I was expelled from Hogwarts?

abandoned bathroom,

Carrying a small black leather suitcase, Rove stood in front of the broken mirror, happily arranging his hair.

Myrtle was floating in the air, staring obsessively at this handsome face that even Ms. Gray missed, she asked softly, "Are you sure you want to go in?"

"Of course, but there's no need to be so happy, right? Your mouth is grinning to the back of your head." Rove looked at the smiling Myrtle in the mirror.

"No, Rove...I just think of happy things."

"whats the matter?"

"If you die, I would like you to share this toilet with me." Myrtle's face turned silvery white in embarrassment.

"..."

"Although I don't want to compete with Ms. Gray for a man, I'm willing to give it a try if you're like me... My toilet is very useful, and it also has a jacuzzi."

"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Rove stared at the side of the copper faucet, hoarsed at the little snake, and shouted in Parseltongue: "Open."

The copper dragon hair emitted an extremely dazzling white light, and began to spin rapidly, and the pool was slowly moving downward, as if a mechanism had been opened, finally revealing a very thick water pipe with a person-high entrance.

Rove got into the water pipe and slid down the pipe, his wand raised, and the tip of the wand shone with light, illuminating the surroundings.

There are countless openings in this pipe, connecting other pipes in all directions.

Obviously, along any pipe that drains Hogwarts, you can eventually find the Chamber of Secrets, but the whole system is too complicated, like a maze, and it is easy to get lost before you find it.

Rove followed this thick pipe, twists and turns, and the mountain road slid eighteen bends, but the whole still slid towards a deeper place.

Rove couldn't help thinking that the Chamber of Secrets could be developed into a roller coaster project in the future, allowing students to spend money to ride.

The water pipe finally changed from curved to horizontal, and the boy emerged from the mouth of the pipe. The vines grabbed him and made him slow down slowly, so he didn't fly out directly.

Rove stood up and stepped on a piece of solid ground. It was dark all around, and the wand could only illuminate one area.

The boy took out a magic barometer from the small black suitcase, which can determine the altitude according to the air pressure at the location.

According to the magic barometer, at a position of one thousand meters underground, this is already under the Black Lake and the Slytherin lounge.

Rove walked forward, his eyes suddenly flashed like flashing lights, allowing him to see the whole tunnel.

He walked towards the side of the tunnel, where there was a small statue of a young wizard with a smug grin on the corner of his mouth, as if he had succeeded in mischief.

The name is also engraved on the back of the statue:

Corvinus Gunter!

Rove memorized the name silently. He carried the black suitcase and continued to walk forward.

The ground was littered with the bones of small animals, and the silhouette of a colossal creature coiled on one side lay motionless on the other side of the tunnel.

The light shone on a pair of huge snake skin, which was green and very bright, and it seemed that the basilisk had just shed its skin not long ago.

Luo Fu is going to take away the snake skin, which is also a treasure, and it is a waste of money to leave it here like this.

Of course, the most precious thing is the guy in the back of the chamber.

...

...

"Are you...all right..."

Listening to the familiar stuttering voice, Harry felt that it had never been so beautiful as it is today, just like the sound of heaven.

Harry stood up with difficulty, pulled the black vines away, and patted the dust on his body. He almost cried, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!"

The wand in Quirrell's hand shot out a flame, and Ron who was bound was also rescued. He explained:

"It's the devil's net...they're afraid of...the flames..."

Ron stood up and said with lingering fear: "Why did you put such a dangerous thing here, we were almost strangled to death!"

"Then why are you here..." Professor Quirrell asked, "This is a restricted area, not where you should come."

"Professor, I know someone is stealing..." Harry lowered his voice, "Sorcerer's Stone, right?"

"You... how do you know..." Quirrell seemed very surprised.

"We've already guessed it." Ron said with a smug smile, "Professor Snape stole it, right?"

Quirrell stared at Ron for a moment, then sighed deeply, seemingly distressed.

"It's... him! I didn't expect Severus... to fall to this level."

"Professor Quirrell, is Snape really serving that man?" Harry asked cautiously, "Volde... the devil."

Quirrell reacted greatly when he heard the name, and his whole body was trembling.

"Harry, don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in panic as well, as if worried that Voldemort would hear.

"Okay, but...the mysterious man is not here, what are you afraid of." Harry sighed.

"I'm leaving." Quirrell interrupted Harry, as if he was afraid of hearing dangerous words such as "murderer" and "beast" from his mouth.

He was in Albania last year, and was tricked by that kid Scamander.

"Professor Quirrell, let us come with you." Harry hurriedly said, "It's too dangerous for you to face Snape alone. We can help, right, Ron?"

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say "Trust Professor Quirrell"...but in the end he didn't say it, just nodded.

Quirrell looked at Harry, seemingly very moved, he nodded and said, "Oh, it's you, the Boy Who Lived... Potter, you are so brave.

Come on, let's stop Snape together. "

Both Harry and Ron were full of confidence immediately, and Ron asked curiously, "Professor, why did you approve the scarf again?"

"I don't want everyone to see my bald head." Quirrell led the way.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Ron quickly apologized: "Although you are bald, in my opinion, you have a kind of inner beauty, which is much better than Snape who is not bald..."

"Thank you for the compliment... Weasley!"

The three of them walked along the corridor and soon entered a bright room, where countless shining keys were flying in the air, like birds.

But that door had already been opened, and a key was stuck in it. It wanted to get out of the keyhole, but was forcibly trapped in it by magic.

"It seems that we don't need to bother to catch the key again."

Quirrell pushed open the door, and the three entered the second room.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. As soon as they stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.

The whole room is like a huge chessboard for wizards, and they must use their bodies as a chessboard to win this game before they can move on to the next room.

Ron took the initiative to assume the burden of playing chess. Although he was eaten, he helped Quirrell and Harry to the end room.

"Ron!" Harry stood by the door, looked at Ron who was unconscious on the chessboard, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, Potter...he's just in a coma, and his life is not in danger." Quirrell urged: "We have to hurry up, or the Philosopher's Stone..."

Under Quirrell's persuasion, Harry had no choice but to move on and came to a new room where a giant monster that had been massacred lay on the ground.

They stepped over the troll's thick legs and walked towards the next room. There was only one table with seven bottles of various shapes on it.

As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, two flames rose from behind them, purple and black flames, sealing both doors.

Harry grabbed a roll of parchment next to the bottle and read it lightly. Only halfway through, he scratched his hair and said with a headache:

"It's a logical reasoning question, but I can't understand it at all, and I can't reason out the answer...Professor Quirrell, can you?"

Quirrell just shook his head and said: "No need... Snape has already gone in, which means that there is a bottle of potion... a lot will be drunk..."

Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, he shook it and said, "There's only a small half of the potion left, and Professor Snape hasn't finished it... We each take a sip."

Quirrell raised his wand, conjuring two small cups, divided the last bit of potion among them, and drank one cup first.

Harry took a deep breath, drank the potion, and walked into the black flames, then made his way to the other side and into the last room.

There was already a wizard standing there.

yes……

Snape!

...

...

(12,000 words, completed by the fifth watch.

Exhausted, as expected, there are only exhausted cows. )