Chapter 690

Like Animagus, speaking in animal language is by no means a skill for wizards that relies only on talent. Unlike "the barrier free and changeable appearance of Yirong margus" and "the temptation of Meiwa blood to men", they are essentially different from ordinary people, but they can be completed through the day after tomorrow's practice.

The "snake man's accent", which imitates the ability of snakes to speak, is naturally one of them. At best, it is a kind of "foreign language" that is difficult to master.

Just like before Dumbledore died, he learned Mermaid language and goblin language without special blood, and could smoothly understand what the snake man said.

In contrast, such "animal communicators" as newt scarmand and Voldemort, who rely on blood inheritance, are quite rare.

"Open -"

The sound of running as like as two peas from Harry Porter's ears, which is just like a short time ago, came to me.

With the voice falling a little, the copper faucet suddenly burst into a bright white light, and then it whirled violently with the wash basin below, like a silent storm.

Before long, the sink and faucet... And even the brick wall and ground connecting the sink disappeared, but what appeared in their sight was an extremely thick sewer opening.

"How did you do it?" Myrtle said in surprise, covering her mouth with her hands. "People have 'hissed' at that faucet, too? Why didn't it --"

"I don't know."

Ernst replied casually, and then immediately looked into the dark pipe.

In fact, his answer was not a random response, because he only knew that he seemed to be able to talk to snakes in the grass near his home since he was very young. However, most snakes can only make some simple responses, and they are basically the kind of people who love to answer and ignore. Over time, he will be bored.

But Ernst didn't expect that this little ability, which seems to have been useless all the time, suddenly came into use today.

"Oh -- look, isn't it dark and terrible there?" Myrtle floated in a little, but it didn't seem to dare to get too close, as Ernst stretched his neck and looked into the big pipe on the ground, "In the past, there seemed to be a monster living here - it seemed to be a big snake! However, later, it was defeated by Mr. gidrow Lockhart, and there was a special performance on this matter..."

She kept on talking, but erns seemed to be thinking about something, even without looking at her. After a while, Myrtle came back from her self-talk.

"... what are you thinking... Do you want to go in too?" Myrtle said leisurely in the air. "It's better not... Isn't this big hole afraid? Although... Although brave boys are really charming..."

But after thinking about it for a moment, Ernst shook his head gently.

"Close."

He still said the word in a snake voice, clear and accurate, which was much easier than Harry at the beginning. As he hurried down, the pool quickly returned to its original shape.

"Yes, don't go in - just stay on it! You -"

"Myrtle." RNs suddenly interrupted each other, "I'll get something and come back in a minute... If you meet someone else, remember not to tell me about my coming here."

……

More than ten minutes later, in the dark and humid underground pipeline.

Ernst was gliding rapidly in the intricate pipe. His thin lips were tightly closed together, his feet were directed below, and he held a very ordinary flying broom very hard in his arms.

The pipe is very large - at least much larger than the holes in other branches around it, and there is no problem to accommodate one or two people. However, the inclination angle of the pipe is too large, and the pipe wall is sticky and wet everywhere. It's easy to go down but difficult to come back.

Therefore, even if Ernst didn't show excellent flying talent in several flying classes, he still deliberately ran to find a school practice broom.

Even if it will be difficult to fly, it is much better than not going back.

In the process of continuous decline, Ernst felt that the direction of the pipe was extremely complex, and there would be twists and turns at each section. If the size of the pipe was not significantly different, he was really afraid that he would lose his way here when he went back.

Finally, when Ernst felt that he might have reached a very deep place under the school, the slope of the pipe slowed down sharply, and then he was thrown straight out.

"Poof -"

Forced to sit on the mud, Ernst quickly stood up regardless of the stickiness. He rubbed his hand on his robe, took out his wand from his arms, and waited until the light from the tip of the wand expelled the darkness around him, so that he could look at the situation nearby.

Long tunnels as silent as tombs, small animal bones everywhere, mottled wet stone walls, and shadowy corners where the light will not reach

The passage to Slytherin's chamber of secrets is as gloomy and terrible as ever. However, up to now, all this can only become the material for future generations who come to "sightseeing" to scare themselves.

"This is really..."

Although Ernst was still very cautious step by step, and his magic wand was always ready to meet the enemy, even he vaguely understood that there was nothing to explore here.

"... how many people have been here?"

He looked at the footprints on the floor of the passage - positive, negative, large, small, and even many overlapped. He couldn't count how many pairs of soles had trampled here.

Sure enough, he didn't encounter any accidents until he saw the crystal white frost at the end of the tunnel.

Around, it was still as quiet as a real underground tomb.

"... ice?"

Ernst stretched out his hand to explore the wall around the door opening, but before his fingertips touched the white frost, he felt a sharp chill. Yes, he seemed to be electrocuted, and his hand retracted again.

If you look at the white broken stones at your feet, even the most stupid person can understand that this rectangular door opening should have a thick stone door, but it was completely frozen to pieces by an extremely terrible magic.

"How long ago was this?" Ernst murmured. "Judging from what the crying Myrtle said, only the porters and Professor McLean should have been here. Needless to say, it must be... No, it seems that 'Lockhart' is also possible. He seems to be the host of the game tonight?"

After carefully avoiding the white stones on the ground, he finally came to the real secret room.

Slytherin's chamber of secrets is obviously much larger than the previous Hufflepuff's chamber of secrets, but now it has become a ruins filled with huge stones.

To tell the truth, here, the boredom in erns's heart was almost uncontrollable.

Before that, when he learned that many people had come to "drill through the pipe", he had a hunch that he would return in vain. But anyway, he took the boss's mind to translate the parchment. Even if there were no leaks to pick up, he at least had the idea of "coming in and visiting".

However... What else is worth visiting in this broken place?

"Did they detonate a pile of explosives here?"

Ernst couldn't help but realize that he couldn't even find a target to complain about, because where did he go to find out who "dismantled" it - and it was so thorough!

He sighed heavily and took a few steps forward. When he found that there was nothing else around except stones, he had the idea of turning around and leaving.

But just as he was about to turn around, a little green shadow suddenly appeared in his vision, which made his heart jump.

There's something! What's that?

However, the excitement lasted only a few seconds and was quickly diluted by another idea.

"How many people have been here. Even if there are any secrets, they can't be regarded as' secrets' -"

That's what he said, but Ernst still walked deeper into the chamber with a look of impatience, holding a wand and a broom. Soon, he found the source of the green awn.

It was some light from a wall somewhere. If you look carefully, you can still see some outlines. For example, the small green shadow at the top looks like... Well, it looks like half a face?

In the moment when Ernst was watching with doubts, a familiar and strange hiss suddenly echoed in the quiet space. It can be seen that the mouth protruding from the stone wall is opening and closing, as if the sound came from there.

"... a foolish successor who tries to bear evil. If you don't have much more talent and ability than ordinary people, I advise you to turn back and leave immediately."

"Luck may lead you to stand in front of me, but the danger of the future will kill you at any time."

"If you uphold godrich's ridiculous justice, use your ability to enjoy your mediocre life; if you are still greedy and arrogant, my snake monster can borrow you to harvest power and gold..."

"Foolish successor, turn back and leave! You just need to remember my name - Salazar Slytherin!"

The strange hiss kept swirling in Ernst's ear, as if there was a strange magic, and every word was stirring his gradually stagnant heart.

"... Salazar... Slytherin?"