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Chapter 273, page 270: The secret room has been opened!

Lynn originally just wanted to take this opportunity to learn about ghosts, but he never expected to have the chance to obtain such a big secret.

He looked at the fat monk expectantly: "So what kind of magic is this?"

The stout monk said solemnly, "This magic is..."

Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of his daze, blinked, and looked at Lynn. "I can't tell you that. It's not something a little wizard like you should know."

Lynn felt as uncomfortable as if he had seen an unscrupulous author cut a chapter short, and he asked indirectly.

"Then why don't you use this magic to resurrect yourself, you fat monk?"

"Why would I want to be resurrected?" the fat monk said, spreading his hands. "Being a ghost makes it easier for me to study the world of the dead. Who would I go to if I came back to life? Besides, resurrection isn't without its price." He spoke the last sentence in a very soft voice, almost a murmur, but Lynn still heard it.

"Alright, alright, little Slytherin wizard, I've talked to you long enough tonight. Nick seems a bit sad; I'm going to go and comfort him."

In the center of the classroom, the sudden appearance of twelve headless horsemen attracted the attention of all the ghosts present. Nick tried to give a speech on the platform, but no one paid attention to him.

After the fat monk left, Hermione and the others found Lynn.

"Let's get out of here quickly, it's too cold. I suspect if we stay any longer, I'll have to drink Madam Pomfrey's potion tomorrow," Ron muttered.

"I really can't take it anymore to apologize to Nick for leaving without saying goodbye," Harry said.

At that moment, the sound of fingernails rubbing against a blackboard rang out again, and the little devils in the classroom re-entered the dance floor and began their dance.

Hermione leaned closer to Lynn and asked, "Have you done everything you wanted to do?"

Lynn looked annoyed. He didn't hide it from Hermione, and seemed to be in a bad mood: "It would have been better not to ask. This half-hearted answer really annoys me."

"I just saw you chatting with the fat monk? He must be a very good ghost, right?"

"It's a very friendly ghost, and I did gain something from this trip. I was a bit greedy. By the way, thank you for inviting me to come along, Hermione."

Hermione said awkwardly, "What do you have to thank me for?"

"Oh, well. Should I not thank you, or should I insult you?"

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Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm used to it, I'm already used to it.

Lynn and Harry parted ways after leaving the underground classroom together.

The three of them planned to go to the Great Hall to see if there was any food left, but Lynn said he wasn't hungry and planned to go straight back to his Slytherin dorm.

Lynn walked toward the Slytherin common room, then turned back into Lockhart at a corner, before turning toward his office.

He actually gained a lot from this trip. Lynn found the fat monk's past experiences and his views on the dead and ghosts to be very valuable.

As for the magic that the fat monk was unwilling to tell him about—the magic that could resurrect ghosts—Lynn was also very interested.

As everyone knows, the fat monk is an honest man, and Lynn likes to hang out with honest people the most. He plans to spend more time with him in the future, and maybe he can find out what this magic is from him.

Even if this thing is useless to him now, it might be useful in the future.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom office was on the fifth floor. Just as Lynn walked to the third floor, he suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank slightly!

Meanwhile, after parting ways with Lynn, Harry and his friends headed towards the Great Hall.

"I swear, I will never attend any ghost anniversary banquet again. It's torture for us."

"But Lynn seemed to be having a great time there. If we hadn't pulled him away at the end, he might have stayed there until the end."

Hermione crossed her arms and said smugly, "Lynn is definitely different from you guys. If you were like him, I wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

Harry and Ron were speechless, wondering what she was so smug about.

"etc!"

Just as they were about to reach the entrance of the Great Hall, Harry suddenly shouted anxiously.

Hermione and Ron both stopped and looked at Harry with puzzled expressions. "What's wrong?"

"Did you hear anything strange?" Harry swallowed hard, speaking nervously. "It's saying it's going to kill someone!"

Hermione and Ron looked around in alarm, holding their breath and listening intently.

But apart from the laughter coming from the auditorium, there was no other sound in the corridor.

"Harry, we didn't hear you."

"Over here!" Hermione hadn't finished speaking when Harry interrupted her, leading them up the stairs.

He touched the cold stone wall, and the intermittent sound in his ears grew fainter and fainter. He climbed up the stairs, constantly guessing what the sound was.

The sound kept rising after it disappeared, so was it a ghost?

Harry made his way to the third floor, where they wandered back and forth several times. Ron and Hermione followed behind, panting. The three of them kept going until they turned a corner and entered the last empty corridor.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything..."

Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed down the corridor.

"look!"

Something was glittering on the wall in front of them. They slowly approached, squinting in the darkness to make out what it was. Between two windows, on a wall a foot off the ground, were some writings, shimmering faintly in the light of the burning torches.

There were two people standing next to that wall, or more accurately, one lying on the ground, and another person standing next to that person.

Harry and his friends walked closer and saw who was standing there—their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Lockhart.

They recognized the person lying on the ground, though they were somewhat unfamiliar with him.

Justin Finley, a second-year student at Hufflepuff.

At this moment, Finley lay silently on the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with terror, his body stiff as if he were dead!

Harry and his two friends watched this scene in shock.

"Professor Lockhart, what's going on?" Hermione hadn't finished asking when Harry grabbed her, pursing his pale lips and gesturing for her to look at the wall.

The secret room has been opened.

Beware of those who oppose the heir!

(End of this chapter)