Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 87 The Chamber of Secrets
Half an hour later, Riddle's figure had vanished into thin air, and the papers of the diary that stored his soul were lying scattered on the ground without any magic power. After digging for a long time, holes with sharp edges appeared.

The cage created by Amosta has disappeared, and the basilisk left by Slytherin trapped in the cage is also missing.

Dumbledore looked solemn, he strode across the steps at the entrance of the chamber of secrets, the purple traveling cloak he was wearing swayed like a cape behind him, while Harry followed behind Dumbledore panting, speaking in a hurry something.

When he saw Amosta who was safe and sound at the foot of the Slytherin statue, the expression on Dumbledore's face finally relaxed, but his footsteps were still hurried.

"Ah, how fast you came, Headmaster Dumbledore, oh, of course, and Potter—"

Amosta withdrew his gaze from staring at the sculpture, turned around and smiled lightly.

"Glad to see you're alright, Amosta,"

Dumbledore, who was approaching quickly, said gently, he seemed to want to say something more, but his eyes were attracted by the diary on the floor, he picked up the cracked diary, his blue eyes cast from his long crooked The twisted nose shot down, staring intently at the broken pages,
"very impressive,"

Dumbledore said softly,

"Needless to say, he can probably say that Hogwarts has been in history. Oh, and you, Amosta, have never seen a better wizard than the two of you in my long career. Of course, I'm talking about magical talent."

Harry seemed confused. He looked around, but couldn't find any other creatures or manifest memories in the Chamber of Secrets besides them.

"Professor Blaine, Voldemort and the Basilisk, where are they all, you?"

The smiling Amosta's expression suddenly became regretful. He looked at Harry who was covered in dust and said,

"The basilisk was struggling very hard. The cage I conjured up with magic could no longer control it. I had no choice but to turn it into ashes. As for the memory stored in this evil magic device, it seems that it wants to save it. Its servant, when I was dealing with the basilisk, jumped out from behind a pillar and tried to sneak up on me,"

Amosta shrugged his shoulders and said lightly,

"I was a little nervous and used a powerful spell, so it disappeared as well--"

Harry was breathless. Professor Bryan's statement was reasonable, but he always felt that something was wrong. After all, it was left by Slytherin to his heirs. The Basilisk, which has created countless terrifying legends for thousands of years, and Voldemort himself. Evil magic props, why is it as easy as killing a goblin in the mouth of Professor Brian?

Hearing what Amosta said, Dumbledore, who was concentrating on studying the diary, raised his head. He shook his silver-white eyebrows, and a strange light flashed in his blue eyes.
"Anyway, Amostar,"

Dumbledore put the diary in his pocket, smiled happily and said sincerely,
"I would like to express my gratitude to you. In the few hours I left the school, you fulfilled the duties of the headmaster for me. I am really glad that you saved Ginny Weasley. Otherwise, I simply don't know How should you explain to Arthur and Molly, you also protected Harry and his friends from the basilisk and Voldemort, tearing away the shadow that has hung over the heads of little wizards this year--"

Dumbledore blew his nose heavily, his voice sounding emotional,
"If it weren't for the fact that you have graduated from school, I think a special contribution award medal is the best reward for your bravery and fearlessness!"

Cough cough--
Dumbledore's string of praises made Amosta almost blush, he pursed his lips, waved his hands modestly, and then pointed his eyes at Harry,
"You are overrated, Principal Dumbledore. In fact, if Harry hadn't been extremely astute and keenly discovered the entrance to this secret room, I don't think all of this would be so simple!"

"Oh, of course—"

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Harry, whose ears were red,
"Like you saved the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort last year, your wisdom and courage put many famous wizards, including myself, to shame, Harry, I think. I think that if Lily and James still If I were here, I would be proud of you."

Harry opened his mouth. At this moment, he still had many doubts in his heart. For example, why Fox suddenly appeared when he was fighting the basilisk to the death; What is the sword drawn out of the sorting hat; for another example, this diary.
But Harry didn't ask a single question, because Dumbledore's words were stuck in his chest like a huge stone, making him breathless. The sparkle in his eyes became imperceptible.

yeah if. if they're still around
Amosta moved his eyes away, and continued to look at the huge black hole that appeared on the face of the stone sculpture, and Dumbledore also took a few steps forward with interest, leaving Harry behind him, standing in front of Amosta Beside him, followed his gaze to look at the hole, with a silver beard that could be tucked into the waistband fluttering slightly, and said thoughtfully,

"You think there's something there, don't you, Amostar?"

"It just doesn't feel right, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta didn't look at Dumbledore, his eyes flashed with unreadable light, in fact, he didn't feel anything wrong from the dark hole, which made him curious about the black hole, and It was the memory he retrieved that made up his mind to explore
"The basilisk, after listening to Voldemort's call, crawled out of that place—"

Harry woke up from the sad silence, and he answered the two men's questions.

Dumbledore nodded irresistibly. He condescendingly looked down at Amosta with searching eyes. After a while, he said calmly,

"There are countless fascinating secrets hidden in this ancient castle, Amosta, even though I am the principal of this school, I have read the notes of previous principals, I may not know as much about this castle as Wes The twin brother of the Lai family, if you think it is necessary, I can accompany you to see what happened."

Amosta bows and smiles in thanks
"I'm curious, Headmaster Dumbledore, that Salazar Slytherin left a basilisk in such a hidden room just to clear the school of non-pure-blooded little wizards, as the rumors say. This doesn't seem to be the mind and pattern that a wizard of his level should have."

A stream of light flashed across Dumbledore's half-moon lens,
"Sensible and reasonable judgment, Amosta, since this is the case—"

Dumbledore obviously saw something, but he didn't choose to pierce it. He raised his elder wand and swung it down neatly. Immediately, the whole secret room was shaken violently, and the gravel and dust were rushing like wind and rain. It fell down like a rustle, and Harry, who didn't know why, quickly covered his forehead with his hands to prevent something from falling into his eyes.

In just a few seconds, the trembling world returned to calm again. In a state of embarrassment, Harry patted the gray layer on his robe and looked forward quickly. With just one glance, his face showed shock!
In front of Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Bryan, there appeared out of thin air a staircase leading directly to the face of a towering stone sculpture. This staircase was rough in texture and dark in color. It was a full two hundred feet high, like a sky-reaching column.

Harry clicked his tongue. Turning a stone into the shape of a ladder is not difficult for him who has received two years of orthodox magic education. He can create such a huge staircase. Harry is sure that even if he puts him in a juicer Even if you squeeze it dry, you can't conjure so much magic power!

(End of this chapter)