Morris realized something and reached out and banged on the wall twice.
There seems to be nothing behind this...?
" Tom," he called out.
Tom immediately trotted over. "What can I do for you, Master?"
Morris took a half step back, drew his wand, and aimed it at the wall. Without hesitation, he shouted, " Confringo!"
A beam of red light shot out from the tip of his staff.
"Boom!"
With the sound of an explosion, debris and dust flew everywhere, and a hole appeared in the wall.
"Did you know there was a hidden passage here, Tom?" Morris asked.
"No," Tom replied immediately, his tone apologetic, "I have no relevant information."
Morris nodded, unsurprised by the answer.
Perhaps there are more secrets Chamber of Secrets.
He raised his wand, illuminating the cave.
The interior is not cramped; it's more like a corridor, with walls made of neatly arranged stone bricks and an arched ceiling that appears quite sturdy.
The craftsmanship is exquisite, Morris thought.
The air was filled with a musty, rotten smell.
"Let's go in and take a look." Morris stepped in first, followed closely by Tom and Guantou.
The passage wasn't long; it ended after walking for a short while.
At the end was a thick wooden door, surprisingly well-preserved with no obvious signs of decay.
Morris stopped in his tracks. "What do you think, Tom? Could there be a trap?"
Tom shook his head. "I don't think so, Master, but it's always good to be cautious."
Morris gently pushed open the wooden door.
The sight behind the door startled him slightly.
This is a fairly spacious rectangular room with walls, floors, and ceilings made of polished stone.
Inside was a wooden lectern, along with five or six wooden desks and chairs, all covered in a thick layer of dust.
The room was extremely dimly lit, with the only source of light being the magic crystals embedded in the walls, most of which were completely dim.
Morris looked around.
By all accounts, this is just an ordinary classroom.
A faint red light flickered in Tom's eyes.
"I understand, Master," he suddenly said, "This is probably where Salazar Slytherin taught his students a long time ago."
"Obviously." Morris shrugged and walked to the podium.
Isn't that obvious?
If classrooms aren't used for teaching, what else can they be used for?
Does it satisfy a particular fetish?
"But there's a question," he asked casually, leaning towards the podium, "Why did Slytherin build their classrooms underground?"
He felt that no one would like to study in such a dark, gloomy, and sunless place.
Even among Slytherin students, not all of them necessarily enjoy burrowing.
"The reason is simple," Tom replied, " Slytherin will be here teaching his students magic that the other three Founders disapproved of."
" Dark Magic?"
"I think so," Tom said calmly. " The Founders of Hogwarts had a great deal of disagreement about whether to teach students Dark Magic. Slytherin likely taught it in private."
This guess is reasonable, Morris agrees.
He glanced around the empty room one last time, waved to Tom and the Guantou that was wandering around, then turned and left. "Let's go, there's nothing to see here."
"Please wait a moment, Master."
Tom's voice suddenly rang out.
Morris stopped and looked back.
Tom was standing in the corner, staring intently at the wall.
"Hiss--(Open)"
In the blink of an eye, a wooden door slowly appeared on the wall in front of it.
Morris immediately stepped forward and praised, "Well done, Tom."
Tom bowed slightly. "It's my pleasure to serve you."
Look at him, what an obedient subordinate!
Morris said no more and turned his attention back to the newly appeared wooden door.
He pushed open the door, and the scene behind it was just as he had guessed: a small room, probably Slytherin's office.
The interior was simply furnished with a desk, a wooden chair, and several large wooden shelves.
The wooden shelves were crammed full of books and scrolls.
Morris's eyes lit up immediately.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Looks like we'll be staying here for a while."
He quickly flipped through the materials on the shelf, most of which were magic manuscripts and research records.
Unfortunately, these manuscripts and records were written in Old English and Ancient Runes.
It would be difficult to fully understand it.
Morris unfolded a roll of parchment and placed it in front of Tom. "Can you understand this?"
Tom examined it carefully for half a minute, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Master, I'll need some reference books to fully understand these."
"Looks like I need to brush up on my skills," Morris sighed regretfully.
It's regrettable that he can't acquire this knowledge immediately, but the good news is that he has plenty of time.
Besides the books and scrolls, Morris also found a note on the shelf.
He knew what the words on the note meant.
[Later generations, everything here was left by Salazar Slytherin himself. As his descendants, we have a duty to safeguard these treasures.]
This is probably a piece of advice left behind by a descendant of Slytherin.
How can these treasures be kept safe?
Although Morris was not a descendant of Slytherin, he still intended to do so.
So he immediately returned to his dormitory, took a suitcase, and packed up everything in the room, not even leaving the wooden frame behind.
This is what he considers the most appropriate way to store it.
That makes perfect sense.
Over the next few days, Morris devoted most of his energy to these books and manuscripts.
He borrowed a large number of Ancient Runes, from the library and immersed himself in them, forgetting to eat and sleep.
He soon discovered that most of the information was related to Dark Magic.
Even if it's not Dark Magic, it's still a very sensitive kind of magic.
That's normal—after all, it's what Slytherin teaches their students in private.
Morris didn't mind.
He embraces all knowledge without reservation.
Besides the main magical content, these Slytherin manuscripts also contain all sorts of random thoughts and musings.
Salazar Slytherin seems to have had an extremely rich inner life, often writing down his inner thoughts.
He complained about Godric Gryffindor's recklessness, criticized Rowena Ravenclaw's ideals as unrealistic, and teased Helga Hufflepuff for being too soft-hearted at times...
Isn't this just gossiping about your colleagues behind their backs?
It seems that even the founders of Hogwarts were no different from ordinary people.
Among these scattered pieces of information, Morris caught a sentence that caught his attention.
" Godric is bragging again about his private training room that only the brave can find, and Rowena and Helga are also preparing something. Heh, it seems we'll all leave our own legacies. I'm not exactly unconventional, but my Chamber of Secrets will be more practical than theirs..."
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That's a huge amount of information.
Not only Slytherin, but the other three Founders of Hogwarts may also have left behind their own " Chamber of Secrets ".