face.

Piecing together the scattered clues, she was getting closer and closer to the hidden truth.

A brave Little Lion isn't scary, What's scary is when that lion also possesses wisdom.

Flitwick inexplicably thought of another relic of the school's founder.

Ravenclaw's Diadem, which could increase the wearer's intelligence, had her motto engraved on the base:

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Slytherin's Serpent Staff at least appeared in history, but Ravenclaw's Diadem has never been found to this day.