MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 85 Good kids go to bed early

Although it's a bit late, it's still updated in time, and it's not delayed until tomorrow.

When I was looking for the feeling, the hand speed was not a big problem. I started writing after ten o'clock and wrote more than 2,400 in an hour.

Ask for recommendations, clicks, and favorites. Well, the current collection is 4395. Let's see how many tomorrow.

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In fact, even if Dumbledore didn't say anything, Asker was ready to solve the problem of the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk. The reason is actually not too complicated. Isn't Christmas coming, you have to prepare some gifts for your relatives and friends, and it is cheaper to fish out the things in the secret room than to spend money to buy new ones.

What's more, everyone said that there are many good things in the secret room, and that basilisk is full of treasures. If it can be caught alive, it will definitely sell for a good price.

"Dating in love burns money."

Asker looked at his shriveled wallet and expressed a lot of pressure, but if Hermione heard this, it would definitely be a problem, because Hermione really didn't spend much money on Asker, and at most just bought a few books.

In short, it is easy to make money and spend money quickly, so save it if you can.

There are still five days until Christmas. Excluding the two days of early leave for the students to return, Asker still has three days left at school. If he can't get it done within three days, he can only wait until after Christmas to go back to school. continue.

It took a day and a half to prepare well, and in the dead of night, Asker walked out alone again. In fact, there are also some people who don't sleep outside in the middle of the night. Asker often encounters Gryffindor's Weasley twins, and he tacitly smiles and does his own thing.

Actually, Asker had already entered the secret room once, but that time he only entered the hall, not the core of the secret room. It's very simple to think about. As far as the scene I saw that day, the hall can only be regarded as the periphery at most. The things left by Salazar Slytherin, such as books, potions, and props, cannot be placed there, because It is not suitable for storing things there at all, and things will get moldy after a long time.

This is not the first time Asker has come to the girls' washroom. The last time he entered the secret room, the passage connecting the lake outside Hogwarts suddenly opened wide, and the rushing lake water was killing Asker." While sending" out of the secret room, the original entrance was also destroyed.

However, from what Asker can see now, Dumbledore seems to have repaired it. The problem is that if he wants to go in, he seems to have to blow up the pool. Dumbledore couldn't be more refreshing, leaving an entrance to benefit others and himself, is it really fun to be a mason tinkerer?

"Ahem, art is an explosion."

Asker cleared his throat, pulled out the wand that was coming from Draco, waved his wand, chanted a spell in his mouth, Asker threw a few to pieces just like last time.

Dumbledore didn't seem to have cast any extra spells. Just like last time, the pool was blown to pieces, revealing a circular entrance below. The bottom was pitch black, there was no light, and it was impossible to see what was there.

"Drill down the sewer."

Asker took out a hard hat and put it on his head, and then pressed the button. The flashlight mounted on it was very bright, and the strong light was also very penetrating. These were also some props that Asker prepared.

Adding some defensive spells to himself as usual, Ask walked to the entrance, moved his limbs, and gestured to jump in.

"one two Three……"

Counting three silently, Asker kicked his feet hard, but instead of jumping into the pipe, he jumped to the left side of the original position. As soon as his left foot hit the ground, Ask twisted his waist, straightened his right leg, and slammed into the air with a violent kick.

"what!"

It doesn't seem that this kick is useless. Although I still can't see anything, the scream does exist. And the feeling on the foot also told Ask that the foot seemed to kick on someone's butt, and the elasticity was very good.

"Well, there are indeed people."

Facing the air, Asker seemed to be talking to himself, then he took a step to the right, stretched out his hand and pushed hard in front of him.

"No matter who you are, I just use you to find the way."

As before, the tactile sensation on his hand told Ask that there was indeed a person there, about 1.8 meters tall. This unidentified stalker was very poor and slow to respond. If it was Ask, even if he didn't notice it before, he should have understood that he had been exposed after being kicked, but this person still stayed in place.

"what!"

A stretched scream gradually went away, and someone was suddenly pushed into a completely unknown dark channel, and anyone would feel fear and fear.

Asker stood at the mouth of the pipe and listened to the sound with his ears sideways. He heard friction, panicked screams, collisions, and the last "pop", as if a pie had hit the street.

"It seems to be fine."

Asker shrugged his shoulders. He first looked left and right, then walked to the mouth of the pipe and jumped in.

After Asker jumped in, another five minutes passed. A person walked in through the door of the washroom. He glanced around nervously. Facing the dark room and the debris on the floor, he hesitated for a while, and then Walking to the mouth of the pipe, he took a deep breath and jumped in.

It seems that tonight is quite lively.

Because of a similar experience, Ask was extremely calm this time, as if he was riding a slide in a water park, and the tortuous pipes seemed to be endless.

"what!"

Like last time, Asker fell in the street, but he didn't feel any pain at all. That miserable howl came from the "cushion" under Asker, who should have been the stalker who had rushed down the roller coaster with his head down and slammed into the street in an unsightly manner. It may be that he passed out when he fell, and lay there without moving, so that he made Asker's cushion.

"Hey, thank you very much."

With an insincere thank you, Ask lowered his head, grabbed the hair of the man on the ground with the help of the light, and lifted his hand up.

"Tsk tsk, it's actually Professor Lockhart."

He grabbed the hair of Lockhart, who had passed out again. After identifying his identity, he let go of his hand. Lockhart's head slammed on the ground. With a cry of pain, Lockhart woke up again.

"Good evening, Professor Lockhart."

Asker sat on Lockhart's stomach to greet him, and at the same time did not forget to wipe the mud from his hands with Lockhart's clothes.

"Uh, here is..."

Lockhart's expression is a little dazed. He is not ordinary now: his hair is messy, and he doesn't know what is attached to it, giving off a foul smell, his clothes are tattered, there are cracks and holes everywhere, and there are some wounds on his face. , and a red, swollen bump on the forehead.

Asker wiped his hands~www.novelbuddy.com~ turned his head to look at Lockhart, and asked blankly, "Professor, have you brought your wallet?"

"Bring..."

Lockhart wanted to continue talking, but Asker impatiently put his wand on Lockhart's chin, and then searched for his wallet on Lockhart with his other hand.

"what are you going to do?!"

"Rob the rich to help the poor."

Touching the wallet, Ask squeezed it, then put the wallet into his pocket with a smile, and brought Lockhart's wand over at the same time. He raised his wand and was just about to cast a spell on Lockhart to keep him in a coma when a screeching sound came.

Asker was not as unresponsive as Lockhart, and jumped out to the side while turning off the flashlight above his head. About ten seconds later, a black thing fell from the sky and landed on the hapless Lockhart again.

"what!"

There was another scream, and Lockhart fainted again. History is always strikingly similar.

The third person who came here was quite vigilant and stood up quickly, putting his hand in his pocket as if he was about to take out a wand.

"Hey, don't bother."

Asker held a wand in each of his left and right hands. Looking at the black figure, he said with a smile, "Don't look for it, your wand is with me."

Shaking the wand in his left hand, Asker waved the wand in his right hand that belonged to Gilderoy Lockhart, chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Everything is forgotten!"