Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 129 Who is the Successor to the Secret Chamber?

"Something's happened, Damon!"

This morning was unusually lively.

Because of someone's existence, most of the wizards currently in school have developed the habit of waking up early—this morning's big news is enough to prove that their persistence is correct.

The heir to Slytherin has appeared!
He opened the secret chamber and will purge all those of impure blood!
All the Slytherin students were thrilled, their eyes frequently glancing at a particular spot on the table—even though it belonged to Gryffindor.

"Could it be that Master White has changed his mind? Is he preparing to return to Slytherin?!"

"Definitely, Salazar's legacy will definitely tempt him!"

Someone said something that ignited the passion of the entire Slytherin house—as for the petrified ghost, they didn't care at all.

Let alone ghosts, even if it were other students who got into trouble, so what?

They are pureblood supremacists, and all those mixed-race mud-bloods should be eliminated!

Because of their excitement and publicity, news about the Chamber of Secrets spread like wildfire, and soon most wizards knew about this secret—Salazar Slytherin left behind the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, and the successor would carry out his will to purge all those of impure blood!
For this reason, compared to the excitement of the Slytherin students, the students of the other three houses seemed quite worried, especially those children from mixed-race and Muggle families.

Justin Finley was one of them.

His face was deathly pale, and he murmured:

"Oh no! Did I completely enrage Potter? Is he no longer going to pretend and is going to use the monster in the Chamber of Secrets to kill me completely?"

"Don't worry, we're all on your side, but are you sure Potter is Slytherin's heir?"

"Yeah, don't they all say that White is the one?"

Their remarks made Finley hesitate.

Yes, if we had to choose one person to inherit Salazar's legacy, who else besides White would be qualified?
Although his bloodline remains unknown—despite White's claim that he was born into a Muggle family, Slytherin insists that he was a great pure-blood wizard whose parents died in some accident because of the lack of information about them.

Therefore, Damon's lineage was seen by the students as Schrödinger's lineage.

Slytherin's students insisted that he was pure-blooded.

Students from other houses insisted that he was of mixed race, though they were more concerned with contradicting the Slytherin students.

Normally, when Damon White does something significant, people tend to believe that Master White might actually be a pure-blooded person of noble lineage.

When White completes some of his daily coursework well, they tend to think of Master White as an excellent mixed-race individual.

When Master White performed unremarkably well in herbalism class and did not join Quidditch (a secret among the other houses except for the Gryffindor students), they tended to think that Master White might be a Muggle-born child.

In short, it's complicated; Damon's lineage depends on what conclusions they need to draw from Damon's lineage.

The young wizards hadn't considered how much their fervent discussions were hurting someone. Lockhart sat in the teachers' seat, listening to the endless stream of names like Damon, White, Master White, and the Prince of Duels coming from all directions, his eyes growing increasingly red!

He couldn't take it anymore.

Why—why is it that less than two months into the semester, no one is discussing the esteemed Professor Lockhart anymore?
Christmas is just around the corner. Could it be that he won't be the star of his first Christmas at Hogwarts?!

Lockhart seemed to hear a demon roaring inside him, and a voice mocking him in his mind.

"You charlatan, your presence is as insignificant as dirt in the face of true genius!" "Shut up!"

Lockhart's eyes were bloodshot, and he lost all interest in joking around, quickly leaving the auditorium.

Before leaving, he took one last look at where Harry was—this so-called savior was the real fraud, a hesitant, weak, and indecisive brat!
Why should I share glory with such a person?

He can uncover the secret of the locked room himself!
As for danger? He simply didn't believe that Salazar Slytherin would actually leave anything dangerous in the school.

That ghost was just petrified, wasn't it?
He had already asked Dumbledore, and the petrification would be lifted once the mandrake matured.

As long as he is careful, nothing unexpected will happen.

He's already thought of a title for his new book.

[The Secret I Had to Tell Slytherin] [Dancing with XX]. He'll figure out what's in the Chamber of Secrets.

Alternatively, he could shift his focus, concentrate on Master White, and then acquire everything when necessary.

Lockhart returned to his office.

This place has changed.

The curtains were drawn, and sunlight hadn't penetrated the room for weeks. The entire interior was dark and damp; Damon might have mistaken it for Snape's office.

"A locked room. There's no Parseltongue in the locked room. How can I open it?"

Lockhart roughly yanked books off the shelf and slammed them onto the table. His pupils grew increasingly red, his demeanor increasingly gloomy, and the laughter in his mind became more and more terrifying and obvious.

"Hahahaha, yeah, all I have to do is imitate the Parsleyan accent to open the secret room, right? I'm such a genius!"
So, all that's left is to find the entrance to the secret room, Myrtle?

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened! What should we do now?" Hermione looked at Damon with a serious expression. "We must make a decision immediately, or tell Professor Dumbledore!"

Under normal circumstances, Damon would certainly do the same.

But now, this grand drama was originally staged by him and Dumbledore, so how could he possibly let the drama fall apart from the start?

Ghost Nick wasn't petrified—that was Dumbledore in disguise—and Nick was quite happy to put on the show, even appearing extremely excited.

"Great! Please let me do it!"
The Headless Hunters have always refused to let me join them because my head wasn't severed cleanly enough. This time, I'll prove it. My performance is second to none!

As for now, he should have been temporarily transferred somewhere.

Damon pretended to answer, but the first button on his shirt suddenly lit up.

Harry and the others understood what that meant—it was an Auror matter.

“Looks like another serious incident has occurred.” Damon stood up. “Please ask the professor for leave for me.”

He stood up and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What do we do now? We're all alone!"

Hermione looked at Harry and the others, feeling slightly unsure of herself.

(End of this chapter)