Vol 3 Chapter 520: Return to the Chamber of Secrets (Part 2)

At the same time, Jon Hart's figure quickly appeared in front of them.
　　
　　 "Is that so, principal?" Argus Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts Castle, was slightly taken aback, and then nodded in disbelief.
　　
　　 At the same time, he also released the hand that was holding Harry Potter's clothes tightly.
　　
　　 "Yes, I'm sorry, Argus." Principal Jon Hart said with a smile: "I forgot to notify you in advance..."
　　
　　 "No, no, no... it's not your fault... the principal!" Filch seemed flattered: "I will leave now, and I won't bother you!"
　　
　　 While talking, he quickly picked up the cat on the ground and quickly walked up the stairs.
　　
　　 Before leaving, he didn't forget to give Potter a stern look.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 Filch's figure quickly disappeared from the sight of both of them.
　　
　　 "I heard Mr. Filch's yelling downstairs. I guessed that you were in conflict with him, so I rushed over." Jon explained as he went downstairs.
　　
　　 "Thank you...Principal..." Harry stammered, facing Jon Hart who had just helped him out.
　　
　　 "Just call my name, Harry." Jon smiled and said, "After all, we were classmates, right."
　　
　　 "Okay..." Harry also smiled, then nodded.
　　
　　 "Come with me!" Jon pointed to the road ahead.
　　
　　 "By the way, Jon..." Harry couldn't help but said, "The location you agreed with me before is an abandoned girls bathroom on the second floor... Could it be that you are preparing..."
　　
"I'm not going to be a voyeur, Harry." Jon made a joke, but he laughed first: "And it has been abandoned since fifty years ago, isn't it... In fact, since I am called You come, you should be very clear where I am taking you?"
　　
　　 "It's really a secret room, are we really going to Slytherin's secret room?" Harry couldn't help shouting.
　　
"I suggest you be quieter, Harry, so as not to cause unnecessary panic." Jon said calmly, "Yes, I learned about the secret room from Professor Dumbledore, and I also know you and the mysterious man. The relationship between the two, so I asked you to help this..."
　　
　　 "Is it the two of us?" Harry looked around, but found no other people.
　　
　　 "I planned to have a few more people, but you didn't seem to bring your friends with you." Jon spread his hands: "Okay, we are here."
　　
　　……
　　
　　 There is no doubt that the door of this bathroom is not very eye-catching.
　　
　　 is probably an ancient time that no one has broken into for many years. There are a lot of broken glass bottles, wreckage of tables and chairs, and a big sign that says "fault".
　　
　　 Jon Hart raised his wand and moved the waste away one by one.
　　
　　 "Need my help?" Harry Potter also picked up his wand in enthusiasm.
　　
　　 "Sorry, Harry, but I think we are still in the hallway." Jon blinked, "According to school rules, students are not allowed to cast spells in the hallway... well, let's go in!"
　　
　　 reached out and grabbed the brass knob, twisted it slightly, ignored the big sign that said "fault", and opened the door.
　　
The environment inside 　　 is very dark and dull. The big mirror with mottled stains and cracks came into view, and then a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.
　　
　　 The floor was wet, and a few candle heads were burning low on the bracket, emitting a dim light, and illuminating the floor gloomily. The paint on the wooden doors of the individual rooms was peeling off and covered with scratches; the hinges of one door were disengaged and hung there staggeringly.
　　
　　 "Who is it?" A sharp voice came from the toilet in the single room at the bottom: "Who broke into my territory..."
　　
　　 At the same time, a ghost sprang out of the toilet.
　　
　　 But the vigilant voice stopped abruptly, or it became gentle: "...oh, Harry, long time no see, I thought you would never come to see me until you graduate..."
　　
　　 Harry Potter couldn't help standing there a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say.
　　
"I'm sorry, Miss Warren (the crying Myrtle's full name is Myrtle-Elizabeth-Warren)!" Jon raised his head and looked directly at the ghost: "Mr. Potter and I need to be here for important matters. Deal, can you avoid the trouble?"
　　
　　 "Oh, principal..." The crying Myrtle seemed to be taken aback by Jon, and then backed back into the toilet quickly while backing.
　　
　　 "It looks like your peach blossom luck is pretty good today, Harry." Jon joked: "Let's start, do you remember where the entrance to the secret room is?"
　　
　　……
　　
　　 Harry Potter quickly found the pool at the entrance of the secret room in his memory, and on the side of a copper dragon head, he found a small snake carved on it.
　　
　　 "I might speak some strange language." Harry raised his head to remind Jon.
　　
　　 "Snake-lao voice?" Jon nodded: "It's okay, don't care about me."
　　
　　 Harry turned his head again to look at the snake, and then he made a strange hissing noise from his mouth.
　　
Jon was not idle at this time, he waved his wand lightly, and a golden light began to appear behind him...Although the basilisk in the secret room has been dead for many years, UU reading www.uukānshu.com but for Just in case, it's better to call Fox around.
　　
　　The dragon's hair flashed a dazzling white light and began to spin quickly. Then, the pool moved. They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could accommodate a person in it.
　　
　　 "Slytherin's secret room is down here...I'll go down first, Jon!" Before Jon could speak, Harry Potter had lowered his head into the pipe.
　　
　　 Jon was stunned, then waved at Fox; grabbing a paw of Phoenix, he also slowly flew into the water pipe.
　　
　　 The pipe is dark, and there are even many pipes that diverge in all directions, but they are not as thick as the main pipe. This main pipe has twists and turns, winding all around, with a steep all the way down
　　
　　 After a few minutes, the direction of the pipe gradually became flat...until they appeared at the door of a dark stone tunnel.
　　
　　 "Are you here, Jon..." Harry Potter's voice echoed from the dark tunnel.
　　
　　 Jon didn't speak, but just waved his wand lightly, and the tip of the wand suddenly glowed white.
　　
　　 In the faint light, he stretched out a finger and shook it gently towards Harry, beckoning him not to speak.
　　
　　At the same time, he smelled a disgusting stench in front of the dark stone tunnel.