Harry did not know what he had been thinking.
He saw Professor Li Wei open the Chamber of Secrets and disappear into its entrance.
So he had followed him without thinking.
"Whoosh—"
The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was dark and deep, constantly blowing out a frigid wind.
This time, Hermione was not there. Ron was not there. There was only him.
The cold wind, carrying a fishy stench, blew over him, and Harry suddenly shuddered uncontrollably—his heart was like fire, but his body was like ice.
But.
He could not run away.
Headmaster Dumbledore had already been driven out of the school. Professor Snape was clearly not as skilled at dueling as Professor Li Wei—and the other professors could not possibly be Professor Li Wei's match either. Even if they called them all over, there was no longer enough time.
Other than him, who else could do this now?
He had to do it! He absolutely had to!
Besides, Harry did not believe it. He did not believe that everything before this had been caused by Professor Li Wei.
He had to get to the bottom of it all. He had to ask for answers.
It was strange. Normally, even making eye contact with Professor Li Wei made him nervous, so why did he have the courage to face him now?
Harry looked at the thick pipe in front of him and gave a dry laugh.
Then he took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and slid down!
Everything before his eyes was darkness. The parts of his body touching the pipe were met with a disgustingly slimy sensation—Harry shot downward through the endless pipe, seeing countless other pipes branching off in every direction, but he only followed the thickest one, the one with the steepest slope, all