There are many secrets about the four Founders of Hogwarts.
Chamber of Secrets is one, and Ravenclaw's Diadem is another.
Hufflepuff's Cup is in the hands of her descendants, while only Gryffindor leave the hat and sword at school.
McGonagall, standing tall and proud, and Flitwick, with her head bowed in despair, present a stark contrast.
But the one in the best mood was Snape, who was looking up at the Slytherin Statue.
The double snake carving in front of the stone tunnel, and the huge statue inside the Chamber of Secrets that reaches the ceiling.
Of the four Founders, perhaps only Salazar Slytherin dared to leave such obvious traces.
Vincent, holding the Sorting Hat, asked, "Mr. Hat, do you know where the Basilisk might be hiding?"
"Hmm—I need to think about it carefully."
After looking through the entire large Chamber of Secrets, there were basically no Trapdoor or other conspicuous mechanisms.
While the Sorting Hat was thinking, Harry used Parseltongue to talk about opening the door until his throat was dry.
He drank a large glass of water and started from the other wall.
Hermione approached the Slytherin statue, standing on tiptoe as if searching for some mechanism.
Snape was different from her.
He always felt that the patterns on the statue's robe might record some powerful magic.
Replacing the patterns one by one with Magical Runes does indeed yield some words of unclear meaning.
However, rearranging the order resulted in sentences that still didn't make sense.
"I understand!" Hermione stared intently at the statue's mouth.
"I understand!" The Sorting Hat spoke almost simultaneously with her.
"Mouth?" Vincent walked to the base of the statue.
Judging from its size, it is indeed large enough for the Basilisk to enter and exit.
Moreover, the statue is so large that it could very well have lived there for a thousand years.
"Salazar used to keep the baby Basilisk in the cave in what is now the boathouse. I remember him saying that an environment with little temperature difference is the most suitable."
The meaning of the Sorting Hat is very clear.
The temperature difference is minimized in a closed environment.
The water pipes are the first layer, the stone walls are the second layer, and the tunnels are the third layer.
The final layer is the statue's mouth that Hermione discovered.
The professors all quickly drew their wands;
Vincent took out Gunblade — SuperHighPowerPlus —from his multi-functional belt;
Hermione and Cedric were both ready;
Dobby stood in front of Harry at the foot of the statue.
Behind him were four professors, and behind that were six little ones.
Once the Basilisk out, the professors will draw their attention.
McGonagall will use the statue's mouth to shrink its size, thus trapping the Basilisk.
Snape acted as a human shield, responsible for defending against venom that was only slightly weaker than sight.
Like Vincent Flitwick the eye, which is the most lethal part of his body, at the right moment.
When vision becomes ineffective and venom is almost depleted, the team fight will officially begin.
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"Sar—" Harry was already very familiar with this Parseltongue.
As his last note faded, the statue's mouth began to open little by little.
Snape squinted and recited the Shield Charm Spell he had prepared long ago.
The translucent barrier, which is two feet thick, should have no problem protecting against venom.
However, the statue's mouth was completely open, but nothing appeared.
"It's not inside?"
"The possibility is high, but we must be extremely careful."
Harry, who had stepped back next to Sprout, looked into the tunnel behind him.
The feeling was strange, as if something was calling to him.
"Did you hear anything?"
What was that sound?
"It seems to have been transmitted from above."
"What!" Snape did not dispel the Shield Charm, and also looked towards the stone tunnel.
If the Basilisk didn't return, if that person wasn't here, then...
A deep, muffled thud echoed from inside the tunnel.
"We've fallen for their trap!" McGonagall jogged over.
Chamber of Secrets is Chamber of Secrets precisely because it is enclosed.
If all entrances and exits are blocked, this place will become a true secret Chamber of Secrets.
"Merlin's beard!" Flitwick thought of something even more terrifying.
The entrance is the girls' restroom. The tunnel is three thousand feet long, so the Chamber of Secrets must be at least a thousand feet deep.
If we could add something more stimulating, like pouring a large amount of water down your throat...
Just as he was about to voice his guess, a large rock rolled down from the tunnel entrance.
McGonagall raised her hand and shrunk it down, producing a series of low, muffled sounds.
"Is it possible—" Flitwick stood beside her, "That after realizing blocking the road isn't working, he'll resort to something more exciting?"
"Like water?" Snape deactivated his Shield Charm and glared coldly at Vincent.
"For example, fire?" Vincent pretended not to understand that look.
Everyone has curiosity.
If he hadn't discovered the entrance, if he hadn't called the professors, he certainly wouldn't have dared to enter the Chamber of Secrets rashly.
Did everything go peacefully all night?
Voldemort wouldn't be so merciful; he would only become more ruthless in carrying out Slytherin's long-cherished wish.
If they are successfully blocked, they will most likely not be able to get out in a short time.
The four deans are here, and so is the only weapon that can harm the Basilisk.
Who can withstand it?
Divination professor who's either drunk or on his way to getting drunk?
Magizoology professor missing limbs?
Or is he the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who sleeps like a log every day?
This night, without Dumbledore, was destined to be anything but peaceful.
"You've been careless, Wayne," Snape said coldly. "To turn to cunning when you have no power is the most basic thing."
Vincent retorted sarcastically, "Yes, even our youngest dean in history has forgotten this basic."
"Ha—if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be like this now."
"If I pretend I didn't see anything, will he let such a good opportunity slip by?"
After arguing for a few minutes, Snape Vincent both ran to the tunnel entrance and began to shrink more and more stones.
"Splash splash splash—"
Flitwick guessed correctly.
The water arrived as expected, and the Chamber of Secrets alone could not contain it.
McGonagall pointed her wand at the wall, but after many attempts, she was unable to enlarge the space.
"A particularly complex spell fixed the size of the entire Chamber of Secrets."
Even she couldn't do anything about it; it could only be Salazar Slytherin's magic.
"We can only get smaller."
The turbulent water, like a flood, turned into droplets that floated upwards.
"Minerva, you should have guessed it by now." Flitwick waved his wand, raising water droplets shrunk by McGonagall's Transfiguration.
"He's wearing us down." She pursed her lips. "Severus, how much Fiendfyre can you control?"
Snape looked up at the water droplets in the green mist on the ceiling.
This size will definitely work.
Vincent turned around very suddenly as he unleashed his Fiendfyre to dry the water droplets.
There's another way to get out!
Dobby is House-elf, so he can ignore the Anti-Apparition Jinx and take them away!
Hermione also thought of this idea.
However, as soon as the two said it, Snape immediately rejected it with a cold face:
"If they're in cahoots, where do you two think we'd end up?"