It's approaching evening.
Dungeon Classroom.
There were twenty crucibles standing between the wooden tables, and there were copper scales and jars of ingredients on the table. Professor Snape's face could not be seen clearly in the smoke.
Harry silently dealt with Flobberworm. He needed to collect the mucus from these insects.
The scientific name of Flobberworm is Flobberworm. Its green slime can be used to make Herbicide Potion, Cure for Boils Potion, Sleeping Draught, etc... It is widely used.
The reason why Harry was detained was also very simple. Draco Malfoy kept rolling his eyes at him and Ron with the fish eyes in his hands. Just as he retaliated with an eye, he was detained by Snape, without even a chance to complain.
As for Sean...
He looked at the dazed little wizard and kept peeking curiously - he had never seen Sean in such a posture.
Even when facing Voldemort and Basilisk, he always looked calm and reassuring. Harry thought that nothing in this world could shake Sean.
The speed at which he collected mucus was quietly slowed down.
In the past, he wished he had eight hands, but now, his hands and feet are uncoordinated.
"You want to stay here for the night?"
A voice sounded like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Harry shuddered, quickly processed the mucus, took one last look at Dungeon, and left quickly as if running away.
If you take a step slowly, you may be in confinement for a week.
In Dungeon, Snape stared coldly at the walking Harry by the crucible, and the firelight outlined the sharp outline of his aquiline nose.
Beside him, Sean, who had just arrived, had finished cooking Potions. The flame of the crucible went out, and his expression could no longer be seen clearly.
Professor Snape's potion boiling ended quickly. Logically speaking, this potion should be simmered for at least an hour, but today it was ready in half an hour.
Sean sighed silently, when you can't control something and hope that time can slow down, time will never satisfy your wish, but will speed up its progress. This is really a strange thing.
Dungeon The windows were banging against the wind and snow, and Sean's voice was mixed in with the strange noise.
"Professor, you know--"
Snape turned his head suddenly, and asked hoarsely without extinguishing the crucible that Potions had cooked:
"Why, our Mr. Green finally realized... that he is not a mute?"
Sean looked at Professor Snape silently for a few seconds. Just like Professor Snape's face never showed too many expressions, he was always the same.
"What do you know, everything, tell me."
Snape, who didn't see anything, snorted coldly.
"About Chamber of Secrets..."
Sean is considering it.
"You went in? No, more than that... what did you do?! Tell me!"
Professor Snape paused suddenly, threw Crystal Bottle aside, and spoke like a storm.
The medicine in the crucible was not taken out, it was burned to the point of deterioration, but Snape didn't care, his face became more and more gloomy and irritable.
The little wizard explained the thrilling content: starting from the discovery of a ghost-like voice, which was finally determined to be the voice of Basilisk lurking in the water pipe; to the clarity that Moaning Myrtle was the victim fifty years ago, and the entrance of Chamber of Secrets probably ended in her bathroom. And then to entering Chamber of Secrets for those stupid reasons...
"You should be glad you escaped--"
Snape couldn't help shouting,
"Now, wait here for me."
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and this anger could only be vented by killing Chamber of Secrets's Basilisk.
"Professor."
Sean spoke silently.
"Say--"
Snape After a pause, his hand holding the wand relaxed slightly. This guy has at least learned to ask for help when he finds danger, especially how to ask for...
"Basilisk is solved."
Sean can only say it bravely. Whenever this happens, he wants to Transfiguration him into Crystal Bottle and stand in the corner.
"Dumbledore?"
Snape frowned.
Sean shook his head.
"McGonagall..."
Snape said in a hoarse voice.
Sean shook his head.
"Sean·Green!!"
Snape roars.
Sean knew that his six-year confinement was about to begin.
After a long time, Dungeon Classroom's door was opened, making an eerie creaking sound. Sean survived again.
Snape stood at the door of Dungeon, and his memory was burned open again:
"When did you finally grow a mouth?"
After the anger was suppressed, he noticed the subtle changes.
"Professor, you said last time, I will tell you."
The little wizard said silently, as if he always remembered it.
Dungeon There was a cold wind whistling at the door, and the Sir Cadogan portrait that had been moved here made a lot of noise on the wall.
"Severus, have you seen the flames that lit the stove? A little bit seeping out of the pit and getting into the furnace... doesn't it look like it, Severus? A resurrected heart.
Madam, you see, this is the greatest magic. You think you are tired of him, but you can tolerate him and still miss him..."
"Sir! Stop it!"
Unfortunately it's still too late.
Hogwarts Castle Winter comes early.
Sir Cadogan Even when he was on fire, he still spoke a lot, as if he had been holding it back for decades:
"You think there is no summer here, Severus. In winter you will know that it always remains in a person's heart and is invincible."
Far away from Dungeon.
Harry vaguely heard a huge roar. He shrank his head and suddenly became extremely worried.
Snape What's going on?
You know, Sean is still inside.
Corridor at night Silencio, Harry are guarding the door of Dungeon.
No matter what, he thought, at least he had to tell Sean that most of Snape's sarcastic words were nonsense - he had always known this.
At this time, Harry saw about twenty spiders crawling slowly and crawling back through a small crack in the glass.
Long silver threads hang down like ropes, and it seems that they crawl back through this thread.
Harry inexplicably thought of the Parseltongue sound he heard here, and his mood became depressed.
--He remembered Headmaster Dumbledore's words:
"Harry, you know Parselmouth,"
Headmaster Dumbledore said calmly,
"It's because Voldemort knows Parselmouth. He is the last heir of Salazar·Slytherin. If I'm not mistaken, he transferred some of his own magic power to you on the night he left the scar on you. He didn't do it intentionally, I'm sure..."
Headmaster Dumbledore was just answering his question - that is, why he did Parselmouth, but it made him even more confused and uneasy.
He is very similar to, Voldemort.
When Sean was passing by the corridor, he found Harry staring blankly at a group of spiders.
"Oh, Sean."
Seeing Sean, he walked over as if waking up from a dream,
"I have to say, ignore Professor Snape, what he says is..."
Sean paused slightly, Muffling Charm fired silently and instantly, Dungeon at the door, a pair of extremely gloomy eyes were staring at this place.
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