Reborn Harry Potter

.. At night, Harry quietly watched a ring on his finger.

A few days ago, he was ready to kill the basilisk, but he did not expect that the ring he found could control the soul of the basilisk.

Through this ring, he can also communicate with the basilisk spiritually and share the vision of the basilisk.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

That being the case, he didn't need to kill the basilisk.

This was originally what Slytherin left for his successors, but unfortunately, Voldemort did not find out that he only communicated with the basilisk superficially through Parseltongue.

Only with this ring can the basilisk be truly controlled.

He does not need language to communicate, and he can clearly convey orders to the basilisk from a long distance.

That's why Harry thought of acting with Voldemort.

For example, today, Voldemort communicated with the basilisk, letting it appear to kill Mrs. Norris first, and then hurt the wizard, spreading panic and spreading panic throughout the campus. As long as the Ministry of Magic finds out that the situation is serious, Dumbledore will definitely think If he is incompetent, he will be temporarily dismissed from his position. At that time, he will not need to be so careful.

After knowing Voldemort's order, Harry quietly controlled the basilisk so that it only needed to petrify Mrs. Norris.

Voldemort did not have the slightest doubt about the matter behind this, because in his opinion, the basilisk had limited intelligence and could not fully understand his intentions.As long as he can achieve his goal.

Harry's plans are going well, but there is one question that has been bothering him.

The girl's bathroom (n) on the second floor is the entrance to the secret room. Why is the entrance there?And Myrtle was killed by the basilisk that suddenly appeared there.

Since Hogwarts was built more than 1000 years ago, it has never been renovated and has always remained the same. The dormitory building is always a dormitory building, the sports field is always a sports field, and the girls' bathroom is always a bathroom.

In other words, when Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets, he already knew that it was the girls' bathroom.

Plus he can share the vision of the Basilisk.

Tsk tsk, this gave Harry a bold idea, and he had to wonder what Slytherin really meant.

Wouldn't it be used to spy on Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff...

That night, Harry had a nightmare.

Many images flashed: Filch's eyes full of malice, he opened his mouth as if to curse something, and the eyes of his cat before death, and finally even Voldemort's memories of being killed by other children because of his magical talent in the orphanage. The eyes of fear and disgust...

It was an uncomfortable dream.

But Harry never had a nightmare.

Nightmares, in the eyes of Muggles, are only due to stress and some minor mental problems.

Wizards don't think so.

That's why Harry carefully observed a newly burned tortoise shell at this time of the morning. There were several burst cracks on the tortoise shell, interlaced with each other.

While looking at the divination prophecy displayed by the tortoise shell, Harry flipped through the fortune teller's books to find the corresponding content.

"There is."

Harry clicks somewhere in the book.

"Someone is cursing me." Harry got this answer from the book.

Who will curse me with magic?And just curse me to have a nightmare.

Undecided and asked about divination, Harry lit the fire again and threw a piece of animal bone into it.

"Squeak."

The bones crackled slightly as they burned.

The fire gradually extinguished, leaving inexplicable marks on the bones.

Harry started turning the pages.

He didn't expect to get any useful information at first, because the magic power of wizards would interfere with each other.Even if Voldemort performed divination, it would be difficult for him to divine the details of a first-year freshman, but divination for Muggles is a piece of cake.So he didn't report any fantasies.

But according to the results of divination, there are obvious instructions.

"The person who cast the curse has very low magic ability, that's why he was divined. An old man lost his only relative not long ago, but it also shows that his relative has not left him." A dangerous gleam flashed in Harry's eyes.

Ha ha……

Just because of boring reasons, he poured out his grievances on himself, incompetent and furious.

Is it because you look like a bully?

Harry only cares about one thing, someone has bad intentions for him, although it doesn't do him any harm, it's just that the magic level of the person who cast the curse is too low, he can bet that Filch is absolutely hateful, curse He dies.

So what should he do?

As if nothing happened?still is……

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The next day, Halloween.

What happened yesterday began to ferment, and some people who didn't see it with their own eyes also learned about it through the information in other people's mouths.

It’s just that every person who spreads information, in order to attract others’ attention and highlight the particularity of his exclusive news, will speak out his speculation as if it really happened.

And those who hear it will play it up again, and then spread it.

The people who first spread it heard what others were discussing, and they actually corresponded with their own. They were shocked, and it turned out that what they said casually turned out to be true.

In this way, the truth is even more vague and invisible.

It's a flavoring to a peaceful Hogwarts life that, if you don't get involved, seems like something out of the country.

Although it has been proven that the bloodstains on the wall are written with chicken blood, not human blood that makes people panic, and every time in class, every magic teacher will say that the secret room is purely non-existent, so stop talking about it.

It seems that things are slowly cooling down.

But there are still some students who have the spirit of research and hope to find the secrets hidden in the secret room.

Hermione is one of them.

She vaguely remembered that she had seen the words Chamber of Secrets in a certain biography, but when she went to the library to borrow a book, she could no longer find that book.

So Hermione decided that the school was deliberately hiding this matter.

But where else can I find information?

At this time, she looked at the upcoming history of magic class, her eyes lit up.

History of Magic was the dullest subject on their timetable.Of all their teachers, only Professor Binns, who teaches the class, is a ghost.He was so old and wrinkled that many said he did not notice that he was dead.He got up to go to class on his last day, accidentally leaving his body in an armchair in front of the fireplace in the staff lounge.Since then, all his daily activities have remained the same without any change.

But he is old enough and knowledgeable.Although his level of lectures is really average, there are really few people in the entire magic world who dare to say that they know more about various events and even legends in history than him.

Today, the classroom is as boring as usual.Professor Binns opened his notes and read in a dry, low, monotonous voice, like an old vacuum cleaner, until the whole class fell into a daze, occasionally coming to their senses, and copying down a name or a date, Then fell back into a semi-sleep.

After half an hour of class, Hermione finally couldn't stand it anymore.

She raised her hand excitedly.

The professor was a little confused, and he said, "What's your problem?"

Hermione went straight to the point, and said clearly: "Professor, I want to know something about the Chamber of Secrets, can you tell me about it?"

So... Dean, who had been staring out the window with his mouth open just now, suddenly woke up from his trance. Lavender Brown's head was lifted from his arms, and Neville's elbow was lifted from the table. put it down.

Everyone woke up and looked at the professor expectantly.

The professor was a little angry, and seemed to want to reprimand Hermione, but found that everyone was looking at him with bright eyes.

He had never found that what he had to say could hold the interest of his classmates so much.

"Okay..." He panted, and said slowly, "Let me think...about the secret room..."

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