Chapter 142 At the Entrance to the Secret Chamber

Chapter 142 At the Entrance to the Secret Chamber

Although the murderer had not been caught yet, the students had to leave because the heir of Slytherin took action again. He captured a student and expressed a strong desire to kill for the first time.

【Her bones will remain in the secret room forever】

Dark thought about the bloody words that had just appeared on the wall and scratched his head in annoyance for the first time. It's not like he had never encountered more difficult, more dangerous, and more casualty missions, but this was the first time he encountered someone committing a crime right in his face.

In Dark's heart, the weight of those who have died and those who may die are completely unequal.

"All students, please return to your respective dormitories immediately. All teachers, please return to the staff lounge. Please act immediately."

Professor McGonagall's voice, amplified by magic, echoed in the corridor. Dark saw the professors who were still in the classrooms dividing the students into teams, preparing to escort them back, and those investigator colleagues he was not very familiar with also swarmed over to help.

If the owl goes back and forth to the Ministry of Magic, it will take... at least a day. Can the little girl named Ginny wait?

Dark was calculating in his mind when the report that the Ministry of Magic had asked people to start investigating would reach them, and suddenly he remembered Milos's always calm face and his multifaceted style, and then a doubt immediately arose in his mind.

Could the Ministry of Magic really approve an investigation right away?

The first report he submitted, both the brief and detailed versions, were written by Milos. He did not give a conclusion, but gave a direction. What is certain is that the existence of the basilisk can be confirmed.

If dark creatures are involved, Aurors will have to be mobilized and more effort will be spent on official documents.

Dark began to recall with a headache the intricate relationships among the departments and the tedious procedures that Milos always had to handle for him. In the end, he didn't come up with a specific idea, but what was certain was that if he waited for the transfer order from the department, he would have to watch for at least two days.

That's why he likes to do overseas missions where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away.

Send an urgent letter to Milos to ask him to try to finalize the matter? But would Milos want to do this?

Dark always felt that Milos's perspective on people and things was very different from his, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Or just do it yourself.

"Dark..." Just as he was thinking this, Manna walked towards him, and Dark immediately calmed down and walked with her.

"What's wrong?" Just after asking, Dark saw the envelope that Manna had opened in her hand, so he asked, "Whose letter is it?"

"Carolina, she said that the procedures for Aidan to join the joint investigation team have been basically completed." Manna handed over the letter, and a smile finally appeared on her face after days of worry.

"That's all?" Dark pulled out the letter, glanced at it, and asked half-heartedly, "You didn't mention anything else about the current situation?"

Manna glanced at Dark, feeling a little angry and helpless. Finally, she could only sigh, "No, not at all. That's right, if you had chosen another time to let us know about this, we would have been happier."

Dark folded the letter and returned it to Manna. He stared at his wife's face, which was dark under the eyes but still energetic, and asked casually, "Where's Aidan? Have you seen him?"

"I'm going, and you have to come with me," Manna responded to Dark's gaze and said very seriously, "Or I will go with you. You know, Dark, whether it's escaping or fighting, we must take the same actions when facing danger together. We have an agreement."

These were their wedding vows.

Dark was stunned for a moment, then he subconsciously put his arm around Manna's shoulders and said in a relaxed tone, "Where can I go? Let's go and deliver this letter to our good son, which will require two years of further study, break up young lovers, and carry a life-threatening risk."

He held his wife in his arms and walked towards the Hufflepuff dormitory, not sure whether he felt lost or relieved.

When Dark and Manna first met, they had similar interests. They both disregarded the rules and liked adventure. They still disregard the rules and like adventure now, and they even enjoy the sense of crisis that comes with adventure. However, they are already husband and wife, so the crisis is no longer directed at one person.

Dark doesn't like being bound or following rules, but his marriage and work, which are deeply tied to him, bind him. He sometimes recalls his past self who never listened to any opinions, and sometimes recalls the freshness and excitement of being with Manna at the beginning, but these thoughts will disappear when he sees Manna.

