Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 352 In the Girls' Bathroom
Is this really the guy Dumbledore likes?
Is this Fudge?
From a certain perspective, this guy Fudge is quite remarkable.

In the eyes of the wizarding world, Fudge was just Dumbledore's yes-man.

In Dumbledore's eyes, he was a qualified minister who was honest and obedient, but a little greedy for money.

And these images are created by Fudge for everyone to see.

If Fudge hadn't inexplicably expanded recently, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to find his biggest weakness.

"This is the best way to shirk responsibility. All you have to do is act like you're busy and that you're paying attention." Even Riddle couldn't help but start complaining.

"Yes, so you have to work harder. When the day comes when you don't want to stay in Hogwarts anymore, maybe I will be dead by then - you can try to become the Minister of Magic and prevent the train of the British wizarding world from deviating from the right track." Dumbledore smiled slyly.

"So you haven't given up the idea of ​​dying of old age!" Riddle couldn't suppress his anger, causing his voice to be a little loud at the end of his words.

He also forgot that the magic that was used to block the sound from leaking out had already been stopped by Dumbledore.

"Tom, don't think I don't know your purpose." Dumbledore wanted to continue.

However, a voice interrupted their conversation.

"Who are you!" A scream accompanied by the sound of water gushing out was heard. It was Myrtle. "A man's voice! My body and heart belong to Harry Potter!"

"Why, do you want to laugh at my foolish dreams again? A toad wanting to eat swan flesh?"

"Only I know that Harry cares about me. He even stopped the red-haired guy and the little vampire next to him from reporting me to the Ministry of Magic. Harry, oh, Harry." Myrtle noticed someone behind her and started talking nonsense.

"Poor Harry," Dumbledore and Riddle said almost simultaneously.

After a brief eye contact, Riddle bent slightly and stepped aside, motioning Dumbledore to open the door.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Myrtle jumped back into the tank, splashing water everywhere.

After pushing open the door, the bathroom was dimly lit because the gushing water extinguished the candles and made the walls and floor wet.

Riddle made a disgusted look on his face. He pulled out his wand and waved it. The candles lit up again and the ground became dry again.

In the water tank, Myrtle slightly exposed half of her head.

"What did you see?" Dumbledore asked softly.

It seemed as if he should be here, as if it was a matter of course.

Myrtle was obviously also infected by this attitude. In addition, she was Dumbledore's student when she died. She began to calm down slowly. "I didn't see anything just now. Everything is the same as usual. But if it's you, then there might be something wrong. Well, I was distracted just now."

"Distracted?" Dumbledore smiled as if to expect it.

"Professor, do you know Tom Riddle? He is a handsome boy from Slytherin and looks a lot like you." Myrtle blinked shyly.

"He's my dad," Riddle lied.

It was normal in the wizarding world for a father and son to have the same name.

Because they usually have a middle name in the middle of their names, the difference between seemingly identical names lies in it.

And it is generally not known to people who are not familiar with it.

"It really seems like... No, I have Harry. How could you do this?" Myrtle muttered in the pool.

"Myrtle, please leave for a while. We suspect someone has broken in here and need to investigate." Following Dumbledore's instructions, Myrtle looked at Riddle reluctantly before sinking into the water tank. No one knew where she was. "Here?" After Myrtle left, Dumbledore looked at a copper faucet under the pool in front of him.

"It's so obvious. I don't know why no one has noticed it before: this is the only faucet that never produces water, and it's the only one with a snake tattooed on its side." Riddle couldn't help rolling his eyes. In front of Dumbledore, he looked more and more like a normal little wizard. Suddenly, a strange hissing sound came from his mouth, "Open."

Suddenly, the faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly.

Then the pool began to move. They watched as it slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a large pipe that was big enough for a person to fit into.

"Crawled in? Could Slytherin be an Animagus, a snake?" Dumbledore said after bending down to check.

"I suppose—well, maybe."

"I suggest you don't be too surprised and come with me." Before Dumbledore had time to think about why he was surprised, he jumped down with Riddle.

No, sliding down is more appropriate.

He also understood why he should be surprised.

The thing is that this slide is really gross, it's covered in a sticky liquid.

What's even more disgusting is that with his own level of magic, a little darkness can't block his vision.

This allowed him to clearly see every strand of yellow-green mucus and the corpses of the insects inside.

But this mucus is not without benefits, it also makes them slide very quickly.

On the road, he could also see many thinner tubes branching out in all directions. He thought that the basilisk might slide through them on a daily basis.

Their pipe twists and turns, and slopes very steeply all the way down.

Dumbledore estimated that he had slid for several miles and had fallen very deep under the school grounds, probably to the bottom of the lake.

After an unknown amount of time, he began to feel the water pipe becoming horizontal. He emerged from the pipe and fell to the wet ground with a plop.

It was a dark stone tunnel, large enough for a man to stand in. And Riddle was standing before him, pointing his wand at himself, using a cleansing motion.

"I still don't understand why the Chamber of Secrets is built like this." Riddle looked at the ground with disgust.

The ground was also very wet and littered with small animal bones.

"Maybe it has something to do with Slytherin's origin. As we all know, Slytherin comes from a damp swamp."

"And these environments that most people hate might make people feel like home," Dumbledore guessed.

At the same time, Dumbledore's light blue eyes began to glow faintly, as if he was looking for any trace of a third person.

"Have you ever thought that this place is so disgusting? Maybe that person flew in here."

"Also, why didn't you fly down just now? Did you want to feel the touch of the glide path?" Riddle complained.

"Fly? Maybe."

"I think it's better to be cautious in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and conserve more magic power." Dumbledore sighed.

He found no trace of any third person.

Wait, what is that?
(End of this chapter)