I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 88 Escape Room Adventure

Irving opened his mouth and muttered something under his breath.

He is not exaggerating!

Given Dumbledore's abilities and status—how did you come to be known as the White Demon King?

With his equipment, he could easily traverse an entire country single-handedly.

Even in some of Europe's traditional magical powerhouses, it's not impossible.

What does it mean to be covered in legendary magical items?

It's like in the Muggle world, the Russian is carrying a nuclear bomb on his shoulder—he says he won't blow you up.

But if it keeps hovering in front of you, how can you not be scared?

"You brat, I heard you're going to find Salazar's secret chamber."

Professor Dumbledore's Sorting Hat, perched on his waist, suddenly spoke up.

It still harbors deep prejudice against Irving.

He always speaks with a hint of anger.

"Yes! Did the little Salazar in your head step in to stop it?" Owen replied magnanimously without the slightest hint of anger.

One cannot—at least should not—argue with a hat.

"I already said! I only possess fragments of the four founders' will, not much of their memories or personalities!" the Sorting Hat shouted, emphasizing. "I'd better watch out, kid, don't get killed by Salazar's secret mechanisms!"

"(ˉ▽￣～)Tch~~Are you underestimating me, or underestimating Professor Dumbledore?"

"So, after a thousand years, are the early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease already appearing?"

"Don't think I don't know what that means!" the Sorting Hat yelled. "I'm perfectly normal!!! A thousand years from now, even when your great-great-grandson is all dead, I'll still be able to tell every little wizard who comes to school the story of that arrogant, annoying kid who went and got himself killed."

"Oh! Are you thirsty?"

"?"

Owen asked sincerely, "There's this silly thing who's been working for over a thousand years, and he's still not satisfied. He wants to continue working for another thousand years, and he'll tell every little wizard a story. You're so thirsty, you idiot!"

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not thirsty."

"You're not stupid?" He widened his eyes. "Let me do the math for you. You've lived for at least 1,500 years! You know all the British wizards, right? You know all the secret magic and information like the back of your hand, right? After all, the people you've spent the most time with are the successive headmasters of Hogwarts, they're all incredibly shrewd!"

"After all these years, you're still just a hat, a tool."

"If it were me, with a little planning, I, Taman, would be crowned King of Europe. I'd start a Hat Cult and be the one true god."

"Look at you now, dirty and wrinkled, disliked by the little wizard. You've lost all face!"

Irving unleashed a torrent of words, leaving the Sorting Hat speechless.

In the end, all he could do was keep blaming Owen for not having any of the kind qualities of a Hufflepuff, blah blah blah.

Incompetent—not even capable of rage.

Meanwhile, Professor Dumbledore watched as Owen and a hat argued.

He smiled without saying a word, a strange sense of excitement rising in his heart. Perhaps he had been living a stable life as a principal for too long, so long that he had almost forgotten that he once wanted to become an adventurer.

In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood.

"Alright, we should get going," the professor interrupted.

Then he slowly walked towards the sink.

Turning to the side and looking down at the faucets, I saw that the pipes and faucets were engraved with the iconic Slytherin snakes.

The professor nodded as he reached out and stroked the snake-shaped carving on the dragon's head.

Then a hoarse voice came from his mouth, "Hiss—Open!"

That's why Owen sought out Dumbledore. He couldn't speak Parseltongue, and Harry was too weak; those guys who dragged him down last semester had given him psychological trauma.

When fighting Voldemort, he complained about why his personal grandfather wasn't there!

This time, he's going to lead the old man through the checkpoint directly!

In an instant, the pool in front of the two began to spin as if it had been cast a levitation spell.

The top slowly rose, and the rest began to split and retreat in all directions.

Then—then it got stuck with a hissing sound!

"It was Granger, she broke the entrance," Owen blurted out, then glanced at the sizzling sink.

Uh—it really is broken?

"Hmm—vandalizing school property!" Dumbledore's gaze fell on Owen.

As far as he knew, it seemed that this child in front of him had taught the little girl how to use the terrain effectively in combat, and how to destroy buildings to achieve physical coverage attacks on the enemy.

Then the entrance to the secret chamber actually appeared.

The professor waved his hand and said, "I didn't expect you could actually deceive Tom."

Immediately, the blocked entrance opened again.

"That child has been good at pretending since he was little. It's very difficult for ordinary people to gain his trust. What did you say to him?"

"It's mainly due to information asymmetry."

The sink continued to sink, and then a pipe, wide enough for a person to slide into, appeared.

"No matter how powerful he is, information asymmetry will inevitably lead him to make mistakes."

Irving's eyes lit up, and he smiled confidently.

"That's right." After all, Tom was only sixteen years old, and at that time, he still retained the last bit of innocence.

"It seems you guessed correctly." Dumbledore pointed to the entrance and said, "Ingenious design, maintained by generations. It seems the Gaunt family did indeed know the secret of the Chamber of Secrets and guarded it for over a thousand years."

This is obvious, because this complex plumbing design was definitely not Salazar's work. After all, the original Hogwarts did not have the concept of toilets.

Wizards typically use vanishing spells to clean up excrement in the castle.

Underground water pipes and modern toilets are all new additions from the 18th century onwards.

Immediately, Dumbledore extended his hand, and Owen, understanding the unspoken message, reached out and shook it.

Then, the two jumped down.

After navigating the wizard's branching pipes leading in all directions and various twists and turns, it took them quite some time before they finally landed steadily on the ground.

"It's deeper than I imagined."

"Snap!"

It was the sound of bones breaking.

The surrounding area is a vast marble tunnel where you can't see your hand in front of your face.

The walls were covered in silt, and a faint smell of decay filled the air.

It's normal for this place to have these smells, since it's a sewer pipe.

"Interesting—" The old headmaster smiled slightly, "So the monster attacked the young wizards through the castle's extensive network of pipes."

"No wonder we couldn't find any trace of it back then."

As he spoke, Dumbledore suddenly fell silent.

Even now, Dumbledore, who was the Transfiguration professor at the time, still cannot get over the death of Myrtle!

Fortunately, it's very free; you can do whatever you want.

Get a small portable computer, and I can type while listening to music.