Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 122 The Secret Chamber!!

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Both Myrtle and the fat monk were taken aback. Then, seeing Myrtle standing there motionless, the fat monk floated over to her side and stood there, looking at Avada with curiosity as she closed her eyes and held her wand.

"Don't move, wait a moment, please..."

Avada's voice trembled slightly, and ignoring the surprised looks of those around him, he drew his wand and pointed it unceremoniously at the illusory bodies of Myrtle and the fat monk.

Previously, his research on psychic abilities had mainly focused on humans, and he didn't have a deep understanding of other creatures like ghosts. Therefore, when he took Harry to the abandoned bathroom, he didn't notice anything amiss. It wasn't until he saw Myrtle standing with the other ghosts that Avada, through comparison, sensed a slight incongruity in her psychic abilities…

In the current situation, this slight sense of incongruity could mean a huge problem!

"...Found it!"

His face turned deathly pale—in contrast to the fat monk, he finally discovered the source of the unease he felt about Peach Blossom Girl.

Her memory structure was altered slightly.

A tiny, insignificant detail, a memory lasting only a few milliseconds, seems so minuscule in the vast amount of memory accumulated over decades. It's smaller than a drop in the ocean, more insignificant than the positive and negative sign that managed to deceive Sophon...

What can a memory of just a few milliseconds reveal?

Or rather, who would deliberately alter a ghost's memory for a few milliseconds?!

"Myrtle, would you like to come out with me?"

Avada suddenly opened her eyes again, her expression immediately relaxing, as if the tension and trembling from before had never happened: "I think I need to talk to you about something privately, about the cause of your death, which isn't appropriate to discuss in public..."

"My cause of death? Don't you already know?"

Myrtle followed Avada, who had already started walking out, with a puzzled look on her face: "And what's so hard about my cause of death? It was the only unusual thing that happened in my ordinary life of over ten years—dying inexplicably in the bathroom! Who else could do that but me?"

"..."

While Moaning Myrtle was still chattering away, the two had already left the bustling hall and stood in the corridor outside. The noise hummed through the cracks in the doors and walls in the quiet corridor, as if it came from another world. Avada then drew his wand again and pointed it at Moaning Myrtle, his voice slow and deep: "Don't move."

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Myrtle was startled when she saw the wand. She only calmed down after remembering that she was a ghost and that very few spells could work on her. But she still shrank back nervously.

"Your memory seems to be having some problems... Yes, that's it, don't move..."

Avada cautiously extended her mental energy, touching the anomaly within Myrtle's mental energy. She then began to slowly correct that anomaly. Although it was only a matter of milliseconds, it still took Avada a considerable amount of time to reconcile her memories and restore them to their most natural state...

"Are you done?"

Myrtle blinked in confusion: "You've been holding your wand here for ages, but I haven't felt any change in my memories?"

That's because the amount changed was too small.

Avada slowly put away his wand, his gaze fixed on Myrtle, and asked, "Now recall again, how did you die?"

"Um?"

Myrtle frowned, thought for a moment, and then slowly replied, "At that time, I was hiding in the bathroom crying alone, and then I suddenly died..."

"Wait, didn't I tell you last time that I felt dizzy for a while? Sorry, I think I remembered wrong."

"Before you died...did you see anything special?"

Avada's palms were already covered in cold sweat, but that didn't stop him from gripping his wand tightly again.

"Uh, now that you mention it, I just remembered something. There really is something quite special, it seems to be..."

"A pair of enormous eyes?"

"..."

Avada was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh:

"Oh shit."

The next second, he took off running!

Headed straight for that abandoned washroom!

"Who is it?"

"A diary? A pure-blood family? Or something else? But how did they know someone would come to investigate the secret room on the first day of school?!"

"They hid the entrance to the secret chamber, altered Myrtle's memories, and staged absurd attacks to confuse the situation..."

"Who is it?!"

Avada felt his mind being overwhelmed by a nameless fear. He ran desperately, as if a raging flood was rushing behind him… and when he violently pushed open the door and stumbled back into the abandoned bathroom, he realized he couldn't escape—

The small snake symbol, which had previously appeared normal to the senses, now revealed an incredibly complex and intricate structure under the perspective of the soul. And beneath those layers of structure, there seemed to be a mysterious space hidden... but that's not the point.

The key point is that the parts of the structure directly connected to the snake symbol—that is, the magic that opens the secret chamber—have also shown signs of being artificially modified!

"I should have thought of that..."

Avada slumped to the ground, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Since Salazar Slytherin seems to have inherited the Peverell brothers' research and possesses the ability to inscribe Parseltongue's talent into his soul, why wouldn't he use similar techniques if he wanted to create an absolutely secret space?!"

"The conditions for opening the Chamber of Secrets have been changed, which is why Harry's Parseltongue didn't get a response... but that was only the first day of school!"

"What exactly happened...?"

He stood blankly by the sink for a long while, finally shaking his head vigorously: "Never mind, the most important thing right now is to break the magic on the entrance to the secret room as soon as possible and eliminate all the hidden dangers!"

"I wonder if the magic of this hidden space is similar to the Fidelity Charm. I need to contact Dumbledore. Damn it, if only I had discovered the problem before he left..."

"Should we tell Snape? Although Dumbledore said he would do his best to protect the students, he also said that Snape could only be trusted in critical situations... Why is that?"

He rubbed his temples and slowly walked out of the washroom.

Predictably, for some time to come, stimulants and invigorating potions will once again become his staple diet—he must devote himself to studying the structure of the resurrection stone and the entrance to the secret chamber, analyzing and learning soul-related magic. This means he'll have to spend a significant amount of time in this women's restroom, which is clearly not something suitable for daytime use…

"How come things haven't gotten any less complicated after Voldemort was sealed away...?"

He grumbled as he left the restroom, intending to return to the auditorium for one last moment of relaxation. And then…

He then saw Argus Filch and Mrs. Lorris beside him.

They stood motionless in the middle of the corridor, their bodies frozen in place, as stiff as statues, as if about to take a step. Their eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead…

(End of this chapter)