He's not the only one who feels constrained, so why don't people who know each other's temperament and thoughts well have a frank conversation?

Because Dark couldn't lose Manna, and Manna couldn't lose Dark, the moment they got to know each other, it was no longer just novelty and adventure that brought them pleasure, so Dark and Manna both chose to compromise, and they were willing to do so.

However, their son, who is at an enthusiastic age, does not have this understanding yet.

When Harry and Ron forced Lockhart to go to Myrtle's bathroom, Aidan was banging on a faucet. Harry saw Myrtle floating nearby, staring at the male president with a crazy look on her face.

"What are you doing?" Hearing the noise, Aidan turned around with his wand in hand and looked at the three people in the strange combination and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They are holding the professor hostage! President, you should take care of them!" Lockhart yelled immediately, but no one present paid any attention to him.

"What are you doing here again!" Ron swallowed hesitantly, but still took a step forward with his wand.

Aidan didn't reply immediately. He glanced at Harry, whose face was full of vigilance, and calmly placed his wand on the sink beside him. Then he lazily raised his hand above his head and took two steps to the side, revealing the faucet he was studying. "I have some clues from the investigators. As you know, I learned it from my parents, so I came here."

"The investigators have clues?! Then why don't they come! My sister is in danger now!" Ron shouted angrily.

"Investigators are not Aurors. Although most of them are good at magic, these are indeed not their responsibility. There are even rules that prohibit rash actions. Investigators' autonomy is generally lower than that of Aurors. Investigators are completely at the mercy of orders," Aidan explained while motioning Harry to come over. "I think you've come at the right time, little savior. We need a Parseltongue here."

Ron's eyes were still red with anger. He and Harry looked at each other, pursed their lips, and pushed Lockhart over there.

"Here." Aidan put down his pretentious hand and pointed to the little snake carved on the bronze dragon head.

Harry went to touch the snake, and just as he tried to turn on the faucet, Myrtle added, "This faucet never runs."

Her voice was more joyful than ever before. She looked at Harry, then at Aidan, her eyes shining as she said, "If you die—"

Ron couldn't listen any longer. He pushed Lockhart with his wand and took another step forward. He opened his mouth eagerly to interrupt Myrtle's unfinished words, "Harry, say a few words. Speak in Parseltongue."

"I think so too, little savior." Aidan picked up his wand and looked at the nervous Harry with his blue eyes.

"But..." Harry frowned in confusion. It took him several tries before he made a hissing sound like a snake. Then, the pool in front of him began to rumble.

They watched as the pool disappeared and a thick water pipe emerged. Ron gasped loudly, but no one paid attention to him.

"Are you going to see the professor?" Aidan asked them, tilting his head.

"I have to go down." Harry said in a deep voice without hesitation. He had to decisively grasp the last glimmer of hope that Ginny was still alive.

"I want to go too," Ron said.

"That's what I was thinking of doing," said Aidan, the male president. He didn't care about the two juniors' perhaps unremarkable magic skills. He looked at Harry with a slightly inquiring gaze and asked in a relaxed tone, "Can you add me?"

"We won't complain about the lack of people at this time." Harry said solemnly. He looked at the dark entrance of the pipe and took a deep breath.

"I don't think I'm needed here anymore, you see? You already have such a great president," said Lockhart, with his usual smile. "I'll just -"

"You go down first!" Ron yelled at the professor who had no intention of rescuing his sister.

"Very constructive advice, little Gryffindor." Aidan said, and then used his youthful strength to stuff Lockhart, who had no wand in his hand, into the pipe and kicked him down. Ron and Harry looked at Aidan in surprise at his decisiveness.

"He gives too much homework and it's annoying," Aidan explained calmly. Although he never did any homework, Arlian complained to him many times. "I have been resentful of him for a long time."

Then he walked to the pipe entrance and went in without hesitation. Harry and Ron looked at each other and went in one after the other.

After everyone went in and the bathroom returned to calm, Maggie, who had been hiding in the dark, slid out and followed him into the pipe.