A Familiar Routine

When he saw everyone else's curious gazes gathering on him, the older student smugly raised his chin.

"Do you know... the legend of the Chamber of Secrets?"

"The Chamber of Secrets?"

An older girl muttered:

"Could it be Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?"

Hearing that, Manus could not help glancing downward. If only he had a drink in his hand right now...

The special tea leaves Manus cultivated with the Black Earth Technique did not need to be pan-fried after the fresh young leaves were picked. They could be boiled directly in hot water, then mixed with a spoonful of maple syrup for extra flavor. It tasted absolutely incredible.

Even Nicolas said it was good.

Manus felt a little guilty.

There had been nothing wrong with dealing with the Basilisk itself. Back then, Manus had been investigating a case and helping the ghost of senior Moaning Myrtle get revenge. What made him feel guilty was that he had accidentally smashed the Slytherin statue in the Chamber of Secrets too. The kind that could not be repaired... so he could only dispose of it with a Vanishing Spell.

"I'll replace the statue next time I go there."

With Manus's current abilities, he could already make a new statue doorway and place it where the original had stood.

Meanwhile, the Ravenclaws also discussed Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Because of that riddle during Sorting, they had always been quite interested in all sorts of secret chambers and hidden doors around the school.

However, as a legend passed down from the era of the founders, though everyone had heard more or less about it, actually producing any solid evidence... was clearly impossible.

In the past, when everyone discussed legends like this, they merely repeated whatever they had heard. No one needed to take responsibility for