The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

At the same time, the figure of Jon Hart soon appeared in front of them.

"Is that so, Headmaster?" Argus Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts Castle, was slightly taken aback, and then nodded in disbelief.

At the same time, he let go of the hand that was holding Harry Potter's clothes tightly.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Argus." Principal Jon Hart said with a smile: "I forgot to inform you in advance..."

"No, no, no...it's not your fault...principal!" Filch seemed a little flattered: "I'm leaving now, so I won't bother you!"

While speaking, he quickly picked up the cat on the ground and walked up the stairs quickly.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Potter a hard look.

...

Filch's figure quickly disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"I heard Mr. Filch's yelling downstairs. I guessed that you had a conflict with him, so I rushed over." Jon explained as he went downstairs.

"Thank you...principal..." Harry stammered facing Jon Hart who had just helped him out.

"Just call me by my name, Harry." Jon said with a smile, "After all, we used to be classmates, right?"

"Okay..." Harry smiled too, then nodded.

"Come with me!" Jon pointed to the road ahead.

"By the way, Jon..." Harry couldn't help but said: "The place you agreed with me before is an abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor... Could it be that you are going to..."

"I'm not going to be a peeping tom, Harry." Jon joked, but laughed himself first: "And it's been abandoned since fifty years ago, hasn't it... In fact, since I called Come on, you should know where I'm taking you?"

"It's really the Chamber of Secrets, are we really going to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Harry couldn't help shouting.

"I suggest you keep your voice down, Harry, so as not to cause unnecessary panic." Jon said calmly, "Yes, I have learned about the Chamber of Secrets from Professor Dumbledore, and I also know about you and the mysterious man. The connection between them, that's why I asked you to help me with this..."

"Just the two of us?" Harry looked around, but found no sign of anyone else.

"I originally planned to have a few more people, but it turns out that you didn't seem to bring your friends with you." Jon spread his hands: "Okay, here we are."

...

There is no doubt that the door of this bathroom is inconspicuous.

It is probably an ancient place that no one has broken into for many years. There are a lot of broken glass bottles, debris of tables and chairs and other wastes piled up at the door, and there is also a big signboard with the word "malfunction".

Jon Hart raised his wand and moved the waste away one by one.

"Do you need my help?" Harry Potter also picked up his wand excitedly.

"Sorry, Harry, but I think we are still in the corridor now." Jon blinked: "According to school regulations, students are not allowed to cast spells in the corridor...Okay, let's go in!"

He reached out and grabbed the brass knob, twisted it lightly, and pushed the door open, ignoring the big sign that said "Malfunction".

The environment inside is dark and dreary. A large stained and cracked mirror came into view, followed by a row of peeling stone pools.

The floor was wet, and the stumps of a few candles were burning low on the brackets, casting a dim light and casting a gloomy light on the floor. The wooden doors of individual rooms were peeling and scratched; one door was hanging precariously from its hinges.

"Who is it?" A sharp voice came from the toilet in the single room in the innermost corner: "Who broke into my territory..."

At the same time, a ghost sprang out from the toilet.

However, the vigilant voice stopped abruptly, or rather became gentle: "...Oh, Harry, long time no see, I thought you wouldn't come to see me again until graduation..."

Harry Potter couldn't help standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren (The full name of Moaning Myrtle is Myrtle-Elizabeth-Warren)!" Jon raised his head and looked directly at the ghost: "Mr. Potter and I have important matters here. Deal with it, can you avoid the trouble?"

"Oh, principal..." The crying Myrtle seemed to be startled by Jon, and then backed away while quickly burrowing back into the toilet.

"It seems that your luck is not bad today, Harry." Jon joked: "Let's start, do you remember where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?"

...

Harry Potter quickly found the pool at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets in his memory, and found a small snake engraved on the side of a copper dragon head.

"I might speak some strange languages," Harry reminded Jon, looking up.

"Parseltongue." Jon nodded, "It's okay, don't worry about me."

Harry turned his head to look at the snake again, and then a strange hiss came from his mouth.

Jon was not idle at this time, he waved his wand lightly, and a golden light began to appear behind him... Although the basilisk in the chamber of secrets has been dead for many years, just in case, I still put It would be better for Fox to call around.

The dragon hair emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool moved. They watched the pool slowly disappear from view, revealing a pipe so thick that a person could slip through it.

"Slytherin's chamber of secrets is down here...I'll go down first, Jon!" Before Jon could speak, Harry Potter had already ducked into the water pipe.

Jon froze for a moment, then waved his hand towards Fox; grabbing one of Phoenix's paws, he also flew slowly into the water pipe.

The pipes are dark, and there are even many pipes branching out in all directions, but none of them are as thick as this main pipe. This main pipe is twists and turns, with seven windings and eight windings, and the slope is very steep all the way down——

After about a few minutes, the direction of the pipeline gradually became flatter... until they appeared at the door of a dark stone tunnel.

"Are you here, Jon..." Harry Potter's voice echoed in the dark tunnel.

Jon didn't speak, just waved his wand lightly, and the tip of the wand suddenly glowed white.

In the faint light, he held out a finger and shook Harry slightly, signaling him not to speak.

At the same time, he smelled a disgusting stench coming from the front of the dark stone tunnel.